Erica's Episode

Erica did not join the rest of the cast on the shuttle ride into the real world. Instead she stayed behind and looked for Molly, and let's just say the girl was nowhere to be found. The search was so futile that Erica began to think she might have been some kind of ghost.

Then she recalled a line Molly had dropped, about skiing during the day.

Duh.

So rather than being productive with her day, Erica kind of just lounged about the lobby in her school girl uniform, waiting for Molly to come back in. The portion of the crew assigned to her was pleased, and likewise spent the afternoon on their phones, until sundown where Molly the ski bunny came waddling into the lobby, heavily dressed up for the mountainside.

"There you are!" Erica ran to her friend, and only halfway through the sprint realized how sad and **** it must look. Still she was committed.

"Oh, hey! You found me."

"How was the slope?"

"It's killer out there you've got to go... I mean, I could show you one day, if you want."

"Yes, yes she wants very bad." Joan appeared to Molly from seemingly nowhere. She was wearing some fashionable nonsense that only looked good on someone unusually thin and Tall, like Joan. It helped that she was french. "But you have a key to show us to, yes?"

"Joan..." Erica hissed.

Molly waddled in place, pink snowsuit helping hide her awkward stance. "Who's your friend?"

"Joan." Erica said. "She's my... sister."

"Half sister." Joan filled in. There was the problem of neither of the looking like the other.

"But she's right. You never showed me what this key goes to."

"Well I never got that kiss you were leaning in for."

Erica just about jumped out of her shoes and socks. "T-that wasn't the deal!"

"I'm just messing with you girl." Molly snickers. "You're such a little goodie goodie. Follow me." She waddled over to the front desk. As she did Joan turned to Erica and gave her an exaggerated kissy face, which caused the girl to punch the saint in retaliation. "Tada!" Molly gestures to the wall behind the front desk. "It's a mail key." There was a box for each room. Then a series of twenty secured boxes labeled 1 - 20.

"Molly this is great!" Erica hugged, the girl, and waved down Mr. Redhead. "Excuse me sir, can you open #12 for me?" Erica handed him the key, and he returned with a laminated brochure page.

"Hell hath no fury." Molly read, as they were handed the piece of paper.

"Eight women are selected by their recent discovery of their lover's indiscretions. Competitors use their powers and wits to..." Erica set the page down. "This is just the challenge we're doing. What's the point?" She looked the thing over for a secret code, or message, but found nothing.

It was actually Joan who caught on to it. "This paper, it was in your box last night."

The schoolgirls nearly fainted. "Someone was trying to warn me about the challenge."

"Oui."

"Okay, wow that's huge." She looked towards Molly was was slightly confused by this point. "There's someone in the crew... or maybe the hotel who's trying to help me win."

"That's huge!"

"I know!" Erica nodded. "Now, I need you to promise you're not going to tell anyone."

Molly crossed her arms. "Who would I tell? I'm practically a prisoner in this place."

Join the club kid. "Don't even say it out loud, there's cameras everywhere." Erica took a moment to turn and face the camera few filming that very moment.

"Yeah sure thing Erica your secret's all mine." Molly rolls her eyes sarcastically, and Erica thinks that's just such a cute gesture, she can't hold herself back anymore. Bold like an adult, but wit the palpitating heart of a teen, Erica leans forward quickly and plants a kiss on Molly. She actually does it with such ****, that she trips, and ends up kissing Molly into the front desk. Molly only moans with delight, and kiss back, making sure to hold onto Erica from behind as their lips begin to gasp and dance.

The line at Target went by at a speed so lethargic, even Joan had gotten bored, and was keeping Erica company in the queue. She looked great in a in her highwaisted pants and turtleneck. “I guess I know why they gave you this one.”

The pair looked down to the half asleep Twenty something, slowly scanning barcodes, the bordest of all possible looks on her face. “Yup.” She gave a bright smile to Joan. “We’re a match made in heaven.”

She saint rolled her eyes, her lips curling into a **** grin. Gingerly she tucked Erica’s hair behind her ear. “You are so cute my petite killer.”

Erica blushed. “Stoooop.” She giggled and moved her hair back in place.

"Did you find everything okay?" Tiffany their target, the bored looking twenty something, gave them a bored glance, mainly just to check how many items they had, and thus how much work was in store for her.

The two teens blushed, and moved apart.

Joan, sauntered forward, and leaned against the counter. She gave a conspiratorial look to her left, then right, and then took off her sunglasses. "Oui, monsieur Devil send us. You know? We get you petty ****, in exchange for your ever living soul, and eternal damnation? This is the deal you make."

Tiffany Blackburn

Vengeful Woman

"What's up Harem Hotel? I'm Tiffany, I'm twenty three, have a bachelor's degree, and work as a cashier at target. Rents over a thousand dollars a month, and I want to die. Woooooooo!"

"Thanks for joining our little show! Tell us a little bit about your situation."

"Landen was pretty much the only bright stop in my life. We spent pretty much every waking moment of our lives together. Until a few months ago, when he started needing more 'me time' Which was okay, I know I'm a bit clingy. But uh oh, 'Me Time' really translated into 'Sex with my coworker'"

"That's a lot to take in. So you're looking for ****, how do you want Landen to Suffer?"

"I want him to feel like is life his over, like how I feel. Since he obviously doesn't care about throwing five fucking years of friendship out the window, and doesn't care about us the way I did. I want him to have this feeling in some other way!"

"Yeah come in!" Stan called as he heard knocking at the door. He had a coat rack in his hand, and was ready to charge Erica the moment the came in the door. "Stay back!" He called shaking the many points of the device at her. "I know how to use this."

Erica blinked, and dropped her toilette bag onto the ground. She held her hands up. "Woah, woah, I surrender. What is this?"

Stan adjusted his grip. "You're the one who's here to kill me, right?"

Erica nods. "Yeah." She gives a casual shrug. "Hope that doesn't get between us."

"Oh fuck." Stan cringes and steps back.

"I'm just kidding dude." The school girl gives a casual laugh. "You're not Satan, I get it. I've got no beef with you."

"Really?"

"Yes really." Erica gave him a rare smile. "Besides I heard what happened last night. That was a miserable thing to do. There's a reason all these women are in hell."

"Yeah..." Stand set his coat rack down, looking pained. "I just feel... like I was created just so you all could fuck me... yeah know?"

"Welcome to Harem Hotel where no one wants to fuck but everyone's going to."

He laughed at that. A sexy little Australian laugh. "I guess I have it easy compared to the rest of you."

"Oh shut up. None of us have been attacked yet. If you're really looking for the title of best victim, it's yours."

"Ouch." He smiled again, his teeth are so white. "You know you look sweet, but you're a mean little lady."

"Welcome to Gen Z." Erica looked around the room, it was so sterile and dark they might as well have been in Orthanc. "Do you want to get out of here dude? I know the whole point of this is for us to sleep together, but it's supposed to be a date right?"

Relief washes over the man, who has felt somewhat trapped for the last two days. "Erica I'd love to. Where to?"

"I know this kick ass arcade."

"Are arcades as loud and dirty as my memories are telling me?"

"Oh, no they're so much worse."

"I'm in."

"Come on!" Erica cried slamming her head against the air hockey table. "You've never even played before."

" I guess I'm a natural." Stan had a shit eating grin on his face, as he juggled his paddle around. "Up for another one?"

"No, please god no. I can't take another loss." She rubbed her sore wrists. "What, do they have a class on Air Hockey in this place?"

"I think you're just bad."

Erica huffed, and looked around. "I'm thinking Skee Ball Next."

"Do you think killing me would do anything." It was a disturbing question, made all the more ridiculous by the bells and whistles of The Arcade.

Erica spun around to Stan who had a seriously look on his face. "Okay, mood killer."

"I'm serious. What if you got rid of me. Then Satan wouldn't have a body to come back to right?"

"Stop." Erica held up her hand. "We're not doing that?"

"Why not? I'm not real, but think of all the good it would do to get rid of him. It's all upside."

"I'm not killing you."

"Why not? Make my weird fake life worth something." In his own way, her looked quite determined to go through with it. Erica found this surprising bit of valor quite charming. There was something beautiful about so short a life, trying to find meaning and value.

"Because you're my friend Stan. Besides that, I don't know what these people are capable of. In case you haven't noticed, most of your harem is dead people. They could just bring you back."

His head slumps, and he sets down the paddle. "Yeah I guess I wasn't thinking that through."

"I love where your head is out though." She patted him on the back, and tried to lighten his heart a little bit. "Asking a high schooler to kill you, that's a big power play."

"Can't you be serious about anything?" His tone was not quite as harsh as his words. More than anything he was embarrassed he'd suggested it at all.

Erica grabs his hand and starts to drag him further into the arcade. "I was serious about Skee Ball, let's go."

Reluctantly, he let himself be dragged along for the game, and proceeded to absolutely demolish Erica, who refused to play anything else until she won a match. Stan concluded that meant he'd be playing for the rest of his short life, so kindly decided to bomb his performance in the fourth round... it was fun.

When they'd finally left the arcade he was carrying a two foot tall stuffed rabbit, that was dressed just like Erica. It even had a Harem Hotel tag on it's ear. "I guess they're already selling merch." He said off handidly, then waved the thing at the camera. "Get yours now."

"Yeah." Erica lifted the skirt of the rabbit up to reveal a pair of panties. "Not sure how I feel about the up-skirt potential on the stuffed animal, but it seems to be the least of their crimes."

"What should I name her?" He petted the soft blue ears of the toy.

"If you name her Erica I'm going to scream."

He pondered his options, as the Elevator raised them up to the very top of the tower. "What about Slutty Erica, she's always flashing her panties at the teachers ya know?"

"Perfect." She rolled her eyes, and smacked him across the ass as she left the elevator.

"Hey now!" He laughed, and jumped at the smack. Feeling the lightest he'd been since he was created. "I had a really good time Erica, you're the first girl... I don't know. Who didn't want anything from me."

Erica blushed, feeling her younger self take over for a moment. A shy and bashful spell washed over her. "I just wanted us to have fun."

"Mission accomplished."

He leaned in for a kiss, but Erica pushed him gently away, so casually it didn't feel like an outright rejection. "You're acting like this is goodbye. We still gotta sleep together, Tiger."

"Oh yeah." It was his turn to blush now. This whole thing felt like such a first date. He opened his doors, back to the blackness of his domain. At least Slutty Erica provided the place with a little color now. He set her on his bed, and the two got ready in their open separate rooms. Erica took the bathroom, and Stan his walk in closet.

Before long the two were dressed in their Pajamas. Stan a cotton pair of sleep pants, and Erica her gym uniform. Neither jumped into bed, they simply stood at their opposite sides, and looked anywhere but at each other. "Please after you." Erica offered, with a cringe.

"Um, yeah sure." He crawled on in, and laid on his side, half his body hanging off the edge.

Erica did the same, and there was enough room for a horse to sleep between them. Though she did sigh upon contact with the bed. "Woooooow."

"It's pretty nice yeah..."

Gradually their muscles couldn't hold out, and they were **** to slide closer together, now only providing enough room for a foal to sleep.

"Can I hug you?"

Gabby's eyes went wide, and she pretend not to hear the request. "Hmm?"

"Well, I've just had such a good time... and you've been so nice... I just want to give you some points... ya know?"

"Oh! Oh right, Um sure. Sure yeah. We can h-h-huug."

He started to slither over towards her. "Okay, um, I'm here."

"You're here." She agreed, and rolled over, into his arms. Mechanically he wrapped them around her, and patted her back. "It's hug time." She wanted to kill herself. Hug time? Really? The worst part was Satan was going to remember that ,come next week.

They took in the awkward Embrace, but to their surprise quickly felt it warm up. Stan was so handsome, and perfect that Gabby quickly found a heat starting to develop inside of her. Meanwhile Stan was just so over the noon with a normal night, that he couldn't help but develop an attraction to the younger woman. They looked into eachother's eyes, and felt something twitch further down south between them.

Then in a burst of light, Joan was suddenly between them. Causing them both to scream, and retreat to their sides of the bed. "Okay bed buddies! Remember leave room for Jesus, huh?" Joan was in her Own PJ's, and rested her ethereal head-on Slutty Erica like a pillow. "Sleep tight!"

The moment was so sudden, and so shocking, and such a release of Pressure that Erica could not stop herself from laughing. Stan heard this chuckling, and got infected by it as well, and soon the two were snorting and chuckling on their opposite sides of the bed.

Snug As A Bug In A Hug +1 VP

First! x2 Bonus

Erica: 7 VP

Tiffany wandered around the darkness, not sure where she was going. Though her demonic benefactor had promised her a solution to her problems awaited at the end of the darkened maze. "Okay we're here." Erica's voice sang, as she ripped the blindfold free.

"This is.... my living room." Tiffany looked around, and saw her coffee table stocked with chips, and soda... and it looked like she bought a new sofa... and a T.V?

"Exactly, have a seat." Erica pushed Tiffany down on the couch. "You want **** on your boyfriend for cheating on you, and I'm not going to lie, that's a real dick move on his part, but it's no reason to summon the forces of hell to torment him, young lady."

"What are you talking about? I gave my life to him for five years."

"So you break up with him like a normal god damn person." Erica huffed. "Call him, break up, then trash him on social media. You don't need me breaking him up with his new girl either. They're both cheaters, you really think that isn't plaguing their every thought when they're together?"

"I am so not giving my soul up for this. You just want me to live and let live? After he cheated on me?"

"Um yeah. Forgiveness is not for other people, it's something you give yourself. Allow yourself to move on from this moment and find something new in life. You think if you get **** all of the sudden this hurt is going to go away?"

Tiffany sunk into the couch. "I guess not , but what am I supposed to do with my life, I'm miserable, and..."

Erica put her hand over Tiffany's mouth, and hit the remote to her new T.V. Instantly a very graphic scene of a girl getting ravished by a tentacle-bearing alien light up her new flat screen. Tiffany's eyes went wide with surprise. "This one is for the audience." Erica confessed, letting the brand on her tit, glow with it's blue magic. Tiffany's eyes seemed to flutter for a moment, before she sunk deeper into the couch. "Tiffany before you can seek love, you must be willing to give, and receive love from yourself."

Erica grabbed the girls wrist, and gently guided it beneath the waistband of her soccer shorts. "What are you doing?" She asked dully.

"Dating is just so hard Tiffany. You have to go out and meet people, drive places, spend gas, spend money on dinner, risk rejection. And let's face it, the dating scene is a real crap shoot." As she spoke the anime girl on screen let out high pitched shrieks of pleasure.

"Yeah." Tiffany replied dully, eyes transfixed on the perversion before her.

"That's why the folks at the network have agreed to hook you up with their lonely lover package. With over ten thousand highly curated titles, it's the multiverse's most exclusive archive of animated filth. Why bother with all that stress and hassle, when you can just crash on the couch, and rub yourself raw?"

Tiffany whimpered a bit, and tried to get away from Erica, but the glowing brand on her tit just got brighter and brighter. Eventually she sighed, and just sunk back into the couch, overwhelmed by the hassle it took to fight back. "That's so weird, I don't want to be some pervert who watches hentai."

"Come on, just look at that anime babe, doesn't she look like she's having fun?" Erica gestured on screen, where an x-ray shot was showing the girls womb filled to the brim with squirting tentacles. While this might seem... like the worst thing that could possibly happen to a person ever. Her red, face, crossed eyes, and drooling tongue, all tell us that it's fun and pleasurable beyond belief.

"Mmmm." Tiffany nodded, and slowly her hand started doing circles around her clit.

“That’s right.” Erica cooed. “You don’t need a man. You’re a beautiful and smart you lady, and you deserved to be loved by someone someday. But until then, feel that pleasure you’re giving yourself right now.”

“Ooh.” Tiffany moans eyes glued to the vibrant perversion on screen.

“You’re tortured by all these expectations on where your life should be, and what you should be doing with it, so I’ve placed a little curse on you.”

“A curse?” She mumbles peaking into slight concern.

“That’s right, until you love yourself and are ready for love, I’ve cursed you with a little bit of sloth. You will have no ambitions or great desires until you accept yourself, and your life."

One screen the tentacle monster had cum so much, it was coming out the girls nose. An interesting take on anatomy, one Tiffany seemed to find interesting. "Oooh fuck, look at that."

"Good." Erica beamed, and tossed her a bag of chips. "Enjoy a little vacation from the stress of life."

"Mmm." Tiffany grunted, opening up the bag of chips with her free hand and mouth.

Erica smiled, as the girl started shoveling chips inside her mouth, as she pleasured herself. No **** no soul. She just hoped this was sexy enough for the audience not to punish her, but even if they did... she'd still be scoring points. Even if they didn't like her take on the challenge...

...Erica was feeling quite wet. She'd be ashamed to admit it, but she liked what she did here. Tiffany had been something of a popular girl in high school and college. The thought of turning her into a hentai addicted weeb, was kind of hot. It'd actually been a fantasy of highschooler Erica. Turning one of those good catholic girls in school into her girlfriend. Someone to watch anime with... and kiss.

"Let me show you my favorite one." Erica said, grabbing the remote, and starting up a new show. A simple little plot about a teacher who turns is students into perverted sex slaves.

"Hey." Tiffany smiles, "you're wearing that uniform."

Erica gives her a wink, as she removes her panties, and gets ready for the action to start. "I said this was my favorite."

Together the two of them watch the inevitable fall of the first student, a purple haired shy girl. Why by the end of the episode is trained to open her mouth and drool at the sound of a bell. A hot little trick for her mastering during 'study hall' but the episode ends when her heading into her family's shop, with the bell there triggering this state. She's horrified by the lewd face she's stuck making in her own home, and what it means for her life... but the camera lingers on her thighs and show a trickle of arousal as she thinks about her descent into slavery.

"Ohhh fuck." Tiffany sighs, having already cum once during sow. "I gotta see this next one."

Erica nods her head in agreement, her own fingers doing similar work to her victim. "The next one is about a different girl, but it's soooo good."

"I think I want to dye my hair purple." Tiffany said at last, wet sounds under toning her confession. "Don't you think I'd look cute?"

Erica smiled. "As long as you think you'll look cute. Love yourself man."