Nzinga Vs. Elizabeth

“Nzinga, come on up! It’s your turn to fight for your life.”

The King thing took a deep breath and accepted that, by the end of the day she might be nothing more than a mindless demon. “Guess I’ve got nothing to lose!”

She jumped onto the stage with a single bound and posed for the camera.

“I always said i did my best in the thick of battle, so show me the fatass that thinks they can claim my crown. Colonizers beware, you’ll find nothing but spears and blood in my kingdom.”

Skylar smiled. “That may have been a bad choice of words Nzinga.”

The stage opened up a second time, and a million bats billowed up from the hole like smoke from a power plant.

Mark Anthony began to make his introduction. “Here by popular demand! The bane of the innocent has entered the game.”

A bathtub began to raise up out of the abyss and the only sign of its bather was a single ivory leg dangling from its rim.

“The countess of blood! What sin condemned this woman to hell? Was it her pride, compelling her on a mad quest to persevere her beauty forever? No! It was her gluttony! Her thirst for the blood of the innocent! Which she harvested through **** and unholy means!”

The camera panned up a little bit to show the bath filled with a deep crimson liquid and topped with rose petals. Bubbles of air began to boil up from its depths. That pale foot curled its toes, showing of neatly painted red nails.

“Introducing someone who was doubtlessly a good woman, who had horrible rumors made up about her by men so they could take her land and seal her inside a wall, it’s pop culture’s interpretation of Elizabeth Bathory!”

Like the devil emerging from hell Elizabeth Bathory rose up from her bath, drenched in the red liquid. Which must not have been blood since it rolled right off her body, and didn't congeal into a disgusting gel. Regardless, she was a tall and imposing brunette, her curly brown air was currently wetted down into tendrils that clung to her back. She stepped out of the tub with a truly supernatural grace. She held her hands out, and the bats returned! They fitted her with a long silk robe, and draped it over her, much of her naked and pale body left exposed.

Though the audience wasn't cheering for this monster, there was a forbidden appeal to her that had many buzzing with sexual allure.

She smirked at the lot of them, and licked her lips hungrily, then as if struck by lightning, she froze. Blinked. Then frowned. "W-where am I?"

"You're on Harem Hotel Sweetie." Skylar announced from her table.

"I... I'm sorry I don't know what that is." Her voice was sweet and clearly scared.

"It's a game show. You're competing to become Lucifer's wife, and to rule over his harem with him in eternal damnation."

If she had any color to lose, Elizabeth would have lost it. "That sounds awful, why would I ever want that?" She suddenly stiffened up, blinked her eyes, and licked her lips. "Sorry about that." She let out a cold, mirthless chuckle. "Hello snacks, I'm Elizabeth Bathory, Lucifer's Ex. I'm rather insulted I didn't make it to the show the first round, but so it goes. I'm here now, and I'm here to win." She looked over at Nzinga and gave her the world's nastiest smile. "Hey there."

Erica

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"Oh, they're ALL freaks!"

Elizabeth Bathory

Bride of The Devil

"I'm sorry, I'm still a little confused, I don't remember signing up for this show."

"Oh, well we have your signature right here, signed in... ahem... blood."

"No, that's impossible...I..."

"Why don't we start with a little introduction and move on from there, yeah? Who are you, and why are you competing?"

"My Name is Elizabeth Bathory, I'm a Countess from The Kingdom of Hungary. I... I don't know why I'm competing I just woke up here."

"I see, well that's going to hurt your chances. Winners need a clear goal. So, I chose you for the sin of gluttony, what are you thinking of bringing to the table to reflect that sin?"

"I... I don't know! I suppose maybe I drink too much wine on occasion... oh my word... is this hell? Am I being punished for my drinking?"

"Honey, you've been in hell for six hundred years. You just got out."

"That... that's impossible! I don't remember a thing!"

Skylar gave them their assignment. They had fifteen minutes to become the Harem's chef, in whatever form they thought that would take.

The cameras followed Elizabeth into her dressing room and caught the following audio while she was lost in the aisles of clothing.

"This clothing is so vulgar."

"You mean sexy."

"I couldn't wear this in private let alone in front of those people. This just isn't going to work out, I need to resign from from this game, and accept whatever fate awaits me. If I am one of the damned, thenmy fate is earned, I leave myself at the mercy of Christ Almighty."

"Hey, hey don't talk like that. Let me wear it, it'll be okay. God helps those who help themselves, maybe this is your chance to redeem yourself from all those nasty things you did."

"I don't remember ever..."

"Hey, don't I always take care of you?"

"Y-yes."

"Good, now go to sleep. I'll take care of everything."

"D-d-don't hurt anyone."

"Sssssh go to sleep."

After fifteen minutes had passed, Mark Anthony was back on the Mic. "Ladies and gentlemen, for your consideration, Elizabeth Bathory, as Gluttony!"

Out onto stage came a mobile kitchen unit, rolled in by stagehands. It was stocked with meats and vegetables.

Elizabeth and five other people came on stage. Three women and two men, who wore nothing but chef hats, aprons, and fishnet stockings with heels, they were chained to Elizabeth's left hand via five dog collars. She herself strutted on stage in ballet heels that **** her feet into an unnatural angle and ran all the way to her thighs. She wore a slick latex dress and over that a slick latex apron. Her makeup was dark and brooding, and her curly hair vanished under a chef's hat.

She lead the five chained individuals forward on stage, giving them almost no slack on their leashes, always keeping their asses in range of a wooden spoon she kept in her hand, and swung around like a scepter.

Once she was at the small kitchen she'd set up, she loosened the chains on her eomployees, and they ran to their seperate stations, and began working on various aspects of the kitchen.

"Cooking for an entire harem is a tall order, so I'm grateful for my team. I know it's a big responsibility for a **** to have her own servants, but I keep them in line." Her head snapped to the vegetable station. "Gregory!" She shouted. "I fucking said Julianne, the carrots, why the fuck are you cutting them into cubes?" She lit his exposed ass up with that wooden spoon, wap wap wap. She left big welts to grow where she struck him, and he cried out in pain.

"Sorry chef, I'll start over."

Elizabeth grabbed him by the hair and jerked him down onto the cutting board. "I apologize to the carrots for wasting them."

"I'm... I'm sorry, carrots. I'm sorry I wasted you."

"Tell them your slut brain runs on stupid."

'M-my slut brain runs on stupid I'm sorry."

She smacked him one last time, and let him go.

"Discipline is very important. Slaves are lazy by nature and are always trying to shirk their responsibilities. That's why you need someone dedicated to discipline to watch over them." She pressed herself against the backside of a girl, whisking something in a bowl. "Don't you think I'm dedicated to discipline Christiana?"

The woman gulped and nodded her head. "Yes, chef."

Elizabeth knelt down and spread Christiana's butt cheeks so the camera could get a look at a little ruby sticking out of her butthole. She gently tugged on the gem, and with a bit of ****, the girls' butthole began to dialated, and produce the rounded metal bottom of a buttplug. "We've got one for their cunts too, and cages for the fellows. You've got to keep these sluts plugged in the kitchen, or they'll just leak and jizz everywhere.

After this, she walked over to the oven, and brought out a plate of meals that'd been prepped already. Eight dishes sat on a circular platter, while a larger 9th, sat on it's own separate plate. Elizabeth sat down the platter of eight and tugged on a girl's collar. "Okay, Karen you're on slut sauce detail."

An older blonde woman nodded, and squatted over the platter. Weeping, she pulled a large dildo out of her cunt, and placed it in her mouth for safe keeping. She then stuck her fingers up her cunt, swirled them around, and then took them out. Then she rubbed her fingers over the chicken on a plate like she was basting it with a glaze. Once the chicken was appropriately soaked in slut honey, Elizabeth tapped the tray with the toe of her boot and spun the next dish in front of Karen. This process continued until the whole meal was ruined in this way, and each dish stunk of milf cunt.

But Karen's humiliation was not done there. The other man came over with a series of eight champagne flutes. He held one to Karen's cunt like she was a beer tap.

Sobbing from the humiliation, Karen closed her eyes and let her bladder relax. She quietly pissed into each of the flutes, not to the brim, but maybe a quarter. When she was done, the man, stuck the rim of each flute up her vagina so each flute was rimmed with her honey, like salt on a margarita. After that the man stepped away, filled the flutes the rest of the way up with champagne, and set them all up on the tray, to be delivered to the harem.

The final girl, Heather, finished her preparations and stood ready to take the platter. Her arms were tied back in an armbinder. A serving tray sat against her waist, suspended by thin chains clipped to her nipples. She was gagged and wore a posture collar. Like her mistress, she was wearing ballet shoes. The dish was set down on her serving tray, causing her to hiss, and snort through her gag.

Elizabeth took the Master's Meal in her hands and let Heather walk behind her. "Dinner is served." She beamed, presenting her meal to the audience.

Cleopatra

Queen of The Nile

"We thought Olympias was bad. This woman's nuts!"

"There was a lot going on there." Satan beamed. "First of all, welcome back, my love. I've missed you since the divorce."

Elizabeth smirked. "You know it's funny I never signed the paperwork. I was just thrown into a coffin and burried for a century."

"It's in the mail."

Skylar tilted her head and smiled. "I thought that was a fun little scene. I thought it showed a lot. Sadism, humiliation, bondage, I'm a fan."

"You try to feed me tinkle, I'll shove it up your foofie!" Boudica roared from the audience.

"Ignore her." Skylar glowered.

"Honestly, watching that scene play out, I can't remember why I ever broke up with you." Lucifer laughed.

"Good." Elizabeth smiled. "Now instead of a kitchen, just imagine me in charge of your entire harem." She tugged on her leashes, harshly, and her five assistants all fell to the ground around her feet, where she harshly started prodding them with her heels. "Come, home baby, Mama's waiting for you."

Erica

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It's amazing, I didn't think anyone could get me to roof for Nzinga after what she did to Stan, but here we are. Go Nzinga!"

Nzinga watched from the wings as Elizabeth's props were taken off stage, and she joined Marie in the audience. That was... a very good performance.

"Ah well." She laughed. "Time to leave it all out on the field!"

Her music started blaring, and she ran out on stage to the applause of the audience. She didn't have a skit prepared for the audience, this was all about charisma. Luckily she'd boosted it a bit during the week but was nowhere near the radiant sun she was earlier in the week.

She trotted on stage wearing nothing but an apron, a popular item for this particular suggestion. She had flour coating her hands, all the way up to her elbows, and her feet all the way up to her knees. It looked like she was wearing gloves and knee-highs. As she came out, she danced and twirled her body slowly letting its juiciness entrance the audience. With a few more meals under her tight belt, there was no more denying it Nzinga was getting pudgy. It wasn't that bimbo shake she'd snuck during breakfast, either. Her breasts and butt were larger jigglier and had more bounce, but the rest of her did as well. You'd be hard pressed to find the fit warrior in there now, she was pure softness, though not yet fat by any means. She simply had the body of someone who USED to be an athlete.

As the music swelled, she ripped off her apron and revealed that her pussy was covered in whipped cream and chocolate sauce. A happy trail of the sweetness led straight from her mound to her belly button. "I am the treat." She winked, and slid on her apron over to the edge of the stage, so the audience could get nice and close. She winked at the judges. She left perfect white handprints on her tit, as she squeezed it with one hand, the other reached down into all that cream and began to play with herself. She moaned, rubbed, and closed her eyes, so everyone could see what a sweet slut she really was.

Then when that had played out its welcome she brought the hand up, and sucked it clean. "Your turn." She husked and turned around, so the audience could see that her bimbo-fied ass was also covered in flour. The words "Eat Me." Where written in the stuff. She twerked it for the audience for a moment before she spanked herself and sent out a big cloud of white dust into the air.

When it settled, the camera zoomed in on her asshole, where a little red stem was poking out. Once that had everyone's attention, she reached back and pulled free a little red cherry, which she took and sucked on suggestively.

She twerked some more. "The devil deserves a little dessert, I think." She winked and smiled. "Luckily I'm so sweet, even my ass is edible." She shook her ass once, twice three more times, then planted her knees as... *Sigh*

A fart ripped from her ass, and the whip cream enema she'd given herself backstage, sprayed the judge's table like it was sea world.

Satan laughed uproariously and opened his mouth to catch some of the sweet favor flying out her asshole.

"Hi mom." Nzinga signed, waving a camera. Still not done, she lowered her fingers down to her creamy leaking asshole and started to finger it until she was moaning, panting, and eventually cumming. As she came, she spun over onto her back, spat the knotted cherry stem into satan's open hand, and struck one final pose, completely covered in cream, flouer, and chocolate, she had one leg pulled up over her head while her long unnatural tongue stretched down to her sex, to lick it all clean.

The audience roared. "Bravo! Bravo!" They chanted.

Satan himself was laughing and clapping. "I'm not sure the health inspectors going to like what he just saw."

Skylar just stood there, speckled with white flakes of ass cream. It might as well have been gore from an exploded mine. Her eyes were wide, and she was shaking in horror.

"I think you broke our host." Lucifer laughed, clapping all the harder.

"It was in her butt." Skylar said, haunted. "It was in her butt..."

"Everyone's a freak until it's time to get shat on." Lucifer chuckled. "Very nice Nzinga, I could really sense the desperation to stay alive against an audience that hates you. That's really appealing to me."

"Thank you, I'm doing so well in the game, I know I can win this. I want to keep playing."

"Of course, because I'm such a catch." He winked. "Unfortunately, that's not up to me, for some reason... It's up to all the sinners out there. Audience you know the drill vote on who'll become our new gluttony and who goes back to hell. Will it be my bitch of an ex-wife, or the woman who tried to take me by ****? Either way." He winked again. "It looks like I lose."

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