End of Part 1

Elizabeth and Mary the new kids on the block both sat up in their beds with their backs against the walls. It was 3:00AM and there wasn't a soul awake in the hotel.

Mary with deep bags beneath her yes, tilted her head and yawned. "Getting tired?"

Elizabeth's who's eyes looked extra dark and shadowed do to exhaustion just shrugged and sipped from her espresso. "Not at all."

Mary grinned nastily. "Me neither."

"She looks like she's had a night." Helen observed as Boudica came crashing in for breakfast. The redhead had a sour look on her face, and walked with such speed through the hotel her hair looked like a fluttering cape.

"Let's see what she was up to." Cleo smiled, and observed Boudica. This new trait was interesting. She could observe a contestant and tell, just tell what points they've earned recently. And Boudica seemed to Cleo to have had a very interesting night with their master. "If I'm not mistaken I'm not mistaken, I think she drank Stan's pee last night."

"Gross!" Helen gasped and looked over to the queen. "Are you serious?"

"Fucked in it too, by the looks of it."

"That's so gross... Stan did that? He's such a prude, he was uncomfortable with a foot job, now he's making her drink his... your trait has got to be wrong."

"No I don't think so." Cleo chewed on her toast. "If I'm to hazard a guess, I'm going to say he asked for a blow job, and... do you remember a while ago when Diaochan gave Satan a blowjob and Boudica said something about that meaning she drank pee?"

"Even if that's what she was expecting, why did he do it?"

"I don't know. She was probably angry-redhead-screaming at him to get on with it, and he was probably waiting for her to start sucking, and... well we can always like her. Either way they must of liked it. Since they went on to have sex."

"Like a bunch of pigs."

"Aren't you going to eat anything?"

"I've got breakfast plans with Joan, just wanted to catch up with you."

"Aww." Cleo smiled. "Well, that's sweet. I gotta say, I'm a little hurt you haven't come to me for sex and points."

Helen raised her eyebrows. "Really? Everyone's keeping away from me, because they don't want me to seduce them and stuff."

"Well, sure, but we're friends right? I want you to win, I mean I already got my wish, so I'm good."

"That's really sweet." Helen reached out and squeezed Cleo's hand. "Yes, let's set something up. Anything you want, I only get points for giving, so be as selfish as you want."

Cleo smiled back. "I want you to do well, so I'll think of something big." She winked. "4 points at least."

"Ohhh." Helen giggled. "Right into it, okay. Can't wait to see what." She perked up. "Oh, there she is. Gotta jet, send me a text."

"You got it." Cleo watched the hot young cut trot away. She observed half annoyed that Joan had shown up without her ward. Cleo had done some thinking last night, and had realized that she had access to information beyond just traits, and scoring. She could check items too, and sure enough.

The Headphones. Expensive little buggers, available in seven colors. The user is immune to most forms of mind control so long as they're listening to the music blaring through them.

"How...handy." With no Helen and No Erica Cleo decided to slip back into her room for a change of clothes. Many of the girls came down for breakfast before getting fully dressed and seeing that Cleo's makeup was more elaborate than the rest she was among that number.

She did no expect when she came to her room, to find Mark Anthony fast asleep on their bed, fully clothed, sweaty, and greasy-handed.

"My love!" She cried, overjoyed to see him alive. She flipped him over. "What have they done to you?"

"Uuuh." He moaned like the dead as she woke him up."They wouldn't let me leave until I fixed it." He sighed, already ****. She kissed him, and true love woke him up for just a second. "Huh?"

"I thought you left me... I thought..."

"Never, no, never, I was just upset, I shouldn't have run off."

"I shouldn't have used my power over you to give you an erection, that was wrong. That was shameful, I'm sorry."

He smiled, so exhausted and weak. "If it makes you feel better, I went right behind your back and used it on Atossa."

She gave him a flat face. "Believe me, everyone in the lodge knows your shame." The woman was loud, and did not care.

He chuckled. "Her ass is so big."

Even though he didn't deserve it because of that joke, she kissed him. "I thought I'd lost you."

"All I've wanted these past days has been to see you again, and fix things."

What wounds words can heal! That's all she wanted, the hurt, the poison in her heart, all the insecurity, he just took it all way. "I don't think they can be fixed. I'm only going to get worse, four transformation to go. I'm already half way done, and... you almost left."

"I would never leave." He sat up, and held her hands. He was just starting to perceive the pain he'd truly inflicted upon her.

"But you did, and you were right to. I was not behaving like your queen. I was something else... a demon."

To her surprise, he was the one to start crying. He brought her hands to his lips, and just started kissing her. Her fingers, her wrists, her arms up to her shoulders. When he could kiss no more he rested his head against her neck and cried some more. "Please don't give up on us. So much hardship, so much suffering, and you've brought us back together. Please don't think this thing between us can so easily be destroyed. Rome, Satan, God Almighty haven't broken us yet, why do you think this show will?"

"Mmm." He ran her hand through his curly hair. This was the love they wrote books on. "That's what it does."

"Not to us." He shook his head. "To wives, and husbands. To couples, and friends, employees and masters, to siblings, and children, and parents, but not us. A billion people have come and gone after us, and half as many couples, but who are the tragic lovers known to all of history?"

"Cleopatra and Alexander."

"Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. And if this show is our new hell, if we are separated, thrown into some new hurricane, then I will wait another thousand years to be pulled out of that one. Don't you see? I love you Cleopatra. I love you."

She had only more tears, and it felt good to share them with him. She laid with him in that bed weeping, and before long, he fell asleep. She then spent another while just watching him snore, his chest rising. So impossibly perfect. "I love you too." She sighed.

With that, she threw on a jacket, and touched up her hair.

He was right, it wasn't time to give up on them. She could still have him, and the prize, and everything she'd ever wanted.

And the only thing standing in her way, was a pair of headphones.

——-

Leave nothing unplanned for.

Since the audience, in all their cryptic knowledge, had given Olympias a humiliation fetish, she supposed that would be her best bet for surviving the week. That being said, she still had no idea what it would feel like to be put in this new position and even less of a sense of how she would act. Cleopatra was obviously the most observable victim of these lust-enhancing traits, and that had not been a graceful decline.

It was best to test things out before using them in the chaos of war.

So she got into the lodge’s shuttle, and headed out to see an old friend.

——-

“Bonjour,” Joan greeted Helen with a pleasant smile. She showed no sign that she had twice advocated for the beauty’s destruction.

“This was a nice little surprise. I don’t see you outside Erica much.”

Joan nodded, and check the breakfast menu. “Protecting that girl is a full time job. But she’s with friends this morning, so she’ll be okay.”

“Mmm, so how’s the good girl squad going? I heard you guys had a meeting yesterday.”

“We talked about you, Princess, quite a lot.”

“Good things I hope.” Had her mind been more agile, she might have been put on guard by that. Alas the menu was too enticing.

“Wonderful things Princess, we want you to join us.”

“Why?” Helen looked up, her blue eyes dazzling even to a spiritual being like Joan.

“We think you’re good, or at the very least you could be a tool for good.”

“Ah.” Helen looked back at her menu. “A tool. A thing, just a pawn in another god’s game. Yes I suppose I have experience with that.”

Joan, Jim Halpered a nearby camera. “Um… that seems to have struck a nerve.”

Helen giggled. “Sorry about that, I have baggage. This game isn’t so terrible for me, because I was in a show similar to it in life, no free will, lots of sex, and ruin for all. And it wasn’t these producers who put me through it, it was gods.”

Joan considered this. A waiter came in to take their order, and left and she still considered it. “God he did not choose you to do this, he choose me. I choose you Helen, woman to woman, human to human. We win: Peace on Earth, we lose: more games.”

“I don’t think that’s true Joan.” Helen sighed, and tilted her head to the side. “Your god could do that all tomorrow. Why send you? Why use the producers? Don’t you see? No one is rooting for us Joan, no one is coming to save us.”

Joan nodded. “Why send a little girl to save France, had it no generals, no heroes, no king? The how or why matters not to God. He says we will save mankind so we shall.”

Again more sighs from Helen, her eyes were brimming with tears, but they were fur Joan. “I think it’s sad you gave your life for one of those things.”

Joan’s understanding was limitless, neither girl held any contempt for the other, only pity. “If I had my way, I would have stayed with my sheep, and my cats, and my dear mother for all my life. I would marry, and have children, and grow very old, and no one would ever know the name Joan d’arc. I do not like blood, it makes me cry. But France needed me.”

“And you think the world needs me?”

“Very much so. If I may ask, what is your wish to be?”

Helen thought about this, for some time. Joan wondered if the girl had even thought about it. Or maybe she had so many thoughts on it, she couldn't quite decide. "I want to be ugly." She finally nodded her head like she could see a distant light. "And unloveable. I want to be an old crone who everyone just leaves alone."

Eve had been a good sport about Erica having the girls, over and didn’t much mind the smell of the skunkweed Marie had rustled up. In fact, she said off handily that it reminded her of Eden, which Erica found to be a fairly disturbing idea. That woman could hibernate and did so even over the giggling and yelling of her high school guests.

Harem Hotel, and even its spinoffs were raunchy little affairs, and even as they were stuck in the quagmire of their own season, they found the programming scandalous. So teasing, and giggling, and youthful panting was had all around.

Harem Warehouse was very similar to Harem Hotel, though the girls all stayed at a nearby Motel, and the meat of the action was based around 10 raves that took place over the course of a season, each with a theme and challenge, which all culminated in a massive orgy at the end of a season, and one very happy harem of **** addicts. Let’s just say that this season was not the first time Skylar played with the idea of a girl sweating Ecstasy.

And Marie had been a little misinformed when she said this was Skylar’s first appearance as a host. It was actually Skylar’s first debut ever, and she, along with another woman by the name of Karen worked as assistants to a Host, who went by Babs.

At first they’d mistaken the serious-looking Goth as Skylar, with the buckle laden dresses and fishnets. The two punks seemed to be one in the same, but it was actually the perk blonde dancer with her furry leg warmers, and pacifier that turned out to be their woman.

It was interesting to watch the season progress, Karen and Skylar appeared in quick shots, preparing contestants or partying on the dance floor, with Babs directing the bulk of the action. However, over the course of the season, it seems the editors or audience, or producers became infatuated with her two younger, magnetic assistants. By the end of the season Babs was regulated to a secondary character in her own show, while her two assistants did everything else that didn’t involve the magic of the programming.

It was telling that Harem Warehouse only lasted a single season, Babs never hosted another show, and both Karen and Skylar were set up with their own programs.

It was now early in the morning, and after their marathon, the three girls laid about the living room half conscious and exhausted. It was agreed upon after some arguing that Erica would go downstairs for breakfast burritos and that Molly and Marie would find the series Skylar actually hosted before all of this.

So Erica, like the lost lambs of yore, separated from the pack, and headed into the wild.

Cleopatra, who was on the hunt, descended upon her without hesitation. In the lobby, where a half conscious Elizabeth and Mary were begging the Hotel Manager for an extra room, is where it all went down. Cleo snatched Erica’s headphones off her head and held them up in the air.

“Hey that’s mine!” Erica cried, feeling very childish but unable to help it.

“You want this?” Cleo mocked, dangling it out of reach.

“Yes! I paid for it!”

“I’ll give it to you, but you have to give me all your points.”

“That’s stupid!” Erica whined. “I could just buy another pair.”

“Cool, then I’ll just keep these.”

“That’s not fair! You can’t just steal something, I’m gonna tell.”

“Fine, find Skylar. I hope someone doesn’t try to mind-control you while you look for her. Olympias! Erica wants to talk to you!”

“Shut up!” Erica cried and tried to cover Cleo’s mouth.

“Give me your points, and you cane have it back.”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Erica screeched at the top of her lungs, like a child and brought her phone out. “WHAT-EVER!”

“Cleopatra’s phoned buzzed, and the empress knew she’d just had a hefty deposit send to her. “Good girl” She cooed, and slid the headphones back onto Erica’s head. “There we go, safe and sound.”

——-

1 point to get Mark Anthony raging hard for makeup sex, still left Cleopatra with (hold your breath) 100 Bp.

“So you can use these points to transform yourself, and the others?” Mark Anthony kissed her neck, and pressed his still wet still hard cock against her ass.

“That’s right my love.” She purred, and let him slip back inside. “I knew I could make you see how hot all of this is.” She moan as he moved into her. “Now fuck me, while I corrupt myself for you.”

“Ah" he hissed. Feeling himself already approach another climax.

“And don’t hold back. I paid for the whole day, and we’ve got so many points to spend.”

And the season was forevermore cleaved into two parts. There was the show before Cleo’s shopping spree, and the show after.

Upgrade!

I’ll take it!+

Just because the stores are out of stock doesn’t mean an item is off the market. Greed can now buy and give other sins the Transformations that were not picked during voting.

Upgrade!

I’ll Take It!++

All of this charity is I’ll suited to Greed’s true nature. She can now buy Sin-Based traits possessed by other contestants for herself. This does not remove the trait from others but gives her an unupgraded copy.

“Yes!” Cleo cried out, as the pleasure of her lover and the pleasure of the possibilities became one within her!

Imagine the possibilities! She could have Boudica’s body! She could make Mary a whale, and turn Olympias into a sock obsessed nympho. This harem was hers to shape.

“More.” Mar Anthony panted, his seed already filling and overfilling her sex.

“Of course, my love! Of course!”

Upgrade!

The Devil’s Database+

The secretary now has all knowledge of status effects and conditions affecting contestants and the master.

Upgrade!

The Devil’s Database++

The Secretary can now see how all transformations could be upgraded or downgraded.

“Downgraded?” The world of possibilities stretched out before her ever more complex than she could have imagined. There was no guesswork now. She could see exactly how each trait would grow and mold her opponents. Tears were streaming from her eyes. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen!”