Save The World Society

CONTENT WARNING: Pee, and some more ****. Ye have been warned.

Mary awoke to the sensation of her legs being hoisted above her head. Shit like that is usually fun with a incubus is taking you in the night, but her guest was a bit more fem. “Elizabeth what do you think you’re doing?”

“Good morning.” Elizabeth sang, and with a metallic click, secured Mary’s ankles to the headboard. “Hope you don’t mind, I’m a bit of an early riser.”

Mary laughed. “Oh how original, I welcome your beating, bitch. I’m sure whimpering little Lizzy is just going to fuck me up.”

The pale skinned woman, smiled, and snapped on a pair of latex gloves. “I think you have me mistaken for someone else.” She licked her Ruby red lips, her tongue just barley gliding over the beauty mark that rested above them. “Are you ready?”

“Oh shit.” A sudden realization hit Mary. This was not her room mate… not the one she’d abused at least. “HELP!” At least she didn’t gag her, amature.

“Perfect.” Elizabeth grinned, and picked something up from the bedside. It was a metallic canister with some kind of nozzle at the top. She fit the nozzle over Mary’s mouth and nose and the red skinned woman felt a cool rush of hair enter her lungs. The hissing of gas was no a promising noise.

Immediately the body started convulsing, and Mary threw her head back as a giggling fit took her over. “Hehehe w-what was that?”

“Just a little silly gas.” Elizabeth cooed, pinching Mary’s clit between her fingers. “I figured you’re right. You can’t **** a demon with pain…” she brought her nails up to the bottom of Mary’s feet. “So I’m going to have to get creative!”

“No, no, no stop sthap! Stahahahaha! Stop stop stop that tickles tehehehe ooooooh!” The sadist brave in the face of all kinds of pain was reduced to a whimpering puddle in seconds by Elizabeth’s dancing fingers.

Elizabeth beamed. “That’s a bingo.” She leaned forward and started lapping at Mary’s tomato cunt.

“Oooh, stop that you pervert, I ahahahaha stop! Stop! Why?” She thrashed in her restraints, but nothing gave. Noting budged, itwas just helpless sensations of ticklings, and pleasure, and just when she felt like she was goign to die, or cum from it all that bitch shoved more of that gas down her throat, and it just made her so silly she couldn't have found her clit with a map.

“You seem stressed.” Elizabeth pouted and hit Mary with another dose of gas, and another fit of giggles. “Getting woozy? Don’t worry, I won’t let you go numb, not when we’re having such fun!”

Fun, wasn’t how Mary would describe it. This woman was insidious, she was going in and out of consciousness, between laughing herself silly from tickle ****, and getting gassed from the witch. Her sides ached, her feet felt like they were vibrating, tears were streaming down her cheeks and everything this bitch got close to making her cum, she’d stop licking, and pour more laughing gas down her throat.

This went on for hours? She couldn’t tell it all felt like a dream. Though when she actually would black out, Elizabeth would pinch her clit, and the pain would bring her right back into the world. “I wannahahaha cuuuuum!” She found herself screaming in the middle of it all, and she sounded so **** she couldn’t help but hate herself.

“Oh yeah?” Elizabeth grabbed that blasted container and strapped it around Mary’s head, that cool hiss started in, and once more the laughter was dragged out of the demon. “If you really wanted to cum…”

“Eeeeeeeeeeey!” Mary cried as two of the goths long fingers slipped into her asshole. It was well lubed and licked by Elizabeth up to that point, but it was not a receptive hole, and Elizabeth was not a gentle guest. Even all the tonguing, and trickling lube in the world wouldn't make this easy.

“Yeah, there we go.” She began to work her fingers in and out of Mary’s ass. “Let’s see if your ass can beat the gas, hmm?”

Mary would have moaned at the pleasant feeling of fullness, had she the air in her lungs. Instead all she could do was laugh hysterically and toss her body around in it’s restraints. She could feel the chemicals coming for her brain, her head buzzed, and higher functions where leaving her control.

“You’re looking drowsy!” Elizabeth chuckled, and grabbed Mary’s pussy as gently as you’d grab a cat by it’s scruff. “Wake up! Wake up! Little red slut!” She slapped Elizabeth’s abused sex. “I thought you wanted to cum, and you’re falling to sleep in me?” All Mary had in response was laughter. Her exhausted lungs heaved and heaved in search of nutrition and found nothing but raucous poisonous laughter. “Here I’ll help you out some more.” Finally Elizabeth placed her fingers on Mary’s clit and began to rub.

“Uuu.” Marry groaned, eyes rolling up into her skull. Her neck gave up and her head lolled to the side. “Uuuuh.” She moaned again. She was neither sinister, nor sexy in this moment, hardly a woman, or human, or demon. Just a pathetic collection of barely conscious holes.

“So close, so close, come on, cum with this ass-pussy.” Elizabeth hands were a blurs of movement, in search of pleasure for their victim.

Mary let out a weak moan, and a wetness erupted from her pussy.

At first Elizabeth thought this little geyser of liquid was ejaculate from a well earned cum, but the longer the steam lasted, and splashed about the more Elizabeth suspected the obvious. “You pissed yourself you stupid slut.” She laughed victoriously, much preferring this to an orgasm. Though her victory was a private one, Mary was out and limp.

“Poor baby’s all tuckered out.” She laughed and stood up, her body dripping with her victim’s pee. She stoped the flow of gas and removed the device from Mary. She was going to have one hell of a headache when she woke up. Humming she went over to her side of the room and picked up a maid apron that sat on her dresser. She wadded it up and patted herself dry. As she did the first daggers of dawn penetrated the room.

Elizabeth blinked, and looked over to Mary. The demon was folded up like a pretzel, ****, and dripping with something. “Oh dear… what did I do?”

——-

"Ugh." Another morning another round of Orgasms, Boudica's hand slapped her phone, and brought it to her face. Only four today, it was like a christmas miracle. With Diaochan and company out of the way, her load was lessened. She half suspected the spy was racking up orgasms just to keep her bed bound. Yesterday had been a long marathon of perverts suggesting various tricks and kinks to her in hopes that their golden goose of a kink would play out on camera. It was long and annoying work, but Boudica felt she'd learned some stuff, and tomorrow she'd put it to use. But today, she had plans.

"Morning sunshine." Helen cooed and wrapped Boudica up in a hug. "Need any help wit your quota today?"

"Snuggle off." Boudica shoved Helen right off their heart shaped bed.

It was going to be a long day.

“The first meeting of the Save The World Society, has officially begun.” Joan of Arc knocked a class full of pepsi down onto a table, a gavel of judgement set down.

Joan, Erica, Boudica and Eve all sat in a nook on the third floor of the lodge. A cute little section perfect for dreamy pictures, and post cards. A slanted window rose above them, giving view to the gentle snow fall that graced this mountain. The three woman sat happily in their large plush seats, each of them a world of their own. Just sitting in them was enough to lure a person into an afternoon of novel reading and hot chocolate sipping.

“First Order of Business.” Joan looked around the table. “What is our mission statement?”

Boudica and Erica looked to each other, brows furrowed. “Um… to find where Morgan hid Satan, and kill him?”

Eve put down a cup of hot coco, and gave her own opinion. “We’re here to work as a group to ensure one of us wins Harem Hotel, and uses their wish for the good, betterment, and salvation of all mankind.”

“Oh…” Erica mumbled.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Boudica nodded along.

“Great.” Joan wrote Eve’s statement on a piece of paper. “Second order of business, how are we going to do that?”

“Well I think it’s our game to lose.” Erica said sitting up. “We’ve got Eve, so any physical challenges are ours. Neither of us can lose points…”

“And I’m here to help.” Boudica snarked. Well aware that her performance had not been interstellar thus far.

“The fans love you Boudica. Just you being so popular stops the others from getting BP. Speaking of which.” Erica set her phone down on the table, and went to her wallet. “We start with a hefty war chest.”

Eve looked at the three digit number on Erica’s phone. “You’ll share?”

“I could never spend it all. I think we spend at least 15 points on Eve upgrading the trait she has from me, it get’s pretty bonkers at level three.”

“I agree.” Joan nodded.

“Same.” Boudica gave her consent.

Eve smiled, this group was giving her goose bumps. “Okay, I’ll take it.”

“Good.” Erica send the points over. “This is a good time for a confession. Level three gives you the max number of points, no matter where you land in the losers section. It also let’s you pick a contestant each round. You can make that person a lazy piece of shit, who doesn't want to compete… I used this on you last week Eve.”

The matriarch blinked, and pulled her phone out of her hair. She looked through the screen in silence. “I see, well no harm done.”

Joan sighed. “You have to understand you’re the biggest threat.”

“I understand.” Eve smiled. “That was your best shot to eliminate me. Which is why we have to think about who we want to eliminate this week.”

“She’s right.” Joan beamed, Eve seemed like a field of daises but Joan had watched her work on the first challenge. She was an animal, and instantly picked up on the opportunity before them. “Anyone who fails to sleep with Stan this week is eliminated. We can now target two competitors. Who should it be?”

“Helen.” Eve had no hesitation. “She gained Eleven points on her night, that’s a big swing, and as we all know, she can do it again and again and again with each of this. I know none of us here like to think about it, but eventually they’re going to make us engage in group sex, and she’s going to take over if she’s still around.”

Joan looked to Erica, well aware that pretty young statue was a sore spot in the girl’s psyche.

“I agree.” The gothic school girl sighed. If there goal truly was the salvation of mankind, then all crimes on that path would be forgiven, once they got there.

Boudica leaned forward, her breasts nearly bouncing out of her dress. “What about Olympias? They’re an item, let’s take em out together. That leaves us with Cleo, Mary, and Elizabeth. Mary and Elizabeth could both go out this round, and Cleo is too snuggle crazy to be a real threat.”

“No.” Erica shook her head. “It has to be Cleo.”

Joan frowned. “She really has you scared huh?”

Boudica snorted. “We walked circles around her Erica, got her to spend her own points on herself. We can handle her.”

Erica shook her head. “No, it has to be her. We took her points for now, but what happens if someone else gives her more? We still don’t know where Olympias is getting all these points from. She could supply Cleo with all the ammo she needs.”

“They hate each other.” Eve said.

“I’m willing to bet they hate losing more.”

Boudica leaned back, mostly convinced. “Well it doesn’t matter anyway, Cleo’s night was yesterday. She’s already done.”

“Crap.” Erica had a bad feeling about this. “Okay, well then that’s that. If this goes perfectly, it’ll just be Cleo, and us next round.

“Not bad.” Boudica smirked.

As they came to this decision Eve curled some of her hair around her finger. She smirked at Erica when she noticed the young woman’s eyes lingering on her, so cute. “Have we thought about recruiting Helen? She hasn’t revealed her wish, nor has she said she wants to be queen. If we convinced her, we’d be set.”

“That’s a good point.” Joan nodded. “She seems like a good soul… are far as any of you go. What do you two think?”

“She’s always been nice to me.” Erica shrugged.

Boudica rolled her eyes. “I’ve been sharin’ a bed with her for a month. She’s fine, she doesn’t snore… but ye shouldn't underestimate her feelings for Olympias. She won’t like hearing, that you’re taking her mom out.”

“Shit.” Erica groaned. “She’s already gone too.” She suddenly remembered their primary target was the first to go this week.

“Oh yeah.” Eve giggled. “Well poo, Mary then?”

“Mary.” Erica agreed.

Joaned smiled and bang her glass back down on the table. “Then we are agree. Eve and I will talk to Helen. Erica take Mary, since she’s shown a fondness for our situation, and Eve will take Olympias. We’ll meet up again, on Erica’s night, and talk then. For now everyone look through the shop, and make a list of what you’d like to arm yourselves with.”

“Save The World on Three!” Eve sang, putting hand over the table.

“1.” Erica threw her hand in.

“2” Joan joined her.

They table looked to Boudica who had her arms cross. She hissed, and sounded like she was getting ready to spit up a loogie. “Fine, 3”

“Save the world!”

—--

“I just want to fuck my dad, no beer, no weed, so sad!” The music they were pumping through her headphones might have been trash, but Erica had to admit there were some real bangers buried in there. Plus it was all loud, and angry, which suited her mood just fine in this place.

She was doom scrolling through the Hashtag #SlaveTheWorld. The fans charming people that they were, eagerly waiting for her new alliance to fall apart, and for the lot of them to end up as horny slaves for Stan. Lost Souls. They'd just have to cry louder, because her talk with Mary had been a success. The two new girls were so busy fighting each other they didn't even recognize the real fight going on around him. Mary had been so seething mad about something Elizabeth had done to her that morning, that she hardly batted an eye when Erica suggested sleeping with Stan was too much of a hassle.

The anxiety inducing bout of self flagellation was cut short, by Cleopatra’s shadow eclipsing her view. The void of twitter would have to wait. Erica raised her eyes to meet the woman. “What?” She might have been channeling some of her angsty energy in that response.

“Give me all your points.” Cleopatra commanded.

Erica snorted. “Is this a robbery?”

Cleo put her hand on her hips. “I want all your points, fork them over.”

Erica smiled, "oh sure, on sec.” She reached into her pocket, and pulled out a middle finger. “Plenty of more where that came from.”

“Stop being cute, lazy. Give your points to someone who knows how to spend them.”

“If I recall, I already gave you a point this week, and I don’t recall you investing wisely with it.”

“Erica stop being cute, give me those points.”

“Fuck off, you’re annoying me now.”

Cleopatra grimaced, how long did she have to push this point before she broke? She opened her mouth to start it again, but instead she bent over to where her face was almost touching Erica’s, tugged her pants down to her ankles, and used her hands to spread her ass cheeks. “I’m master’s greedy bitch. Mistress Olympias teaches me to share. Please enjoy my ass!”

Erica was shocked. “I beg your pardon?” Then her eyes flicked over to Olympias gliding her way through the lobby. Her headphones rang out. ‘Can’t learn to drive, don’t wanna go to school, why are all these milfs so cruel?’ “Ah, that explains it.” The young woman slipped out from her chair, and started to walk away. Cleopatra was way too wack for her to deal with right now.

Cleopatra meanwhile was floored. “Why didn't you stand up for Olympias?” She called out, though Erica was now out of sight, and she was frozen in this humiliating position.

“Because I’m the favorite.” Was the response, though that rang hallow.

Cleo closed her eyes, and mentally ran through all of Erica’s traits. There was nothing there about her resisting Olympias’ compulsions. In fact Whatever meant she should have been pretty fucking **** to them. The little bitch was getting away yet again.

—--

Molly adjusted her soccer shorts, as she came out of the restroom stall. She headed towards the exit, without wasing her hands like a fucking goblin, but before she could complete this heinous act, something caught her eye.

“What the…” There standing in the bathroom mirror, was her. That’s a pretty standard phenomenon, but there was something off about the images. Her clothing! Her reflection was completely naked.

Morbidly she took a step forward, drawn towards her nude reflection. Her athletic body crouched ever closer, her toned calves, her thin waist, her small breasts, even her inverted nipples, this was her…

As she drew nearer, she noticed another difference. The face. Though Molly was wearing a look of dread and horror at her exploited image, this reflection has a smirk on her face. A seductive little smile, amused, aroused, welcoming.

The young woman was drawn ever closer to her reflection. Whether it was curiosity, or repulsion she could not deny her advance. She reached the sink, and saw herself reaching out in the reflection. She followed suit, shaking hand raising, extending, closer, closer, clooooooser!

The a large shattering sound filled the bathroom. The mirror spider webbed to pieces, and rained down on the sink and floor. Molly pulled back like she’d been bitten by a dog. She looked to the blood pulling up on her finger, and then to the wall. Her reflection was gone, only empty wall stood there now.

—--

“Hey.” Erica wrapped her arms around Molly.

“I see you made it through another round.” Molly hugged back, her heart rate still somewhat elevated. “No costume change this time?”

Erica smiled and pulled away. “I won, no changes for me.”

“That’s great.” She tucked a strand of hair behind Erica ear. “I kind of miss nerdy girl though.”

“Too cool for you?” Erica stuck her tongue out, and made a rock and roll sign with her hand.

“Way too cool.”

Erica smiled, and dragged her over to a nearby chair. She loved finding all the little conversation nooks in the lodge. Everyone one was so picturesque and cute. Though the magazines now read ‘Studies Show, Nice Guys Make Girls Cum!!!’ Stan was on the cover in a sweater holding a puppy dog. “Sorry I haven’t talked to you in the bit, I’ve been trying to save my skin out here.”

“It’s okay.” Molly smiled. “I needed a few days to process you using my name, during that performance you gave.”

The goth girl, blushed, frowned and threw her head between her knees. “I am sooooooooo sorry! I didn’t think you were watching! OMG! OMG! I have to go, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” She stood up so she could spring into the wild, and die, but Molly grabbed her wrist before she was in Siberia, and slung her back into her chair.

“It’s fine, Erica. Actually… do you want to know a secret?”

Oh god. Erica just stared down at her shoes. “What?”

Molly leaned, in so her lips could brush Erica’s ear. “I’ve called your name out while masturbating too.”

Mary would have been jealous to see the shade of Red on Erica's face. "Y-y-what?"

"There's that nerd." Molly giggled, and leaned forward to deliver Erica a kiss on the cheek.

Molly didn't have the nerve to mention what forms these fantasies took. Erica's hair in pigtails, a pacifier in her mouth, while that man on the show rails her, just to name one. It'd just invaded her thoughts lately. Molly felt so guilty for it, but couldn't stop the thoughts from coming. Especially when her dad and his 'friend' would meet up in their suite. Just yesterday Molly had pressed her ear to the door, and imagined all the moaning and cheering was Erica.

"Saaaa losers." To break up this lover's meeting was Marie, who lazily entered into the scene her hands stuffing an oversized hoodie, her feet slopping around in slides, and mismatched socks. "Erica I'm like fifty shades of bored in there, entertain me."

What timing. Erica grumbled, and wanted to fling Marie back to their room, but she supposed she didn't know how to handle that kiss anyway. "Oh um, Molly, this is Marie, Marie Molly."

"Sup." Marie gave a nod.

Molly crinkled her nose. This woman was surrounded by a smell that could best be described as... organic. "Nice to meet you."

Marie just nodded. "Same. I'm just going to make a simple offer, and if no one wants to take it, I'll happily walk away."

"She has weed." Erica said to Molly.

"I have weed." Marie nodded. "I say we all get back to the room, smoke a bowl, and watch Harem Warehouse: Til **** Do Us Party, which not only has ****, but Skylar's first stint as a host."

"No way." Erica looked interested.

"That's... the girl with the shaved head, running your show?"

"Yup, she runs everything, or claims to."

"She's a major drag." Marie yawned.

Molly smiled. "Maybe we can do a little research on her then."

"You really think the show will have anything on her?"

Molly grinned. "I think I really want to smoke some weed."

The joke was on Olympias when she barged into the honeymoon suite to grab Boudica. The redhead never prepared for a date, so she was good to go, one, two, three hours before hand. She sniffed her pits and as long as she didn't smell like a dead animal, she was golden.

Though that didn't mean Olympias' visit was completely without humiliation.

Upon the entrance of the giant, Boudica jumped off the couch, sunk to her knees, spread her legs wide, and then used her fingers to spread her mouth wide open. "I'm master's lusty slut." She tried to enunciate without the use of her lips. "Mistress Olympias teaches me to think less, and smile more. Aren't I pretty?"

"Hmph." Olympias smirked as she looked down at Boudica. "Well at least you're dressed. Come little red bimbo, your master awaits you upstairs."

At this permission Boudica felt her body ease, and return to her control. "That's a real annoyin' trick." She said standing to her feet.

"Really? I quite like it, I..."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Boudica screamed charging towards the giant. She threw her shoulder right into Olympias' gut, and used all her momentum to propel the woman into the nearby wall.

Olympias had the air knocked out of her as her back collided with the wall. Everything escaped in a gasp, and before she could even suck air back into her deflated lungs Olympias was unleashing a flurry of blows into her ribs. "Aah!" She hissed, She curled forward and hot her hands under Olympias in and attempt to pick her up and throw her.

But the readhead was already ahead of her on the plan. Once Olympias started to shift her weight, Boudica threw everything backwards, lifted the giant over her shoulders, and threw her to the ground in a suplex. Both women hit the ground, but Boudica was the first to get to her feet.

"Hahahahahaha!" She laughed stomping the ground. "That's the difference between all ye perfumed queens and meh!" She sang proudly. "I'm a warrior!"

Olympias laid on the ground, trying to breath. Worse than any pain Boudica had just inflicted on her was the knife wound straight to her pride. She rose like the boiling waters of a geysers, steam coming out her ears.

"Uh oh." Boudica grinned licking her lips.

"Aaaaah!" Olympias gave her own war cry, and charged towards Boudica. Her forearm caught the redhead in the chest, and she then bulldozed her out of the bedroom and into the wall of the hall way.

"Now we're talk..." Boudica was cut short by a punch in the face, stunning her.

"My authority in this harem will not be questioned." Olympias growled.

Boudica's lips separated revealing ruby red teeth, and a nasty smile. "Big talk!" She gripped both of Olympias' arms, and then threw her head forward, headbutting Olympias' nose.

"Ah!" The amazon stumbled backwards into yet another wall. One arm caught her, and the other held her nose. "You little bitch."

Boudica grimaced, that was such a nasty word. She charged forward again, having the time of her life, and when she did Olympias managed to catch her under both armpits and hoisted her up over her head and into the ceiling. Tiles rained down on them. Somehow Boudica managed to brace her legs on the nearby wall and used that leverage to start wailing into Olympias' as she held her aloft.

"Raah!" Olympias roared, and threw Boudica down the hall just to get her fists away from her face.

Boudica landed on a maid's cart, and went rolling down the hallway. "Hahaha! I always heard the Greeks knew how to wrestle." She rolled off of the cart, her body aching now. She then grabbed a mop, and snapped the wooden handle in half over her knee, before throwing one half to Olympias. "Let's see how you fair with a weapon!"

The bell of the Elevator dinged, and Skylar came running out into the hallway. "What are you idiots doing?" She cried nearly in tears as she looked at the carnage they'd left in their hotel.

Each of the batter and bloody women looked to her curiously, both holding a spiked stick in their hands. "Bonding." Olympias said simply.

"Yeah, what's your problem?" Boudica walked forward to join up with the two of them.

"You two were trying to kill eachother! That's not sexy!"

"Alright, whatever." Boudica shrugged tossing her broken mop over her shoulder. "Great fight by the way."

Olympias beamed, and held out her fist for a bump. "That was great." She agreed.

"Ugh." Skylar sighed and shut her eyes tight. "Pretty pretty princesses, pretty pretty princesses, pretty pretty princesses." She opened her eyes and sighed at Boudica. "Oooh, and you've got your date in an hour, and look at you!"

Boudica laughed. "Yeah, she's got a hell of a haymaker huh?"

The host pouted, and stomped her foot. "We have to get you to the salon, to fix some of this!"

"Can't you just snap me pretty?"

Skylar blushed, and looked away. "Well of course I can, but that wouldn't teach you any lessons, let's go." She grabed Boudica by the rest and dragged her towards the elvevator, though not before she and Olympias both shared an intrested look.

Skylar wasn't using her powers?

“That was the scariest thing I ever seen!” Boudica gasped as she and Stan came out of the movie theater. The salon did good work, you couldn't even tell she'd been in a fight to the **** that afternoon, and she actually smelled like starwberries.

Stan was in full agreement and buzzing with the energy exclusive to those who’d seen a truly spooky flick. “Unsettling, for sure.”

“It was just so quiet, right over the mountain it not even making a sound.”

“What about when it was over the farm house, and all the blood, and stuff was just raining down.”

“I had a fudge!” Boudica cried out, jumping into the air.

“Yeah you did, that was the second movie I’ve seen you scream at.”

“Oh please.” Boudica punched his shoulder. “You screamed at the fakeout! A bunch of kids in monkey suits?”

“It was scary!”

“We’ll don worry wee man, I’ll protect ya.” Boudica started boxing with the air, her motion making her ludicrous body jiggle.

Delicious. “Do you want to grab dinner, or are you ready for desert?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“Oh you are lovin this challenge ain’t ya?”

“I can not tell a lie.”

“I dunno, do you have to pee?”

“Um.” Bladder check. “Yeah I suppose I do, you got me that big soda… why?”

———

Boudica kneeled down before a naked Stan. The lights of the room were on. Her large jiggly breasts rested in her hands, and her large green eyes looked up at him. “Tinkle in my mouth.”

“What?” He recoiled from her.

She hobbled forward. “Come on, don’t be a prude, everyone is doin’ it.”

“They’re what?”

“I know, I know, but I need me the points. Let’s give the kids what they want!”

“They don’t want me peeing in your mouth!”

She snorted. “Okay you weren’t reading chat yesterday, they had me sucking on a dildo for like half the stream, I think I know what the people want.”

“Ugh.” He grimaced. “Isn’t that a little degrading. Can we just, have sex?”

“Oh because these idiots have been so concerned with preservin’ me dignity so far. And I know you already missionaried Cleo, I’m goin ta get lynched if I repeat the same move.”

“I… I guess you’ve thought this through…” he held up his limp dick awkwardly. He considered the prospect of peeing in a girl, and turned a little green.“Maybe we just try anal?”

“Oh twinkle isn’t good enough for ya, ya want fudge too. You degenerate.” She shook her head contemptuously.

“Fine, fine just take make you stop talking, here you go.”

“Woooooo!” Boudica threw her hands up. “Tinkle in my hair, tinkle in my mouth, master makes me wet down south!” She blushed and lowered her arms. “Erm em, yeah don’t worry about me, I’ve drunk a glass or horse blood, this is nothing.”

“Okay…” he let her have him. Her cheering had made him feel more confident, he still didn't really know what he liked. If boudica saw this on the internet than who was he to judge? He felt her mouth wrap around him. Pleasant warmth, ran along his shaft. He looked down and she gave a thumbs up. With a sigh, he tried to relax, the tried again, then relaxed, then got anxiety, and clenched up. She gave him and annoyed look and reached around to start tickling his taint. “Stop, just give me a minute.”

Melting snow, flowing rivers, lemonade on a hot summer day. Aaaaaaaaaaaand….

Relaaaaaaaax.

He felt himself burn with such Shane when he felt himself let go in her mouth. This was only reinforced by Boudica’s instant wretch. She pulled her head back, and spat on the ground. His wayward hose splashed her cheek before he was able to clench and stop the floor. “Fudge, ah fudge.” Boudica gagged, and spat onto the floor.

“I’m sorry, this was a stupid idea…” he reached down down to help, but she waved him off.

“No no, if those little wraths can do this, so can I. Uuuh.” She shook her head, trying to muster herself for another go. “Hope me Dah’s not watchin’.” She slapped herself and got back in line.

Stan grimaced. “Boudica I don’t want to do this. Let’s just…”

“Stop.” She looked away, and let some vulnerability show. “I need to do well this week, okay? My friends are counting on me. Let me do this…”

This horrible game was making her do this. Of course it was. This was her idea, but everything on the show was calibrated to push her to this. This proud woman. She probably wouldn’t have fucked him this week either if elimination wasn’t on the line. Now she was begging for his pee, it was horrible, disgusting, he hated Skylar more than ever before. To think of such obscene scenarios.

His cock twitched, and slipped without protest back in her mouth. “Told you, you’d like it.” Was the general gist of what she tried to say as she sucked in the lengthening toy. Meeting his eyes, she gave a nod and steeled herself. The sour liquid soon sprayed her tongue, she let it fill her mouth, before she gulped and swallowed it down. It’s heat went down her throat and into her stomach like hot soup.

She did a fairly good job this time and swallowed quite a bit before or she gagged and pulled herself off. She hunched over and spat out what she had in her mouth. She gasped for breath and could feel his stream stool hitting the back of her hair. “Ain’t so bad, I just.” She looked up to him, just in time to see him grab her by the hair and pull her back onto his dick. She gasped and choked, and skewed piss out her nose, and when she tried to pull herself off his strong arms kept her in place. He had gone from soft, to raging hard since this entire project began. His mind trying to find the difference between the cursing animal who entered the game, and this piss drinking slut who said things like 'Tinkle, and tooshie' and in that change he found burning erotic possibilities.

Eagerly he buck his hips into her face. She shallows as fast as she could survival overriding pride. When his stream finally stopped, he didn’t, he just kept fucking her face like she was some toy.

During this, she felt her mind slip away from her. She almost grew numb to his thrusting, and the taste, and the smell in her nose. All she could feel was a buzzing in her body. A submissive kind of resignation as he had his way with her. She just hoped the cameras were getting this.

Eventually, he pulled out, she dropped to the ground with a gasp. “Fudge.” She coughed. “You’re an animal.” She drunk in the air, and tried to clear her sinuses of pee. Tears were fresh in her eyes, and everything kind of burned.

“How many orgasms on the quota today?”

“Four all for you.” Boudica shook her hips. Exhausted and uncomfortable, but the prospect of more points was a tasty thing indeed. “I told you, you’d like it. Major blowjob Queen energy over here.”

“That… that wasn’t a blow job… well the end was… but…”

"Of course that was a blowjob! Tinkling in a girls mouth, Randy told me about it..."

He growled, and grabbed her by the hair. She gasped, and gasped again when she felt his dick enter her. 'Smaller than Randy' she observed a little happily. "You made me go through all that, when all you wanted was to give me a blow job?" He pressed her head into the ground and started to fuck her roughly. Thank goodness he was smaller than Randy or he would have turned her Foofie inside out.

"Aaah aaah oooh!" She moaned as he fucked her, her cheek was resting in a puddle of his pee, and it made her feel disgusting to get fucked so thoroughly in that situation. "Oooh snuggle, that feels good."

"You really are a stupid bimbo you know that" He pulled on her hair, and **** her face through his waste, and used her hair to mop it all up. She felt more like a mop that a lover. "A blow job! It's call a blow job! Look at the mess you made!"

"Aaaah!" She cried out, half in ecstasy. "I'm sorry, why else would oooh fudge, would I put a joytoy in my mouth."

"Because it feels good you moron! You can see your lover's face while she pleasures you, but you fucked it up."

"Ahh fudge, I'm cuming, I'm sorry, you feel so good."

He grinned and upped his pace, he felt like a man posessed. "That's right, cum. I bet this is what you wanted all along, for me to fuck you in a puddle of piss. You're disgusting."

Boudica had nothing, she was riding the waves of pleasure, and words like that which usually would have ended with her making a enunach out of him, just washed over her as pleasure, and madness.

"You were so thirsty for me, pee but you couldn't even drink it right. You're useless Boudica."

"Snuggle!!" She screamed. He her first orgasm even ended? Where was this second one coming from? What was this?

He roared as she he screamed and came, and moan. He really was an animal. He couldn't stop himself, he wanted to own her, to destroy her, her felt outside of himself, of the burning in his lungs, the tiredness of his hips, the throbbing approaching climax in his sex, he was just propelled forward on this wave of excitement and lust, like a door being blown open by an explosion.

When words had abandoned her altoghter, and her muscles gave out, and she was little more than a wet sponge for him to fuck, he pulled out, his ball feeling heavy and tight. he stood tall feeling like master of all the universe, and put his foot on her head. She moan, piss and hair sprayed away from her lips. He grimaced, jerking himself as hard as a man ever had as he looked down on this conquered land.

"Idiot." He said contemptuously, as his orgasm finally broke free. His muscles tightened up, and he pressed her harder into the ground. Thick ropes of white splattered over her body, and she was left sauced like a toaster strudel.

He breathed, and smiled, and reveled in his conquest.

Then as the pleasure faded, and he blood redistributed the wealth of oxygen, and his dick shrank, and Boudica continued to breath, and everything settled into stillness. The spell was broken.

And without that magic of sex fueling his thoughts, his mind was faced with two ideas.

He'd never been more ashamed and disgusted with himself.

and

He wanted more of this.

Golden Nectar +5

First! +5

Yick! +5

First +5

Just A Taste +3

Make Love To Me +4

Boudica BP 32VP (+27)