Dead Ends

"Oh there we go, yummy yum." Olympias gushed, as she fed Helen a spoonful of yellow and white scrambled eggs. The image had no seriousness about it. Unless you consider an amazon spoon-feeding a nearly perfect beauty, while said beauty wears a bib, serious. In which case it was quite a dire encounter, all things considered. Olympias was almost entirely unbothered by her ward's near lobotimization, she found that she adored the drooling vacant version just as much as the witty and sweet princess. Funny that. Her placement did bother her though, plunging into the bottom ranks, ready to be expelled if they didn't get her to zero and fast. Which explains them trotting out Helen's dress once more. "That's why we wear the bib!" Olympias giggled, and wiped a bit of dribbled food away from Helen's chin. Couldn't let that precious and expensive piece of clothing be ruined with food stains.

Once the pair was fed, and ready to go Olympias set her sights on what she considered to be the easiest lay: Erica. She was liked leering at the girls on a normal day, and this dress would make Helen irresistible.

The Hispanic girl, garbed in an angsty alteration to some school's uniform was sitting by herself, feasting on a stack of pancakes. "Greeting Erica." Olympias said, her voice... disturbingly friendly considering the source. Like a predator she noticed Erica's body tighten up at the sight of Helen. For some reason this girl seemed to be taking her brainlessness especially hard. "Helen wanted to come over and say hi."

"Hi." Helen giggled, and waved. "Olympias put Helen is super cute dress again!" She did a little spin, and winked at the younger girl. It was amazing how coordinated she was when seducing someone, she really had a gift. "You like Helen's cute cute cutie pie dress?"

"Um yeah." Erica breathed nodding her head. There was the blush, the panting, the eyes lingering on that pink swaddled body. "You're gorgeous Helen."

"Wuh?"

Olympias squeezed her. "It means you're pretty."

"Aww." Helen held her hands to her heart. "Helen think..." she thought about it. "...You pretty too." She followed that up by licking her lips.

Olympias moved in after that, looming over the teenager. "You've got to help her Erica, if she doesn't sleep with someone this week she's going to get cut."

"I know." Erica winced, and tried to squirm away.

"Help her please, Oral, fingering, a hug and kiss, will be enough to save her. Come on."

"Pwease?" Helen stuck out her bottom lip, and looked extra pathetic when she begged.

Erica was still looking unsure about the proposition, so Olympias decided to stop playing nice, and just go for the jugular. "Please Erica, you're the only person in this game we can trust. You're one of the good guys."

"Oh yeah, that's pudge." Nzinga groaned, as she held a glob of stomach fat and skin in her hand. Those trips to the buffet were catching up with her. Erica must have been right. Those gains were a bit much for only two weeks. She couldn't button her slacks anymore, which was a problem because it cost 1 BP to adjust your wardrobe to your current body. Her only BP. Eve walked around in Leaves, and Boudica who was a dress wearer by nature just let her ridiculous boobs and ass rock about. Nzinga was quite fond of a stylish, and boyish loos, which depended heavily on her trousers fitting around her thin waist... formerly thin. This was a disaster.

"Why shouldn't a king of your status, be allowed to let themselves go?" Diaochan asked, emerging from her closet, like a clown from under a bed.

"Good you're up." Nzinga grabbed a belt. "I want you to return the key to the buffet to Eve and apologize."

Diaochan tilted her head. "What do you mean?"

"Don't fuck with me Diaochan. I know it was you. Your scheme failed, I won, now give it up."

"If you're worried about others having access to the buffet, you could always let them in yourself." Diaochan suggested.

"What do you want?" Nzinga ignored her roommates proposal and just cut straight to the haggling. Her waistline had robbed her of patience. "Do you want to come out of the closet?"

"Oh, no we're quite comfy in there." Diaochan demurred. "Regardless we do not have the key, so negotiating deals is pointless."

Nzinga snorted, and shook her head as she looked at herself in the mirror. She cinched the belt on her trousers, and that at least kept them in place. "I want you to know, that I intend on making you pay for your betrayal."

"You betrayed us." Diaochan said, not defensively, but it was a thought that had been brewing in her mind for some time, obviously. "We gathered all that information for you, but when Olympias caught Yang, you didn't lift a finger. You said you'd take care of us. I choose not to live in a world where sovereigns break their promises with impunity.

Nzinga nodded, and took this news in. She hadn't thought there was grievance behind Diaochan's betrayal, it just seemed in her nature. "That's fair enough. Fine." She slide on a blazer and walked away from the mirror. "I'll let your stunt with the yogurt slide, but you will return that Key to Eve, or else."

Diaochan giggled. "What punishment does my **** sister think she'll unleash on her master's property?"

"I'm gluttony." Nzinga said with a toothy grin. "I'll just sit on you."

Boudica could hardly believe her eyes when her quota for the day, was one. The challenge must have worn them out, as any trek across a mountain should. “Looks like I have the whole day to myself.” She stretched out on her empty bed, Helen still in The Master’s realm.

After a bit of lounging, and breakfast she concluded that she was going to head to the library. She wanted to hit up the dictionary and discover a few cuss words to add to her vocabulary.

As she was wandering through the hall of the Lodge, occasionally shoulder checking a passing NPC, she saw Satan standing at the end of a hallway. Just… standing there. His beautiful dark features, as pleasing to the eye as ever. His dark demeanor as unwelcome as always. “What are you starting at snuggle face? Snuggle!” She still wasn’t use to this.

There was no response, only standing.

“Hey, ass head, I’m talking to you, bitch!” There we go, that felt better. She started to walks towards him, but once she got too close, zoom, he was gone. He bolted down a side hall.

Boudica was part bloodhound herself, in spirit at least, and loved a good chase. She sprinted after the bastard, and let out a howl to let everyone know the hunt was on. It was around a corner, down a hallway, and down a set of stairs.

Down there the friendly lighting meant for guests gave way to buzzing florescents, meant for employees. The carpets gave way, to bare concrete, which ended in a set of double doors… and no Satan.

Through the doors, obviously. Right?

Well Boudica tried, but found these lower levels chained, and padlocked shut. “Neat trick.” She pulled on the lock, to see if she could break it on her own, no go. Next she look around for a fire extinguisher, or rebar, but other than boxes, full of napkins, the hallways was empty. “Hmm.”

She rubbed her chin, the double doors had no windows, and when she pressed her ear to it all she could hear was the “Weeeerm weeeeerm weeeeerm’ of a fan.

“What are you doing?”

“Aaaaaaaah!” Boudica’s skeleton jumped out of her skin, did a little dance, and jumped back in, she was so frightened by the sudden appearance of Diaochan, and her companions. Once her skeleton was dressed she looked disdainfully at the crew. “Four v. One isn’t going to do you much better than Three v. One.”

“We come in peace.” Diaochan assured her. “Our animus to you, was purely in the moment of the game.”

Wang nodded her bright hair, and bowed. “We have the utmost respect for you Queen Boudica, unbent warrior."

Yang nodded as well. “We would favor you with our advice, if you would hear it.”

Boudica cocked an eyebrow. “What advice?”

"Hahaha." Helen's idiotic chortle, sounded like a flock of singing birds. "Helen naked!"

She might have been a dummy, but her powers of observation weren't failing her. She'd been stripped of her clothes, by a tender Erica who was now leading her over to a bed. "You are, it's okay, I want to help you, I want to make you feel good." Erica's voice was hushed but manic. She laid the naked girl out on her bed, and gently started to rub her body.

"Mmmmm." Helen mummered, feeling loved and happy. She took her own hand and rubbed Erica's arm in an equally companionable way.

"You are so hot." Erica marveled. Even with that idiotic smile, and crossed eyes, there was no denying Helen was one of the best among them.

"Helen hot." The beauty agreed, and then as if demonstrating grabbed Erica's hand and led it down to her sex, which was as wet as her drool slicked chin. "Hot." She repeated.

"Oh." Erica was breathing heavily now. "Okay, you want this, good. We're..." she gulped. "We're going to make love, and I'm going to save you, okay? Do you want to make love?"

Helen bit her lip, and nodded eagerly. "Erica sexy, Helen make cum!" She reached towards Erica's skirt and started eagerly grabbing her panties.

"Right! Okay, yeah! Let me just..."

"What do you think you're doing?!?!" There was a flash of light, and Joan entered in. She placed her hands on her high waisted pants, and growled. "What is this?"

"Threesome!" Helen cheered, still tugging at Erica's panties. "We all kiss cunnies?"

"Joan, we have to save her!" Erica cried out, more ashamed of past deeds than what she was doing now. "This is our fault."

"No Erica, do not do this. She must be eliminated."

That wasn't going to fly with Erica. "She'll be stuck like this forever."

"This is regrettable, but it must be so."

"Joan!"

The girl in the bob, would not be argued with. "Like it or not, this drooling woman is our biggest threat in the competition. If she's allowed to grab points from the contestants it's only a matter of time. This this disadvantage is going to flip around on us."

Erica was in near tears. "I thought I could do this... but I... I didn't think... she'd be hurt like this. Joan there has to be a way for us to win, without doing this to her. Please."

Yet there was no moving Joan. All the armies of England did not budge her, nor all the gore in France, one crying girl certainly would not. "I forbid it." She said, with shocking finality.

Then as if something broke inside Erica, she suddenly just felt all the emotion drain out of her body. Replaced with complete apathy, like she'd only just watched herself cry over Helen, like those tears hadn't been her own. "Whatever." She crossed her arms and fell back on the bed.

"No cunny kisses?" Helen asked, disappointment streaking the confusion in her voice.

"Joan says no." Erica replied a little brattily.

"Aww." Helen whined, and collapsed on the bed with Erica, her hand sneaking between her own legs, to play around a bit. "Can Helen play with herself?"

Cleopatra slid herself into a sleeping gown for the third night with Satan. He'd been... bareable during their evening together. The annoying thing about him is that he was charming, and handsome. There were moments she'd find herself forgetting he was a monster, but not for long. He had no venom prepared for her because it seemed all his attention this week was focused on Helen, her dangling over the abyss of defeated, had enthralled him with her, and left her.

So as she slipped into bed with him, the cool silk sheets grazing her skin she felt bold enough to ask the all important question. "Do you know about Mark Anthony?"

"Ah here it is!" He laughed, giddily. "You must have been mulling and re-mulling this moment over in your head the whole day." He held his hands together. "Please, please my limp dick boyfriend needs your permission to get a hardon, will you allow it, will you master, please?" He snorted. "Does that sound about right."

Or maybe he'd just been saving it for that moment. Sometimes it wasn't that hard to remember he was a monster.

"Great, you've saved me the time. Will you do it or not?"

He rolled up eyes up, like he was thinking about it. "Well thanks to Helen being braindead, I'm about the furthest thing from jealous right now. So I don't feel threatened by him, so I must not want to because I know it'll hurt you."

He wasn't wrong. Those words alone felt like daggers. "Please, I'm asking as a member of your harem, let us be together."

"Do I get to watch?" His eyes glinted.

She blanched. "Don't be ridiculous."

"Well then I don't see how this benefits me. Letting this man fuck my ****, and stretch our her fuckhole, it doesn't make sense."

"Please, I'll do anything. Being with him is the whole reason I'm playing this game. I'll be completly loyal from now on, if I can just have this."

"Hmm." That did sound nice. "I'll take your loyalty, and one other thing."

"Watever it is, done."

"Good. Helen is on the verge of being eliminated this week, as her closest friend you may feel tempted to help her earn points. Resist this urge, and let her lose."

"Why?"

He chuckled. "Because it'll bring your master pleasure, ****. Complete loyalty means not asking questions, do you understand?"

"Yes." She sighed. She felt a sloshing feeling in her stomach that would have been familiar with anyone who made a deal with the devil. "I won't help her."

"No no no." He petted her hair. "You will say: I agree to betray my friend Helen and let her be eliminated, so that I can properly fuck my boyfriend."

More of that sloshing feeling. Was it dread? Regret? Guilt? Whatever it was she swallowed and kept it from spewing out of her mouth. "I agree to betray my friend Helen and let her be eliminated, so that I can properly fuck my boyfriend."

"Now was that so hard?" He kissed her cheek. "And just like that, his dick works again." At this announcement he pulled the covers off of his body, and revealed his his hard dick, which was pointing straightt up. "Now suck my cock, and give yourself a few points. You've earned it."

"Yes master." Goodness those words tasted foul, but she said them anyway. She had her wish, her love was back, she no longer had to win this competition. Her life had entered a new phase, which was all about keeping Satan happy, so her and Mark Anthony could be together. So, she did what she had too, opened up her mouth and swallowed him down.

"Mmmm that's good." He sighed as her lips massaged is shaft, her tongue pressing firmly against his head. "Aren't you interested in seeing what it'll be? What will happen to Helen once she's eliminated?"

Uh oh... Cleopatra felt a spark ignite within her own sex. She knew that eliminated players got a nasty transformation to send them off, but she didn't know what that could be. It couldn't be too bad, since transformations were neutral at best, still it had to be big if it was the last one. Probably something drastic. "Mmmm." Her throat vibrated and she sick mind began to play through some thoughts of what it could be. That spark, under her care turned into a fire.

"Look at me, such a bad deal maker." He chortled and grabbed some of her hair. "You would have betrayed her anyway, just to see what being eliminated looks like, wouldn't you?" She didn't say anything and hoped if she just kept sucking his dick he'd keep on monologing. "Answer me!" He thrust his hips, and pushed down on her head. "One gag for yes, two for no."

"Guuurk!" She choked feeling her throat fight against whatever invader was pushing into it.

"Yeah I thought so." He eased off of her, and let her keep on sucking at her own pace, though his hand remained on her head, as a constant warning."That's good. It's a shame though, she was the best among all of you. The only one who really cared, and now look what you're all doing to her. Sacrificing her to let, letting the show do whatever they want with her mind and body."

Cleo despite herself began to rub her lips as he talked. She could only imagine the demon, the creature, the thing they'd turned Helen into once she lost. Just a minor demon of Envy. Just some stupid cuck.

Speaking of cucks. "It seems a shame that I never got to cuck her, seeing that she's leaving so early." He chuckled and pulled out his cellphone. He dialed a number, and set it on speaker.

"Hello?" Hellen's sleepy voice sounded off.

"Hey Helen, it's the prince of darkness, what are you doing?"

"Um... snuggling with Boudica."

They heard something angry but indistinguishable from the background. "That's nice, listen. Can you hear that wet slurping sound?" He held the phone closer to Cleopatra.

"Oh, yeah! I totally do. Slurp slurp slurp." She tried to recreate the sounds.

"Yeah, that's Cleopatra. I'm letting her suck my dick, remember how I wouldn't fuck you yesterday?"

"Uhuh, cause Helen don't want to, 'cause you're a meanie."

"No." Satan chuckled. "We didn't fuck, because you're a stupid cuck, and I was saving it for someone better."

"Wuh?" Helen sounded pained on the otherside.

Cleopatra knew exactly what he was doing, and gods help her, she started sucking harder, and louder! "Mmmm your dick is so good master." Why did she say that? Why was she playing along with it?

"Uuuuh." Helen sighed. "You a dumb liar. Helen super hot, everyone wants to sleep with Helen."

"Not according to your score baby, oh fuck yeah Cleo, keeping doing that!"

"Uuuuuh." Helen sighed again.

"Helen baby?"

"...yes?"

"are you touching yourself?"

"Uh-huh."

Cleo felt herself shudder, a small orgasm washing over her. Helen was a cuck now, a stupid, drooling, brainless, fucking sexy cuck! Her second transformation which was supposed to help her, only served as further reason that no one wanted to sleep with her. They wanted to keep her, stupid, and pathetic, and sexless. Just a pathetic little creature for the harem to taunt, and ****!

"Good, now keep playing with yourself and listen as I cum down Cleopatra's throat."

"Kay..." He voice was a whisper.

But his roar of completion was not. He grunted like an animal, and bent his back, so he could spew her demonic seed down Cleopatra's throat.She had to hold onto his legs to keep her body from convulsing against the spray. She gagged, and her body tried to send the spew back up, but she kept it down, and when he finally pulled her head off his dick she coughed and gasped for relief.

Kiss The Crown +3 VP

Cleopatra: 10 VP

There was a high pitched whining on the other side of the phone as Helen listened in on this, no doubt rubbing her pathetic little cuck cunt.

Cleo felt a vein of viciousness run through her. She felt awful for Satan using her like that, but at least there was someone beneath her that she could kick. "Hmmm Helen, I got all of master's cum. Mmmm mmm."

"Uuuugh ooooh!" Helen moaned on the other side. "Helen pretty." She whined in response.

"Well looks aren't everything." Cleo taunted. "Sometimes guys want a girl who can uncross her eyes, and talk in complete sentences."

"Ooooh oooh oooooh!"

"No one wants to fuck a drooling cave woman like you, cuck!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!" They didn't need the phone to hear that one. Helen was only a floor beneath them, and her screaming orgasm came in loud and clear.

"Good talk." Satan snarked and turned the phone off. He smiled and laid back into the best, coming down from his high.

Cleo stumbled out of bed, and went to the bathroom to spit, and cough out whatever cum she could, and brush her teeth. She tried not to look into the mirror convinced she wouldn't like what she saw. Helen had only ever been kind to her, she's the one that saved her on that first night... and what she'd just done... what she'd just said...

She braved a look at her reflection and scowled at the bitch she saw in the mirror. "You're no goddess."