Interludes Part 5

Trigger Warning: Eve's Sex Scene with Satan in this chapter does involve some rough **** sex.

Erica

Avatar of Joan of Arc

"Hey guys, it's been a crappy week, buuuut." She digs around off camera for a moment and plops a pair of headphones with cat ears on her head. "I took some of your advice and found these headphones in the shop." She's speaking noticeably louder. There's music pumping through those headphones is loud enough to make your molars rattle. "Apparently this will let me ignore any mind control effects the other contestants try to use on me, like Olympias' stand at attention thing. It was heckin' expensive though 6BP, plus another 1 for batteries... each week. It's expensive, but I've got to do anything I can to hold on to myself. I'm gonna do everything I can to win this week too, I may be raking up points, but I need some positive traits too if I'm going to get through this. *Sigh* Okay, that's it. Sorry, pray for me, guys."

Eve

Mother of Humanity

"I felt kind of bad about accusing Nzinga of stealing my key. Then making her prove that she was innocent. After Diaochan confessed to being the thief, I dunno, I just thought about how I would want to be treated in that situation and realized that I wasn't being the nicest person. Which is kind of my whole deal. So I wanted to do something we could bond over. I've got all these points, so I was thinking of upgrading one of my traits. At first, I thought about upgrading Devourer of Sin, but... I'm not even sure that's a positive upgrade for me, it seemed too dangerous. Then I thought, hey, Nzinga and I both share the buffet, so If I upgrade it, she benefits too, yeah? So here we go! Boop!"

Upgrade!

The Buff-et is Open+

The Dessert Cart Is Open! Too early for dessert? Nonsense. It's never too early to shape your body just how you like it. A medley of deserts are added to the menu, which allows those who consume them to change their body to the desired shape.

"Neat! I guess for the next competition, I'll give you guys something new to look at. But no spoilers until then! You'll just have to drool and wonder."

Xi Shi

Wrathful Beauty

"Our deal with Erica is still on. The little sad sack, said that this week's challenge would be a costume contest. Hell if I know what that means, but Diaochan has us scrolling through Halloween catalogs taking notes on every sexy outfit we can find. My observation? Stockings are in, hemlines are up."

"Shut the fuck up, you can't talk about that on camera."

"Hey! Who are you?"

"Shut the fuck up, are you stupid? You want Skylar to see this? Delete it, delete everything."

Yang Guifei

Wrathful Beauty

"Though I am currently bound to rags, and the rest of the wraths are equally limited in their choices of clothing, we've been really into costume design this week. We take our current restrictions as a challenge and are aiming to make something sexy enough that our master will command us to put it on. Besides our only true desire is to serve the master and his harem, so if he tasks us with designing costumes for his slaves, we should be prepared, should we not?"

(This is also a good time to mention that I've made a massive mistake for many weeks and have switched Yang and Wang's name in my mind. So sorry. Wang is the latex-wearing sadist, so beautiful birds forget to flap their wings. Yang is the rag-wearing masochist and most radiant and noble of all the beauties.)

Boudica

Queen of The Iceni

"Alright, idiots, let's see what you've come up with... Okay... looks like Ass is now... Tooshie. Good grief, okay. Thanks everyone, I know how much you like looking at my big bimbo tooshie. Geez, alright whatever. Next up, bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch, is going to beeeee meanie. That Olympias is a right meanie. Snuggle that meanie Nzinga, she's a ****. Okay, that meanie Eve has got a great tooshie."

"Fine, I don't know why you'd want to fuck someone who talks like this, but okay. Next up Bastard, looks like we got... Whoreson... alright! Now we're talking! My ex lover Randy is a real whoreson! Haha, I knew you idiots weren't all bad. Okay, I can work with that."

"Forth is moron, which we're replacing with...stupidhead... I sound like a CHILD why do you like this? I'm a stupidhead for giving you all this power. You're all stupidheads for being into this." She paused, and looked a phone. "Okay before we go too much farther, one of the suggestions for this... was Patriots Fan. Now I don't know what that is because I lived a million years ago. However, if it's a sports team, and you're taking shots, you best not miss. You have to go into the comments and tell me which team you think I rep. If your suggestion is good enough... we'll see what happens."

"Okay, last on the list. Sweet, sweet damn, I knew ye well. That's getting changed to... darn... okay that's not too bad... and then it says, if I want to really make a point of being upset I can add doodlie to it... what does that even mean? Darn doodlie? I'd just rather not curse. Wait, that's the point, isn't it? Darn. Snuggle! Why'd I spend my points on this? This trait's fudge! You all better be grateful! I'm turning myself into a carebear for you lot!"

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Another eventful day.

Nzinga rubbed satan’s legs eagerly, the soft texture of his slacks nibbling at her fingers. “I tried it out the other day, and I gotta say I’m a fan.”

He smiled, his shining smile. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week.” His belt buckle began to clang and ring, as he opened himself up to her. His large dick, sprang free like a jack in the box.

“Not too big.” Nzinga breathed happily and gripped that delicious tool in her hand.

“It’s bigger than my previous body.” He admitted. “Go on, have a lick.”

With a gleam in her eye, she nodded and stuck her tongue out. With that little pink appendage, she peeled the foreskin away from Satan’s head. “Mmmm.” She moaned, again not overwhelmed by pleasure but engulfed in the enjoyment of something fun, like a rollercoaster slowly ratcheting towards the top.

“Too much ancillary stuff this season.” He complained. “I want more sex stuff, you know?”

“Poor little master.” Nzinga snarked.

“Hey, don’t… oooh!” Before he could clap back, she took that plunge. The rollercoaster descended down the tracks. She swallowed his dick up and went to work.

Now, this she knew how to do.

She slurped on that bad boy, lowered her head down, then raised it up. She made sure to get him nice and glistening. Once he got a good feeling for her mouth and tongue and had his eyes closed and fluttering, she moved on to that good shit. First, she cupped his sizable ball in her hand and cupped them.Next, she pulled her mouth back, and suckled on his head. Her tongue pressed and flicked against it, quite enjoying the flavor and feel. Her free hand gripped around his dick and began to jerk it off.

From base to tip his cock was encased in pleasure, Nzinga’s technique would have been good enough for any casual afternoon blowie, but she had something special going for her now. That blessed enjoyment bestowed upon those lucky few who truly love their job. Her eyes sparkled with joy. There was no rush to her movements, no race against the clock of a sore jaw or boredom. None of that was there. She had no issue slowing down, in fact several times, it seemed satan was building towards a climax, and she slowed down, not eager to end her coupling with his dick.

“This suits you, aaah.” Satan hissed.

“Yeah?” She pulled her mouth free. “Well, how about…. This?” She opened her mouth and let her tongue hang out of her mouth. He was a little confused by this, until he saw that lovely little appendage begin to stretch. Like a length of Laffy taffy, that tongue slithered down below her chin and started to coil around his cock. Like a corkscrew, it wound down and round the full length of his cock.

“What did you do?” he smiled and sat up, fascinated by what was happening.

The tongue Nzinga used to talk was a little occupied, so she just kept doing what she was doing. The tongue made it’s circular trail around his cock, and when it got to his balls it wrapped around those too. It was a tight embrace too, like a snake wrapping around a mouse.

"Ah!" He gasped, completely transfixed by what he was seeing, and feeling. Every inch of that tongue, seemed to have perfect control of it's movements, because all along the length of his dick, it was tensing, and rubbing, and licking. It was doing just as good of a job as her hand had been, rapidly churning his meat.

Nzinga looked quite pleased with herself, the taste of her master's dick, now all she could really focus on, delicious like a steak. It was only made better by the expanded length of her tasting organ. A blush was rising up her face, as she was not made of steel. The extra-ness of this scene was getting to her, and her fingers were working steadily and quietly within herself. Now not much was needed for what she was doing to him. In fact, she was sure she could get him to cum, hands-free, but she still used one, to pet and rub his body. Because she was a kind lover, when she wasn't pegging.

"Where did this come from?" He demanded again, just entranced by the extra human feature his lover was showing off.

To explain Nzinga held up her phone, which had this trait pulled up.

Upgrade!

The Finest Taste+

Gluttony is granted a longer tongue, not only to get a better taste of those delicious tacos and hotdogs she's now obsessed with, but also to milk them of their delicious sauces and creams. Anyone who receives oral sex from Gluttony cums in far greater amounts than normal.

"For me?" He chuckled, and held his hands to his chest. Though his snarky response to her reveal was half hearted and short lived. She had him on the edge of an explosion, and had for a while. Truly he was only still in the game because she willed it.

She proved this, by giving him a silly looking scowl. She lowered her head down on his cock, engulfin the great ribbons of her tongue, and then he groaned, finally granted the mercy of cumming by this hungry demon.

The description for that app did not lie. He exploded into her mouth, which the hungry slut swallowed gracefully, and then she swallowed, and then for a third time, and when it became clear that she just wasn't going to be able to keep up, she pull her mouth free so she wouldn't **** on the stuff, and he was still coming. The ribbons of his jizz wanted to spray too and fro, but Nzinga was a focused warrior, and used her tongue like a fishing line. She reeled his over to face her, and allowed him to paint her face completely. When his dick exhausted it's supply, her stomach was sloshing with the stuff, and her face was caked with a mask of the stuff.

"Shit." He gasped, falling back wards. He felt boneless, and empty. "That was amazing. It felt like I was cumming out an orange."

"Mmm." Nzinga nodded, and scooped a few fingers of the cream into her mouth, she suckled on them lustily. "This is so good." She sighed, already reaching for more. "Man, she sighed. I need something that will let me cum, from blowjobs, I may never stop if I get to that point."

Satan chuckled. "Who knows that the second upgrade will do?"

"Mmm." She sucked on her fingers until they were free of the flavor. "I've got to know."

Kiss The Sceptor +3 VP

Above and Beyond +4VP

First! x2

Nzinga 27 VP

—--

Satan tapped his nails impatiently on the table’s surface. The candles were flickering down to their nubs, the free bread was all gone, and Eve still wasn’t there. “I got stood up? Me? I invented this!” He growled.

It was date night with Eve, and though she’d invited him to dinner, she hadn’t bothered showing up. That was fine with Satan if she wanted to keep sabotaging her score, she could. So he marched back to his room, steaming rising from his ears, but of course, when he opened his door, Eve was already waiting for him.

Maybe waiting wasn’t the right word.

Smooth Jazz was playing over the sound system at a whisper’s volume. Flower petals were scattered about the bed, and candles flickered invitingly. But Eve herself was napping on the bed, posed on her side, and softly breathing. Her bimbo ass stuck out in one direction, her bimbo breasts in the other.

At first, Satan thought that she did all of this to avoid him, but why would she go through all the effort of the mood lighting? He stalked forward, weary of any traps or nets falling down from the sky. That’s when he saw Eve’s ultimate plan unfolded before him.

There was a simple little note, place between her legs like a label of an art piece. All it said was ‘Use me.’

“Hmph.” He smirked, down at her. “Cocky.”

She really thought she was so irresistable didn’t she? She didn’t even think a man could resist her charms, even sleeping. Sure, she was queen monkey and above the rest by leaps and bounds, but she was still a monkey. Coco knowing sign language didn’t make her any more fuckable in Satan’s estimation.

Shaking his head, hewent to his closet and got dressed for bed, just a pair of sleep shorts. The camera panned up and down to give everyone a taste of that dreamy body.

Eve was right where he left her, a radiant glow came off her perfect body.

“Use me.” He chuckled. “Like I need your permission.”

He took a hand and pried her legs open, revealing her glistening wet sex, framed by a muff of golden fleece. She was a sound sleeper and didn’t so much as react at the revealing of her sex.

“Already wet.” He smirked. “Always wet, mother of whores.” His other hand was idly rubbing his dick. Just begging for it. “You wouldn’t think so highly of yourself if I had my way with you now, with all these people watching me. Helpless, defenseless, just a piece of meat for me to get off into.” He was stroking himself at this point. “Is that what you want? For all your daughters to see their whore of a mother getting treated like she was meant to? I bet that would answer a lot of questions.” He was growling, grunting as he jerked himself off. “Feminism would crumble overnight. All those stuck-up whores would realize all they ever were, was cum-dumpters, for me.” His pace was frantic now. “Ah fuck.” He sighed and came on her big round ass. Not as much as with Nzinga last night, but still good.

Eve moaned slightly as the wetness slapped her ass, but nothing more.

“Mmm.” Lucifer moaned and rubbed his globs of semen onto her ass like he was washing a car. “Come on you whore wake up!” He took hiswet hand and slapped her big ass to wake her up, and though the sound echoed through the chamber, Eve only moaned and continued to sleep.

“What are you hibernating?” He spanked her a second time, with the same results. “Come on, you cunt wake up.” He saddled up on the bed and squeezed her tits roughly. The fat of those things bulged between his fingers, but she barely stirred. He chuckled. “Come on, you don’t really want your old teacher to **** you, do you?” He jiggled those breasts around trying to elicit a response from her, but all he got was a lustfull little murmur.

“What am I saying? Of course you do. I should have known, you never cared about knowledge. You just wanted something new to fill that needy cunt of yours, other than your cuck of a husband! What, all the animals in Eden weren’t good enough for you, you bitch?”

He was hard again.

“Fuck I should have done this a long time ago.” And uh, he did it. That big-but-not-too-big cock opened up her wet lips and plowed inside. “Oooh, what the fuck?”

Lucifer wasn’t a virgin, he’d fucked some nasty monster cunny in his time as a lech, He’d fucked humans too, had a few bastards trolling around Earth. But holy shit, Eve’s golden tunnel was something a little more advanced. It was an older model, some really heavy-duty machinery, back before mass production **** angels to start making cooze the cheap.

“You’re made for this.” He gasped, and started fucking her **** body with everything he had. She must have **** herself because even now, she was out like a light, giving him just the barest of moans and murmurs as he defiled her body. “You were made to be used, you stupid cunt.” He slapped her **** face. “How could you ever be dumb enough to think you’re better than me?” He slapped her again. “Better than anything! You’re an animal! I’m the morning light! I won you stupid whore! Know your place you piece of meat!”

He might as well have been fucking a doll. She didn’t wake, didn’t stir. Didn’t react to his horrid words or brutal attack on her. She simply slumbered, moaning with soft, cherished sounds, like this was all so nice, so tender. Maybe her dreams were of brighter days.

In reality, her perfect face was glowing red with slap marks across her plump cheeks. Her tits had two and prints stretched across them. Though it was hard for the camera to get a good shot of those since they were rocking this way and that against the fucking he was giving her. They catapulted around and threatened to hit Even in the face as they reached the apex of their arc. The wet sound of her pussy, and his roaring made the whole thing very primal.

“Fuck you, fuck you!” He groaned, grabbing her tits. He curled inward, twisting them like reigns on a horse. His cock exploded, filling her perfect body with his demonic seed. It felt like her body was holding him in, and all he could do was collapse onto her, clutching those breasts and gasping for breath like she’d just drained the life out of him. When it finally felt that the vacuum seal she had on his dick released, he pulled out of her, letting a river of jizz follow.

He watched, fascinated, his white gunk flow out of her hole. He cast his gaze over to a camera hidden in the wall. “There you go fellas.” He slapped Eve on her sticky ass. “That’s how you treat a woman.”

Make Love To Me +5VP

You Didn’t Say Please +5VP:

First! x2

Paint Me! +2VP

First! x2

Eve 39VP

—--

Eve

Mother of Humanity

“I told you he didn’t have any self-control. With Wrath being his number #1 sin at the moment, I knew I could goad him into it. Sorry, you had to see that babies! I’m okay, so don’t go worrying about me, okay? I'm your mama, and I'll do anything to protect you. He wasn’t using me, I was using him. Still... I hope nobody took what he said to heart. We’re made to love and be loved, that thing is incapable of that, so he tries to destroy it. But he just put me nineteen points closer to winning.”

The club was full of hustle and bustle. The NPCs were going gaga over some singer on stage. But the real fun was the cameras swirling around all Eight contestants together at a single table. It's a rare sight, seeing that most of them were just trying to stay out of each other's way, but here they were. But it was more than just them. Diaochan's maids were sitting at the table, along with surprise guest Mark Anthony. Even Joan had her own chair, and was sipping champagne next to a sad looking Erica.

“Hey! Now this is a fun group!” Skylar gushed as she saw all eight contestants day drinking around a table. She was walking around barefoot, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt emblazoned with a picture from one of BTK's self-bondage sessions. (Don't google).

The reception was as icy as the wind outside. They looked like they'd be more welcoming of the psycho hanging himself on her shirt, than her own company. At least if he were there, they could rip him apart like the bug he was.

“The snuggle do you want?” Boudica growled. She was willing to voice the contempt they all felt for their bubbly host but were unwilling to express.

“Get out of here, thing!” Never mind, Eve was happy to go a step farther.

“Ouch.” Skylar winced. “You guys don’t have to be rude, I’m off the clock! I just want to hang with you!”

About a dozen sets of eyes greeted her, all containing disdain and resentment. Unlike Lucifer, they didn’t need any points from here, and the idea of earning her favor was mute.

“We don’t want you here,” Erica said coldly.

Skylar gasped. “Erica, what are you doing here? Does your daddy know you’re drinking? Girls how could you be such a bad influence? She’s only 18, this is America!”

Erica rolled her eyes. “Like daddy wouldn’t want me drinking.”

“Good point, chasing daddy’s approval, smart move Erica.”

“Skylar.” Cleo cough. She was looking radiant next to mark Anthony, totally animated by love. “What the fuck do you want?”

“I just want to hang with the girls, ya know? Let my hair down!” She touched the side of her head that wasn't shaved down. “Well… the bit that I have at least.”

Olympias’ eyes were closed, the vein on the side of their head was bulging, and she was wearing a nasty smile. “Well, why did you have to compel us all here to do that?”

“Yes.” Yang sighed. The camera panned to her and Xi who were both naked, and half covered in vibrant body paint. “Some of us were in the middle of things.” At this point it became clear that the girls and company hadn't gathered for a fun get-together, but were dragged here by their host.

“Well… I mean, this may be the last time we’re all here together, I just want us to remember the fun we’ve had as a group.”

“Oh," Olympias sighed. "Helen, I see. Well, you can rest assured, I’ve taken care of her. She’s not going anywhere this week.”

Skylar looked a little nervous. “Right, Helen, heh.” Skylar for whatever she was... was no a good liar, or keeper of secrets. She was suddenly looking straight down at her bare feet, wondering why her nail polish came pre-chipped.

That got everyone nervous. “Skylar…” Nzinga’s voice had an edge to it. “…what do you know?”

"Know? Nothing! Nothing! I don't know anything! Why would I know something? Didn't you see me wearing that horse outfit last week? I'm pretty sure I said then and there that I don't know nothin'!"

"Fudge." Boudica gasped. "It's somethin' big! Tell us ya foofie! What do you know?"

"Nothing! Nothing! I just want to binge drink! Wooo!" She snapped her fingers, and everyone suddenly had a shot of tequila in their hands. (Grape Juice for Erica)

"Skylar." Eve said calmly, hefting up one of her breasts. "Tell us what you know... and I'll let you suckle at my breast."

Skylar dropped her shot, and immediately started drooling. "You... you mean it?"

"Five seconds." Eve scowled.

"Come on, give me a minute!"

"Fifteen!"

"Thirty, and I get to make you lactate."

"No way!" Eve roared and stood to her feet. "You don't deserve my precious milk, you soulless hobgoblin!"

Olympias calmly stood up, and faced Skylar. "Allow us a moment to discuss things." She turned on Eve, and the whole table joined in a heated discussion with the first woman. Begging her to go through with the deal. Queens and goddesses were throwing themselves at her feet, **** to know what Skylar knew."

"Fine." Eve huffed. "Thirty seconds, and you can make me milky."

Skylar looked woozy with joy. "Will you stroke my hair while I do?"

"I'll rip the rest of your hair out if you don't get on with it."

Skylar sighed. "I knew I was pushing my luck. Okay, okay. You didn't hear this from me..."

Mark Anthony suddenly got to his feet and opened up his mouth. "The Next Challenge is pass or fail. Contestants can be eliminated no matter how many points they have or what their rank is." He sat back down...

That news was greeted by the sound of fear, silence. No one moved, breathed, or said a word. Their minds were racing with a million different ideas all at once. Eliminate? What could it be? How? What did this mean? If they got eliminated... what would happen them?

Boudica took a breath and opened her mouth, but Erica put her hand to Boudica's mouth. "I got you girl..." She took a deep breath. "FUCK!"