Erica Vs. Marie Antoinette

When the fifteen minutes were up, both teams were ushered out of their rooms, and put into opposite wings of the back stage. Satan and Skylar both sat at the judges table along with you. Mark Anthony was one stage, keeping the audience warmed up, but when it was time. He spoke in a clear voice. “Ladies and gentlemen, and it’s time to welcome to the your candidate for Sloth, Marie Antoinette!”

Marie skipped on stage looking like a doll who’d come to life. Her feet were swaddled in plush bunny slippers, and ruffle socks. She was wearing a new even cuter dresses, which was a cloud of petticoats, and frills. She had little lace gloves on her hands, and was carrying a blue purse, and a stuffed bunny. Her hair was curled into a messy mass of ringlets, and ribbons, which was kept somewhat in place by a hairband topped with rabbit ears. The whole outfit was white, with blue trims accenting the clothing.

She skipped around the stage, singing some kind of song in french, as she went. She gave the camera winks and kisses, and fluttered her big blue eyes as she did. The crowed was going wild.

“She’s so cuuuuuuute!” They screamed, growing absolutely rapid with adoration.

She giggled, and and lifted up the back of her skirt, to show off a puffy white diaper that she shook around like a rabbit’s tail.

When her little song came to an end, she bowed before the judges, and cleared her voice. “*Ahem* Hey everybody I’m Marie Antoinette, and I’m the nastiest little girl here! I’m a spoiled little brat, and all I want to do all day is lay around, be pampered and play with my pretty pink poozi, so it’s wet for Papa!” She giggled, and twisted shyly. “Papa’s the best because he makes the other slaves do what I say, and he let’s me suck on his baba. I love Papa’s baba because if I suck on it hard enough, I get milkies! Little girls like me need our milkies so we can grow up to be good little sluts, that’s what papa says. Oh!” She smacked herself on her forehead. “I almost forgot. Papa doesn’t let me have any boyfriends, because he owns my poozi, so don’t tell him about this…” She reached into her blue purse, and brought out the bunny rabbit stuffed animal. Around it’s waist was a angry looking red strap-on, which she kissed and nuzzled. “This is my boyfriend Louis! Isn’t he the cutest? When daddy’s sleeping with his slaves Louis keep me company! We have our special playtime every-night, but Louis get jealous because whenever I cum, I cry out for Papa!” She giggled.

Erica

Avatar of Joan of Arc

“Ah, fuck, she’s a freak!”

Satan was grinning ear to ear, and so was Skylar. Our host was one of the ones, up on her feet howling for the cutie.

“Okay!” Mark Anthony announced, running his hand through his curly hair. “That was quite an entrance! Judges, what do you think of Marie so far?”

“Oh I’m just in love!” Skylar gushed. “You are just the cutest little thing! I want seven more of you. Your outfit is just so precious, and cuddly, it’s perfect.”

Satan nodded his head. “The cute outfit doesn’t really do anything for me, other than instill me with the massive desire to destroy whatever’s wearing it. Are you okay with me fucking you like that?”

Marie giggled. “I like when Papa plays rough with me. I know it’s punishment for being stupid enough to be born a girl. He gets scary when he slaps me, but I'm just grateful he's paying attention to me.”

There was a rolling moan of disgust from the contestants, as she said those words. Even Diaochan wouldn’t talk like that just to make Satan happy. It was uncomfortable to hear, to say the least.

“I like that.” Satan licked his lips

“Mmmhmmm mhmm.” Skylar nodded along. “That’s exactly that attitude I’m going for with this season. Contestants have to relish being slaves to the most evil thing in the universe.”

Satan nodded. “But I’m concerned, that you want it too much. I’m going to be honest with you Marie, once I’ve conquered something I get bored with it. I worry breaking you isn’t going to be as satisfying as my current little girl, ya know?”

Marie didn’t miss a beat, her eyes started watering, and she began to whimper. “Papa I don’t want to play with the other slaves, I just want to stay in my room and snuggle with you. No! Don’t make me lick them Papa they taste funny. Waaaaaah!” She burst into tears, and hugged Louis close to her chest.

Satan smirked. “Okay so you’ve got the acting chops to keep things interesting.”

Skylar tilted her head. “What makes you a good candidate for Sloth, what are you going to bring to the table?”

Instantly Marie’s eyes were dry, she twisted around on stage, and as she did she jerked Louis’ plastic cock. “I’m going to be Papa’s totally spoiled little girl. I won’t lift a finger to help anyone, unless he tells me to. I’m gonna order the other slaves around, and they’ll do what I say, because I’ll totally be Papa’s favorite. And if they don’t I’ll throw a big nasty tantrum.”

“Lazy little brat.” Skylar said, with a good hint of admiration to her voice.

Satan spoke up. “Couldn’t help but notice you’re wearing a diaper. You gonna shit yourself?”

Crass, but a fair question to ask any potential lover.

She looked at him innocently. “If you want me to papa.” She batted her eyes. Let none question the decadence and hedonism of the late french monarchy. “But no. I’m so wet and drippy from playing with myself all day, that I have to wear it, our i’ll just be dripping, everywhere, and leaving puddles. And I’m much too lazy to clean all that up.” She batted her eyes again. “But if you don’t want me to wear it papa, I’ll leak everywhere for you.”

Satan was chuckling. “Haha, okay I think I've heard enough. Thank you Marie. It’s been a treat.”

“Merci.” She curtsied, and skipped off stage, to join the other contestants in the audience. They all gave her nasty, and unwelcoming looks.

“Now that’s a contender.” Skylar gushed. “You all should take notes from her, you could learn a thing or two… if you survive.” She looked at her sheet. “Okay, next up is Erin, show us what you got.”

“Erica!” She shouted back from behind the curtain. “You know my fucking name Skylar!”

“Okay, okay Erica, geez.”

Brittany Spear’s Toxic began to play over the speakers, and Erica came trampsing out in her usual school uniform. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail Molly would be proud of, and she strutted her stuff. Were it not for Brittany Spears Erica would have felt ridiculous and frumpy, but this was her power song, and Spears was an ICON! So she lip synced to the song, did a few awkward dance moves, and all together looked like she was having a fun time considering the stakes. The confidence and vigor with which she moved“Cause you know that I’m toxiiiiic.”

About half way through the song the record scratched, and that oh so iconic line, rang out. “My Loneliness is killing me…”

Out from the wings, came strutting a sexy figure, almost all legs in her short skirted uniform.

“I must confess, I still believe…”

Joan slinked out out looking like sex in heels. Her cropped hair was gone, replaced with two shoulder length pigtails that went down her her shoulders. Her button up blouse was mostly opened revealing a bra, while her white knee highs, sat comfortably in a pair of blue heels.

“When I’m not with you, I lose my mind…”

That was her voice!

She whipped her hair her hair around, and threw her hand up in the air, thrust her chest out, and pumped her hips, causing her skirt to flip up, and blind the audience with it’s radiant perfection.

“Give me a sign…”

She and Erica crossed to meet in the middle of the stage. The taller leggier blonde threw her leg over the brunette’s shoulder. Erica held her back, and dipped her backwards as together they belted out the last lyrics.

“Hit me baby one more time!”

When the song was over, they broke apart. And got into new positions.

Erica laid down, and hiked her skirt up, revealing that her entire vagina had been pierced shut. Gauges ran through her pussy lips, and were connected to their partner across the lane, by a small ring. As she showed this bling off to the camera, she started rubbing her clit. She made a show at it, moaning, and biting her lips, and groping the breast with the free hand. “Oooh, ooh, ooh yeah, Molly yeeeeah!”

Joan pantomimed opening a door, like in high school theater. And gasped as she saw what Erica was doing. They were a good contrast on stage. Erica in her red and black uniform, while Joan was in her Blue, and white. “Erica you dumb slut, what did you do to your pussy?” Joan’s voice came out in a perfect Valley Girl accent. No traces of the good natured but ultimately horrible accident the author has been trying to convey.

Despite being 'walked in on' Erica didn't slow her rubbing. She kept making semicircles over her clit, her new piercings rattled and shook in her lips. "I'm tired of Daddy fucking my slut tunnel, so I pierced it shut. My pussy is girls only now, and if he doesn't like it he can lick my clit."

Joan scoffed at this. "You're such a dumb lesbo. How's Daddy going to fuck you, if he can't spread your lips? Huh?"

Erica scoffed. "That's the point cock for brains. He can't!"

Joan huffed, and stamped her foot. "I'm gonna tell! You're being a bad girl!"

Erica rolled her eyes. "You're such a narc! If you tell, I'm not going to eat you out when you go to bed anymore!"

"Fine with me! Daddy will be too busy fucking me for being such a good girl for him!" She lifted up her skirt. "Look!" She revealed her own pussy, which had a cunt spreader inside of it, helping her gape.

"You're such a goodie two shoes!" Erica whined brattily!

"That right lesbo. A good girl keeps herself wet and loose so daddy can fuck her whenever he wants" She got closer to Erica and as she did, she placed her fingers in her cunt, and ran her fingers around them like she was trying to produce a sound on a glass. "Drowning in all that pussy must have waterlogged your brain lesbo." She placed her foot under Erica's body and flipped her over like a pancake.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"You've got to be a good girl Erica. I don't want daddy to punish you. I want us to share his yummy cock, like sisters should." She placed her knee down on Erica's back, and took her dripping fingers out of her cunt.

"Stop it! I'm a carpet muncher, I hate Daddy's cock."

"That's not what you say when you're bouncing on it!" Joan sang. "Let me help you be a good girl." Her wet digits began to prod and poke at Erica's backside, before finally sliiiiiding in. "Theeeeeere we good, good cock meat. Your body loves getting stuffed, we're such twinsies."

"Oooooh sis!" Erica moaned, as she felt her ass penetrated for the first time.

"If we get your ass loose enough for Daddy to fuck, maybe he won't be mad about your pussy." She gathered up some of the nectar leaking from Erica's locked up pussy, and applied it around her asshole. "Be sure to keep it nice and wet for me."

"Oh, sis, oh yes, yes, you're the best."

Joan giggled, "I'm daddy's good girl!"

The curtains closed on the scene, the two jumped apart from each other and immediately rubbed themselves down with towels.

"Gross gross gross." Erica moaned, wiping her ass.

"I am so sorry Erica, that was disgusting." Joan signed, washing her own fingers off. "Yick."

"Okay, not that disgusting I hope." Erica laughed. "Ugh, that was so wrong."

The curtains rolled up, and they were greeted with cheers, and smiles from Satan. "I didn't think you two had it in you."

Skylar was nodding. "I agree, that was great to see. I think Joan was a **** to be reckoned with there."

"Agreed." Satan nodded. "I love the idea of turning you into my own little saint, following and enforcing my rules on this poor little girl you dragged into my life."

Joan said nothing, simply keeping her arms crossed.

Seeing this Lucifer looked to Joan's left, and give Erica a smile. "You did great baby, I thought you played the perfect bratty teenager. I really got the feeling that you didn't want me coming in your bedroom every night to fuck you."

"Really?" Erica beamed. "That's awesome! Because yeah, that's like, tottally what we were going for, you know?"

"Well it showed, I thought the story telling in that scene was terrific."

"Thank you daddy." Erica giggled.

"Did you actually pierce your cunt?"

"No." Erica lifted her skirt up, without even thinking of the audience seeing all of her. She fiddled with the piercings for a moment, and they seemed to slide out of her, without leaving a mark. Even the gauges which left big holes in her lips, showed no sign of being there. "It's costume jewelry."

"Good." Lucifer smiled. "I want to be there when my baby girl mutilates herself like that."

Erica was to drunk with praise to say anything to that. Only silly little giggles."

"Tell me Joan." Skylar asked. "What does your team bring to Sloth? Hmm?"

"First of all we are two people, so twice as good there. For the sloth, Erica you know, she is the loser who need the constant motivation to follow the rules of the harem. I am the good sister, who drags her out of bed to get to work. But at times I need to learn to relax, so she help. This is the dynamic, we have things to teach each other."

"Well it was an impressive performance, especially considering who it was coming from. I'm not convinced that you two are the superior little girls, but that's not up to me to decide." The camera pans towards the computer sitting in the thrid and empty seat. "We're leaving it up to the audience! All your planning, your trials, your tribulations, they can all be wiped away with the simple click of a button! So tell us, audience who's advancing to the next round, and who's getting eliminated?"

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