Interludes Round 2 Continued

Eve

Mother of Humanity

"How was might night? Haha we'll I got to live out a few sexual fantasies, so I'd say pretty dang hot. Not to mention I got to punish some very naughty girls as well. Pretty fun! I'm happy with my reward."

"Mind telling the audience what your prize was exactly?"

"Oh sure. When I ate the vegetable it told me that when I went to bed that night I'd suck three other contestants into a dream world that I could control. I could punish them however I pleased for the rest of the night, and if I could get them to agree to carry out a punishment in real life it would stick with them."

"I've got to say, we loved what you did with the Vegetable. Making their own victims punish them was a stroke of genius."

"Thanks, but do any of them remember... what happened?"

Nzinga

Victim #1

"No, I don't remember anything strange about last night... actually that might not be true. When I woke up... I was dreaming about larger women dominating me, but nothing having to do with Eve."

"Were you excited by these dreams?"

"Y-yeah I actually got off as soon as I woke up... why? What happened?"

Cleopatra

Victim #2

"I slept through the whole night and woke up on my couch. Why?"

Olympias

Victim #3

"I was out like a light and didn't wake until the morning."

"Any strange feelings, or thoughts?"

"Hmm, now that you mention it, I have been thinking about Grace, the girl I put in the asylum. I've been wondering if I can visit her at some point."

Eve

Mother of Humanity

"So why'd you choose Cleopatra if you weren't going to punish her?"

"Oh, this is embarrassing. I think she's a total cutie and wanted some playtime with her."

"Out of all the contestants, she's your crush?"

"Yeah! I think they're all beautiful and cute in their own ways, but I just like the way she holds herself."

"Oh boy, twitter is going to go crazy after this one!"

“Noooo come on you can’t be done,” Boudica whined as she stroked Randy’s limp noodle. “I still need to cum three more times.”

Randy sighed, feeling slightly emasculated by that complaint. “Listen, the mind is willing, but the body is weak.” He gestured over to the two spent condoms laying on the floor.

She ran her fingers up his well-toned body, and gave him an annoyed look. Having had an intimate relationship with the body he was speaking up, she wouldn't describe it as anything close to weak. It was a temple! And she was its naughty nun.

“It’s true.” He paused, a guilty look coming over him. “Maybe if you gave me a blowjob… it will come back.”

The redhead just looked at him like he was stupid. “And how exactly am I supposed to get you a job? Ya dead beat, I let ya fuck me, and now yer askin’ for employment!”

“No, no, Geez Boudica we’re you raised in an angry Irish convent? You just…”

“Just what?”

“Put my dick in your mouth, and suck on it for a bit.”

“…”

“Boudica?”

“You know you piss out of there right?”

“Everyone does Oral.”

“Right, okay sure.” She gave him a big dramatic wink. “Then I suppose you wouldn’t mind giving my cunt a lick first.”

He looked at her deadpan. “I would love to eat you out. You’ve got the hairest cooch I’ve ever seen. It’s like being with a girl from my dad’s playboys.”

“That’s disgustin’.“

“Listen Boudica, you’re super hot, but two’s my limit without a bit of rest.” He started to get up.

“No, wait wait.” She huffed and blew some strands of red hair out of her face. “I’ll let you piss in my mouth.”

He laughed, this girl was so crazy. “I’m not going to pee in your mouth.” He held out his hand for her. “Let’s forget it, it would taste like rubber anyway. How about we take a shower together and see where that goes.” He puffed out his pecs just to make the idea that much more appealing.

Bashfully she nodded and took his hand. “Yeah, that could work.”

It was the moments between games that tortured Nzinga. She had great confidence that she could compete in any challenge or trial to her satisfaction. It was these blank moments between that, that bothered her. She’d seen only last week how her popularity has slid from king to ****, and now she wanted to move forward more cautiously, or invisibly if she could.

But there was no denying a return to the bedroom. Though she’d tried to show up late, or avoid it altogether, when the time came, her body simply walked in that direction like a puppet on strings.

She knocked on the master’s big evil doors and awaited whatever **** awaited her inside.

“Nzinga!” He opened the door with beaming face, and arms spread why. “Come in!” The bedroom was scattered with candles and rose petals. It was half dungeon and half dream.

“What is this?”

He smiled and took her hand, dancing with her a little as he led her to the bed. “I’m seducing you.” He said simply, sitting her down on the black silk sheets. He did cut a dashing figure in his suit, and tousled hair. His smile was radiant as the stars. “Of course, I know I move fast. We’ve got dinner in the next room if you’d prefer that.”

“You’re talking about sex?” She looked at him dubiously.

“Sure am. I remember everything, baby.” He made a twisted face like he’d taken a bite of the finest steak. “Trying to **** your master, that’s so sexy.”

She blanched, feeling too scared for this to be good news. “You’re not mad?”

He beamed. “Of course not.” Music started playing in the background, and he began to unbutton his vest. “Oh, all the other girls were so saccharine with their seductions, so warm, so fuzzy. You’re the only one who went straight for it, who was willing to take it if need be."

She just stared at him as he began to undress himself, it was a hard stare. All her years of diplomacy and warfare bore into soulless eyes, trying to decern what the truth of the situation could be. “You’re serious.”

“I want you to do everything to me you were going to do that night.”

“Hmm. I see.” She stood to her feet, and grabbed Lucifer by the collar on his shirt, and dragged him around and down on the bed. “I believe it started something like this.” She landed down on his lap, and began to grind against his crotch.

“Oh yes, this feels familiar.” He smiled and leaned back. “Wish we had you back in that outfit, the jeans and sweater look isn’t doing anything for me." He looked disdainfully towards her casual outfit.

"You're a bastard."

"C'mon you can't tell me you feel sexy in this." She shrugged and continued grinding. "I didn't think so." He pulled her phone out of her pocket and handed it to her. "Buy yourself something hot, with that one sad little bonus point, and I'll reward it."

"Hmph." she opened up the Lodge's shopping app. "What do you like?"

"Red."

She scrolled through the catalog of clothing, some sexy, some goofy, some... disturbing, she took her time and let his consolation be her skilled grinding. "Here we go." She grinned, and pressed purchase.

Instantly there was a knock at the door.

"Amazon's got nothing on that." Lucifer said.

Nzinga got off of him and padded over to the door, where the redhead from the front desk was waiting with a box. "Delivery for Nzinga!"

She took the box without thanking him and closed the door. "Give me just one moment." She strutted over to the bathroom, feeling a little more like her old self.

When she returned, even Satan was at a loss for words. She'd managed to find herself an interesting little item. To call it clothing, would be a bit of an overstatement. It was a latex item that covered the body in bits and pieces, and looked more like a spider web of red latex, than anything else. The deep color contrasted with her own dark skin, and and drew the eye to the curve of her body, the strength of her build, and the intimately interesting parts of her sexual being. This would have been interesting enough, but it was the big red dildo attached to her crotch that really made it a conversation starter.

"You must have lost your mind." Lucifer grinned as he watched her come out, stroking that monster with a bit of lube.

Nzinga smiled. "So you're saying you don't want me fucking your ass for the cameras?" She pouted and stroked the dick some more. "Sounds like we're off to a good start."

Lucifer howled with laughter, bright red. "You're incredible!" He was on his back, giddy with joy. "What are you going to do if I refuse, hold me down again?"

She came over to him, and with an incredible strength flipped him over onto his stomach. "If I have to."

He giggled, and kicked his feet, eager. "I see you've had breakfast." He began to unbuckle his pants. "Now this is a woman who could be my wife, fantastic. Yes take what you want Gluttony, don't let anyone stop you. Let alone the affection of the mud people who watch this show. I'm the only one you need to please. And I give you full permission to be as vile as you wish!"

Nzinga nodded, and ran a latex covered finger, down his back. Then ripped his shirt right off. "Good." She slapped his ass, and gave on of those firm buns a squeeze. "Because if I'm being honest, I really liked breaking my harem girls back in the day. Let me know if my technique's improved since then."

“Boudica spent all of yesterday with her lover.” Yang brushed her cheek against a silk jacket. The four wraths were once again hidden away in their closet. With the lines of clothing on either wall it felt somewhat like a hidden grove.

“At least we know an easy way to keep her out of trouble.” Wang was sipping from a soda can. On her hips was a strapon that glistened with lube.

Xi grinned as she lubed up her own rubber cock. “She’s gonna be comatose by the time we’re done with her.”

Diaochan nodded her agreement. She was stretched out like a dog on her hands and knees. Their training in sexual pleasure was continuing with anal sex on this afternoon. She and Wang would be on the receiving end for this one.

The two pain sluts got into position across from each other. They were a breath apart, eyes fixed on the other, their determination would pay off. If the master was pleased with them, that’s all it would take.

“Aaaah.” Diaochan gasped as she felt Xi’s wet plastic dick press against her back door. Wang had a similar look of surprise as her own Beautiful face. “Breath…relax.”

Wang nodded and did as she was told. Yang however was less of a gentle lover than Xi, and pressed her toy aggressively into the backside of Wang. Her poor little booty was not relaxed enough for the taking, and thus cried out in distress as that plastic invader dug deeper into hostile territory.

There was a harmonized hum that went around the closet. It was at once the pleasure of being penetrated, the delight Wang took in the pain of the sudden thrust, and the cruel joy of Yang who got to inflict it. This feeling in different combinations surged across the for of them, leaving them all stunned by the pleasure.

“Oh, we’re in trouble.” Xi laughed and gave Diaochan a more gentle introduction to anal. She petter her mistress's cheeks gently, and pressed forward insistently, but with a kind touch. Diaochan responded well to the gentle approach, and her ass gave way, bit by bit to Xi's dick. They all swooned from the combined pleasure and now had two filled asses to enjoy.

Yang nodded her head eagerly. Xi was right, this pleasure was more than a single person was meant to bare. “This is amazing, I can feel what you feel.”

“Yeah.” Wang gasped. “I feel Twice a full. Please keep your wits about you. Remember what Skylar said.” There was a bit of fear in her voice. Like the others she could feel that this was something which would be hard to control. She'd seen the glee with Yang gave into her passions, and though being on the receiving end of that was now a joy for the newborn masochist, this could get dangerous.

She was right to be worried. Though Wang was the most glorious and radiant of all the beauties, Yang gave her no mind. She thrust into the woman at an eager pace and was rewarded with all the pleasure in the world. Despite having only a plastic wang to give her comfort she felt the raw heat of this sex, she felt herself fucking Wang, and she was loving it. Wang whined and moaned every spike of pain or discomfort was met with more pleasure. There was no stopping them, it was unimaginable, both giving and receiving please like that in some sort of ouroboros, they lost track of who was fucking, and who’s asshole was getting abused. They were in and out of themselves, just one moaning, grinding grunting thing.

Which was to say nothing of Diaochan and Xi, who were in the same state of bliss. This was no longer training, this might not even have been sex, this was fully something unnatural and unholy. Truly the first demonic coupling of the competition. Each woman was both fucking and getting fuck by two other women, they'd never endured anything like it before, it was was no shame on them that they could not endure it. In those long, loud, panting minutes they had a hard time holding on to themselves as individuals. Their minds their positions just drifted away into that combined sea of sensation. Their identies for a time simplified to 'the one thrust' or 'the one getting thrusted'

“Fuck!" Yang cried out, somehow she was heard amongst all the other moaning in the closet. Her body rocked with delight, the cascade and rainbow of feelings taking her over completely. And it didn't stop there. Like a surge of power destroying the lines in a small town, the orgasm traveled across the room, the sensation of her joy at first just an echo, but even half an orgasm was enough to get the other girls to explode with their own secret joy, and at that point, it was hard to tell if it was pleasure at all.

For an outsider.

For them, it was joy multiplied, the most intense experience of their lives.

To the outsides, it was bloody ear-piercing screams, and cries, and flailing bodies. Where one girl began and the next ended in their orgy of delight was hard to tell. They were screaming from peaks of pleasure that were not their own, while their own body convulsed and spasmed with true pleasure. There was just too much of it. It was in the air, in their blood, in their asses, obviously, but they couldn't blink without seeing it on the inside of their eyes. Their hearts ached with it, their pussies streamed, and it was only when this cascade of pleasure rendered them **** did the three of them finally fall to the floor in sweaty, breathless piles. Steam might as well have been rising from their bodies.

The Next Morning...

"16 Orgasms? What the fuck is this shite?!?!"