Olympias Vs. Atossa

Round Four saw the majestic Olympias up on stage, clothed in workout attire. She kindly chose this outfit so the audience could swoon and admire her study physique. She stretched and yawned, and let everyone hungrily take in what she had on offer.

“Olympias are you ready to meet your opponent.”

“Of course.” The Amazon smirked. “I always like to know who I’m destroying.”

A flute ripped through the audience, and the trap door stayed put. Instead, a woman in a headwrap and long flowing dress entered the scene like a petal floating on the water.

“Mother, Daughter, Wife!” Mark Anthony intoned. “Can there be a truer pride than what a woman feels for her man? From before the dawn of history where great men would pass by unnoticed, and women were invisible, this contestant fought through the veil to be known to us now.”

The woman spun, and spun, and spun as she glided towards center stage. Her dress flew outwards like a top. Through the motion, the audience could make out dark middle eastern features and dazzling yellow eyes.

“She ruled the courts with an iron fist, and was The King of The Universe’s greatest Advisor! Daughter of Cyrus, Wife of Darius, Mother of Xerxes, Queen of Persia, We present to all of you Queen of Kings Atossa!”

The woman bowed and snapped the sleeve of her long flowing dress for dramatics. “Ahura Mazda blessings upon you all. I am Atossa, daughter of The Messiah, Queen of Thousand Peoples, Empress of The Army of Millions.”

She had radiance spilling out of her like a mister. She had a modest intimidation about her, almost the opposite of Olympias. She seemed serene and every bit as unstoppable as Olympias.

Though, that giant didn’t seem to see it that way because she started laughing. Uproaring, shaking laughter that bent her in half. “You must be joking! Hahahaha!” It was unnerving for anyone to see Olympias laughing. “This tart?”

Atossa seemed unperturbed. “Do you have something to say?”

Olympias grinned. “Mark Anthony was right, there’s no pride like that of a mother, and at this moment I can proudly declare to you Queen of Kings, that My Son, laid your whole empire to ruin. Where was glorious Cyrus then? Huh?”

Atossa sighed. “And all it took your people was three hundred years of humiliation to do it.”

“Not my people,” Olympias smirked. “My people threw off their chains and sent Darius running like a coward.” She shook her head, smirking. “What a gift. Skylar give us our assignment, I have a legacy to uphold.”

“I love that confidence and the sparks between you two. I wish we could keep you both on, this would be a great dynamic! Alas, it’s a duel to the ****! Greece Vs. Persia, a classic from The Classical age! Your costume is: Clown.”

…

“Beg your pardon?” Atossa tilted her head.

“Ridiculous.” Olympias shook her head. “Are you insane?”

Skylar tilted her head to the table. “Yeah, I’m with you there guys. Doesn’t seem very haremy to me, but This one comes from the producers.”

“Great.” Olympias sighed, then looked to Atossa, who just looked confused. “Come.” She said, heading backstage. “Let’s see who’s pride breaks first.”

—--

Atossa

Queen of Persia

“Welll this is a charming little operation you run. To treat a queen like this? To have me parade around in some ridiculous costume?”

“I’m sorry your magesty, but I think you’ll find, queens run cheap around here.”

“Well then, I suppose I’ll have to earn my spot.”

“We’re all about merit, around here. So how are you going to Compete in this competition? Olympias holds a strong position here in the game as our resident baddy, how are you going to replace her?”

“Firstly, the quality of the harem will benefit from the absence of that arsonist barbarian. Secondly, I actually have a sexual sense. She’s been doing her best to avoid sleeping with the devil, and with me they’ll actually get it. Besides all of that, I actually was the head of a harem. So if you’re looking for someone to whip these slaves into shape, and to work them like puppets, nothing beats experience.”

“There’s that pride. You have beautiful eyes. What are you going to do for that Clown costume?”

“Plug my nose, and dive in. Plus I found this pregnant prosthetic in the prop room, so I’m going to try and use that. If you want a seduce a man, get them thinking about breeding you. Works every time.”

—--

When the fifteen minutes was up, the audience was treated to a trumpeting chorus of circus music.

Olympias hide behind the curtains, her face covered with white grease paint. She wasn’t chosen for pride for nothing. This was, without a doubt, the hardest thing the show had asked from her yet. She’d rather be naked out on the mountain. “This is so stupid.” She sighed, put on a big fake smile, and ran out on stage.

“Hiya folks!” She said in a goofy voice, she gave a mirthful salute. “I’m Oly The Olympian!”

The Contestants, even Marie, Mary, and Elizabeth all stood to their feet, like soldiers and shouted at. "We love Oly, she's the strongest!" As soon as Olympias' trait wore off they clamped their mouths shut and slunk back into their seats. None of them enjoyed, being used as a prop in her performance.

—--

Cleopatra

Queen of The Nile

“This is the greatest day of my life, she looked like a total idiot!”

—--

Olympias our seven foot tall queen, was going for a carnival strong man look. A leopard print leotard was stretched across her muscular form. she wore clown makeup on her face and had her dark braids dyed yellow and styled into an updo to fit the foolish look. A yellow nose sat in the middle of her face.

"You know it!" She flexed her muscles and winked at the camera.

Then she reached for some barbells on a nearby rack and began pump them. "I'm the world's strongest clown, you bet. I can lift lords and ladies alike over my head!" Then to prove her strength, she tossed one of those barbells up in the air, and grabbed another one from the rack and threw that one up as well. She repeated this until she was juggling seven barbells like they were balls. Everyone was in awe of this skill, this strength! Olympias really was impressive.

But, uh oh! She began to walk forwards while she juggled the weights, and as she came closer, her foot hit a dumbbell that was just lying there on the ground. She slipped and spilled on the floor, and all the weights flew straight up. Somehow in the chaos she'd managed to throw the dumbell up in the air too with her foot. Well, as it fell, she hit the ground. and splayed out, but managed to catch the dumbell with her foot, and proceeded to catch all seven dumbells with that, until the few hundred pounds of weight was perfectly balanced in a wobbling tower stacked atop her boot-clad foot.

The audience went crazy. They jumped to their feet and howled for their queen. Of all the people to put on a comedy routine, it was shocking to see it be her. Not only that, it was good, really good! Not only were people laughing, but gasping at the physical feat she'd managed to pull of.

Olympias beamed, and a crew came in to help her set the weights down without destroying the stage.

"Who knew you were such a performer?" Skylar was still clapping her hands. "That was so great!"

"I told you lot last week, I'm not losing any more. I'm giving it my all, and if it means, dressing up like an idiot so be it."

Lucifer was smirking. "Leave it to you, to turn something humiliating into a triumph, not bad." He paused when he saw Olympias smile. "You still look dumb as hell though."

Olympias smirked back. "I don't know, I kind of like it." She flexed a little bit more. "The leotard at least." She turned around and grabbed her ankles, so the world could see her perfectly sculpted ass.

"Just lose the hair, and you've got a deal. I like your braids."

"Good to know."

Boudica

Queen of The Iceni

"Were... were they just flirtting?"

Atossa was up next, and though we've had very little time to spend with this newcomer, none could doubt her will to win.

She came flopping out in a pair of oversized shoes. She had a waddle to her, because by the looks of it she was carrying around a 8-month pregnant belly. She was dressed in an overly modest house dress, which, compared to Olympias' leotard looked absolutely chaste. It bulged around her middle where her stomach, **** the fabric to flow around her.

She gave the audience a kind smile and tilted her head. She really was a radiant being, and even the thick white makeup she wore over her dark skin could not hide that glow. "Hello sweeties." She said, her voice no more than a whisper, but still heard and treasured by all. "I'm Tossy, The Clown. I'm afraid you caught me at a bad time for any funny business. My sweety cutie honey pie husband went and knocked me up, and gave me this big silly belly. So back flips are a bit out of the question at the moment, so long as I have these clown feet kicking me in the belly."

She rubbed her stomach affectionately.

"Not that I'm complaining. I love being my hubby wubby's breeding cow. I know he just loves to see me grow, and bloat, watch my stupid titties get all milky and big." She sighed and wiped her brow with the back of her hand. "Boy, I'm getting tired." She sat down on a nearby chair and propped her feet up on a stool. "Would you mind giving me a foot rub sweetie? My big ol' clown feet sure are swollen." She paused for a moment and smiled at the camera. "and scene."

She started to get up but before she could, Skylar was already throwing Atossa's slippers over her shoulder, and rubbing Atossa's feet. "Wow, that was so so so so so good, you're really good you know that? You're like a genius. You took the humiliating suggestion, and just made it your own. It's like wow, clown mommy, um yes please, I have a clown fetish now, hahahahahahahaha not seriously though, that'd be weird wouldn't it, wouldn't it? No, yeah, that's dumb, that's dumb. But you were great though, right guys? I mean we don't even have to vote, Atossa obviously won. Hahaha, wow, you're great. So um, you said your breasts were um..." She swallowed hard. "Milky?"

Atossa's head was rolling backwards, holy crap this woman was good at foot rubs. "Ohhh, ooh yeah right there."

"Yes mommy." Skylar breathed. She eagerly put her shoulders into squeezed Atossa's sock clad feet. "So um... your, breasts?"

"That was just flavoring for the, pregnant thing. I'm not really pregnant, it's a prop."

"Oh right... right, right, right ,right, yeah I know, I knew that." Skylar was blushing, and deflated as a balloon. She was putting in about half the effort in rubbing Atossa's feet as she had been, now that she knew those motherly breasts were all show, and no suckle. "Um, Lucifer, do you have anything to say?"

Atossa

Queen of Persia

"When I aimed to get Lucifer to think about breeding me, I didn't think I'd catch the host in the crossfire."

"Nope Skylar, I think you've gotten it all. Atossa do you care if I put a human baby in you? Maybe a goat, or a Star Fish? Imagine how many flies I could fit in that womb."

Internally Atossa was screaming at what this thing was suggesting... but hell was awful! So she kept that radiant smile bright and tilted her head. "So long as you give me the joys of motherhood, I'm happy to bear whatever fruit you want."

He grinned. "Good answer. I assume you exemplify your pride in my harem, through the joy of motherhood?"

"Of course." She rubbed her fake stomach, even as Skylar rubbed her feet. "That, and the pride of knowing of all your slaves I'm the only one you choose to breed."

"The only one?"

"You don't think I'll let any of your other slaves bare your heir do you?" She ran her finger casually across her throat. "No, I don't think I'd allow that at all."

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