Angry Hungry Love

Beyond Cleopatra’s devastation of The Save The World Society, the rest of the he lodge was plodding along the morning with a tranquil pace. Up on the mountains Randy was showing Olympias and Helen in the ins and outs of skiing.

The noon and after passed away under the tender mercies of fun and frolic. The giant and her ward had great fun pushing their bodies beyond the numbing leisure of the lodge’s lobby. It was nice to get sore, and sweaty, and out of breath, and the high altitude was giving them a pleasant buzz.

“Thanks for those points by the way.” Olympias grinned, nudging Helen on the Ski lift. “You must have put on quite the show for Stan to get 11.”

Helen grinned. “I like to think I gave the audience something unique. There’s more where that came from, by the way.” She winked, and nudged poked Olympias’ phone.

The giant grinned and checked her own point total. “Three more? Where did that come from?”

“Elizabeth.” Helen giggled. “Just a little drunk kissing and snuggling, but I’ll take it. “Plus, Cleopatra wanted to arrange something with me.”

“Oh, finally making progress are we?”

Helen nodded. “What about you, huh? How was your night with Stan?”

Olympias snorted as the mountain passed underneath them. “Nonexistant, I stayed in my room all night.”

“What?” Helen would have stood up, it the altitude allowed. “How?”

“Skylar is out of juice, I just called her bluff.” She looked awfully proud of this, but Helen’s panicked face said something different. “What?”

“Didn’t you listen to Skylar? You’ll be eliminated if you don’t have sex with Stan!”

“Yeah, but…”

“Olympias! This is bad! What were you thinking?”

“I…I… I don’t know! What’s wrong with me? Why didn’t I listen to Eve?” She held her hands in her head.

Helen’s heart was pounding.”Girl, we gotta get you to Stan!”

—--

“Afternoon Sir, I’ve got a table for you right by the stage.” The host announced, ushering Stan into the club. A cool piano was playing for those in the club, and Stan’s eyes lit up when he saw Helen waiting for him in a sequin dress, that did wonders for her already gorgeous body. “Helen? That note was from you?”

“You look so handsome.” She gushed, and got up to kiss him on the cheek. I knew that would look good on you.”

He was wearing a pair of plaid pants, and a sweater, that’d been delivered to his door, along with an invitation to lunch. “I thought I’m the one who was supposed to be dressing you guys up.”

She smirked at him. “Well you have awful taste in fashion, so you better leave it to the professionals.” She picked a piece of lint off his shoulder, and sat him in a chair. She pushed a platter towards him. “Saltine, cream cheese, cucumber.” She said, grabbing one for herself.

He smiled. “Isn’t this a little selfish? Two dates in one week?”

“I’m Envy.” Helen blew him a kiss, and brought a treat to his lips. “It’s what I do.”

He smiled took a bite out of her offering. “Mmm.” He nodded his head.

The light on stage began to dim.

“Looks like the show is about to start.”

“Oh boy.” Stan braced himself for whatever fresh horror this show had for him.

As he steeled himself, spots lights came up and focused on the curtain, the piano player changed his tune, and started going along with the beat of a base player. The curtains rolled open and Olympias in a slinky red dressed came out with a mircrophone in her hand. Her cheeks were aproximatley the same color as her dressed, but she looked fantastic. It was clear to anyone in the world that Helen had helped her out with this performance. Her hair had style, and volume to it, her bang covered one eye jauntily, and it was a great look for the older woman, not the mention the miles and miles of dress needed to cover her tall exquisite form. A few in the audience gasped, at the sight of their performer, she was otherworldly, entrancing, exciting.

Of course the mother bird can only do so much to help the baby bird before it has to fly. And if you think Helen turned that mountain of ambition and grit into a performer in a few short hours, you are unfortunately deluded. But the purpose of the performance was never to put on a good show.

By the time Olympias finished blending a classic love song through her vocal chords, she was a hot dripping mess. She was bad, and everyone knew she was bad, and none of the NPCs had any issue telling her as much. There was booing, hissing, and a few soft drinks thrown her way, but she held strong through the entire song, and her reward? A dripping, throbbing sex. Nipples pert and sensitive as anything she’d ever experienced. Skin that felt like popping bacon grease.

“That was painful.” Stan sighed in relief when he musical finally stopped, and Olympias retreated behind the curtain. “Was that for me?”

“Mhm.” Helen laughed.

“Was it punishment for something?”

“For her. She felt sooooo bad for missing her night with you yesterday, she wanted to humiliate herself for you.”

“That doesn’t sound like her.” Stan said suspiciously.

“Why don’t you go back there and ask her?” There was no subtle to the woman at all, not in her smile, or the curve of her brow, the way her eyes shimmered with hidden knowledge.

“This is a trap.”

She nodded. “The best kind of trap, a pussy trap.”

That at least peaked his interest a bit. Looking around he saw the entire club was looking his way, grinning ear to ear like they were in on the secret too. “Ugh.” He shuddered, and patted Helen’s shoulder. “Don’t eat all my crackers.”

He snuck back stage, and entered into a dressing room tucked away back there. There among the vibrant costumes and mirrors was Olympias leaned against a makeup counter, and panting heavily. A blush rose up her body like a rash, and when she saw Stan enter, it was with wild eyes.”Did you like my show?”

“Not really, what were you doing out there? That wasn’t you.”

She gulped. “Trying to humiliate myself for you.”

“Right.” He frowned and picked at the wood of the door frame he was standing in. “And why would you try and do that?”

“This is the only way, I can… get turned on.” She blushed again, and the humiliation of that admission was disorienting.

Inevitably a familiar feeling blanketed him. The pity of seeing yet another proud queen degrading herself for him, and the thrill of trangression. She had been made this way for him. So he could have her, so she’d be worthy of his cock. Harem Hotel, there was no show like it. “I don’t want you degrading yourself for me, but if this is the only way you’ll survive the round…”

He approached her, his hardening member drawing her attention. It’d been a loooooong time since she’d faced this prospect. Interest in the approach of a dick. “That’s very generous of you.”

He started to unbutton his shirt. “How do you want to do this? I want you to be comfortable…”

She but her lip, and at the same time retreated from his for a few steps.”That’s a good question.” Seven feet tall though she might have been, she seemed to shrink before him. “Lots of possibilities… lots of… sex…”

“Maybe you need me to lead?” He reached out and caressed her arm. “It’s pretty obvious you don’t know what you’re doing.”

“Oooh.” her lips vibrated, what a cruel thing to say! Heat filled her mercilessly. “I think…that…” She shook her head, and lunged away from him. “No, no I can’t do this.” She took a deep breath, her face blushing. “I…” And with that she ran out of the room.

“Olympias wait!” Stand reached out, but she was gone. He leaned against a pillar, once again feeling guilty bite harder than lust. “Was that me…?” He tried to be gentle, kind, good, and she still ran away. He didn’t have time to wallow in this for too long, because the door opened back up. “Olympias I’m sorry, I don’t want to **** anything on…”

“Hey Sug.” Atossa sang, swaying into the room. “Olympias tagged me in on this little project, so what are we working with here hmm?” She sashayed towards him, smacking on a wad of gum.

“Oh um…” He closed his eyes trying to remember her name. “I’m sorry, what do I call you?”

“Mommy.” Atossa husked. She reached down to fondle his cock. “Oooooooh my baby’s packing!” She had to wipe a slick of drool off on her back of her hand. “I’m the luckiest girl in the world.”

“Heh, wow you’re forward.” Now he was the one pressed against the wall. “Look you’re very friendly, but I think I should go talk to Olympias.”

“Oh don’t worry about her.” Atossa cooed, tugging is pants down. “What doesn’t kill her makes, her hotter. Besides she didn’t want to leave you with blue balls.” She suddenly straighted up, and held a hand over her heart. “I take this dick in her name!”

“Um… Mommy I…” She did an about face, and pulled her hotpants down, revealing her big brown ass, as wet, willing lips. “Wow… that’s a big ass.”

Town was a no go, Ezlizabeth had Mary’s shoes and the little Ponce was nowhere to be seen. Walking through the snow in stockings was not Mary’s idea of fun, so the lodge it was! She’d stolen a bag of Marie’s weed and was currently cross-legged on her bed, puffing on a bong.

Just in time for Olympias to kick her door down. Mary hip-thrusted her bong into the ground and bridged like her life depended on it. “I am master’s wrathful bitch. Mistress Olympias teaches me to be gentle! Please pet my pussy!”

“We’ll at least you’re dressed.” Olympias smirked. “Come The Master is waiting for you.”

That hit Mary like a bucket of gold water. “Fuuuuuuuuuck.” She hadn’t planned anything! What had she been thinking?

“Come on.” Olympias got the maid to her feet.

“Wait wait wait, Olympias I need more time, I wasted the whole day getting high! Which was time well wasted, but still.”

Judging by the fact that Olympias proceeded to drag her upstairs like a cat to a bathtub, Olympias wasn’t feeling flexible. “Don’t you know men like spontaneity? You’ll be fine.”

Once again, that giant held her victim there for an hour. No matter how Mary would, whine, curse or threaten, she found no way out of this imposed meditation. For once, Mary had to look inwards and think about how she was going to survive this weekend.

“Good evening Master, you **** is ready for you.” Olympias announced once Stan opened the door.

The hallway was filled with tension of some variety as those two shared a look. “If only we had a wrangler for you.” She said, half in jest.

You could almost hear Olympias’ sex pulse with shame. She blushed and looked at Mary on the ground. There was a good distraction. “Yes, well, I shall leave you two to your night.” She hurriedly ran off before Stan could make her any hotter. That afternoon had been such a humiliation that just the sight of Stan made her burn with shame.

Once released Mary began to dust herself off. That was a thoroughly unpleasant woman she’d be dealing with for the rest of eternity. She was so caught up in her ruminations, that she let out a girlish squeal when Stad extended his hand to help her up.

“We haven’t gotten the chance to really meet, have we?”

Mary blushed. “I guess not.”

“It’s a shame we have to have sex on our first encounter. I personally don’t think Skylar made me charming enough to warrant it.”

“Oh and he self-deprecates, be still my British heart.” That made him laugh, which was a lovely thing in Mary’s eyes. “I’m hoping you’ll allow me to test your patience on our first date. You see… I kind of forgot we had a date tonight, and I’m not as prepared as I should be… I was hoping you’d give me thirty more minutes?”

“Oh.” He tilted his head. “Of course, take all the time you need.”

“Wow!” Mary chuckled. “You really aren’t him. The Devil would have flayed my ass for asking that.”

There was no compliment greater than that in Stan’s mind. “Yeah, things are going to change around here.”

——-

“How did you find me?” Elizabeth answered the door wearing nothing but a man’s button-up. Behind her Randy was tied to the posts of his bed, with a gag in his mouth.

“Skylar.” Mary said simply.

“That whore, what do you want? Aren’t you supposed to sucking Satan a-right-about-now?”

Mary stuffed her hands in the pockets of her uniform and sighed. “Yes I am, but I’ve been doing some thinking, which I’ll have you know does not come naturally to me. I’m an impulsive gal, and if I see a Virgin sleeping, I’m going to tie her up and **** her, that’s just who I am. But surprise surprise, the virgin’s got a bite, and hits me back twice as hard, know what I’m saying?”

“I made you think twice about fucking with me.”

“Yeah, and so now I’m figuring that we’re both evil bitches, we’re both new, and we’re both on the chopping block. Let’s just work together and win this.”

“Oh damn…” Elizabeth blinked. “We fell for the classic trap!”

“Keeping the lower classes and minorities enemies so they never join forces to overthrow the autocrats! Yes, that’s what I was thinking.”

Elizabeth was impressed. “You know it’s funny I was literally eating babies, but as long as I kept people mad at the Gypsies, I was golden.”

“Oh I hear you girl, I had this whole religious schism I got to take advantage of.”

Hate is a tool used by the rich and powerful, to get you to accept less freedom, dignity and services from your government so long as it hurts a people they themselves got you to perceive as your enemy. Fascism is not tight.

——-

“Red and purple now that is a good combination.” Stan who at his heart was a warm-blooded male admired the women before him. His maid in all her glory had recruited Elizabeth to join them in tonight’s feast of the flesh. The pale beauty had on a slick purple dress and a corset that kept her breasts afloat in cleavage. “I feel like I’m cheating, most men live their whole lives with these fantasies an I get to experience them without any work.”

“Poor baby.” Elizabeth groaned. "Are you going to invite us in, or would you prefer to give into existential dread?”

“Yeah.” Mary winked. “Everyone knows you have to invite vampires and demons in.” After patching the bridge with Elizabeth, Mary was given a pair of lacy gloves, at which point a pair of mary janes appeared on her feet, outfit fully complete for the first time.

“We’ll then.” He gave a dramatic bow. “Please, come inside.” On his command the two women stepped in, went their own ways while on the inside, craning their necks to enjoy the gaudy architecture of the place.” isn’t it awful?” The only spark of color was the gold detailing, and of course the stuffed rabbit on a shelf.

Mary snorted. “This is modest, bitch. You better get used to this shit if you’re going to be taking over Hell.”

“Oh yeah… I guess you’ve been… do I stand a chance down there or is this all going to be for nothing?” All he'd been thinking was getting the girls and himself out of this without... and **** amount of soul ****... what came after that... he'd never considered.

Mary shrugged. “They’ll eat you alive down there, luckily you’ll be rocking in with the new sins. If you have us, they’ll have **** but to do as you say.”

This seemed to lighten his load. “Who’s’They?’”

Mary smiled. “Evil.”

“Okay.” Elizabeth pushed a glass into everyone’s hand. “Enough talk about work, we’re here to play.”

“Oh yes we are.” Mary said in a babyish voice before kissing Elizabeth on the lips.

“Sounds good to me.” Stan’s eyes were fixed on the valley of cleavage Elizabeth was rocking. “So what’s the plan? I’m up for anything.”

Mary froze. “Ah, we’ll to tell you the truth the threesome is as far as I got.”

Her partners laughed, much to her dismay. Elizabeth chugged down her drink and grabbed those of her partners. “Looks like we’re going to need this!” She guzzled the other two and let them all bask in a burgeoning buzz.

“Wow.” Stan chuckled, “that is a kick-ass trait.”

In return for his praise, Elizabeth let out an unladylike belch. “Glad you approve.” She tasted the air in the room, and they weren’t quite ready to fuck yet. “How about we order in? If all the other girls see we’re sharing you, they’ll want to get in on it too, and well… three’s a crowd.”

Mary agreed. “Orgies just aren’t as romantic.”

“Ah,” Stan clutched his heart. “Just thinking about an orgy with all of you is giving me anxiety.”

“Pfft cry me a river.” Mary tossed him on the couch and jumped in after him. “Room service!”

“Hey isn’t our chef right here?” Stan motioned to Elizabeth.

“Yeah?” The goth raised an eyebrow. “You want to try some pre-industrial revolution Hungarian cooking? “

“I think not.”

"Didn't think so." She winked at him. "They've given me the role but not the skills I'm afraid. Maybe next round."

There was a knock at the door. “Room Service!” The door opened up on its own and Skylar came in with a cart, she had a chef's hat and a wide curly mustache. On top of the cart sat three silver trays. "Viola." She removed the domes from the tray, and revealed three greasy hamburgers, each sitting on a field of crispy fries. "And what would sir like to pair with today's meal?" She brought out a bottle of wine.

He grinned, already used to the fine dining of this lodge, those nasty-looking burgers smelled delicious, and wrong. "How about a few pitchers of beer?"

"Of course sir." Skylar pulled those out as well and stashed the wine. She set the food down on the coffee table of the living room, and let the lovers have their space.

Elizabeth took to the floor, while Mary and Stan stuck to the couch. The three were eager participants in this meal and dug in, and though Stan and Mary both let out moans of delight at the caliber of their food, Elizabeth had nothing but sour faces.

"Hmm." She swished the tasteless meat around in her mouth, trying to discern with her sensitive palette what would taste the best. "Ah!" She reached down to her purple dress and maneuvered her breasts out of her corset and into the dangling air. "Muuuuch better." She sighed, and picked her burger, back up. Taking a big bite she now let out her own moan of appreciation. "Oh, yeah, that did it. MmmmMMM!"

"Does that actually do anything?" Mary asked. She looked to Elizbeth's free-hanging tits with suspicion.

"See for yourself!" Elizabeth giggled and reached over the table to rip Mary's dress open, revealing her modest breasts.

"Ah!" The demon called. "You brute." She fought Elizabeth off, and took a bite of her burger. She chewed, though it was obvious she wasn't impressed with what she found. "It's the same."

Stan smiled, and looked from tit to tit. His meal had been made more enjoyable thanks to Elizabeth, whether Mary benefited from it or not. "Why do you think the audience made you red?" He drank from a tall glass of amber beer. They was going to be swimming in it by the time it was all gone. Elizabeth was draining her own glass, and they were all feeling it.

"I couldn't tell ya. Is it hot?" The maid ran her hand along her exposed skin, over her arms, down her breasts, to her dark red nipples.

"Not for me." Stan fucking lied. Whether it was Mary's red tits or Elizabeth's white tits, they were different, and that was hot. So hot, he had a red girl now, the corruption in his brain was having a hard time looking away. "But you know Red is the color that's supposed to make guys the horniest, so maybe that's what they had in mind."

"The generous little fucks." Mary laughed and leaned back in the couch, she had her burger balanced on her tits, half-eaten. "Mary you are pounding those drinks, I'm feeeeeling it."

"I just want us all to be relaxed." She winked.

"Do you think if I expose my tits this will taste better?" Stan asked, fumbling at his shirt.

"Couldn't hurt!" Both Mary and Elizabeth reached over to help him rip his shirt off. The poor guy, those animals had him naked form the waist up in seconds. It was brutal, bits of white fabric laid around him like fallen snow.

"Man tits!" Elizabeth whistled.

Stan pretty proudly flexed his pecs and ran a hand down his well-toned body. The two women were looking at him with renewed and hungry looks, and he felt so secure in that, that he didn't bother saying anything. Instead, he went back to his burger and let the increasingly drunk sins sneak all the peaks they wanted. Maybe these two came more corrupted than the rest, or maybe this is just how they were, but they weren't so serious to Stan.

Erica was serious business, Helen, and Cleo that was serious. Those were real people, but Mary and Elizabeth really did seem like toys to him, or at least distractions. So it was fun for Marry to chug down a pitcher and leave the entire room swimming and giggling.

It was just as much fun to hear how each of the girls had tied down the other, in what they claimed was a giant misunderstanding. The stories they told while laughering were a bit horrifying for the man, and he found himself a little afraid to be in the same room with him. They wouldn't tie him up... right? But the beer dulled that, and he just laughed along with them.

And somehow, despite their tipsy listing, and beautiful bodies, they managed to out devour one another until the last fry was eaten, and the last bite of beef gone. Beer sat at the bottom of their glasses, spent and flat.

The three lovers sat around the table, in various degrees of boneless, giggling, and horny. Ironically Elizabeth was the least drunk of all of them. Mary and Stan got to enjoy their inebriation, and hers, which made her the tallest of dwarfs in this situation. "She leave anything for dessert?" Mary raised and lowered one boob, and then the other in an alternating pattern. It was like a deep sea creature luring their pray in with the use of vibrant colors. Stan was transfixed and moving ever so slowly forward.

"I don't think so." He mumbled.

"Heeeeeey." Mary whined, and put her arms around Stan to keep him from downing in Elizabeth's cleavage. "Size isn't everything you know, I'm gonna be the only member of your harem without back issues when it is all done."

"Daz good." Elizabeth giggled. "Cuz yer gonna be the maid!"

Mary scowled her way. "Howz bout I start by cleaning that smile of yer face huh?" She reached out to grab Elizabeth, forgot there was a coffee table between them, fell over it, did a flip and ended up sprawled out on the ground with the vampire.

"Watch yer step!" Elizbeth giggled, and quickly climbed on top of Mary. She held her wrist to the floor, and leered down at the red girl. "This brings back memories."

"Mmmmm!" Mary struggled but to no avail, Elizbeth meant business, and she meant to keep Mary right where she had her.

"What should I do with her... master?"

Stan smiled and wiped his hands off on a napkin. "How about you two kiss?"

"So sweet." Mary rolled her eyes, then pursed her lips. She had to make the master and the audience love her, that's what skylar said.

"Oh look at that." Elizabeth teased. "She was so quick to accept that, I think she wants to please you."

"Don't you?" Stan's pants had made their way into history, and he was stroking his dick.

Elizabeth had to paused... that was a big did, but not too big. "Um...I don't know. This is her night, I'm just being a good friend."

"Kiss her." Stan said again, testing out his master voice.

"Oookay." Elizabeth leaned down, and kissed Mary. The shared in their quick loveless kiss, but before Elizbeth could get away, Mary chomped on her lip. "Ouch." Elizabeth laughed and licked her wounded lip. "Nasty little girl. What should we do with her master?"

Stan laughed and got to his feet, it was a tumbly affair. "I think you deserve that, for not following orders."

"Mmm." Elizabeth smiled down at her prey. "Now he's starting to sound like a man, isn't he?"

"You're the chef." Mary scoffed, not quite over the wounded pride she'd received from this show today. "How is that better than a maid?"

The vampire grinned nastily. "I make something master wants, and you just take away his trash." As she said, this Stan kneeled behind Elizabeth and started to pull down her panties. "See? He's choosing me!"

"You're on top." Mary complained.

"Where I belong."

"Don't fuck her master." Mary begged, again hating that whiny tint to her voice, what had Helen done to her? "It's my night, fuck me."

Elizabeth leaned back and pressed herself against him. "I'm right here, master. Abusing your maid is making me so hot, just take me, ooh!" Elizabeth grinned easily down at Mary. "He's in."

Stan began his manly work, and started fucking Elizabeth doggy style. That was some good shit, his dark skin, her light, like yin and yang spiraling together into eternity. Her fat knockers slapped together and smacked Mary about her mouth and chin, and Elizabeth cooed, and mocked Mary with just her eyes.

"You bitch you fucking bitch!" Mary growled and struggled. "That's my dick! That's mine!"

All this did was make Elizabeth laugh. "You hear that, master, Wrath is Jealous."

Stan had nothing for that, but groans. These two were the toys, and their whining and cruelty was kind of hot. A display just for him.

"Beg." Elizabeth whispered. "He likes it." Her eyes were less cruel than they were before, Mary now understood that this was all part of the game, their seduction. Yet at the same time, it was just as clear that she wanted to hear Elizabeth beg, because it would heighten the sex she was having on top.

"Fuck." Mary's head was swimming. This was humiliating... but Elizabeth was right. Mary always did love with her victims begged... "Please master, please stop stop stop!" She tried to remember some of the better beggings she'd heard in her time and replicate it. "I want your dick, it's my night! Please fuck me! I need it! I need it!"

"He loves it!" Elizabeth moaned, arching her back. His dick was swelling inside of her. "Look at you, you sad little waif. I thought Helen was Envy, I thought Helen was the cuck! But look at you! You're pathetic! Beg more! Are you wet? Are you wet?"

"I'm wet! I'm wet master, please! I want to serve you! I want to fuck you! I'll clean her disgusting slime off your cuck, and you can fuck me! Please, please! I need it! I want it."

"Woah!" Elizabeth laughed, and she was shoved off of Mary, she rolled on the carpet in a fit of giggling, and touched herself. "There you go slut!" She kicked her legs in the air victoriously.

"You want this?" Stan slapped the crotch of her bloomers with his cock. Her glowing red sex was visible through the wet and translucent material.

"Yes! Oh fuck!" He grabbed the crotch of her bloomers, and ripped them apart, until there was enough room for that tool to slide through and into her. "Yeeeees!" She hissed and let him take her, both their tools well-lubed for the job. "I hope I please...."

Whatever line Mary was going to try and use, was cut off by Elizabeth squatting down on top of her face. "Blah blah blah, maids don't talk." She smiled at Stan. "You look so handsome when you're domi-ow." Elizabeth glared down at her crotch, then reached down to twist Mary's maroon nipples. "Bite down there all you want, I got my own buttons to push." She felt Mary retract her teeth. "Good girl." Elizabeth looked up at Stan again. "We're going to have our hands busy with this one. She's feisty." She squeezed her thighs. "And I expect licked down there, you stupid maid. Good help is so hard to find."

"You're crazy." Stan grunted as he plowed into Mary.

"Oh she's not any better." She rubbed her fingers along his chin, and kissed his lips. "Do you like begging?"

"Yeah," He nodded too drunk for shame. "I like you fighting over me."

"Yeah you do." She purred, and ran her fingers through his hair. "It's because you're important, you deserve it. You deserve these women, and you deserve to toy with them."

He made a sour face, but it might have just been a pleasure kind of thing. "I just want... everyone to be happy."

"Why?" Elizabeth kissed him some more. "Happy is is crap, it's..." She fluttered to fingers to indicate something ethereal and fake. "Fulfillment is what's important. Fulfillment comes from purpose, and where do servants get their purpose?" She lifted herself up so Mary could have some air.

"From..."

Elizabeth lowered herself back down. "Shut up, I wasn't talk to you... and keep licking. You have the tongue of a virgin." She tilted her head at Stan. "Where was I?"

"Talking." Stan grunted.

"Clever, and hurtful." Elizabeth feigned a stab to the heart. "Servants get their purpose from you, the master. So Mary may not be happy as a docile little toy, but she sure seems fulfilled. The servants are for us to use and **** as we choose. If that makes US happy."

Stan grunted, again. Then putting his arm past her, he pushed her off Mary, so he could see her face. "You're dead last Elizabeth... you should be worried about how I... treat servants." He looked down at Mary, her mouth covered by wetness. "Are you liking it?"

"You're perfect with that big dick, master." Mary moaned and gave Elizabeth a subtle middle finger.

"Oh you're so right Master." Elizabeth crawled back and started licking her juice from Mary's lips. "I'm so sorry Mary, you deserve master's cock. You're a good maid, you're a hot maid. I love you."

"Mmm." Mary sighed, and slipped her tongue into Elizabeth's mouth.

"That's good." Stan sighed, finally some kissing. "I'm going to cum, I'm about to cum."

"My pussy made him cum." Mary said proudly.

"What a good maid, what a good fucking maid." Elizabeth praised. She held Mary's face in her hands, and slapped the girl as she praised her.

"Beg for it." Stan sighed, pulling out of Mary. "Both of you beg for it."

"Noo." Mary whined, touching herself. She now felt cavernously empty.

"Come on." Elizabeth hissed, then wretched Mary up on her knees. "Cum on me Master." She stuck out her tongue. "I'm your hungry slut, I want to taste you."

"No cum on me, my pussy did all the work." Mary tweaked her nipples roughly, clenching her thighs.

Ugh, all the red fucking skin, Stan couldn't believe it. So hot, too hot. "He closed his eyes, and jerked his cock in Mary's direction, giving what he could to the girl. He'd been coming a lot this week, and it was in short supplies, so she got a few hardy lines, across her neck and cheek.

"Uuuugh why are you so sexy?" Elizabeth whined and started licking Mary, and her prize from her body. Competition lost, but not by much. Mary ended up have a good idea after all.

Stan was spent, his own head swimming he fell backwards against another couch, and closed his eyes.

"I won." Elizabeth said numbly. She was overstimulated and mentally diluted from the night.

"Yes you did." Elizabeth purred and pushed her to the couch to join Stand. She took Mary's hand and put it around Stan's tired dick. They were both her sleepy drunk dolls by this point. "Now be a good girl, and get him hard for me." Mary obediently started stroking his dick, even as her eyes struggled to stay open. "Good girl, good maid. Demon are just made to serve aren't they?"

3 Is a Magic Number + 5

First +5

Make Love to Me 4

Paint Me 3

Mary 11VP (+17)

3 Is a Magic Number +5

First +5

Make Love To Me +4

Goes Down Smooth +3

First +3

Elizabeth Bathory 5VP (+20)

I throw this question out to anyone with a better memory than me. Goes Down Smooth, is for eating the master's cum outside of a blowjob... do we recall this already happening? I don't think so, but It's hard to believe I got through 80 chapters without it.