The Golden Rule

Helen had hardly been expecting a pair of red tits greeting her at the door, but there those ripe strawberries were. ‘Not very big’ Helen giggled to herself. “How can I help you Mary?”

The taller woman, rolled her eyes and put a hand on her hips. “I've been fucking naked all week, I haven't wanted to bother anyone, or more likely eat dogshit just so I can wear a pair of panties. But it's fucking cold in this place, and the camera men keep zooming in on my cunt. So can I pretty please, have my clothes?”

“Oh.” Helen looked over her shoulder to Boudica. She was working on her first orgasm of the day. “I suppose I should make you grovel for it huh?”

“I’d prefer if you didn’t luv.”

Helen smiled. “Tell ya what, give me a kiss, and I’ll get you your cloths,”

“Done.” Mary moved in and planted in on the princess. It was a rough little kiss and when she pulled away, she was biting Helen’s lip.

Mouth to Mouth: +2 VP

“How did you like the taste of the cherries?”

Helen giggled girlishly and ducked into her room, returning with a pair of stockings, and some dowdy bloomers. “We’ll worth the price if entry.” She handed the clothing over with a smile.

“Cheers.” Mary started to walk away, but Helen grabbed her elbow, gently.

“I’ll put them on for you if you let me suck on your toes… or lick your cunny.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Mary rolled her eyes again, and left with the loot.

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"Morning Mother." Mary said chipperly, more clothed than she had been all week. Eve on the other hand was... well, we'll address that later, but let's just say she was supernatural buxom today, and just seeing all that flesh gave Mary a sense of transgression and Catholic Guilt. "Just wondering if I can have my clothing today. Been thinking about having a tour round town, and it won't do for a queen to have her tits out eh? Present company excluded of course."

"You are so red!" Eve gushed, squeezing into her breasts like pillows.

"That I am."

"I love it, it's so hot! Do you feel sexy with that? I mean, wow, way to stand out in front of a crowed?"

"Am I going to have to fuck you for my uniform?"

"Huh? Oh, no no no, I mean unless you want to." Even leaned forward conspiritorally. "I actually haven't slept with a girl yet, would you be gentle?”

"Not a chance Mother, of me being gentle that is. About my clothes?"

"Oh of course, let me just check with Erica." She vanished in her room for a moment. "Erica darling, Mary wants to know if..."

"Eve! What the hell happened to you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You... you... what the hell? Ack! Cleopoatra, FUCK I totally forgot, we have to talk to Boudica!"

"Mary just wanted to know..."

"Yes, yes, fuck whatever! We have to gooooooo!" Erica went sprinting out the door in nothing but a gymshirt, and some black panties. She flew by Mary, but turned around in her half sprint to shout. "Remember Mary sleeping with Stan is totally laaaaaame!" And boom she was gone beyond a corner.

"Tottally agree." Mary shouted back, having no intentions of even going up to Stan's room tonight, let alone sleeping with him.

Eve returned with an apron and a Bra. "She's spirited this morning, huh?"

Mary shrugged and took the clothing from Eve. "Skylar was right, you guys live way more in the action than me."

"Not always a good thing." Eve giggled, and helfted up two... just massive honkers. "Well, you'll be seeing these later, buh bye."

"See you around Mother." Mary waved, and watched the jiggling goddess make her way gone. "What a couple of freaks."

When Mary knocked on the door the last thing she expected was for her body to bend over into a bridge. She twisted like a pretzel until her hands were holding her torso up, her feet were on the ground, and her crotch was thrust up into the air. "I am Master's Wrathful Bitch. Mistress Olympias teaches me to be gentle. Pet my pussy please!" And she held this ridiclious stance, even as her target stood above her with a victorious smirk on her face. "I see I've come to the negotiating tables at a disadvantage."

"Getting fully dressed for The Master?" Olympias rested herself against the doorframe and looked so cool.

"As if I'd waste my time with that. This show can't make me do anything."

Olympias cocked a surprised eyebrow. That was... exactly how she felt. Was it that shocking she had something in common with a murderous demon? Not that much. "I've got your dress in there, so you better have something nice to offer me."

"My gratitude?" Mary's arms were starting to shake, this was not a gentle position, and her pussy felt like a bullseye for Boudica's open palm. Mary would do it, so she expected the same of Olympias. "Honestly I was going to punch you in the throat the moment you opened the door, and make you my bitch, but ah... you seem to have preempted me... how long does this last?"

"Twice as long if I close the door and come back out. Plus we get to hear the part about petting your pussy again."

"Okay okay, so what is it you want? I'm broke, unpopular, and more than a little sleep-deprived. Woah!" Mary fell on her back, as Olympias kicked her legs out from under her. She fell to the floor with a thump, and before she could get up, Olympias' big ol' foot was pressed into Mary's stomach.

"That long."

"Good to know." Mary grunted.

"Have you been to Helen yet?"

"Yeah *Cough* friendly girl."

"Isn't she the best? I'd like you to go back upthere, and have a little fun. I'm sure she'll think of something."

"She offered to eat me out, what are you her pimp?"

"I'm your Mistress," Olympias said, grinding her foot into Mary's adomen. "And the sooner you learn to obey me, the better. Return to Helen, treat her right, and have a good day." Olympias took her foot away, and walked back into her room. Mary laid there clutching her stomach, what a fun woman. Her Maid dress then descended upon her, like a blanket. It was soft, and to her shame Mary thought it was the nicest piece of clothings she'd ever touched, like they were made for each other. "Oh, and if you don't treat my treasure properly... I'll knooooooow." Olympias sang and slamed her door shut.

"Wow you're a red woman." Mark Anthony said, answering the door.

"Glad I fill a niche." Mary sighed, she really didn't want to be the red girl on the show. Hard to rise to the top of a harem, when you're whole thing. is you're 'the red girl' "Is your mistress here?"

"She had to run out, but if you're here for me." Mark anothony ran his hand through his curly hair. "I could be of service for the low, low price of 1BP."

"Super tempting there sport." Mary reached out and twisted Mark Anthony's nipples.

"Yowch!" He squeaked batting her fingers away.

"Twice as tempting now that I know you sound like that. Alas, I'm her for something else. Is there a pair of gloves, or a stupid little bonnet in there?"

Mark Anthony had a look around, and eventually came back with a lace bonnet. "That's a pretty cute hat for such a nasty woman."

"The audience has got a sense of humor I'll give them that. Beats huffing everyone's dirty panties though, so I'll take it. So what do you want for the... little lacey thing? A fuck?"

"No, no, you can have it." He offered it forward.

"No tricks? I know you're pretty much partners with Goldeneye over here."

"Nope, all good." Mark Anthony gave her a smile.

"Damn." She placed the accessory in her hair, and she looked perfect. So fragile and gentle. "Now I kind of do want to fuck you." She gave him a wink, and a finger gun. "You're dangerous."

Not feeling very modest he threw his arms wide. "I'm the most triumphant third of the triumverant!"

Ah, Mary loved boastful men. "Still can't get your dick hard." She made a pouty face, and rubbed her cheeks like she was crying. When she saw the smile fall from his face, she laughed and started walking down the hallway. "I came, I saw, I conquered!"

"Oh little bird!" Mary came knocking at Helen's door for the second time, substantially more clothed then when she'd started. "I've come to... woah!" The door flew open, and Mary was lifted off her feet. Helen gripped her by the back of her legs, lifted her up, and started charging forward. Mary's back hit the wall, and it would have hurt... if It wasn't a little hot. "My god, you've got whore strength!" She admired, as Helen sat her down on the opposing bench.

"And you got dressed without me, naughty catholic prude." Helen was smiling up at her, kneeled between the demon's knees.

"So let me get this straight, the deal is I get my clothing... if you eat me out. What are you getting out of this?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Helen's eye were big, blue, and excited. "I get to taste demon pussy."

"Pfft. Yeah right I, hey!"

Helen had Mary's skirt lifted up, and was running her fingers along the cotton bloomers below. "These are soooo not sexy."

"Hey." Mary blushed, though it was hard to tell. "Don't be mean."

"Aww demon girl doesn't want me to be mean?" Helen began to kiss Mary's lips through her underwear, gradually soaking the fabric against the demon's mons.

"No." Mary gripped Helen's hair. "Because then I'll get mean, and neither you nor your mommy want that."

"I see." Helen giggled, and looked back up at her with those eyes. "Well I can be very nice, if that's what you like." She leaned forward and began to kiss some more. Her hand found their way up Mary's underwear and began to pet and prod at her lips. "From what I hear from Elizabeth you two haven't been very nice to each other, so I'll show you how it's done."

"Mmm that is nice." Mary cooed as her lover began to get serious about the whole project. There was a finger in her hole now, and a pair of friendly lips pressed very passionately against her clit. Maybe it was the brutal assfingering Elizabeth had given her, but this gentle touch was heavenly to the demon. Inside of her Helen's fingers made a 'come hither' motion and massaged an electric feeling out of Mary's cunt. "Woooah, what was that?"

"That's the G spot." Helen explained between kisses.

"I've never felt that before!" Mary cried almost paniced, this was feeling really good, and there wasn't the slightest bit of blood, or screaming involved.

"Oh poor woman, you're in need of some serious lovin' if that's true." Helen continued to massage the spot, as she kissed and licked Mary through her increasingly moist knickers. "I've made a few women squirt like this, wanna give it a try?"

"Noooo." Mary moaned, shaking her head. "No more pissing."

"You too?" Helen giggled, remembering that Boudica had apparently done the golden deed with Stan. This harem was getting nastier by the week. She was starting to think Marie wearing that diaper on stage wasn't a flook, but a omen of things to come. "Okay, okay, We'll just have to settle for making you cum then..."

And Helen was relentless in her mission to fulfill those words. Even Mary this hardbitten demon was reduced to a mewling kitten, by Helen's gentle fingers, and loving lips. She caressed the princess' hair, and felt so ashamed that she hadn't plucked that scalp bald by now. Instead all she had to offer was a snivling "Oh god, oh god, oh god!" As that damn magic spot Helen had discovered stuck again and again at her being, until she had **** but to cum, and cry, and do so in the needeies little bitch voice she'd ever heard herself produce. She instantly hated this blonde fuck, and her giant caretaker, and at the same time wanted to start her morning like this, always.

Kiss The Chalice +3

Helen VP 33 (+5)

——-

The Save The Workd Society needed to meet now now now! Maybe it was spending the day with Marie which had lured her into a sense of enui, but Erica was panicking in that way we all panic when our bank account is cleared out. “Joan we have a problem!”

When the society assembled it was clear that her panic was not misplaced. Let’s start with the least upsetting development, Boudica came trodding in on a pair of pink pumps, her cute boots thrown into the ash heap of history. Her dress was gone too replaced with a hot pink cat suit that hugged her delicious curves and left nothing but nothing to the imagination of man. She was naked say for a thin layer of latex that serves more as packaging for a dessert at a farmer’s market than clothing for a queen.

It was the sexiest outfit Erica had ever laid eyes on.

Boudica wore it like a gorilla, and stamped over to their meeting spot like a colt. “Don’t say nothin’! Everything I got looks just as poopy!”

Erica went to say something if comfort, but when she saw Eve approaching them, her jaw dropped to the ground and let nothing escape but lusty drool. She'd seen it in the haze of the early morning, but now she got to witness the change with fresh eyes.

Cartoonish would be the best way to describe the jiggling mass of flesh that came bouncing towards them. It was a shocking and perverse sight for Erica and Boudica alike. There was Eve, the perfect woman, molded by God himself in all her perfection, suddenly remolded to the tastes of a Deviantart content creator. Her breast lead the way far before her body, Even if Eve tried she wouldn’t have been able to touch one hand to the other around that bust, and her ass was not any better. It was only thanks to the thickening of her thighs that her ass didn’t look completely preposterous, now settling at only slightly unbelievable. Her hair had turned a silver shade of blonde, and her lips were magnetic heart shaped wonders.

She looked more like a metaphor, than a human being now, and to see such a woman in the 3D space was awful and slightly alluring to the young lesbian, but only slightly. “You guys don’t have to say anything…” Eve sighed, "but I think I look pretty hot!”

“You look like a fertility idol!” Erica cried out.

Eve nodded and swayed over to her chair, somehow managing to squeeze her ass between the arm rests. “I feel like one too, everything tingles, and I just feel like breeding!” She tossed her arms up in the air and sunk into her chair. She ran her hands along her form, purring.

Erica could not take her eyes off the sight. This was all horrible, but she could enjoy the view and still be terrified. “I have no doubt my brain looks like you do, but on the inside. I’m probably going to be sucking on my thumb while daddy fucks me… oh yep, that’s hot, fuuuuuuuck.” She sunk into her own chair and despaired.

“Where did she get this many points.” Boudica was still up on her feet. Compared to Eve she was suddenly feeling like she got off easy. “Olympias?”

“It was me!” Erica whined, feeling it fine to her very naturally. “She stole my points! All of them! That’s why I wanted to meet you guys, but it’s already to late.”

“She what?” Joan cried out. “When was this? And you do not tell me?”

“Don’t blame her.” Ice covered the realm as Cleopatra came down the hallway in a golden dress. She had the smile of a gorged lioness. As she approached the group she reached out and grabbed Boudica by her hair. She tugged like she was direction a horse and said in the same voice that once commanded egypt. “Kneel.”

Boudica felt her knees shake and give out. She fell to the floor with a gasp.

“Mouth open, stick your tongue out.” She yanked on Boudica’s mane, and the queen obeyed, looking like a panting dog there in her knees.

“Leave her alone!” Erica cried. She wasn't going to let this gold plated monarch humiliate them like this. She rose to her feet, young hands balled into fists. It'd been a while since she punched a girl, but the bars of college weren't such a distant memory that she didn't know how.

“Erica, get down here, and make out with her.” Cleo commanded.

“I’m not going to..,”

“Now!”

Erica yelped. “W-whatever… I’m doing it, geez…” Whimpering she got down and looked into Boudica’s wide and frightened eyes. “S-sorry.” Erica wasn't happy about this either, but this sense of apathy had washed over her. She knew it would be easier to french Boudica, than to argue with Cleopatra. At least, less annoying. So she closed her own eyes so she didn't have to look at her, and started to lick and kiss Boudica's own tongue. She then moved to kissing and tasting Boudica's lips, which were supple, and soft, she'd always admired the cat like saping of Boudica's lips, and kissing them felt like a long completed goal.

Kiss the heathen queen of ancient England, Erica could check that off her bucket list.

As this happened Cleopatra looked up and grinned as she saw Eve with her legs spread absolutely finger fucking herself to the show. “Welcome to the club Eve.” Cleo recognized that unhinged lust as her own, like a mirror. By the time this show was over, everyone would have that look, that lust, and the'd be one big happy family. She'd never struggled to keep slaves in their place before.

Eve made no sound, no gesture, no hint that she’d heard anything. Her attention was wholly trained on her comrades making out. And why shouldn't she? It was a sight so utterly wrong and perverse, how could she not jill herself into oblivion while it unfolded before her?

“What have you done?” Joan growled out, her street clothes evaporating in a blaze of gold, transforming into armor.

Cleo just gave her a winning smile. “I’ve won.” To look at the girls making out at her feet, or the bimbo masturbating and watching was to see that she was right. Once this despair struck Joan, Cleopatra finally let go of Boudica who used to opportunity the push Erica away. She then stuffed her hands in her pockets and started to walk away. “Remember this humiliation and think twice before coming after me again, I don't like delivering the same message twice. Ta ta for now.”

Erica lunged away from Boudica, wiping her mouth clean as she did. “Sorry sorry sorry.” She looked miserably at Boudica, and couldn't even spare a look for Cleo.

“Come on.” Joan helped Boudica up. “I’m not one to wallow in defeat let’s work this out.”

Boudica ripped her arm free. “Jus give me a snugglin’ second will ya?” She patted her hair and tried to Make sense of what that was. As he felt like a dog the moment Cleo held her hair, like she was owned…

“I smell burnt rubber.” Skylar appeared from behind a newspaper wearing a trench coat and a fake moustache. “Is there a bimbo thinking around here?”

“Ahh!” All four contests screamed, surprised by her sudden appearance.

“I thought I might lend a hand as your caring host, and help clear up some confusion you all might be feeling.”

“Did you help her do this you joytoy sucking tinkle drinking, puppy snuggling meanie?” Boudica could have compressed diamonds in between her clenched fists.

Skylar reached out, and caught a handful of Boudica’s brilliant hair. “Down girl.” She cooed, and on command Boudica dropped. “Good girl, good bimbo. No this was all her doing, I’ve just been watching. Mark Anthony and her spend all night working on the best traits to humiliate you three. Boudica you might have noticed you have a pretty high quota today, you have them to thank for that, their room looks like Jackson Pollock.”

Boudica wanted to saying something but was so docile she was only managing a rabid frothy growl.

“Please.” With Eve still fingering herself, Joan was the only one with a calm head. “Tell us what she did.”

“Beautifully polite Joan, thank you. We can start with the easy ones. Boudica she bought you two new traits.”

Erica grimaced. “She can do that?”

“She can now, for Boudica it’s Pink Is The New Black, only pink bimbo clothing for you from now on. Humiliating maybe, but not exactly awful. The second is Red-Headed Leash, remember that? You become subservient to anyone holding your mane.”

“So if I shave me head, this won be a problem?”

“Oh don’t do that, your hair is so soft and shiny, it’s like a bunny rabbit I swear.”

“So that’s all?” Erica asked hopefully.

“That’s it.” Skylar let go, and smoothly dodged a punch from Boudica. “For ten points she made you a bit more of a bimbo, no big deal.”

Boudica retreated to her chair, and began to pet her flaming locks, suddenly a hell of a lot more important to her than they had been. “Not too bad she says…”

“Okay.” Erica gulped feeling a little better. Transformations we’re always most powerful when you were unprepared for them. Cleopatra had set an ambush up for them, and did it well, but they were still in the game.“What about me?”

Skylar grinned. “She spent thirty points on you, so we’ll get to you last.”

That froze Erica and was enough to get her into her seat. She looked to the ridiculously bodacious Eve, she’d only been getting more excited with Skylar’s explaination. Miserably Erica threw her arm over her eyes. “She upgraded the corruption trait Eve got from Cleo.” The same thing that turned Cleopatra into the villain she presently was.

“Not quite.” Skylar smiled. “Cleo has played things just about perfectly, she gave herself a few upgrades that let her know what upgrades will be, so she was able to make a few smart investments for instance…”

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Devourer of Sin+

As the origin of sin, Eve's evil is of course more potent than her children's. All Transformations gained from this trait, are automatically upgraded one step.

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Devourer of Sin++

Eve's harkens back to an ancient age when everthing was perfect, even the sins. All transformations gained from this trait are automatically upgraded to their max. Much like how her progeny became misshapen and disappointing reflections of their progenitor, so too do the sins birthed by Eve. Once Per round she may pick one Trait gained by this trait, possessed by another contestant, and downgrade it.

Eve paused in her self ministrations, to look up at Skylar. "Oh no... that means..."

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I Want It All+: The lust generated from this trait is increased. Furthermore, Avarice can now only think of transformations as positive, whether they are rewards or punishments.

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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.

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Bombshell+: Keep it simple, like a bimbo! Everything gets bigger, bouncier, and more fun!

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Bombshell++: Are you a bimbo or a goddess? Either way you're big! Like way big! Big, bouncy and fun! And here's a little hint, everything feels soooooo much better now ;).

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Pathetic Cuck+: You can only be that pathetic for so long, and not have other people catch on. Higher ranking members of the harem will think it's perfectly normal for Envy to be in the bedroom touching herself while they're having sex. It's not like she's a threat or anything.

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Pathetic Cuck++: The Cuck is more like a pet, or a toy, she doesn't count as a real partner. Higher ranking members of the harem will find nothing wrong with Envy participating in sex with them, so long as she is subservient, and being used like a toy. Any attempt at pretending to be a real partner may be punished by the other harem members.

"Holy Moly." Erica was in awe.

"She charged me so much!" Eve howled, bucking her bimbo hips, in esctasy, finally getting that orgasm she deserved.

Skylar beamed at the display, not so high and mighty now was she? "It's definitely an economic use of her points.

"This is absurd." Erica felt like the lodge was falling part around them. "She stole those points!"

"You gave them to her, she used the traits the audience gave her, for just the reason they gave them to her. I hate to break it to you Erica but you've been doing so well because the audience likes you, and you got a good trait. You are not the best player in this show, and neither is Eve."

"We helped you saved your show from Morgan."

Skylar waved that away. "Let's not act like you did that for me, you agreed to stay and play, so we're playing. Ready to find out what she did to you?"

Erica looked back at Eve who was sucking on her fingers, and looked at Erica with hungry eyes. "Not really..."

“We’ll we’ve never honored your wishes before, I see no reason to start now.”

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Whatever+

The eunni intensifies! Sloth will now put up even less of a fight when resisting their apathy.

Whatever++

Maximum Apathy! Sloth will now only raise the barest of objections when asked to do something, breaking almost instantly in most cases. This trait is no longer secret.

“What the fuck?” Erica cried, actually cried as this realization hit her. “So anyone can tell me what to do, and i;ll just go along with it?”

“That’s bound to make you veeery popular.”

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Daddy’s Little Girl+

Erica’s lust for her Daddy expands! Beyond the praise she already craves Erica will find herself attracted to The Master when he displays skill or competence at something. Like wise she’ll enjoy the same feelings when her Daddy teaches, or shows her how to do something. To encourage this relationship Erica will become forgetful and a bit helpless when her Daddy’s near.

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Daddy’s Little Girl++

As an Evil Slut in The Devil’s Harem Erica knows how lucky she is to have a daddy who will punish her, to keep her a good girl. Erica now gets a sexual thrill from being praised or punished by her Daddy. For 10 points another member of The Harem can purchase the position of Erica's babysitter, and gain Vp from scenes with Erica.

“Along with a few other childish behaviors.” Skylar said, gently pulling Erica’s thumb out of her mouth. The goth didn’t even noticed she been doing that… she just needed to be comforted so bad.

“Please tell me she didn’t buy the baby sitter spot.”

“Good news, we’re still accepting applicants.”

Joan snorted. “She leaves it open as a threat should we retaliate.”

Skylar looked to the devastated alcove of women, not bad for a weeks work Cleopatra. A single orgasm had not driven away Eve's boiling lust. Erica was in tears, Joan looked half ready to throw the game away and kill Cleo herself. Even Boudica, that firey soul was petting her hair, trying to harvest some comfort from it.

Stan had been right, with what he said to Cleopatra. If the girls banded together, they could have all won, avoided the worst effects of the game, and saved everyone. Skylar had no idea what Eve and Erica thought saving the world would look like, but Skylar would do it, so long as it didn't break the very basic rule of preserving the harem. But it didn't matter if he was right or not, because these were evil women, and Skylar could count on them to be just that. She'd seen much nicer groups of women, pull far nastier moves. That's just how the game goes.

Now she got the enjoy the spoils of the game. This look on their eyes, as they all must accept that they might not be getting out of this game unscathed... that they might not be getting out at all. This was what it meant to reach the halfway point. These girls took a round about way of getting there, but Skylar had crushed enough souls by now, to know that the game was over.

One of these three might still win the game, but when they did... saving the world will be the last thing on their minds.