Elizabeth Endures

Heave-ho!

Heave-ho!

The action on screen demanded such verbose lines, but there was nothing from those digging in the lodge’s basement. Just the sound of rope being pulled.

Eventually, their silent labors were realized. Out of the darkness an ancient coffin was unearthed.

They brought it up and sat it down on the cement floor. All were covered in dirt, their hands blistered.

“You will tell the mistress.” Lilith the dragon said to Atossa.

“Yes.” Atossa agree and steered her big ass over to the door. She paused and looked back, her dull eyes shuttered in surprise.

The coffin was open.

“W…” she moved like she was in a dream. “Who opened it?”

The basement door slammed shut behind her.

The lights went out

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

——-

Back in reality, New York City to be precise, The Peak dance club was getting ready for foam night.

It was lunchtime, and before she had her dress sprayed on her, Bar Bae sat at a table, a steaming plate of vegetables begged for her attention. Her hands were clasped before her, and she was mumbling something.

Nadia ran her hand intimately across Bae’s back. “Are you okay? Are the foamy drinks not going well?”

Bae smiled, and shook her head. “No, I was just praying.”

“Oooooooh.” Nadia excitedly sat in her seat. As usual, her cartoonishly red hair hurt Bae’s eyes. “I’ve been thinking we should start a religion around Master! I know he says not to, catholic guilty and all that, but check it.” She pulled out her phone. “I was making toast the other day, and bam!”

Bae was surprised. There was a dead-ass image of Peaks shooting finger guns and smiling burned into a piece of toast. “Wow, that’s him for sure.”

“Right?” Nadia held her phone to her chest. “He sent it to me as a sign.”

“Well as convincing as that is I was actually praying to God, big g.”

“That’s a blast from the past.” Nadia played with the ends of her braids. “What brought this on?”

Bae rubbed her breasts finally deciding which wine she’d like to pair with her lunch. “It’s those girls from a few weeks ago.”

“The other contestants?”

“Yeah, I’m praying for them.”

Nadia snorted. “What good did that do us?”

“That’s what I said…” She gazed out at the dance floor. “I just feel like we got robbed somehow.”

At this, Nadia looked around nervously. “Aren’t you happy being master’s ****?”

“Of course I am.” Bae said defensively. “It’s the greatest joy of my life. But when I think about things. We find out there are higher powers than us, and what’s the truth in it? All they care about is ratings. It’s like social media, everything is just about views and engagement. How is that the truth at the center of everything? What about love? What about justice?”

Nadia was fully concerned now. “We love master. And we were brought to justice for how we treated him.”

Bae nodded slowly as she tipped her breasts into her glass so a rich red wine could fill the glass. That fact that she should have been sucking master off during morning mass at their school was a fact of life for Bae. Her time as a chaste catholic school girl felt like a criminal record. Something she was embarrassed by. She should have been slutting it up with him from the start. Fucking him in his car, in the school bathroom. His phone should have been clogged with nudes. It was her job to get him experienced in sex, to teach him that women were sluts and objects for his pleasure, but she’d failed him and her harem sisters. They had to wait for the show to show them and him the man he could be, and the animals that they were.

But sometimes that felt unfair.

Couldn’t he have just waited? Or broken up with her? She’d never misadvertized who she was. Why did he need justice?

Sinful wrong thoughts that sounded true, but we’re misled. Like billionaires being geniuses or Viking helmets. Yet she kept thinking them. **** little soldiers throwing themselves at the unassailable fortress that was her devotion to Peaks.

"Well, either way, I'm worried for them... and I just need some way to feel like I'm helping."

At this Nadia finally calmed down, sure that GODDESS wasn't going to punish them for being bad girls. "This is really important to you."

"It is." Bae nodded solemnly. "I feel like... we should have done something. We should have helped, I don't know how but we should of. Instead, GODDESS tried to capture them... and I helped... I'm just tired of living my whole life feeling like I lost something." She knew of course she should feel that way. She did lose something, the most important thing there was, her Master's favor. She wasn't who he needed her to be, when he needed it. But that she could live with. It was Babs, and Karen, and Skylar that she couldn't bare.

Nadia smiled sadly. "Isn't it funny how something so perfect came out of something so horrible? I try to think of it as a forest fire, something had to be destroyed so something new could be born." Even as Nadia said this, she realized it was of no comfort. Who watches a forest fire roar, and thinks of the saplings to be born? Who can see past the pines that burn before their eyes? Instead, she smiled again, a little less sadly. She took Bae's hand in the way that old lovers and friends can. "How about I pray with you then?"

Bae smiled warmly and closed her eyes. "Dear God, please, send those girls an angel..."

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"You better watch your back." Lucifer teased, as he caught up to Elizabeth in the hallways.

"Where were you?" Elizabeth huffed. "I had a plate full of deviled eggs, that would have been perfect if you were pulling my hair."

He smiled and kissed her cheek. "I was dining with the enemy. Olympias has finished with Cleopatra and intends to add you to her collection next."

She stopped walking, equal parts annoyed and scared. "Who would want me? I'm hardly even playing."

"Why does man want anything? Because he doesn't have it."

This made her sigh. For someone who claimed to have such disdain for the human race, he sure was obsessed with us. "Won't you protect me, lover?"

He smirked, now that was laying it on thick. "I don't want to play favorites."

"But I am your favorite."

"So you say." He tapped her bottom. "But if you're really worthy of being my wife, you'll be able to survive their plan."

"Funny." She gave him a playful smile. "If you were worthy of being my husband, you'd protect me against anything."

"Ah, then it's a good thing that our story revolves around impressing me, and not you." Now, he boldly, very boldy reached out and brushed her arm. It was a gentle, meaningful gesture.

The man was in love.

"Then it's a good thing I upgraded my hypnotism ability."

Upgrade!

Looking Into My Eyes+: Elizabeth's connection with the night increases. Her compulsions are more powerful, she's able to compel people to perform acts they'd normally be resistant to. In addition to this, she can implant triggers, and conditions for certain commands.

Elizabeth Bathory 1BP (-5)

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"Yo Molly we got to talk to her she's seriously off the..." Marie yawned as she opened the door to Molly's hotel room. Despite everything the two of them had become good friends over the course of their winter vacation. Each was concerned with protecting Erica from the dark fate that awaited her, and neither was able to do anything to that effect. "...Oh god."

Molly was pressed against a wall, suspended really. Nothing was touching the floor, except for the man between her legs. He had her by her hips, her legs were wrapped around his head. He was naked, his body shriveled like a mummy. Long white hair spilled down his back, his spine bumpy like a gargoyle's thanks to his gaunt frame.

Molly was grinning, her eyes lightless. "Marie." She sighed, looking at her with a vacant smile. "Master welcomes youuuuu."

Marie froze, her hands was still on the door. Close the door, walk away. But she couldn't! Molly was her friend, and besides, she was way too stoned to run. "What is that thing?" Marie could hear slurping coming from Molly's pelvic area.

"Maaaaaster." Molly rasped, she seemed to be growing pale herself. Her hair was losing it's shine. acne seemed to bloom across her face, as her teeth were suddenly crooked and bent. All the work Skylar's crew had put into making her the perfect girl next door was undone, as she shriveled before Marie's eyes. Her beauty was seemingly being drained out of her.

"Hey! Freak, cut it out!" Marie bent down to grab her slide as a weapon, but as she hollard the thing moved its head. Marie caught a long tongue retract from Molly's exposed sex. That and Red eyes were the last things she remembered before...

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"This place is back to being deserted," Erica whined as she stomped around the lobby. Not only was Eve still missing, but now Molly and Marie were too. Any thought of making new friends at this point were out the window. By now it was clear that lines had been drawn in the harem. There was Olympias and the girls caughtin her orbit, and Erica's Save The World Society. Which was bullshit, why was saving the world not a fucking universal standard? "Fuck em." Erica said aloud. "All I need is Daddy."

It was the man she was looking for but, another guy did choose to join her at that point. Randy the ski instructor flagged her down as she passed into the shops. "Excuse me you're Erica right?"

The girl put her hand on her hips, and cocked an eyebrow. She'd gotten a stud up there the other day, and it only served to increase the weight of her dubious gaze. "Yeah, and you're the ski instructor."

"Right." He rubbed the back of his head. "Listen... you've like... got a connection with the good guys right? You and Joan, you know?"

First it was sadness, and then rage that punctured Erica. The monster in her mind, wanted her to start screaming at this guy for daring to mention Joan's name. Someone so holy, so sacred! But Erica reigned it in, sadness once again ruling her mind. "Yeah..."

It wasn't much, but Randy decided to take it. "I want to be baptized."

Erica took a step back. This sort of thing really only happened at the end of morality plays. Was he serious? "You're serious?"

"Yes, I can't work for this show anymore... I want out."

"And how is getting baptized going to get you out?"

He shrugged. "It's not... I mean it's not, but... I want to do something that says I'm on the good guy team now. I want to get Boudica out of here... and you too! Everyone really. Just tell me how to get into contact with the angels and I'll do what I can."

"There's no getting out Randy, I'm winning this game and saving the world, or whatever." Now it just sounded like something she was supposed to say. She still didn't know what Joan's plan was. What was the wish that was going to end all of this?

He grimaced. "You'll have to forgive me, if I'm not willing to place my money solely on you."

Erica was discovering that hersoul was now riddled with flaws. Sadism, nyphomania, a quick tempter, and a fragile ego above all. He didn't think she could do it? She was in second place, the audience loved her, she was the devil's fucking daughter, and he didn't think she could do it? Who was he? A ski instructor?

"You know what you're right. You can never have too many people trying to undo this thing." She grinned at him, her canines sharp as fangs. "We'll do it right here."

"Really?" He was both excited and confused. "Don't we need water?"

"Hey." She wagged a finger at him. "Who's the saint here?"

"Right! Sorry!" Eagerly he bowed to her. "Just tell me what to do."

"Kneel."

He did so.

"Close your eyes."

He did so.

"Randy, have you come here to turn your back against evil and walk the path of light a goodness forever more?"

He felt her hand on the back of his head. "I have."

"Do you hate your sins?"

He thought back to all the girls he'd primed over his tenure with Skylar. These women were laden with new lusts and desires they didn't even understand. Women who trusted him to be a safe release for these desires. None of them knowing that he was just the first step to their descent. Just look at Boudica, she'd entered an angry redhead, and was leaving a giggling blonde. "Yes, I do so hate my sins."

"Do you seek to instead, do good in this world?"

He did. He couldn't bare to see one more soul fill Skylar's room. Boudica was right, they couldn't be together until this show was burned to the ground. "I do."

"Then be now doused in this holy water."

He was suddenly pressed against Erica's crotch as she allowed a fresh spring of urine to bubble up through her panties. She pressed his head firmly in place, and smeared her crotch up and down on her face, until he was soaked, soggy, and blind with his urine.

"Uuugh!" He cried, pulling himself away from her. He was more than disgusted, he was heart broken. He'd just been so **** and for a person to take advantage of it like that...

It was evil.

Erica's cackle filled the hallway, she was already walking away from him, her panties still dripping. She'd had her fun with him and was done. Like Joan said, all sins would be forgiven and that was just a bit of fun. "You want to be a good guy? Shut up and help me win."

As she left Randy to dry his face, Boudica came bounding around the corner. Her freckled face lit up when she saw Erica. "Ooooooh wow! You're even prettier than I remember!"

Erica likewise, enjoyed the view. Boudica in nothing more than jean shorts, and a fishnet body stocking, and boots. "Looks like your brand caught up with you." Erica licked her lips.

"Tehe!" Boudica closed the distance between them, and cuddled up next to Erica. Like a cat she rubbed her cheek against the younger woman's shoulder. "I guess so, I've been feeling suuuper good since my challenge yesterday."

"Good for you, I think mine might have been a war crime. Daddy helped me get over it though."

Boudica giggled again, like Erica was the most interesting thing in the world. "You're making me, like, soooo horny Erica." She suddenly Saw Randy drying his face with his shirt. "Hey, it's Randy Randy!" She waved at him giddily. "His joytoy is huge, he's been helping me with my homework." She fumbled for her phone to show Erica the big fat zero on her screen.

"I saw that." She ran her fingers through the hair of the bimbo. "I have to pay you to cum."

Boudica closed her eyes. "Hehe, I'll give you your points back."

"Hmm" Erica grinned, and tugged on Boudica's hair like a leash. "Come on, we've got a world to save."

"Ahh! Hahaha!" Boudica winced, and then tittered as Erica dragged her off. "See ya later, Randy!"

"What are you doing?" Erica suddenly took Boudica's legs out from under her, and had the blonde on her knees. "A pet like you shouldn't be taller than me, it's embarrassing."

Boudica moaned and crawled along with Erica even as the younger woman pulled on her hair. "Omg Erica, I could like be your pet forever!"

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"I guess this is it then."

There at the top of the mountain just where the ski lifts dropped off they were waiting for her. Olympias, Cleopatra, Mary, and Helen.

Helen was bundled up in winter clothing, but it was hard to hide the baby bump she was now sporting. Just a day or so away from popping now.

Elizabeth looked to Cleopatra, hard to tell what was going on there. She had a sad, anxious look to her. Not quite was beaten and broken down as Mary... what happened to her?

"It's time you accept your place here Elizabeth." Olympias was more proud and confident now than when she entered the show. Of everyone she was the only one who it'd built up. She was a predator, and this show had released her back into the wilds. She was feasting upon them, upon their misery. Even that humiliation fetish couldn't bow her. "Erica and Boudica are the biggest threats, the only way we beat them is by working together."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. She hated evil people, acting like their goals benefited the masses. "There can only be one winner, helping you win isn't exactly helping me."

"You're still confident that gaining what? 1000 pounds is going to help you win?"

"You haven't been paying attention to the scores then have you? Master and me have been quite the couple this week. I won't have to gain quite as many pounds as you think, besides I'm sure when I control this harem, you'll make a fine steward of my exercise regime."

Olympias sighed. "I don't offer the chance to come peacefully twice, very often, but I'm going to with you. Because I value what you could be." She let this sink in.

"Don't any of you have any pride?" Elizabeth looked to the other three. They were fighting for control of hell, the fate of humanity, and a wish, yet these three were letting Olympias talk for them! Were they not queens? Were they not the evilest women in history?

Helen had been rubbing her stomach, during the conversation, but at this she snapped to attention. "I don't want to win this thing, okay? Why would I want to be the one married to Lucifer? I want Olympias to win, and besides that I want to see Erica and her minions lose. Soooooo yeah."

Mary's eyes were trained on the snow, a grimace on her face. Her fists were clenched, and her tail was doing who know what to her under that corest. "I'm just a maid, I don't have an opinion on such things."

Cleopatra looked at the two of them. She wasn't used to being a part of a team. A partnership? Sure. But never part of a team, and never as a subordinate. Her whole life had been her against the world, what did she do with these new feelings? "Olympias gave me my mind back... she's a person I'm comfortable leading this harem."

The winds on the mountain blew on by, and Olympias faced it like a captain on a ship. "I'm going to make sure everyone in our group gets to 100 points, and makes it out of this alive. There's no way any of us can beat those three alone."

"You don't even want to win." Helen but her head in.

"I don't want Olympias to win either."

Cleopatra growled. "You are such a frustrating thing."

"I'm sorry you feel that way, I've tried to stay out of everyone's way."

"Alas." Olympias shrugged. "I can not begin to take on those three, without knowing your loyalty. So here's the threat. I will have Cleopatra here upgrade, and buy every trait we can until you're completely nonfunctional. You will not be able to make it to 100 points, and you will be eliminated at the end of next week." She tilted her head. "And then there's eternity to consider, and what I'll do to you then."

"Ah." The chair lift clunked and moved behind her and over head. This afternoon was supposed to be a break. "Respectfully, I do hear things. I know Cleopatra tried to do the same thing to Erica, and here we are. And me getting to 100 is just a push of a button." This was getting tiresome. "I'm not even getting in your way, so I don't know why you're coming after me at all. Any points you blow on me, are ones you're not using on her. Think this through. Just leave me alone."

Olympias pulled out her phone. "Don't worry about our bank accounts. I have a total of 86 points to spend. Helen has an additional 20. We're set."

Now it was getting interesting. Her vampire heart began to pick up the pace. "That's impossible, where would you even get that many?"

"Donations from Cleopatra, and Mary."

"Even still..."

"Oh." Olympias held her phone up for Elizabeth. "I guess you haven't seen the rankings."

Sure enough, there at the top of the list, standing in first place was Helen with 100 Vp. A 41 point jump over where she had been after the challenge.

Fuck.

Fuck!

With their traits...

This was bad.

Helen could farm not only VP for herself, and possibly Olympias, but BP too. Olympias had assembled three players who could sleep with Helen, who knows how many points that was worth. And now she'd acquired Cleopatra, the gun needed to turn those BP into weapons against her foes.

Elizabeth couldn't help but smile. "I guess we better start talking terms."

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Erica almost didn’t want to cum.

Her limbs were entangled with Boudica’s. The bimbo’s puffy pussy was rubbing against her leg. The pet was easily cumming, and creaming, and making Erica feel viciously jealous. And yet Boudica had become an excellent lover. Her pride and hesitation was gone and all that was left was the lust she felt for Erica. Her fingers swam inside the girl’s pussy, kicking them back and forth like the legs of a swimmer, while her thumb swirled around Erica’s clit.

“I need to get that pierced.” She said aloud. Her back arched in pleasure, she’d been ready to cum for minutes now, but Boudica seemed to lack the ability to grow bored. She kept on fingering and kissing her date like each moment was the climax of the whole evening.

Erica was dangling over the edge, and didn’t want this all to end. One of her hands was keeping her proper up in a sitting position, while another held her phone which documented everything for Daddy’s benefit. The two of them were just two and one point from victory. Anything to entice his eye.

"Do you like it?" Boudica was a needy pet, her eyes shone with adoration and desire. Erica had only fed her the fruit to ensure he loyalty through the later leg of the competition, but this was different. Erica owned her. This Boudica was different than she had been a few days ago. Unlike Erica who would flit between herself and the beast within, this Boudica was nothing but a bimbo. She never had a moment of resistance where her strong will presented itself.

"You're a dream." Erica grinned, it was amazing. She'd slept with Boudica before, many times. But there was always something gross about it. Guilt, mind control, there were a lot of things that kept her from enjoying it to it's fullest. But now? She felt free, empowered, and the truth was that Boudica's body was as gorgeous as it was delectable. She'd never dreamed she'd be sleeping with such a body, let alone that it'd be so submissive and attentive to her every need.

Boudica took the compliment as intended and had another orgasm, her enhanced pussy was back and working as intended. She could cum from the lightest of pettings. Erica was getting jealous, but she was being such a good and attentive lover she couldn't hold a grudge. Erica would have cum by now if Boudica's new trait wasn't holding her back.

"I think I'm ready." She told the camera, hoping to look lost and horny for Daddy.

The effect was a good one, when you watch the video you can see her desire. Her need, she's enjoying the process, the attention, her lover, but you can see her need is just too much. She can't take it any longer. Her will is broken and she's ready to give in, and let her new father figure enjoy every bit of her failure.

We never get to see the climax. In the video we just hear the door opening. We can only speculate who it could be. Only Eve and Skylar have the keys. It could be a maid or maintenance, but whoever it is Erica drops the phone.

"What the hell are you supposed..." Her words are cut short by a scream, and the video cuts to black.

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Helen 100VP (+41) 20BP