Breakthroughs

Boudica

Queen of The Iceni

"Hey perverts. I've been thinking of how generous you've all been with your votes, with me, and I wanted to show you all my gratitude. So here's how it's going to work. I'm going to take some of those points you gave me and upgrade my Bimbo Back Talk Trait which I'm pretty sure is going to let you choose five new words for me. And you're going to snugglin' remember how good I am to you fudge heads, when it's time to vote again, okay?"

Boudica brings up her phone, and navigates her way through the menu's to the upgrade page. This part is timelapsed as it takes ten minutes, but eventually she gets there.

Upgrade!

Bimbo Back Talk+

5 More Words are censored from Lust's vocabulary. Hearing another person say one of her censored words is unpleasant and grating to Lust.

“Fudge.” Boudica pouted. “You snuggle heads, this is just an ass-ing punishment, how did fourth place land me this fudge? Okay snuggle it, what are the words going to be? Looks like Ass, bitch, bastard, moron, and fudge. Oh wonderful, my life is over. Okay perverts, give me what’cha got.”

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Nzinga, slid her key into the lock, and felt that satisfying crunch of teeth against tumbler. The opened the door up and was greeted with the familiar sights, and smells of breakfast at The King's Buck Lodge. "I'm home." She said with a sigh, as she went inside. Now that she knew for sure that this place was destroying her figure, she didn't like coming here more than she needed. But for today, she needed it.

She went straight for the section of the buffet which sat upon yellow silk. This was the charisma section of the buffet, and she swept across it like a dragon.

Diaochan and company were each on their phones, lounging in a comfty room somewhere. They were just scrolling through twitter, and forums for the show, trying to catch a glimpse of where the audience was, or wanted to see.

"They're really worried about Helen." Yang observed.

"With good reason." Diaochan responded. She, like everyone had detrmined that Helen was best left to the pits.

"It's a shame to see such a nice girl taken out so early." There was a new person in the room, and when the four turned, Nzinga was smoking a cigarette and leaned against the doorframe.

"She looks so cool." Xi noticed.

"What can we do for you King?"

Nzinga smirked. "Just seeing you four beauties, does it for me." She grinned and it was a radiant thing.

All four Beauties, deadly flirts in their own right, giggled girlishly. There was something different about Nzinga, something magnetic. they couldn't look away, they marveled at her, and waited to hear more.

"Ah." She put out the nub of her exhausted cigarette out on the door frame. "That was a good smoke. Do any of you smoke?"

"No." Diaochan spoke. "We've never had the chance."

"Ah, a bunch of good girls." Nzinga stepped into the room, and her joke was met with another round of giggles. "You shouldn't, it's a nasty habit. I just can't help myself, I've been smoking since I was a kid." She moseyed on over towards an empty seat, and flopped down into it. There with all four sets of eyes on her, she lit up another cigarette and took a long drag. The four were entranced by the curling lines of smoke that came out of her mouth. "Wang, come over here would you?"

Wang giggled. "Oooookay." She said girlishly. She stood above the dark skinned woman, inhabiting the atmosphere of her smoke.

"No no." Nzinga said gently. "Don't we want to look eachother in the face, get on your knees so I can look into those pretty eyes."

Wang nodded, giggled, and did as she suggested. "Hey there." She husked once the two were facing eachother.

"Hold out your hands." Wang followed along, cupped her hands, and and brought them up like Oliver Twist.

"Lovely." Nzinga said, taking her cigarette and she flicked ash into Wang's open hands. The hot hot ashes burned her delightfully.

"Oww oww oww." She complained.

"Nasty habit, like I said." She took another drag, and when she looked around the room she saw the other three grinning at her, like that move she'd pulled off was charming in it's impishness. Even Wang was battling with the jolts of excitement the embers in her hand were giving her. "But what's important about a nasty habit, is that you recognize it, and try to curb it. I only smoke a few a day for instance."

"Your quest for self improvement is admirable." Yang gushed, feeling as if this woman had won her completely over.

"Thank you. That's why I want to apologize for my behavior towards the four of you. First by using you, then discarding you when Olympias found out. I realize now that the arrangment we had was more akin to slavery than the partnership I'd sold it as. For that I am sorry. When possible I always tried to make my land a sanctuary for slaves... anyway I'm sorry is all."

Those words seemed to touch all of their hearts, even Wang who was holding an ever growing pile of ash. "It's hard to admit our mistakes my king." Diaochan said, sincerly. "Doubly so for royalty. It seems you have reflected thuroughly upon our greivances, and have taken the matter to heart, and as such, on behalf of my companions, I wish to accept your apology into my heart, and allow us to move on from this moment."

"Out of sight." Nzinga took another drag, and blew smoke into Wang's grinning face. "It takes a classy lady to forgive. Now that we're all peaches and cream there is one last thing, I want us to discuss. It's another nasty habit, called stealing."

"You're moping."

"I'm not moping."

"Yes you are. You've just been staring at that magazine, and haven't turned a page in an hours.” Erica looked down at her Magazine which was an article claiming 'Thousand of teen girls, all agree that they want to suck satan's cock!" There was a picture of her daddy, on stage singing some kind of song, looking like a popstar.

"At least now I know why I haven't been reading these." She set the magazine down. "One of the players in the game is about to be eliminated, and it's all my fault."

"Isn't that good?"

"Joan thinks it's good, and I did at the time, but I just feel awful about it."

Molly adjusted her ponytail, and sighed. "Maybe you're just not cut out for competitions."

Not the route Erica thought she was going to go. "What?"

"I mean, everytime you play a game, someone loses. Now I truly believe this, if you aren't ready to lose a game, you shouldn't play it. Same thing for you though, if you're not ready to win a game, then don't play it."

"You make it sound easy." Erica pouted.

"I mean, those are the basics." Molly scooched a little closer. "But I understand. I mean, you go against this other school in the championships, and they all think they're the best right? They're friends, they've been working hard, their coach is a beast, and they've all made sacrifices to get there. Then you just beat them 8-3, and while you're celebrating that victory, you look across the field, and they're all crying, and holding eachother. That's not easy, and I feel bad for them, but would any of them hesitate to put us in that same position if it meant they could win? No."

"That's not the same. Erica sighed, because Helen would put herself in that position. " Erica's body suddenly stopped giving a shit about what she had to say, and threw her to her feet. She was shocked by the gesture, and so was Molly, but soon enough Olympias came storming into the lobby. Her face red. "Uh oh."

"You little harlot, I thought we had a deal."

Erica felt her body relax... relatively, being around Olympias was enough to make anyone tense up. But at least she had conrol over her body. "Joan forbid it, Olympias there was nothing I could do."

"Hey." Molly said, standing to her feet. Her voice was calm, but her hands were raised as if ready to jump to Erica's defense. "Can you take a step away from her, and cool down for a moment?"

"Silence waif." Olympias said, she palmed the girl in her chest, and sent Molly flying back down into the couch. It's legs screeched along the floor as it moved backwards.

"Don't touch her!" Erica threw a punch, but it was lost somewhere in Olympias' mass, and it felt like punching a leather covered wall, than a woman.

Olympias only grunted, and grabbed at Erica's clothing. Her fingers curled around her shirt, skirt, and panties, and with one wild jerk, she ripped all three free, and left Erica in nothing but her socks and shoes.

"Aaah!" She cried out in embarrassment, and covered herself. The smiling on ookers, laughed, and clapped at the delightful antics.

Olympias was snorting out steam from her nose, as she looked down at Erica. "Now you listen to me you lazy traitor. I'm Satan's future wife, and if the audience wants you to be his daughter, that's fine with me. But I believe in discipline in my household, so next time I tell you to do something you do it, I don't care what your imaginary friend tells you."

Erica cowered. "Y-yes ma'am." She squeaked, feeling her meek younger self fully take over. She melted in much the same way whenever one of the nuns hit her knuckles.

"Good." Olympias pulled her great height back into a standing position. She looked at her nearly naked form and sneered. "Now get dressed, you're embarrassing me." She walked away her own anger belying that fact that she was desperately scared. No matter what Erica had just said, if the angel was against her helping Helen, then that route was over. She was running out of contestants who would be willing to help.

Meanwhile Molly threw a nearby blanket over Erica, and held the girl as she left out a few scared sobs. "It's okay." She whispered. "I'm here for you. Where's your sister? She'll know what to do."

Eve was an easy girl to find. She was outside feeding deer. Easy to spot because it seemed every animal within a ten mile radius had come to be around her. Deer sat before her, as she feed them handfuls of grain. Birds sat on her shoulders. Dogs, and such followed her around as he walked.

"You can always judge a person by how animals feel about them." Diaochan said, as she and her maids walked through the snow towards them.

"Thank you." Even said with a smile. "I'm just conversing with my subjects."

"A righteous queen." Wang nodded.

"Listen Eve." Xi started. "We've got an apology to make."

"So it was you." Eve sighed, and set her bag of feet down in the snow, much to the delight of the nearby deer. "Okay, let me have it."

Xi smiled sheepisly and brought the trinket out from her pocket and dropped it into Eve's hand. "It suited our purposes at the time."

Yang nodded, her eyes full of tears. "We're sorry for, any pain we caused you."

Eve looked at the key, and back up at them. "This was a bad thing you did, manipulating all of us to hate Nzinga.

"It suited our purposes at the time." Diaochan repeated Xi's line.

Even shook her head. "I don't like that answer." She looked between the four. "I'm sorry to say, but of all the contestants I like you four the least."

All four sets of eyes went wide. For some reason, that really struck them. It was the pain of a mother's rejection. Diaochan bowed her head. "We're sorry to disappoint you."

"You're the only one here who hasn't shared their motive."

"To serve, honored mother." Yang said gracefully. "Ever to serve."

Eve crossed her arms. "I'm sorry, you're precious girls, but I just can't be friends with liars."

Afterall, lying was a form of ****.

"It's been just awful to see you carrying around that sad face all day." Mark Anthony had his back pressed against one of the nozzles of the hot tub, and let the jet of water massage his lower back. "Still thinking of your friend?"

"I'm sorry." Cleo was slaying in her golden bikini, it's bright shine matching perfectly the dark hues of her skin. "I haven't been present, but yes. My mind's on Helen."

"Thank you for making that sacrifice for me." Mark Anthony said. "Your siblings, my friends, Helen, Satan, Rome, and God, there's always someone standing between us."

"That's our way." Cleo agreed. "Burned palaces, ruined kingdoms, lives destroyed." She smirked and sipped from a flute of champagne. "Woe to we, most cursed of lovers."

Mark Anthony extended his glass to clank it with hers. "There have never been two others!" He sipped from his flute as well, and sighed. He gazed around at the candles, and the star light, and the fruit glistening on that high sinful tree.

Cleo floated over towards him. "Let us do what we do best, ignore the hurricane, and be in the moment." She extended her hand to his crotch, and willed it to open. There was a 'ca-ching' sound, and with a snap, his balls were free. Cleo could sense that she was now out of money.nThat cockring floated to the bottom of the pool. She felt his member inflate in her hand like it was being filled with air. Even his balls seemed to swell, like fresh seed was getting churned out. She felt her heart flutter. It was happening it was finally happening.

"There we go!" Mark Anthony chuckled, and leaned back. "Now I feel you."

"I feel you!" Cleo laughed, and squeezed him hard. If there's one thing to say about Mark Anthony, it's that he was big. Like... a truly big cock, like Randy, not that Cleo knew anything about that. It throbbed in her hand to the beat of his heart. She wanted to do so many things with it all at once. "We've got all night." She reminded herself, and decided to go with what she'd been most craving all along.

She saddled up to him, placed her hands on his shoulder, and with the soft slushing of the water, let him slide on inside. The lube, the friction, the water, it was all a mater of course. His dick was made for her vagina, and the two came together like finest piece of machinery man had ever made.

"Yes!" She cried out, craning her head back, and thrusting her breasts forward. This was even better than Stan! Better than her fingers! Better than all those rancid fantasies, rotting holes in her brain like flies. This was love!

"This isn't going to take long." Mark Anthony laughed, and craned his head back. "Oh baby, I've missed you so much. I feel like I could cum right now. It's been ages."

"Literally." She giggled, and instead of the few quick humps he would need to blow his load, she just sat there, his dick deep inside of her. Instead she just clenched and unclenched her muscles, massaging him inside of her body. First pressure, then release, pressure, then release, like a hug, like many hugs. Like lovers at long last united.

"Yesss." He whimpered and hugged her. He buried his face against her wet tits, and licked at them. "I've missed you."

"Why wouldn't you." She kissed the top of his head. "I'm perfect."

"You're perfect." He repeated, and bit her nipple.

She gasped, and bit her own lip. "You've never done that before." She gasped, and kissed his head again.

"I saw a few things floating around that Hurricane that I've been dying to try."

"Make a list." Another kiss. "I want to do everything in the world with you."

He nodded, and gripped her back. He kissed, and licked at her breasts, but mainly just moaned and whimpered as she teased and massaged him inside of her. This went on for a while until eventually he said. "I want to cum."

"Yeah." She beamed and kissed him again. She rose up and brought herself back down on him.

"I want to cum inside of you."

"Oh yeah." Cleo gushed, and picked up the pace.

"I want to cum inside of you." He repeated, groaning.

"Yeah, put a baby in me. Give me a baby. Please please, meus theasaurus I need your ointment, your balm. It's the only thing that will soothe me. Please, please."

"Aaah." This man had two thousand years worth of jizz to give her, and he tried to do it all in one go. His orgasam came to him, and in turn he came in her. Everything in his body, pushed, and pulsed, and gave her what she wanted. She could feel the warmth spread through her, sacred and golden. His life **** inside of her, swimming hither, ti make life after ****. "By the gods." He gasped, and pressed himself to her chest.

She sighed, and held him there, her fingers in his hair. "Precious." She whispered, and closed her eyes, tears there once more. She put her lips to his scalp, and napped as his dick continued to pulse inside of her.

Oh baby!

Nzinga was feeling hot, she was feeling cool. She grabbed the cap off of a young man, and popped it on her head backwards. If there just so happened to be a skateboard laying around the lobby, she bet she could ride it.

The king had convinced Diaochan to return to Key to Eve, maybe that would help with her reputation recovery, and if not. Welp, she was feeling too cool to really care.

Her phone vibrated. "Go for the king." She answered.

"Wow, that's a cool way to answer the phone." Olympias said from the other side of the line.

"Cool is what I do, mama. What can I do you for?"

"Why are you talking like that?"

"No clue. I ate eight helpings of charisma this morning, and it's all just pouring out of me, dig?"

"Yeah I dig. Listen I'm eating Helen out over here... and I just wanted to know if you could come and finish her off."

Nzinga felt that sudden anxiety fill her being. There was... incomplete sex. The very thought made her break out into a cold sweat. "What a wicked way to play a girl." She sighed and grinned, upset, but still somehow keeping her cool. It was charming, it was so charming. "Yeah I hear you, what room are you in?"

"My Room."

"Got it."

Nzinga shook her head, and stuffed her hands in her pockets. "Better mosey on over there." She said to herself... cooly.

When the moseying was done, she entered Olympias' room. Helen was tied to the queen sized bed, it had four posts and a canopy. Though restrained she seemed happy, and was vacantly talking to Olympias about something. The giant was clothed, and didn't look very sexy at all. "Uh oh, bondage alert." Nzinga chuckled, as she came in. She cracked her fingers, and shed her blazer as came in. "What are we dealing with here."

"You're funny." Helen giggled.

"She needs seven points to survive this round. I gave her mound a kiss, and I need you to finish it. Do whatever you want to her, as long as you don't hurt her, and it gets her to points."

"Got it." She started to undo her tie, and slowly crawled onto the bed.

"You're taking this with remarkable grace.

Nzinga winked. "Oh I'm mad as hell, but I can't fight it. I don't know, all this charisma's kind of dulling my negative emotions. Guess I'm a cool cat now." She looked up at Helen. "Hey girl. You look so pretty, anyone ever tell you that?"

"Mmmhm!" Helen nodded.

"Yeah I bet. Listen honey, you've just cast a spell over me, and I've got to know what this pretty cunny of yours taste like. Is it okay if I give it a kiss?" Helen nodded her head gamely. "Yeah? You want me to eat you out?"

"Yeah yeah!" Helen moan and bucked her hips. "You're hot! You're making Helen' cunny all wet!"

"Mmm, that's nice to hear." Nzinga brought her hands along the ivory skin of the tied up idiot. Helen moaned and goose bumps ran up her body. The king enjoyed that change of texture, and continued to tease and rub her until the idiot was moaning and whining in equal measure. Patience apparently came with brains. "Do you like girls?"

"Helen like everyone." She answered. "Touch Helen now?"

"Mmm, I like men, but I like dressing them up like girls." She gave Helen a sly wink, and descended down on that sex. "Let's see what this trait is all about."

Now how did the harem do this? From what she could tell you just stuck your tongue out and shook your head like an idiot. She ran her tongue along the outside of Helen's lips, which was wet, thank you very much. And she, nodded kind of understanding that was going on. It wasn't a sexual gratification. She wasn't any hotter now than she had been, but it was nice. Hard to explain. This just simply... felt good. Like her brain was getting scratched, or something. "That's interesting." She said after a few test licks. "Okay, let's see where this goes. She entwined her arms with Helen's bound legs, and started to give it her all.

Nzinga, after some contemplation thought it was probably the taste. Her tongue was soaking and slurping up Helen's love juice like it was a Capri Sun. Which made sense to her, she was gluttony, taste would be a good way to work the trait. It's not that she tasted different, sweet, or savory, or grape, or anything like that. It's simply that Helen's natural flavor was delicious to the licking woman, and as such she took great joy in dipping her tongue inside Helen's wet hole, twirling her tongue, about and collecting what she could. But like any good meal, it was the texture too. Helen that perfect beauty was smooth as statue. Her lips were just, precious. Nzinga sucked, and licked at them, just enjoying the smooth feel on her tongue. Then when she peeled the flower up, and let Helen's rose bloom before her it was a treat all over again. All that precious pink meat, she licked, and kissed, and slobbered on it. The clit was especially fun to kiss, and lick. It was a good north star for her to return to, whenever she got lost in the fun of eating Helen out. Whenever she didn't know what she was doing, she knew she could simply raise her head a bit, kiss that lovely little button, and Helen would moan in response.

Nzinga lost track of time, her tongue held strong, her jaw didn't cramp up, she just let the minutes pass, her mind kind of just wandering as she did the deed. She was in no rush to get anywhere, and honest when Helen started huffing, and moaning she didn't really realize what was happening. That is, until her sweet little body starting convulsing, and twitching as that precious orgasm took her over.

"Ooooh Helen feel, aaaaaaah!" She moaned, and came.

Yet...

According to the Lodge's app, no change in points.

"What?" Olympias squeezed her phone tight, so tight she was in danger of breaking it. "Why didn't it work?"

"Yeah." Nzinga wiped her mouth, and sat up. "I was thinking this would happen when I was down there. We get points when we do stuff to Satan, not when he does stuff to us. Cleopatra mentioned Stan eating her out, but she didn't get anything from it."

"Dammit." Olympias sighed, she knew that, but Helen's trait had simply confused her. "That means."

Nzinga sighed, and got to her feet. "That means..." She gracefully kicked of her slacks and fell into a nearby chair, with just her panties on. "Helen's going to have to return the favor."

Olympias squinted, suspicious as a snake. "You're just going to go along with that?"

Nzinga smiled. "Well this is where me being mad as hell comes in." She raised her phone, and tapped it. "It says here that for every point she scores, you get BP. So the question is... what's saving Helen worth to ya?"