Veggie Vengeance

No matter how many times Olympias pinched herself, she could not escape her fate. Sleep, unfortunately, comes for us all, and the dread of what tonight would hold could not keep her dreams back forever. At long last when her consciousness faded, she was whisked away into an unknown realm…

She laid on a green carpet, it’s brushes tickled the creases of her well-defined body. ‘I’m naked,’ she thought.

Next, she noticed the chorus, like a dozen children humming a tune, but this sound came from all corners and had no source as if this simple childish joy was the background noise of the world.

Beyond the chorus, she heard birds, and bugs, and trickling water. When she opened her eyes she was almost blinded by the vibrant colors, the rays of light, the beauty. It’s then she realized this was not carpet she laid on, but grass. She combed her fingers through it, and it was soft as a child’s hair.

She was hesitant to think that she was lost in the wild, though there was no sign of man, anywhere. Only trees and animals, and light. But her body could not even begin to contemplate danger. She was as at peace as she had ever been.

“There you are.” Two beautiful women, both dark of skin, came into view. Their perfection was such that Olympias hardly recognized them until the nose gave it away. “Cleopatra, Nzinga?”

They smiled and nodded, each holding out a hand for her, which she took. “Welcome to Eve’s world.”

Olympias was still too busy gawking at them. “You don’t have pores.” She reached a finger out to brush Cleopatra’s doll-like skin.”

She nodded. “And your hagish wrinkles are nowhere to be found.”

Nzinga spoke. “This is what we would look like… in her world.”

“It’s gorgeous.” Olympias couldn’t control her emotions in the place, and her enjoyment was clear to see.

“It makes sense,” Nzinga said. “We saw how she got **** on her target. If that was her task here, it makes sense she would choose to just let us view this place.”

Cleopatra nodded. “Maybe it’s to remind us what we could be… that’s a **** of a kind.” She petted an otter who’d brought her an emerald the size of a plum. “It’s almost unbearable.”

Olympias nodded. “So we just explore until we wake up?" The vast tracks of pleasant wilderness seemed to offer new beauty and wonder around every turn. "Do you think she’s here?”

Nzinga nodded. “I think she is everywhere. Watching us right now.” Maybe it was the light which shone down upon the realm, but this place did seem like the eye of God was upon it.

The herds of animals that laid around them suddenly got up. The cows and the horses, the sheep, and lions, then the panthers, dogs, and birds of paradise all began to walk in a singular direction. An elephant that passed on by, cocked it head towards the herd as if saying 'You guys coming with?'

“It’s a guided tour,” Cleo observed. “Let’s go find mother.”

The three began to follow the herd, but as they walked Olympias noticed a bush that seemed to be calling for her. On it, were the juiciest berries she had ever seen, and feeling a little childish and gay she grabbed a handful and bit in, letting the juice spray and dribble down her chin. She giggled! And as she chewed the berries they began to crunch. At first, she thought it was pits, or seeds… but it was powdery.

She looked down at her hand and saw it was filled with pills!

She dropped them to the ground, which she now observed was tile, and the lights above were the sickly green of florescent lights.

“Oh, Olympias why did you go and do that?”

Olympias turned about as saw that she was alone, save for Eve in a nurse’s outfit. The garden was gone, it was just Eve, a hallway, and those flickering lights.

“This is a dream if you’re wearing clothes.”

“You’re one to talk.” Eve giggled, gesturing to Olympias’s nude body. “It’s a disturbed mind which rejects clothing of all kinds. We should get you back to your room.”

Olympias felt a surge of vertigo take control of her body, and before she knew what was happening she was falling to the ground. Eve caught her in the seat of a wheel chair, and began to Push her down the hall.

Olympias tried to move, but her limbs felt like rubber, her mind was a wash of tingling chemical sensations, and no thoughts could emerge from that vague stew. Her heart beat seemed to slow to an occasional thud that pounded in her head. She was helpless, her only option was to stare ahead dully, drool leaking onto her exposed tits.

Nzinga sighed, once again tied to a bed. This better not be a habit. She was tied to a dirty mattress half covered by blankets. Around her, she could see pictures of Ruth and Derek, her victims in this week’s game. “I see.” She sighed and waited for this to go wherever it would. She doubted the ropes were real or that they could be broken.

“You know, I like fat people.” Eve’s words came from a nearby wall. When Nzinga turned her head she saw the woman standing there barefoot, in daisy dukes, and a Kid Rock shirt. “I think it’s because I’m both more animal and more god than you babies. I see a fat girl and think, ‘now there is a successful organism.’

“Gotta say Eve.” Nzinga sighed. “Making me fat seems pretty paint by the numbers.”

Eve giggled. “Now, why would I do that?

There was a rumbling in the earth. The labored pattern of a large woman making her way across a wooden floor.

“I see.” Nzinga nodded once more. “Vengeance.”

“Now, that is an exquisite blouse.” Cleopatra ran the silk of Becca’s blouse between her fingers. Their nylon clad legs were entwined in the back if the Uber, its driver did all he could to not crash the car. That rear view was just too tempting.

“I can take you shopping if you want.” Becca was occupied with Cleo’s textured legs.

Cleo smiled. “I like being spoiled, but dressing like each other is just too tacky.”

“Oh, you can buy whatever you want. I’m sure my ex will love knowing he’s buying a beautiful woman lingerie.”

The driver couldn’t take it anymore. “You guys see the last episode of Harem Hotel?”

Becca shook her head. “I don’t watch that trash.”

“They got a girl as the master this season, it’s pretty good.”

“Took em long enough.” Cleopatra yawned. “I’ll watch when it’s a woman and all guys.” She says, foreshadowing the writer’s sequel idea. She got a vague tickle in the back of her head. She actually did watch a season didn't she? She seemed to recall a lot of snow...“Who… I’m drawing a blank… who ended up winning the Devil season?”

She looked out the window and saw a big billboard of Eve drinking a fresh Coke Zero. The nude woman had the bottle held between her tits, and was drinking it upside down, on a couch.

“Eve, that was a good one.” The driver said eagerly. “Weirdest season by far.”

The world seemed to roil. Cleopatra had the sudden realization that she had no idea where she was, or why She was with Becca. Shouldn't see be in the lodge... or the garden? What was this? “I feel sick.” Cleopatra leaned against the window. “Pull over, I’m going to throw up.”

The driver did so, and Cleopatra fell out of the car, but when she landed on the ground, she bounced, and the cool embrace of silk met her. She was naked now and could feel her own sex was wet and inflamed. She rolled around and saw she was on a bed, that seemed familiar to her, though she was sure she'd never been here. "Am I in the hotel?"

“The rugrat is staying at my mom’s house, so you can be as loud as you want.” The hum of a car became the hum of air conditioning. And that voice belonged to Becca.

Cleopatra groaned and turned over "babe I don’t think this is…” she paused, finding herself staring face to face with a feeldo made of solid gold. “…real.”

A secure door opened up, revealing a padded room. “Welcome to the nudie room.” Eve sang, and brought Olympias in.

Already in the room was a dark-skinned nurse straddling a woman in a straight jacket, or at least her head. “That’s right you crazy cunt licker, just a little more.” It didn't take much imagination to realize what the patient was doing between the nurse's legs.

“Nurse Eveie, that’s no way to treat a patient.” Eve chastised. She then made a show of getting the naked and groggy Olympias comfortable in the room.

“Sorry Nurse Eve.” The nurse got up and adjusted her scrubs.

“Wait!” Grace, the short blonde patient who’s mouth was still rimmed with the nurse's juices, sat up. “You have to undress me!”

The nurse smiled cruelly. “Sorry baby, you didn’t make me cum. Let’s try again tomorrow?”

With that the two nurses were gone, leaving the patients alone in their room.

Olympias was still feeling like a log that had been giving sentience, but she was feeling a bit better. If she tried, she could move her body, and she could speak, but it was with a heavily, ****-up slur.

Eve was going to pay for this. She may not have been able to swallow, but even a comatose Olympias understood ****.

“Hey!” Grace hissed from across the room. “Hey!”

Olympias lolled her head to the side to look at the girl. She couldn’t help but smile at the manic blonde shortie. She felt a sense of satisfaction with her creation. With wild eyes and ratty stressed hair, she looked the part of a crazy person. Olympias was quite interested in seeing what damage her brand could do to mortals in the future, once she gained a little more power.

“You look pretty strong, do you think you could get me out of this jacket?” She tugged on her arms for emphasis, showing that she was good and secure.

Olympias just rolled her eyes and looked away. This vision couldn’t last forever. Might as well just wait it out, and enjoy this industrial level high.

“Hey! No no no, hey! We can get out of here, I just have to be naked! Come on, undress me!”

“You (do sound) crazy!” Olympias chuckled but was so **** out she could only get out the first and last word.

Grace huffed. “I didn’t want to do this to you, but you leave me ****.” She rocked herself on her back and held her legs up in the air, with her toes, she started to pull and tug her thick socks off of her feet until they were freed from their cotton prison and glistened sweatily in the light.

Olympias wished she had the strength to raise an incredulous eyebrow.

“Look!” The crazed girl scooted closer. “Look at my perfect feet! Aren’t they lovely?”

Olympias rolled her eyes, but as she did… yeah. Wow, they were even better than Eve’s. She’s never really considered feet beautiful before because she wasn’t a complete freak, but wow! Those were almost erotic, something special, certainly holy.

“Oh yeah.” Grace bounced closer. “You love them, don’t you?” She got close to where she could place her feet on Olympias’ face like one might a doormat. So she did. “There you go, aren’t I nice giving up an up-close look like this?”

Again, Olympias had her doubts that squishing her face against these feet has nice at all, but the woman’s words rang true. They were perfect, and she chose to rest them on her face. It really was an honor. She dared to open her mouth, and those sweaty little toes dipped right in. It was an alien moment of contentment but so satisfying she moan and closed her eyes.

“You know, the rest of me is just as perfect. I could show you if I didn’t have these pesky clothes on.”

“Mmm.” Olympias grunted. That did sound intriguing, and it was certainly a major development in her life, but it also sounded like a lot of effort. So she just suckled and drooled over the woman’s feet and hoped the vision would never come to an end.

A disagreeable state of play for the weary Grace. “Undress me, now!” She said it with the utter certainty of a woman who thought she had mind control powers.

For her part, Olympias felt Grace’s undeniable will fill her being. And so, despite ****, and the effort, and the pleasant ennui of licking feet, Olympias sat up and started to mess with the buckles and straps that kept Grace sinfully clothed.

It was like unwrapping a present. Olympias got the jacket off, and once freed from those constraints, they had Grace naked as a baby in seconds. A shredded piles of sweatpants, and sweater laid on the ground. Olympias was in awe.

“What do you think?” The shortie posed, like she was a goddess who’d just descended from the sky to bless a mortal with her from.

Olympias drank it up. “Wow.” Her eyes were filled with stars. “You’re… you’re…”

“Perfect?”

“Yes!” Olympias lunged forward and hugged Grace’s waist. She gave her stomach worshipful kisses and felt the need to give her life and entire being to the woman.

“Yyyyyes.” Grace groaned. “Finally, I have someone to lick me.” She grabbed Olympias by her hair and pushed her into her crotch. “Go on lick me, show me how perfect my pussy is!” She started giggling and couldn’t stop. “Good girl yes.” Olympias was lapping away, a woman with no shame, her head frantically twitched and nodded, trying to lick and suck everything crease of that perfect puss. “Yes, yes! Tell me how pretty I am.” She pulled Olympias out for air.

Olympias gasped. “Yer so pretty! You’re perffffect! You’re so hot!” Damn these ****, She knew Aristotle, she could have been a little bit more articulate with her praise!

“Yes! Yes!” Grace was basking in that praise, she started fingering herself like a mad woman. She leaned over and supported herself on the padded walls of her room. “I’m perfect! You’re so lucky you get to look at me!”

“Yes!” Olympias wept and crawled forward, so she could kiss Grace’s feet. Sprinkles of the girls juice hit the back of Ilympias’ head and neck as she finger fucked herself. “This is the greatest day of my life!”

“I’m so pretty, I’m so fucking pretty! I need to see myself! I want to cum, looking at myself!”

Olympias nodded, and got to her feet. She swooned but stayed upright. “I’ll help!” She stumbled to the door to their cell and rammed it open. It took three tries, but architecture is ultimately meaningless when met with the might of a horny Amazon.

“Good ****!” Grace giggled, and hobbled over to her, still finger fucking herself. "Now take me to a mirror."

“Yes!”

Grace paused. “You call me goddess from now on.”

Naturally. That seemed the most natural thing in the world at this point. “Yes, goddess,” she scooped up her small diety and began to run.

What a pair they made running through those halls, all for a reflection. Eventually They found it. Olympias kicked down the door to a bathroom, and ooooh were they in luck.

“Jackpot!” Grace beamed, seeing at least three reflections of herself. She jumped out of Olympias' hands and went back to pleasuring herself. “Look at me, I’m perfect.”

Olympias nodded eagerly. She got down on her knees, as she watched her goddess admire her own beauty. It felt like her proper place, beneath her small, perfect paramour. Then feeling brave, or perhaps just needy she brought her hand down between her own legs, and began to tenderly rub her lips. Her eyes were transfixed on Grace, her beauty feeding Olympias' lust, and pleasure, and entire world at this point.

She felt herself fall completely into the same fantasy world she'd condemned Grace too. Olympias, in her right mind, would never see herself subservient to another, but under the perversion of her own sin she was a **** to Grace's insanity. A happy, willing, horny **** who could scarcely imagine looking away from Grace, let alone disobey.

The door to the dingey bedroom opened up, and there was Ruth with her suitably short hair and massive bulk. Whatever money this family needed to scrimp and save, did not include the lingerie because the large lady was wearing a lovely skilk teddy, garters, and a red stockings pulled over her impressive thighs. It was a good fit, and we love women not being ashamed to be sexy. She posed as she entered and kicked the door closed behind her. “Hey baby.” She husked, taking slow, but oh so heavy steps fowrward, each one making the flor boards creek out in bloody agony.

Nzinga winched with every cracking sounds. That was a very heavy lady, she’d created with her powers, and she got a feeling she was about to receive the full brunt of that weight. “Hello, would you mind letting me out of these?” She tugged on her ropes.

Ruth smiled and came closer until she was standing right over Nzinga, her thick thighs heading up to her plump mound, which glistened bare, and hairy in the weak lighting of the room. “You know the rules, not until you use your safeword.”

“Well, crap.” Nzinga started at porky slit, which from the front would have been hidden by her belly, but from this ant’s eye view, was very much visible. “Gluttony, ****, Vengence, Vegetable?”

Ruth giggled and wiggled her ass as she stood mighty and proud over Nzinga. “You’ve got one leeeeeft.” She sang lustfully. “Then I’m taking my seat.”

Nzinga sighed, she looked around the room, but Eve was gone. Was there some sort of clue here, or was all this just foreplay? She couldn’t say, but the scene was clear. The victim of her machinations was going to get a little **** by sexually exploiting her, that’s fair. It was weird that she was wet thought. Nzinga’s slit was actually kind of needy. She couldn’t tell if it was being tied up, or actually this situation. Ruth was, in a sense, her creation, a being of gluttony that she’d made out of what had been a normal and successful woman. Now she was this, maybe it was that sense of satisfaction that she was able to do this to a woman that turned her on. Or maybe they were just a match, two beings of gluttony, in tune on a spiritual level.

“I’m sorry.” She said eventually, figuring if nothing else, an apology was due.

“Wrong answer,” Ruth said huskily, and began to lower herself down on the king.

Despite herself, Nzinga’s heart started to beat, in that excited kind of way that’s wholly unique to discovering a new sexual thrill. “Okay,” Nzinga said to herself. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing this. Ascend to your throne Ruth!”

The woman needed no encouragement and plopped herself gently on Nzinga’s face. Nzinga’s world suddenly got very tight, as Ruth’s malleable body closed in around her. Her plush thighs sat comfortably on both sides of her head, securing her in place for the main event, which was her wide ass, and that wet fucking pussy that lowered down onto her face like an oxygen mask. The breathing situation was not great, but not impossibile, the air was stale, all pussy and ass, but there were more important things than that.

She moved her face to get her nose out from between Ruth’s lower lips, breathed in that humid air, and got to work. Her licked slowly up the slit of her captor, just to get a feel of her surroundings. She may have dressed her harem as women, but when it came to actual feminine pleasure, she was something of a lost lamb. She knew what she liked, and that ment, this tongue was going right up her hole. Ruth had that slightly sour taste of a woman who eats a lot of fast food, a few more vegetables and fruit wouldn’t hurt the girl, but so it goes. Nzinga brushed her tongue upwards along the slit, let Ruth’s hair tickle her tongue as it went, before she found that wet and welcoming entrance and began to swirl her tongue around. She tried to move her hands to get a better grip on the woman, but found it was pointless. She was tied down, this sent a surge of heat into her body. Helpless. Why was that so appealing?

This was a woman who'd given birth to three children by this point in her life. That pussy deserved some loving, and Nzinga did her best to give it to her. Surely bringing this woman to climax would satisfy the effects of the vegetable Eve had eaten.

Of course there was that breathing problem. It's hard work, eating out a pussy, and the tongue wasn't the body's most impressive muscle. So Nzinga was quickly turning blue with exertion. Occasionally, but not often enough, Ruth would raise her fat ass in the air. Her pussy would get pulled away from Nzinga's mouth, and strings of drool and pussy juice would connect those pairs of wet lips. Nzinga would pant and gasp for breath, but it was short-lived. She'd get two maybe three full inflation of her lungs, before Ruth would sit back down, and drown her lover in her desire.

The effect was a splendid sort of **** and asphyxiation, which left Nzinga feeling high and floaty.

'I was better off in hell.' Nzinga thought as Ruth plopped back down onto her face. 'At least then I had my pride as a king to keep me warm. This show has turned into a pathetic loser, What a humiliation, if my brother could see me now.'

Despite her despair, she must have been doing a good job because Ruth was cooing, groaning, and shaking her hips, all classic signs that Ruth was having a good time. Then she began to prod Nzinga's own nethers with her pudgy little fingers. "You're so wet." Ruth giggled. "Do you like fat pussy?"

Nzinga did not and could not answer that, nor could she tell if Ruth's ministrations were reward or punishment. This whole situation just felt so off, and disgusting to her. There's no way she could actually be driven to orgasm from it. Yet Ruth's fingers found her clit and softly toyed with, and rubbed it. Though she was suffocating on the sour juices, of a pussy she'd plumped up and ruined, she could hardly get enough. If anything, when Ruth pulled her pussy up and away for an answer, Nzinga was disappointed to be drinking in that fresh air. She spat pussy juice out of her mouth and gasped for breath. "Yes! I love your fat pussy!"

Ruth crashed back down on Nzinga's face, landing with a wet squish. She wasted no time in letting Nzinga prepare. Instead, she just started rocking her hips, humping Nzinga's face. As she did, she slapped Nzinga's own gushing pussy over and over again. The King squeaked and squirmed, but there was no getting out or away from Ruth. "You thought you could destroy my life by making me fat, but I'm happier than ever! You aren't afraid of your sin making you fat because you don't like fat girls. You know you're not worthy of becoming one! You're only good enough to serve us as a fawning ****!"

The large woman then began raisng up ass and body up and down, basically just thrusting her hips at Nzinga's face, giving maybe a half second of air in between wet slaps. "Yes!" She cried, face sticky with ruth's juice. "Yes." She wept, eye closed and sealed shut with her wetness. "Yes!" She accepted, feeling the larger woman's lust fill her nose like snot. "Yes!"

"Now that's an exquisite dildo." Cleopatra moaned as she felt her lips separate for Becca's golden girth.

"I'm worth the finer things in life," Becca said as she gently began to thrust into Cleo, fucking the goddess doggy style.

"You do." Cleo agreed, as the cold metal cock stretched and massaged her insides. Maybe it was superficial, but the gold dildo was feeling magjestic inside of her, it was adding to the pleasure for sure. Even the coldness of it somehow got her going. But that made sense to her. What greedy pussy wouldn't want a golden cock inside of it?

"Do you like getting fucked by a woman in charge?"

"Oh yes." Cleo whimpered. "In this world, I'm a total lesbian. I can't even think of a man right now."

"Didn't want them distracting you from your reward." Becca said in Eve's voice.

"Mmm." Eve sighed and nodded. She felt much too good to rock the boat now. So she spread her legs, arched her back and let Becca's toy explore deeper, and more forbidden depths within in sex. She closed her eyes as, as Becca increased her pace. She found her mind drifting, fantasying about sex with this woman. She received visions, or perhaps they were memories of her life in this little dream world. She saw herself kissing Becca, and there were dates, and holidays, and lots of sex. As she explored that tangled weave of entwined limbs and innocent gasps, she felt herself swelling up towards a release.

"Oh fuck, Becca!" She gasped as the pleasure began to burn her. "What are you doing to me?" She giggled and opened her mouth, just to mooooooan.

The thrusts were coming faster now, Becca's hips a blur of beige and gold. "Thanking you for my new life!"

The procession of animals within the garden of Eden slowly came to an end. Like a river flowing out into the ocean, they two spread out around the base of a great throne. This throne was all the light in the world, and upon it sat the singular perfect woman, Eve Queen of The World.

Nzinga, Cleopatra, and Olympias all walked along with these animals, like the animals. The four now crawled on their hands and knees towards the throne, their necks affixed with collars. This all felt right and true to the three girls, who had to look upon Eve and accept that compared to her they really were no different than the dogs and the bugs that bowed before her now.

"You three are evil, sinful women." Eve pronounced from her throne, and the world shook and trembled with her proclamation. The three animals shivered and cowered in the dirt as she spoke. Each of their exposed sexes throbbed with delight. Thought it was a terrible proclimation there was a pleasure in a god assigning you a place in the world. Even the humble maggot trembled with joy when it learned it would be the lowest of all beings.

"Yes, mother." They all spoke as once, like actors reading from their scripts. There was no resisting this woman, her vision, this world. She was the queen of existence, and they were but lowly animals.

"Crawl to me." Eve commanded, lounged out on her throne, like demanding such debasement from women was the most natural thing in the world for her.

"Yes, mother." They nodded and began the slow crawl through the garden towards her.

"Now beg. Beg for the forgiveness of the women you hurt in this challenge."

The three whimpered. "We're sorry, Mother!" Nzinga cried up, crawling miserably forward to the throne. "I was not worthy to even lick Ruth's sex after my behavior this week. Please forgive me!"

"You're right mother." Olympias bowed and scraped. "Grace's beauty was beyond imagining, I'm ashamed I got it locked away from the world forever! I can not ever make up for my crimes! I'm sorry!"

Cleo was in full agreement. "All I need to know is that I've displeased you mother, I would do anything to earn you favor. Please punish us for our sins, we deserve all your hatred."

Like the animals, they were their hand and knees took them to the base of her throne. The three pressed their heads to the ground, and Eve made an annoyed sound. "Well go on, you three, lick my body."

The three nodded eagerly. "Thank you mother, thank you!" The three crawled forward and did so. They bathed Eve in their loving needy tongues. They licked at her hands and her fingers. They licked her toes up to her thighs, Olympias was the first to feel bold enough to lick her breasts and once that taboo was broken all three fought and struggled to lick and suckle on her perfect nipples. It wasn't until they felt a sting of pain on their bodies that they dropped away and whimpered like wounded dogs.

"This is not a reward." Eve scowled, now holding a riding crop in her hand. "You are not worthy of my breasts."

"We're sorry Mother." Nzinga wept.

"We're stupid needy animals." Cleopatra greed.

Eve just rolled her eyes and motioned for them to continue their worship, which they did, this time being sure to only indulge in their subservience to her, and not their own desires and fascinations. They also hadto endure more cracks of the riding crop, which whipped across their asses, and backs as they worked. All the while Eve sneered nasty and degrading things to them, which they wholeheartedly agreed with and begged for more.

Eve grabbed Cleopatra by the chin, and kissed her. "Cleopatra, I forgive you." There had never been any real forgiving needed there in the first place. The truth was Eve had a small crush on the woman. She wanted to take things for a spin within the safety of these visions, and have a little fun with her.

"Thank You Mother!" She sighed, and faded from the dream. She was there one moment and gone the next.

The other two looked up at Eve eagerly, and she just spat in their faces. They thought they too would receive such an easy pardon and return to reality but that was not so. While eve had a soft spot for Cleopatra, she'd chosen these two because she rather disliked their antics in the challenge. To target the woman in their challenges, and not the man. Disgusting. They of course, licked her spit up feverishly and opened their mouths if their mistress decided she wanted to do it again.

"Nzinga, how will you earn my forgiveness?"

The King moaned at the very thought. "I will do whatever you desire, mother, I ache for it! I'll bleed for it!"

Eve just hook her head. "It must come from you. You decide your punishment."

She whimpered again. Her mind scrambled to understand the logic of this woman. She thought back to her vision with Ruth, the feelings she had while she was drowning in her pussy. "Plus-sized women!" She gasped, lookup up at Eve again. "I'll... I'll serve them. I'll pleasure them... I'll do what you showed me. I'll cherish them."

Eve nodded her head. "You are forgiven."

Nzinga beamed and slowly faded from the dream.

"Olympias?" Even gave a look to her last daughter.

"Grace." She said with panting breath. "I'll tend to Grace."

"Good." Eve said, and stood up from her seat. As she did there was a clinking sound, and Olympias saw that her collar was now connected to a chain that Eve held in her hand. Eve placed her foot on Olympias' shoulder and tipped the large woman over onto her back. "You and I still have a bit before we wake up." She wound her hand back and 'wack!' let her crop score Olympias squarely on a nipple. The Amazon howled with pain and arched her back. "And you are just such a nasty woman... I think you need a little more of your mother's guidance." She struck again, this time landing a blow on Olympias' exquisite abs.

The Amazon howled and squirmed as blow after blow came down on her. "Yes mother! Punish me!" She cried up, feeling tears well up in her eyes, not from pain, or even the pleasure, which was immense, but from thankfulness. Eve cared enough to punish her!

"No more threatening you sisters!" Eve commanded, pressed her foot down on Olympias's sex, and continued to whip the girl.

"Yes mother! I'm sorry! I'm Sorry! Oooooooh!" Her pussy pulsed, and cried up the ****. Her body felt hot and bruised, and the sting of Eve's crop was everywhere.

"No cumming!" Eve commanded, whipping Olympias' other tit. "You're being punished!"

"Aaaah aaaaaah!" Olympias cried, arching her back, and pressing her crotch into Eve's foot for all the stimulus it could provide. "I'm sorry! I can't stoooop!" Her whole body began to quiver and shake, the orgasm taking control away from even Eve.

Eve tsked and shook her head as she felt Olympias squirm and cum between her toes. "You are the naughtiest little girl I've ever dealt with."