Discipline is The Dame of Desire

Boudica

Queen of The Iceni

“Okay, perverts, as expected, my quota is full today, thanks to yesterday being a challenge.” She took her phone and pointed it towards the camera. A big pink 10 bounced in place on screen. “So my day’s… well I want to say the f word, but you all already know. So instead of just rubbing the day away I figured I’d give you stupidheads something to look at, so here we go.”

Boudica leans back in her chair, and sticks her hand down her shorts.She begins to make slow circles round her lips, she doesn’t seem to be any kind of a hurry, so she just toys with her lips for a while, getting everything lubed up and happy. Slowly her free hand started to rub her body, after first petting her exposed belly, then her thighs, and eventually it reached the inevitable conclusion of her big breasts. Slowly she started to rub and fondle her breast, still not completley familiar with the **** heft of those giants. “I bet yer all happy with your votes for these puppies.” She sighed to the camera. “I look ridiculous with these things filling up me dresses. Like I’m smuggling fruit in the cups or somethin’.”

She sighed and sunk deeper into her chair, her shy ministrations were starting to get to her. She’d gotten pretty familiar with the mechanics of masturbation, and she was able to robotically power through them pretty well. It’s not like she had fantasies or anything like that to fill the void. She was only doing this to avoid the unbearable tidal wave that would come at night.

Which is not to say she was frigid. Randy would pop into her mind occasionally, or some other lover from a distant time, but no fantasies. No Prince whisking her away, no masked ballroom, no dark dungeon, just the generic intrigues, and sensations of sex.

“Aaah.” She sighed, grimacing slightly, as her first orgasam took her. Her leg shook, and she cringed, but there were better cam girls to watch. This was like watching a person perform chores on stream. “Alright.” She dried her fingers off and picked up her phone. She showed the audience that the 10 had turned into a 9.

“Just going to cool down for a second.” She looked at her phone, and read some of the comments that came rolling in. “What sort of bimbo has read hair?” She looks at the camera. “Well I’m not a bimbo, stupidhead, I wear underwear too, is that a problem?”

FarraFanatic4119: We can’t even see your pussy.

McDude: Booooooooring

Ano1133: Boring

Anon9423: Great Tits

“Boring?” Boudica banged her fist on the table. “I just let you watch me wank! That’s more action than this whole chat has combined.”

MeanBean: Boudica just admit that you’re a virgin.

“Who you callin’ a virgin? I’ve had plenty of lovers!” She gruffed and closed her eyes, suddenly remembering that she has to cater to these fools so she can finally get a reward. “You know what? fine. What do you losers want to see huh? Tell me how I can be sexy for you in the comments huh? Then we’ll see who the virgins are!”

—--

Olympias scrolled through her phone, while sipping on a cup of coffee. Her breakfast laid destroyed before her, and she was just getting ready to start plotting her day away.

“Hey bestie!” Atossa wiggled her way over to Olympias’ table and sat a mimosa down on her side of the table. The fat-assed milf squished her cheeks into her seat and sat two mimosa's down on her own side. “Oh lord.” She sighed, dramatically collapsing in her seat. “I got my tube packed something fierce last night, honey, let me tell you. That Mark Anthony cutie… it’s like getting fucked by an elephant trunk Woof!”

Olympias gave her a blank face. “What are you doing?”

“Just dishing some hot goss, with my drinking buddy.” Atossa clanked her glass against Olympias’ and chugged one of her drinks down.

“Oh right.” Olympias nodded. “You’re my minion now.”

“Minion!” Atossa giggled, snorting obnoxiously as she did. “Yeeees queen, of course. So what’s up girl? Got anything cooking?”

“Please stop talking like that.”

“Wish I could baby.” Atossa laughed, though her eyes did not. “I’m freakin’ stuck this way.” She sipped from her second glass. “This helps.” She took a larger gulp. “This helps a lot.”

So this is what happened to the losers. Olympias observed the cougar with interest. A soul trapped in a body, from what she could tell. Not pleasant. Just a pair of eyes watching a caricature of herself ruin her life and reputation. “I couldn’t think of a better punishment for opposing me.”

“I don’t know what I was thinking, you are too fierce for me. But for real, give me some tea, have you gotten your hands on that yummy snack Stan yet? I swear half my brain is dedicated to drooling over him.”

“Not yet, my time with him is in a few days.”

“Your time?” Atossa looked at Olympias aghast. “What are you talking about? Aren’t you the wife?” She leaned away from the table and waved her glass in the air. “Hey can we get some refills over here, thaaaaaaanks, okay.”

Olympias crossed her arms. “What do you mean?”

A blush was rising over Atossa’s lovely face. “Well, all due Queen Bee, it seems to me you’re waiting for permission to take over this Harem. Ya know? It’s like… oh thank you honey.” Atossa was suddenly very distracted by the waiter dropped off a few more drinks. “You’re cute.”

“Please focus.” Olympias sipped from her own glass. Not bad.

“Ugh, I can’t. I see a younger man, and I just ahwoooooga.” She watched sadly as the waiter walked away, but not before she managed to goose his cute ass. “Call me! Anyway, you’re halfway through the competition. Stop waiting for permission from the master, from the audience just do it.”

“They’re still competitors. Without the master’s permission or a trait, I can’t make them do anything.”

“Girl!” Atossa cried. “You are freaking Olympias baby! Did your son leave anyone unconquered?”

“Of course not.”

“Did you let your husband stand in the way of him becoming king?”

“No.”

“Did you wait for old age to take him?”

“Of course not, I had him killed.”

“Boom, that’s my girl! We are proud women, you and me. We are cougars. We go on the hunt! You make it clear that things around this hotel are running the way you want!”

Olympias smirked. “You ended up being useful after all, you’re right. I’ve been waiting until the game is finished to take control, I should have been on this since day one… Atossa.” Olympias clinked her glass. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you sweetie.” Atossa winked.

With a plan in her mind, Olympias picked her phone back up. Sweet sweet, Helen had done such a good job last night, that Olympias already had enough points to upgrade her traits all over again. “That girl is the best thing to ever happen to me.” She grinned and brought up her upgrade page.

Upgrade!

Mistress On Deck!++

The amount of time members of the harem must stand at attention is further increased. Additionally, Pride may now personalize the salute, and phrase each member gives when she comes into the room.

“Perfect.”

Eve

The First Woman

“This isn't where we usually do the confessionals..."

"Yeah, Boudica has kind of taken over that room, so we're using and auxiliary."

"This is a broom closet."

"So we're taking you out shopping today, as required by your new punishment. Any thoughts on this newest transformation?"

"My babies are so sweet, they gave me a punishment that hardly affects me at all!”

——-

Eve stepped out from The Lodge's limo and onto the streets of Aspin, where an old timey brickand mortar general store waited for her. “Ah, nothing like the feel of snow between my toes!” She hopped around the snowbanks some before heading inside. The people of Aspin were floor, and floored again by their ancient mother presence on their streets. At first the prudish community was just shocked by the nudity, but it doesn't take long for a human to realize the perfection inherent in the form. It would be like object to a sunset for being so vibrant. Would you drag curtains across the horizon, or would you gawk at it, as it passes?

“Welcome in, please let me know if I can be of any help.” Said a cute-looking clerk behind the counter. He had an old pharmacist jacket on to complete his look.

“Your store is so cute!” Eve gushed, and picked up her hair so it wouldn’t trail along the floor. “Where’s the cheap stuff?” Her eyes scanned over shelves of bizarre items, foods, and clothing.

“How cheap?”

With a smile Eve revealed a single gold coin, half of everything she owned.

Suddenly seeming disinterested in her patronage the man gestured to the candy rack in front of his register, the impulse purchases.

These things were parlor tricks it seemed, compared to some of the upgrades and items other contestants had already claimed. A different hair style for the day, green eyes, orgasmic sneezes, in the end she grabbed a gum ball, and tossed the clerk her coin. “Keep the change.”

"What the hell is this?" Mary asked, ankle deep in snow, and pretty much just a bra protecting her from the elements. Admittedly it was a modest bra, but even the most puritan of underwear couldn't save this girl from frostbite.

Erica was fairing slightly better, but adding sweats to her school girl outfit, wasn't helping either.

Only Elizabeth came fully prepared with winter wear.

"Woah." Randy looked shocked when the two contestants came to him in the lodge's activity area. "You two are not dressed for the weather, you gotta get inside."

"Ya think?" Mary growled. "You fucking told us tocome here dick."

"I expected clothes!"

"Well, show's what you know." Erica laughed and did an about-face. "We're Daddy's inside girls." She and Mary both headed back inside before they became slut-cicles.

"Oh boy, at least I got you out of there." Randy looked sheepishly to Elizabeth.

The young woman hugged herself, both from the snow, and of course the events of the morning. The pleasant wound on her body throbbed, and her unfamiliarly large breasts squished. “Please you have to get me out of here, this place is evil. I'll pay I'll do anything, just please help me."

"No can do Snow Bunny." Randy sighed. "We're trapped."

"I don't know what I did to deserve this, I live a good life."

The handsome man nodded. "Even good people get wrapped up in this show, it's not a reward it's not punishment. It's just random. It's like a wildfire. It sweeps through and destroys everything. Then the heat opens up seed pods, and all we can do is hope that what grows up from the scorched land is more beautiful than what was there before."

Elizabeth wasn't expecting poetry. "I see you're resigned to your fate then."

"I like my job." He looked at his shoes, then up at her sheepishly. "Sorry."

Elizabeth shrugged, this small betrayal nothing compared to her morning. "You at least saved me from my fate this morning, so you have my thanks."

"You have one night where you have to sleep with your master, and the wrap up at the end of the week. Other than that, you've got a vacation wonderland to enjoy and explore. I suggest just taking it easy, and enjoying yourself while you can."

"With you?" Elizbeth cocked an eyebrow and it was the first indication this woman might have any sense of humor what so ever.

"Why not? People have done it before?

"Is the trail actually fun, or is it another trick?"

"No tricks, just snow, and sun."

"And you."

"And me, unfortunately."

Elizabeth shook her head and looked out at the mountains. "I suppose if I want to get away from all of this... I might as well get away."

"That's the spirit."

——-

How impossibly cruel fate was. After centuries, of praying, begging, wailing, suffering, She finally had Mark Anthony back. In her arms, in her bed, in her body! Then, he saw her for the greedy demon, she'd become and left. What horror, what tragedy? She looked everywhere for him, but no one on the crew had seen him. None of the harem either. He just vanished, into that same hole Morgan had gone through no doubt, wherever that was. To have the thing you would die for, and for it to turn you away? It was a pain beyond contemplation.

Beyond the hurt, there was something else: vengeance.

Cleo had been happy to drop out of the game, she had what she wanted. She would have treaded water until the end and would have stayed out of the way. But Erica and her attack dog had to push it, they had to push her.

She supposed she understood, her mind was clearer now. Cleo had all but declared war on Erica last week, and made it clear what she would do with her points. She could understand why Erica would try to preempt that.

Fuck understanding.

No one goes after Cleopatra and escapes unbitten. If that slutty school girl would have just listened she would have seen that Cleo was no threat. She cared nothing for the game. Only her love.

But **** was a tomorrow project, today she had a hot date with Stan. That cute sweet young man forged from the embers of Satan. She’d missed him, in that strange way we miss people we’ve only known for days.

She was doing her makeup which for Cleopatra was a task of an entirely different magnitude than the others. She sat at Mark Anthony’s dresser in only her underwear, when the door opened up.

She sprang to it like a puppy. “My love!” Stan Could wait, the show could wait, for Mark Anthony the world could wait. But she only found herself colliding against the mountain that was Olympias.

The Amazon looked down at her prey with her ever-present cruelty.

Immediately Cleo turned around, dropped her panties, and spread her ass cheeks with her hands. “I am master’s greedy bitch. Mistress Olympias teaches me to share. Please enjoy my ass.” She gasped as she felt control return to her, but only to her mouth. The rest of her body stayed frozen like a figurine. “Well, that’s new.”

“Your date with the master is in an hour, and you’re still not ready?”

“Cleopatra's nostrils were flaring she was starting to lose her patience with this gorilla. “I was working on that before this distraction graced my room.”

“Unacceptable. What if he wanted you earlier than scheduled? You think your time is just as precious as his? You'd keep him waiting?”

“What are you on about, hey!”

Cleo’s body finally unfroze, but only when Olympias grabbed her by the neck, and led her out of the room. It was infantile and humiliating, more so since she had to walk on the heel of one foot to keep her panties from getting lost. The goddess tried to fight Olympias off, or call for help, but you already know what fruit those efforts would produce. It did not end in the hall, nor the elevator.

Olympias was only satisfied when they reached the master suite. “Kneel.” She commanded and pressed Cleo down into the position. “Legs spread,back straight, hands resting on your thighs, palms up. There.” She maneuvered Coleoptera just how she wanted her.

“What is the meaning of this? I’m not ready you oaf.”

“Then it is to your detriment,” Olympias said simply. “From now on slaves must report here one hour earlier, so they can reflect on their servitude to the master.”

“That’s asinine! Helen didn’t have to do that!”

“Rule starts today, be flattered you get to be the first to display your devotion. I’ll be stale by the time Eve does it.”

Cleo struggled, but Olympias kept a firm hand on her shoulder that didn’t allow for any rebellion. “Like you could manhandle her like this! “

“Quiet child.” Olympias squeezed. “Think of how you may be a better **** for the master, please.”

Olympias was a mountain, in more ways than one. She stood there for the full hour in silence, thinking about what? Cleo could only dream. Eventually, Cleo’s fight gave out, and she was **** to sit there docile and quiet as Stan moved about in his room, preparing for their evening.

When the time came, Olympias knocked on the door and stood at attention.

Stan answered with a smile on his face. One that broke when he saw Olympias. Cleo noticed this with a small amount of glee. “Olympias?” Stan was clearly confused.

“I gathered Cleopatra for you master.” She gestured to the half-made up woman. Only one of her eyes had shadow on it, making her looked bruised. “May I leave the two of you?”

“Um…” Stan looked to Cleo. She was more embarrassed and angry than harmed. “Yes, please leave.”

“Of course. You two have fun.” Olympias walked away, glowing with renewed confidence.

“You’re not going to scold her?” Cleo hissed angrily. “Aren’t you a man?”

“What did she do?” Like a true man, Stan helped Cleo to her feet, rather than chase vengeance.

“ she dragged me out of my room, and just held me there until you were ready.” Cleo pulled her panties back up around her ass.

“That woman… Here let's get you inside.” His promise to punish Olympias was noticeably absent. Whether he liked seeing Cleo displayed like meat or was afraid of Olympias, she couldn’t tell for sure.

“Thanks.” She stretched out her legs and headed in to the kitchen. She dipped her head into the fridge. Stand admired her lithe figure as it stood posed forhim. She might even have noticed because she stayed that way for some time. “Can you get your slaves to make us something? I’m afraid I’m inept in that regard.”

“I don’t have any slaves.”

She chuckled half ruefully. “Then what show has the audience been watching, I wonder.”

He shrugged, he didn’t ask to be born into this. “I guess Nzinga did wake Helen and me up with breakfast in bed.”

“That must have been a shock.”

To see his **** clanking around with goat horns and big bowls of oatmeal? Yeah, it was fairly surprising. “I kicked her out, and she ran away crying.”

Her chuckle had the other half of the ruefulness he’d summoned from her. “It must be awful to not be wanted by those we love.”

“I wouldn’t know.” He grinned at her.

She rolled her eyes. Where did he get this awful sense of humor? Skylar? “He’s master for one day, and it’s gone to his head.”

She was different than he remembered her. That golden spark had been dulled by what she’d been through. “I’m sorry, you're in a bad spot huh?”

Slowly the refrigerator closed, and she just stared at the black facade. “I feel like this show's punching bag.” That goes to show you what folly emotions truly are. Her last opponent was reduced to black slime, and ten others had lost themselves in just as horrible ways. Yet she found the strength to proclaim herself chief among all victims. Even Stan was born and killed for the show, yet she did not see it.

That is greed.

“I can’t imagine what you women are going through. I would crack.”

“I have cracked.” Cleo gave him a sad smile. She felt something like a broken horse, slouching her way towards the pony rides. She came to him, and grabbed his hands. Big and strong. “I serve you, I worship you, I wait with lust-tainted breath to see your stable of women transformed into toys for you to use.”

“What happened to your wish?”

“I got it.” She nodded, her eyes distant and sad. “I got Mark Anthony back, and when he saw what I had become, he left.”

What could he say to that? Nothing. She pressed her forehead against his hand as her tears started. She could hide them, but not their splashing against the tile floor.

“You deserve better.” He tried, once he saw how hurt she truly was.

“No.” She shook her head, tears went this way and that. “He does. Hurt does not always mean something is wrong. Usually it means something is right. I am not his woman anymore… I’m yours. This show has remade me for you, for unnatural desires and excess, beyond even the debauch of Rome. He is a man, and has the tastes of a man, and deserves a woman, but I am remade for you. For The Devil.”

“I don’t want that.” He said it as gently as he could, but there was no way around the truth of the statement, he was rejecting her.

This time she was able to laugh with that fully rueful package. “People go their whole lives without knowing what they want, and you’ve got it nailed in a week?”

He shrugged. “Skylar made me good, I agreed to this because I wanted to save you all from her, or her bosses, or the viewers, whatever is causing all of this. I don't want whatever interdimensional orgies they're offering.”

“So noble.” She stomped out of the kitchen.

“Are you mad at me?”

She pulled at her hair. “I’m mad at everyone! Everyone thinks I’m a freak now, I used to be worshipped! At least The Devil would encourage my fantasies, but you hate them now too.”

“Just because I don’t share them, doesn’t mean I hate them.” He grabbed her, and then tried to settle the aggressive act by rubbing her arms. “Let’s fantasize and play, and talk about all the things that now make you hot, but fantasy does not mean reality. I don’t want to make things worse for these women or anything just because a thought makes my dick hard.”

Her face danced around a medley of emotions. Before settling on a simple smile. “You’ll have to forgive me. This game is doing something to me, It's hard to keep my mind straight."

"It's okay." He held her in his hands. Was that too easy? She caved so easily. She was such a tornado of emotions, and he'd quelled her just like that? Should he say more? Should he ask her more? She was in pain, and he wanted nothing more to take it from her, but how? "We'll work this out together." He was so sweet and gentle with her, she felt like a girl. "Maybe I need to just gather everyone up, and talk things out with them huh? Deal with Olympias, your desires, everything. If we're all on the same page we can get through this. Maybe everyone can even get out without having to go through another elimination."

"Wow." Her smile was no longer simple. "You're going to unionize the harem?"

"There's nothing in the rules that say we can't all just work out a plan to get through this, as long as we all end up together in the end, that's what matters right?"

"You poor poor, naive soul. You think that's what matters to these animals? To the giant, and the demon, and the vampire, and the two that want to kill you?"

He felt ashamed by that, maybe he was naive, he was born just yesterday, well... reborn. Most of the girls were here for the wish, and he was just something that made the wish obtainable. Even so. "I'd be ashamed of myself if I didn't even try. What use is it questioning another's motives before you even get started?"

Now Cleopatra looked truly exhausted. She placed her hands on his chest, and just let her head hang low. He really was the opposite of Satan, just way too good for this world, this game... her. Just, too good. "I have to stop arguing with you, or you're never going to sleep with me."

"Ah, my master mojo is flowing huh?" He waggled her brows at him.

"You can't be serious."

"Dead serious." He slipped a hand to her back. "You women are so intoxicated by my sex, my authority you'll go along with anything I want just to have a taste."

"Did this work on Helen?"

"Like a charm." He winked, and dipped her into his hand, and lowered her down, his excellent body showed no strain or tremble as he lowered her down.

"You are charming." She conceded, loosening a button on his shirt. "But remember, even worshipers demand something of their gods."

He pulled her back up. "And what do you demand, oh queen of the Nile."

"You inside of me." She kissed him, and it tasted so good she abandoned the tempo of the scene just to kiss him some more. Those were lips that wanted her, good, nice lips, which said such understanding things to her. "Mmm. I want you just like last time. I want you to forgive me, and... I want you to not think I'm disgusting."

"Cleo I don't..."

"Show me." She got another button. "The Devil would make me rub myself on the floor like a dog. Show me how these desires are fit for a human..."

And he did.

We could go into detail about the humping and the moaning. All the wet sounds, and wet flesh. The curling of toes, and throbbing of his cock. We could, but it would be old hack. Much like the points next to Cleopatra's name, there's nothing new there. So let's not waste your time with something that gained her no points.

Instead we here at the show wish to direct your attention to her true purpose in this seduction and consummation.

We all recall Erica's generous Donation to Cleopatra, yes?

Then ten points she was browbeaten into spending?

It's time to reveal that upgrade.

I Want It All And More!++

The Sexual thrill of corruption becomes one with Greed's essence. No longer a mere fetish, or obsession it quite simply is sex to her. With all the nuance and complications that brings. This fact is helped along that simply having sex with Greed will corrupt another. Any sexual encounter with Greed worth 4 points or more, will give her partner the I Want It All And More! Trait.

You see, fantasies don't have to be these ethereal desires if both partners wish to make their dreams come true.