Helen Vs. Wu

“Next up!” Mark Anthony boomed from his spot on stage. “It’s the battle of Envies, Helen will you get on up here?”

“Sure thing.” Helen huffed, and got up on stage, giving everyone a little bow. “I gotta say it’s nice to be back in the world of the thinking.”

Satan chuckled. “Oh, that’s only ever caused you people trouble. Best to just let your mind go, and allow your master to take care of you.”

Morgan spoke up. “Helen are ye ready to meet thine opponent?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

“Mark Anthony, astonish.”

The trap door to the stage opened, up and a series of mighty drums started playing, as a throne emerged from depths. The shrill sound of women wailing filled the audience.

“Who was the greatest ruler in all of China? Was it the mighty Qin, who tamed the rivers, and united the land? Was it the supreme ancestor of The Han? Was it the Khan’s of Mongolia, it wasn’t Mao, that’s guaranteed! No! None of these men compare when put up against, China’s greatest Ruler.”

Up from the depth of the stage came a throne, carved in the shape of a dragon. At the four posts of the platform stood a woman, each of whom, was singing some sort of opera tune, but that was besides the point. The woman of the hour was that grand and noble personage who sat upon the dragon throne, pale, and certainly the oldest looking competitor in the competition. Her dark hair was styled with combs and beads, and was a work of art onto itself. Her clothing was the finest silk.

“Welcome ladies and Gentlemen Empress Wu of China, the only woman to ever hold that title!”

The singers came to a stop, and quickly ran off stage, so The Empress could take the spotlight. “The daughter of heaven, comes to be wed to the king of hell. Do away with this petty competition, and let us be right here and now.”

“Hey!” Skylar shouted from her table. “That petty competition is all we have!However if you’re so freaking confident in your self we can get started. Your costume for this challenge is ‘Pet’.

Helen

Princess of Troy

“Easy, I seem to remember spending time as a dog only this week. Let’s hope I learned what Lucifer likes."

“Absolutely not.” Empress Wu’s voice rang out, and it was an impressive thing. She doubtlessly commanded attention whenever she used it in court.

Morgan smiled. “Thou are in competition for envy, grand Empress. Let thy pride not be your undoing.”

“I am empress of the greatest, oldest, and grandest kingdom in history. I will not debase myself as a pet. Nor will I entertain this inane competition. We wed now Lucifer, send the others away, so that we may begin.”

Helen was shrinking on stage, almost dying from second hand embarrassment.

“Does she really think this will work?” Nzinga whispered to Atossa.

The Empress smiled. “It is a bold strategy. I admire it, if nothing else.”

Morgan tilted her head. “Thou will not compete?”

“Empress Wu.” Skylar called out. “I highly suggest you put in the effort. This is not the kind of game you want to ram your way through.

“Silence waif.” Morgan waved her hand, and Skylar’s mouth was suddenly filled with her own panties.”Who among us would dare question the Daughter of Heaven?” Morgan smiled, and nodded her head to Mistress Wu. “Very well, I accept your resignation.” She waved her hand, and a large three ring binder, crammed with notes appeared on the judge’s table.

The contestants looked over at it with interest. It read ‘Show Bible’ and truly did hold everything important and sacred about their lives for the coming weeks. What treasures and secrets awaited for them in there. If only they could crack a small look at it.

“Envy eliminations, envy eliminations, envy eliminations, ah here we go.” Morgan tapped a black fingernail on a laminated page. “Blow Up Doll? Oh that sounds lovely. I had the cutest little poppet sewn by my mother. I did so love it. Very well!” She jumped to her feet and extened a hand towards Empress Wu. A purple lightning bolt ripped through the air, and struck Wu. “Envious waif! Hollow, hollow ye empty cur. Thine green greedy eyes fall upon nothing but superficiality, thin shell plastic. Envy envy!”

Empress's Wu's imperial regalia was blasted from her body, leaving the older woman naked. It was thanks to this development that we can see her pale skin become shiny under the stage lights. Her wrinkles smoothed out, her pores closed up, and any splotches, or uniqueness about her skin began to fade as it took on a uniform an latex appearance.

"What is this?" Wu balked, looking down at her own body. As she did her noticed her fingers clench from their fisted position, and spread out into a kind of choping position. She had no control over this, and as her fingers straightened out they began to fuse together. Her fingers gradually vanished until both her hands were two clumsy latex mitten. "Stop this. I'll compete! I'll compete!" As she spoke her low and imperious voice grew higher and higher like her lungs were being filled with helium.

Her elbows locked in a permanently akimbo position like she was permanently demonstrating how big the fish se caught was. Similar horrors were happening to her legs. Her toes fused together, and her ankles, and knees all locked up, which made walking a dubious proposition for the empress.

A cheap looking seam ran up the edges of her body, with the plastic that was now her skin raised along a path that led to her back. Her nipples were both replaced with a nozzle like you'd find on a plastic beach ball to blow it up. The same happened to her clit. And despite these many and horrible changes to her body, Wu's movements and reactions to it all got increasingly dull, and uncoordinated and her body refused to move under her command, only small insignificant gestures became available to her.

She opened her mouth as if to scream but only a high pitched helium flavored moan escaped, as her mouth devolved into a perfect O shape, and her plastic lips bulged obscenely as her mouth became the hole of some kind of sex toy. The same fate awaited her vagina, as it appeared to turn into an Onahole. Not only that, it seemed like it could be unplugged from her plastic body, and replaced with newer weirder models, or even just used on it's own.

As her face held that shocked, cock sucking expression, her eyes froze into an unblinking position, and her dark intelligent eyes, became glassy, shading themselves with a unnatural blue color. The same fate befell her hair, as each of her magnificent strands melted and molded together, until it too was all just one big vague blob of canary yellow.

“Mon Dieu!” Marie Antoinette clamped a hand over her mouth, and ran to the nearest bathroom.

Besides her cry of horror the only other sound was Cleo Wetly working that dildo into her snatch her eyes transfixed on the plastic empress.

Everyone else was silent. Horror gagged them all.

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Skylar

Host

“Pretty good huh? That's the elimination for the Doll path of envy. If you guys had chosen that path for helen, she could have eventually become a much more refined little toy, but a humiliating, helium headed toy is pretty good for a punishment don't cha think?"

“Wu pretty fucky girl!” The plastic doll said, without moving it’s mouth.

Helen cringed, she would much prefer being a drooling idiot than that thing. “So um… do I win?”

“Neigh.” Morgan tutted. “Thou hast not yet performed. However if ye wish to skip thine performance your host will happily accept your resignation.” She brought one of her nails back down to the show bible. “Though art a cuck, yes?”

“No, no!” Helen waved her hands. “I’m playing! I’m playing!”

—--

Nzinga

King of Matamba

“If that’s an elimination… I don’t know. I just don’t know.”

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Bloody Mary

Queen of England

“Fucking hilarious.”

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Zheng

Pirate Queen

“That host better not be tugging on my dick, I’m not going out like that!”

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Erica

Avatar of Joan of Arc

“Please guys, don’t let that happen to me. That was the worst thing I’ve ever seen. Don’t do that to me.”

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Helen

Princess of Troy

“Okay. I just need to score well in this round, and some other people can get knocked down below me, and I won’t be a complete idiot for the next round. Be kind.”

—--

The fifteen minutes between Helen vanish into her dressing room were fill with a little side show.

“Master.” Morgan sang. “Have thee any intrest in playing with thine new toy on stage?” She waved her fingers to Wu, who was still standing stock still in the spotlights.

“You mean…”

She smiled.

“Why yes… I think I will.”

Lucifer smiled, and ran up on stage. “Hey everybody! Are we having a good time?” The audience in the theater cheered and whooped for him. He soaked up the praise like a sponge, and began to undress himself. The lights flashed, and a low thump filled the room. She rocked his hips, and swerved to the beat of the song that started playing. His tie unraveled and was tossed into the audience with an approving screamed.

The ladies in the audience screamed, and cheered as he undressed item by item.

—--

Boudica

Queen of The Iceni

“He is kind of yummy…”

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“Not bad!” Bloody Mary clapped her hands as she watched her master reveal every inch of his tantalizing flesh.

Even the contestants who loathed that man, felt their hearts thumping in their chest. He was the original seducer, and knew how to work his audience.

Once his clothed laid scattered on the stage, or thrown into the audience, he strutted over towards the immobile Wu. His hard dick sprung from his crotch, and pointed at her with purpose.

He grabbed the woman by the small of her back, and surprised himself and the audience by lifting her up off of the ground. She was light as a feather, undoubtably hollow on the inside. When he did grip her, she let out a squeak like a dog toy.

Smirking he tossed the doll up in the air, and up she went. She float down back into his arms like a feather. “My oh, my.” He grinned up at the audience. “What am I supposed to do a thing like this?” He bent her legs and arms at unnatural angles, and watched at her air filled body popped right back to normal. He flicked the nozzle on one of her tits open, and squeezed. Interestingly rather deflating like a popped beach ball, it reduced in size like the doll had gotten a breast reduction surgery. They shrank down to b-cups, then a- and finally laid taught against her chest. One flat chest, and one tit, it was a hell of a thing.

Having the time of his life Lucifer wrapped his lips around the nozzle, and began to blow. Wu let out another high pitched moan, as her tit began to inflate, and infate and inflate until her left tit was the size of her empty plastic head. Cruelly disproportionate not only with her other tit, but her body.

"Hmm." He gave the big boob a squeeze. "Not bad." Effortlessly he lifted Wu up, and lined his dick up with her sex toy entrance. "Is this what you all want?" He cupped a hand to his ear and leaned into the audience. They whopped their approval.

"Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!"

He could feel the toy trembling with anticipation in his hands. "Wu fucky toy. Wu fuck you!"

"Well put." He slid her down onto his length, her sex hole already dripping with...KY jelly?

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" The balloon bimbo squeaked when put his full length in. "Wu being used! Wu fucky toy!"

Erica looked away. "I can't watch this."

That feeling was not shared by the audience, who was roaring with joy.

Wu's vagina started vibrating and oscillating, and sucking on him. He moaned at it all, and started to fuck the empress like the toy she was now. She was just a thing, so had no complaints about how hard he trusted, or how fast, nor did she have anything to say about the positions he twisted her into. her legs went right over her head.

The only sound coming from her was squeaking, which may have just been her moans now.

"At least you have something to be jealous of now." He growled as he gave her fake vagina everything he had. "All the other girls are at least human."

"Wu fucky toy!" She replied. His insult rattled around her head, and found nothing to insult. Just air and lube.

By the time he came close to cuming he had her legs tied it literal knots behind her head by the ankles. He pulled her vagina, the onahole inserted into crotch, right out of her body, and just let her drop to the floor. Her crotch was just an empty divot waiting for a new toy to be placed inside. He gripped the onahole in his hand, and continued to masturbate with it. Her O shaped mouth still kept trumpeting out little moans, and murmurs of joy. "Wu's pocket pussy can go with master wherever he is. A fucky with Wu is never out of reach!"

He came at last into that toy, much to her squeaking delight.

"Master came in Wu! Wu cummy thankful! Mmm Master's Cum tastes good in Wu's pocket pussy. Can Wu have big plastic orgasm like real girl?"

Lucifer smirked, breathlessly slightly heavily, then tossed the onahole into the audience, for Nzinga to catch. The king did so, because she was a mighty physical specimen, but look at the instrument with disgust as it dripped with oily lube and cum. "Go on girl, finish the toy off."

The king whined, but never the less felt herself compelled to finish Wu off. So she naked her long alien tongue into the onaole and started lucking it clean of cum. Of course to her surprise this was a delightful sensation, and before long she was licking and kissing Wu's plastic pussy like it was an ice cream cone.

Diaochan ran up on stage and grabbed the plastic empress. "A maid's duty is to pick up her master's toy!" She said apologetically, and then ran back to her seat with the inflated royalty in hand. "Sorry Empress." Diaochan whispered into the toy's smooth plastic ear.

"Wu fucky toy!"

It was not long after that, that a bird cage began to descend from from the rafters. Where Helen had found that thing in the prop closet was anyone's guess was anyone's guess. Music began to play as she was lowered, lowered, lowered down until she hung twenty feet over the stage. Washing Machine Heart by Mitski.

She was a sight, her usual beauty present, her hair decorated with colorful feathers, her face sprinkled with glitter. She had long outrageous eyelashes that were each topped with a colorful little bead of color and when she blinked he could almost feel the wind they produced. Around her neck was the dog collar Lucifer had given her earlier in the week, attached to a leash which Helen held. For the most part she was naked except for a feathery boa wrapped around her body, a pair of high platform sandals, one strawberry pink, one kiwi green, and a pair of fishnets that went up to her thighs, they were the opposite color as the shoes, adn where the strings of fabric crossed was a tiny little pearl. The final scrap of clothing to her name were ropes that wrapped around her body, bound her tits, and slipped through her pussy lips.

She did not look like a puppy dog girl.

She opened the door to her cage, but before she did, she clipped her leash to the little swing at the center of the cage which she had been sitting on.

She emerged from the cage, still suspended in the air, and began to do a slow deliberate dance on it's outside. Moving along the bars, like a stripper.

"Toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart,

baby bang it up inside.

I'm not wearing my usual lipstick

I thought maybe we would kiss tonight."

She propelled herself with unusual strength and grace upside down, both hands holding firm to the cage, as her legs flipped and went above her head. It was more impressive than it was sexy, and the dance was pretty sexy. She spread her legs wide 180 degrees apart, an incline so mild from one foot to the other you could have run a train across it.

It was a slow, somber, sensual dance, and the whole audience was good and intrigued. This was beyond any of the humiliating performances they'd put on before this. No skit, no lines, no masturbation. This was all told through lyrics, music and dance.

"Baby will you kiss me already,

and toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart.

Baby bang it up inside."

She flipped and laid down at the top of the cage, her back conforming to the curve of the dome.

"Baby, though I've closed my eyes

I know who you pretend I am

I know who you pretend I am"

She held her hand to her face and looked positively in mourning. This was the pain of a pet, so skilled, and cute, and pampered, and beautiful, yet hopelessly, painfully in longing for her master. The anguish and pain of this beautiful creature, moved most of the audience. Frowns as well as boners filled the audience.

"Do mi ti

Why not me?

Why not me?"

The walked to the other side of the cage, as was starting to run out of give on her leash. She stood toes hanging over the side of the cage before spreading her arms out like she was going to jump. Then with a sob, and leaned forward and let her weight take her forward.

"No!" A few cried, Cleopatra chief among them who was on her feet.

But before Helen could go plunging off the side of her cage, the leash finally hit it's limit, and snapped taught. The lung was stopped, and she was held out at maybe a 45 degree angle on the cage, supported by nothing but her toes, and the leash.

"Do mi ti." she repeated, her words chocked, as the collar pulled against her throat.

"Why not me?

Why not me?"

Though as she said these lines, and as her face turned purple from the strangulation a strange kind of smile came to her face. She ran her fingers along her collar. Thankful for her master's ownership over her, thankful for his leash stopping her from making a mistake. She needed her master, more than he needed her, and that was enough.

She pulled her self back from the edge, and returned to the inside of her cage, where she shut the door, and sat down on her little swing.

"Do mi ti.

Why not me?

Why not me?"

The then looked out at the audience, a devious look on her face. It was the look... of a cuck. One who got to watch her master ravish another woman. One who could only look on from her cage, and play with herself like a horny pet."

It was a masterpiece.

The audience was so wrapped up in the beauty of it all they forgot to clap!

Not until Morgan was up on her feet. "Barva! Brava! Princess thy elevate thin craft into an art. Blessings! Blessings onto thee, the artist!"

"I couldn't have said it better." Satan smiled, now sitting at the judge's table stark naked, and wet dicked. "Even if you had a competitor you would have won. Truly you gave everyone else something to be jealous of."

"Indeed." Morgan wiped a tear away. "We're very close now. One last competition, and ye may verywell ascend to first place. Fill thine heart with anticipation, because our last Competitor is Eve... and what woman could dare compete with our mother? Stick around to find out!"