Mary's Man

Mary had found that if she bound her tail to her back with a corset she could avoid the whipping it would give her while she begged for her clothing from the other contestants. Of courch which item of clothing each contestatnt got was random, that was hard to rely on. It’s possible she would have to endure a whipping all throughout the morning, only to receive her corset as her last item of the morning.

Luckily her **** kit had plenty of duct tape and zip ties, and so every morning she’d taken to wrestling her tail down, and taping it to her back like john McClain. Ironically it appreciated these bouts of ****, and treated them much less harshly than when she was asking Helen for her socks, or any of the other humiliations this show had heaped upon her.

“I feel like that’s cheating.” Elizabeth mumbled from her bed. She took another swig from the bottle of rum she was keeping on the night stand.

“I’m sure you’d prefer watching the little cunt whip my red ass until it’s blue, wouldn’t you?”

“The thought had crossed my mind.” Elizabeth grinned

—--

“Three days in a row, very good Mary.” Olympias praised Mary as she stood stil for her inspection.

“Thank you Mistress.” Mary quivered feeling genuine pride and lust from Olympias’ approval.

Olympias tilted her head to the side, as she noticed Cleopatra coming in balancing a quartet of plates in her hands. “Ah, looks like breakfast has arrived, you may be seated Mary.”

“Thank you mistress.” Mary got down on her knees, her tail dug into her back, reminding her of it’s displeasure.

“Here you are mistress.” Cleopatra announced, setting a plate stocked with food on the table next to Olympias. She sat another plate down next to Olympias, but didn’t take her seat. Instead She then got down on her own knees next to Mary, and placed a plate in front of the maid and herself.

“Thank you Cleopatra. So sorry to make you fetch the food, but we have to make do until I can get the cook under my control as well.”

“It’s my pleasure Olympias.”

“It’s Mistress, Cleopatra.”

“Oh.” Cleopatra bowed her head. “Mistress, of course.”

“Sorry I’m late.” Helen came into the scene, and sat in the empty chair. “Dickhead wanted another boink before he’d let me go for the day.” She looked to Cleopatra and Mary on the ground. She grinned, amused, but not cruel. “Well aren’t we all a happy family?” She unrolled her napkin, and placed it daintily on her lap.

Morning Head +3

First! +3

Helen 75Vp

The girl was definitely brighter than she had been yesterday. Her points we’re adding up quickly.

“Quite happy.” Olympias smiled down at Mary and Cleopatra. “We just need to collect Elizabeth, and I feel like our litle group will be complete.”

“Which Elizabeth?” Helen popped a strawberry into her mouth, and began to spread butter across a brown piece of toast.

“It doesn’t matter. Both. All. All souls in this harem belong to me.”

“Belong to us.” All eaters froze as Lucifer appeared at the table. The charming enemy of all, placed a hand on Olympias’ shoulder, and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Of course.” Olympias husked.

“This harem shaping up nicely though.” He sat in a chair, and looked around the table, and towards Mary and Cleopatra’s face peering up at him from the floor. He then looked to Helen. “Though if we’re going to be doing a father, mother, child sort of thing, I’d prefer Erica to be sitting there. She better fits the roll you see.”

Olympias was at once red, insulted that anyone would think to place Erica over Helen, but the beauty spoke first before Olympias could lose her cool. “I not anyones daughter. I gonna win the game, so…”

“Quite right.” Olympias smiled. “This is a harem, must we confine ourselves to the mold of a family?”

“How foolish of me.” Lucifer crossed his legs. “Please strategize, don’t let me get in your way.”

“Mistress…” Mary husked, quietly, looking down at her untouched plate of food.

Olympias’ face lit up with realization. “Oh of course, you two must be starving. She kicked off her shoes, peeled her socks off her feet, and placed a foot on each of their plates. She took a moment to mash, and stomp, and destroy any morsel a **** could hope to put in their mouth. “There, you two may eat.”

“Thank you.” Each husked, unconvincingly. Before they dined on the mush in their plates, each grabbed a foot, and licked it clean of food and grime. It was a test no doubt. Olympias wouldn’t clean her own feet, so if she got food on her clothing from their lack of dilegence, they’d no doubt have be punished. If she walked away, and left a trail, they would surley have to lick that up too. Best to just take care of it now and risk nothing. Except their pride of course.

Mary especially hated the performance, not because it was humiliating, but because she loved it. This was a form of cleaning was it not? And despite what Skylar said their traits were not gone. Every stain cleaned up was an orgasm for her, nearly. Cleaning was making her hornier than ever, but it wasn’t just cleaning, it was bowing, and the costume, and being submissive. So she couldn’t help but pant and moan as she eat off Olympias’s foot, sure that when everything was licked and sucked clean, the bliss would be unimaginable.

—--

Mary measured her height, no changes. She then checked her teeth, still human. She then noticed a smudge on the mirror, pulled out a handkerchief and rubbed it away. She was rewarded with fire works.

Merciful God why couldn’t they have just turned her into an imp? She couldn’t detect any physical changes in herself even after a few days. Even when she’d seen Erica, and everyone had seen Eve by now. Still no changes for her.

It was this damn servility, this horny obedience that was annoying her more than anything. Where Erica had this sadistic and eager animal to control, Mary had a weak and pathetic mutt, that was somehow overpowering her!

She thought back to all her fights with Olympias, it was like a romance author had penned them. It felt like Olympias was the hero of the story, breaking a willful young maid with her firm hand. Like she was helping Mary discover her place, like a mentor in a coming of age story!

And this was HER brain telling her all of this.The brain is a tyrant and cares little for truth, only its own perceptions. The fact that Olympias was an abusive monster, was holding increasingly less weight in her mind.

She looked at herself in the mirror, she was red as bloody… Bloody Mary, that’s who she was. And this face was the last many had seen in their lives.

“Mirror mirror I’m in a bind, how can I settle my fractured mind?”

The mirror smoke, and pondered. “The secret to harem bliss, is thesis, antithesis, synthesis.”

Mary glowered at herself, “what the actual hell does that mean?”

——-

Magma spewed from a nearby crevice and sizzled on Mary’s cheek. She smiled and turned her face towards the eruption, like the kiss of the sea breeze. Howls of pain and horror carried over the barren expanse, untold souls numbering in the billions subjected to endless tortures. It was good to be home.

She stood at the edge of an abandoned drive thru movie theater. They used to make sinners watch Grease while incubi did to the sinners what Danny tried to do to Sandy in his car. But even the Incubi thought the message of Grease was fairly uncomfortable, and moved away to other tortures.

Mary liked this place, it was rundown, pagans were crucified to the electric poles, and it had a killer view of the Fleas With Chainsaws Ranch.

“Well flatten my dick!” a nearby voice garbled through a thousand razor sharped tusks. “You’re back!”

Mary spun around to see the hulking, chitinous form of Chiz’mak’tal approaching her. His four arms held open for a wide hug. Mary beamed and accepted his offering, wrappig her arms around his spiked exterior. “May slumber parties everywhere tremble.”

“So how did it go?” Asked the demon in Mary’s arms. “Did you win?”

“Are we ruling hell together, my love?” Mary snarked, pulling herself away. He didn’t even notice how sexy she looked as a maid.

The demon growled. “Then you lost.”

“The game is still being played, I’m here on business.” He tail was tugging on her eager to jump the rails of her scenic spot, and find an unrepentant sinner.

“What kind of business?”

“Well I’m not doing so well as far as points go, so I need to do something that really impresses the audience this time around.”

The demon growled again, and grabbed Mary by her hair, hoisting her up off of the ground like she were a doll. She hissed in pain, though her eyes rolled back in sheer bliss. It’d been a while someone abused her properly. Satan was far too cerebral for her taste. Olympias was a brute, but she only spanked, slapped or grabbed, **** enough for some, but not for Mary “You useless whore!” Chiz’mak’tal’s voice was gravel and fury. “I let you join that show, and sell your wormy body like the whore you are, and you can’t even win. You’re useless, I should have sent a sucubus, and incubus, I should have sent a slug with a wet hole, it would have been more useful that a disappointment like you.”

Mary moaned, dangling from her own roots. “Why are you so good to me?”

“What can I say?” The demon dangled Mary a little closer to his face. He was wearing a necklace, eyes plucked from teenagers unfortunate enough to summon Mary. This really was a man who loved her. “I just can’t resist pitiful creatures.”

A tear rolled down Mary’s cheek. “I fukcing hate you, Tal.”

“I hate you too, you useless fleshtoy.” He then pulled her in for a kiss, his endless tusks scraping her face and throat, but still somehow passionate and heart felt.

Mary delighted in the lip lock, and when it broke she placed her hand on the demon’s head, her brand glowing bright red. “****!”

—---

We at Harem Hotel respect all sensors, and the sensabilities of the cultures we air on. Any **** displayed on this show is for comedic or dramatic affect, and we do not use it to glorify, or romantisize such acts. Consent and care above all things should be in one’s mind, when engaging in such play with another.

All that being said…

——-

Instead of grabbing her lover’s head, Mary ended up grabbing a tomato. A big ripe tomato. The brand on her hand shone with a thousand furries, and all the **** of mankind went pouring into the tomato. The fruit simply could not stand the **** of such sinful energy, and exploded everywhere. Tomato gunk, and juice splattered mary, shards of tomato seeds embeded it’self in the surrounding landscape. Where was there had been tomato, there was now only a smoking ruin.

Chiz’mak’tal took great offense at the destruction of this Tomato, but he said nothing. He instead dropped to his knees, and then keeled over.

Without his Tomato Tal dropped Mary, who smiled and licked tomato juice from her lips. “It’s a shame I had to ruin such a beautiful tomato…” She said. Mary was a personal admier of tomatos, being a red skinned organism herself. She looked down at Chiz’mak’tal who laid on the ground compeltly unhamred, but bereft of tomato. “You were the most vile man I ever met.” She said, another tear rolling down to her chin. “Fuck!” She sobbed, and got down on her knees. “I’m going to miss you.” She got down on her knees, and laid herself across him, and wept uncontrollably.

Breaking up is hard, even with both parties are completley unharmed in any way.

—--

“You seem happy.” Elizabeth snarked, as she walked in on her room mate. The maid was bent over the railing of their balcony. Her skirt was lifted up, and her new tail was set loose. It used it’s freedom to plum the depths of her sex. It fucked her like only an ace of spades could. Mary moaned, and looked back at her roommate grinning.

Elizabeth nonplaused by sex at this point, joined her only the balcony. Only to recoil. “You’re covered in Tomato Juice!”

“Yeah… yes yes right there. Olympias would have been mad if I took it off though.” The tail quickly jumped out of her vagina, and gave her ass a series of firm smacks. “Ahh yeah, I’m bad demon, aren’t I?” She grabbed her tail and rammed in back into her so it could continue it’s work.

Elizabeth shook her head in disgust. “What did I do to share the company of such vaunted women?”

“Did you do the challenge yet?”

“Of course not.” Elizabeth snapped. “Nor do I intend too. I could never do anyting to harm my husband, no matter what Skylar thinks. I’ll take the hit to my points.”

“You’re going to be one fat bitch when this is all done.” Mary moaned.

“Classy, perpetually classy.”

“Ah fuck.” Mary banged her hand on the railing. “I’ve been on the edge for half a hour, why can’t I come?”

Elizabeth took out her phone. “Didn’t you get the notification?”

Mary weakly opened her eyes, and took a look at the screen.

Harem Hotel Notification Board!

Who’s Sleeping With Master Tonight? Cleopatra.

Who’s Eve Assigned To Today? Cleopatra.

Any Events Tonight? Cupcake Decorating in the clubhouse at 6:00PM

Boudica Special Announcment! Anyone who wants to cum must pay Boudica 1BP ;)

Mary tore her face away from the screen. “That Bitch. I thought Cleo was Greed.”

“She’s smarter than she looks.” Elizabeth hopped up on the railing. “At this point we’re just enslaving ourselves, and the show is just letting us do it.”

Mary groaned, and pulled her tail out of her cooch. “Like I’d give her the satisfaction. Fine, I guess Ill go dry today.”

Elizabeth smirked. “Which gives her one less orgasm to catch up on tomorrow, making it even easier for her to set this rule up again.”

Mary’s jaw hit the ground. “That’s got to be cheating. The trait was supposed to make us do something humiliating… or or sexy to cum. She’s abusing it.”

“Well aren’t you sounding pious all of the sudden. Is the maid in you coming out?”

Mary bared her teeth. “This game is ridiclious. It shackles lions like me, but empowers weaklings. If this was a real competition, you’d all be dead, a I’d be the winner already.”

Elizabeth’s smile broadened. Mary had the sense that she’d come to a decision of some sort. The maid took a step back, suddenly ill at ease, and not sure which elizabeth she was dealing with.

“I felt bad about doing this to you, but you suddenly made it very easy for me.”

“What are you…”

“Look into my eyes…”

Mary’s jaw went slack, and spirals began to swirli around her eyes. “Your eyes…”

“You are getting very very horny.” Elizabeth’s accent suddenly became cartoonishly transylvanian.

“Horny…”

“You want to cum.”

“Cum.”

“And you will cum.”

“Cum.”

“You will pay Boudica’s fee, and you will cum, and it will be the best orgasm of your life.”

Mary’s lips broke into a coy smile. “Yes.”

“But it will not satisfy you, you will want another.”

“Another.”

“You will cum, and cum, until you have no points left to give. Only then will you find relief.”

“Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good, when I snap my fingers, you will awaken, feeling very horny, and needy.”

—--

“Yes! Yes! Yeeeeeeeeeeees!” Mary cried out triumphantly as her sex obdiently obyed her urgings and gave her her sixth and most satisfying orgasm ever. It didn’t just feel like something she wanted to do, it had been something she needed to do. Sure that was six points of BP down the drain, but what was money for if not spending? “Was that as good for you as it was for me?” She looked down between her legs to Elizabeth’s gagged and quim covered face.

“Mphm mphm!” Elizabeth urged beneath her gag.

“Glad to hear it.” Mary then showed an uncharacteristic flight of melancholy, and slid off of Elizabeth. She sighed, and then sunk into the bed. “Oh Elizabeth, I just don’t know what I’m going to do. I love squeezing tomato’s and being an evil bitch, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t into this maid shit too. I feel like there are two halves of me that are trying to reconcile… what do you think I should do?”

“Mmm mmm!” Elizabeth struggled agaisnt her rope bindings.

“You’re right, you don’t really have any experience with this. I guess I’m just feeling a little lost, being dead last ins’t helping either, I’ll tell you that much. Oh well.” She jumped off of Elizabeth, and began to get dressed. “I’ll catch you later. I’m going to go mop the ball room.”