Round 4 Voting

The lounge was set to entertain. It was at once too big for the casual gatherings of the grand balcony, and too big for the crowd they’d entertained in the theater. This appeared to be a casual setting. Only a few tables were spread out, couples in classy dresses and handosme suits clinked glasses and whispered conspiritorially. Every kiss wasn an affair, every glance lustful.

Before the stage sat Stan, who was sipping an old fashion. He had the look of a man who’d had a lot of sex during that week. It a word, content.

Skylar was on stage, pounding away at a piano with skill that hinted at a long childhood in fluffy dresses with a cigarette smoking mother over her shoulder saying ‘practice, practice, practice’ An ash tray resting on the piano. She worked away at her song, a nice jazzy little beat, as the PA’s ran around with their hair on fire.

It had not been an easy week. Skylar was without her powers, the lodge was half shut down, they’d had a breach, and now something was controling the NPC’s. Even their fearless leader was starting to show the strain of it all. Yet there just minutes before the cameras started rolling, she was as calm as the eye of the hurricane. While they got the contestants dressed, and done up, she plinked away at the keys. Half her crew found her calm inspiring, the other found it infuriating, as they labored and she did nothing.

The girls were herded on stage, in their dresses and costumes. Cleopatra came out in sandles, and her golden dress. The dress speaks and whispers to all them men watching, they suddenly turn away from their mistresses and wives and look her way. She winks, and cocks her impressive nose into the air so everyone can admire her profile.

Helen does the same for the women in the audience, in her pink flowery dress they look to her. And now all the audience forgot their lovers, and looked between their preference of gold or pink. She winked, her beauty was still unmarred by this show. Her dress was her own, her body her own, just the perfection the gods gave her at the dawn of creativity.

Boudica stomped onto stage like a newly born cult. Her heels were immense, and she still didn’t have the skill to navigate them. She was dressed, or more likely painted with bright pink latex. From ankles to her throat it crept up her body, leaving nothing to the imagination, as if any imagination could imagine a more perfect vision of obscenity than Boudca’s bimbo body. Her red hair cascaded down her shoulders, as attractive as ever.

Erica had her hands stuffed in a leather jacket, as she came out. She looked bored, the perfect bratty little girl, still in her gothy school uniform. She rolled her eyes in an annoyed way, and tilted her head. The stylists decided that they quite like the paigtails they’d seen earlier in the week, and let her wear them out for the audience. She wiggled their head to judge their intrests, but fournd herself quite disliking the juvenile look. Then she caught Stan’s eyes. Her wiggling tails caught like gaze like a angler fish, and suddenly she loved these stupid little piggy tails.

Olympias was a morose figure, not too dissimilar from a prisoner at the gallows. It didn’t matter if she was dressed in a sunny little bodycon dress. Being clothed in light itself couldn’t have brigthened her disposition.

Skylar had made it clear that Mary would be fully dressed when the episode started. The red skinned maid was still **** to go to each room, and beg, but there was no resistance. Still there was a sense of betrayl. This outfit was a dowdy thing, that went all the way to the floor. You couldn’t even see her boots, let alone her neck. Figures today of all day, they grant her a bit of modesty.

What need we say about Eve? Naked, glorious, perfect.

Elizabeth was in a simple cocktail dress. It’s blackness stopped below her ass, and went halfway to her breasts. She was back to normal, her femininity fully restored, along with her hair, and thin from. To her regret, her over inflated knockers were still knocking, but the audience liked it that way. She thought about covering them with her arms, but what good would that do? Squish them on either side? Bah.

The camera panned across this sea of beauty, until it landed on the gently playing Host. Skylar hair was jelled out into spikes, and she was wearing an army green romper, emblazoned with an anarchy symbol. “Hello everybody.” She played a few notes. “It’s Harem Hotel, and we’re all living in sin.” Plink plink. “We’ve had a crazy week together all of us, twists and turns alliances and betrayals, it was such a wild week that we’re still adding up the totals. But our number monkeys will get that to you in a jiff.” Plink plink. “For now we’re leaving things to you, you know these ladies have been working hard all week to get you the hottest sex scenes on television. We’ve provided for you a brief sampling.”

Our audience is once again treated to the sight of Helen wrapping her feet around Stan’s dick while she sucks him off.

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Helen

Princess of Troy

“Wow what a scene!”

“Hello Skylar, glad you liked it. I know you were just begging for a foot scene.”

“And you delivered. I mean wow that was such a fun playful scene, what were you thinking going into all of this?”

“You’re making me blush. I wanted to do something unique that I though would earn me some first time bonuses. I really just wanted to make the whole process fun. I knew Cleo would try something sultry, she’s a fellow seducer ya know? So I wanted wanted to be the silly one! Silly is sexy, okay? Too much of sex is grown red faced, bald guys railing some oiling freak. Lovers should joke, and laugh, and definitely fart on each other. Not that I’ve ever farted…ever.”

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After the interview the reel moves into Cleopatra fucking Stan missionary.

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Cleopatra

Queen of the Nile

“Yaaaaaaawn, that’s what I think when I see that clip.”

“Really? You know what I see? Stan fucking Erica while she whines like a little girl. Stan fucking Mary in front of those lesbians. Stan giving into his lusts all week because of what I did to him there.”

“I love it! Yes indeed for those of you not in the know Cleopatra’s corruption trait got maxed out!”

“I’m infectious now!”

“Only instead of rotting the body, Cleo’s got a STP, sexually transmitted perversion that rots the mind.”

“Mmmm, keep talking to me like that and I’m going to cum.”

“You’ve earned it. This week wouldn’t have been nearly as fun without what you did. It’s just a shame you couldn’t close the deal with Helen.”

“Next week maybe. So just remember everybody, I was with Stan every night this week fucking his slaves right along with him. His lusts are my lusts. He is mine. This harem is mine! THE PRIZE SHOULD BE MINE!”

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From the vanilla we go to “holy crap what happened here?” Boudica face first in a puddle of piss getting fucked by a newly corrupted Stan, and loving it!

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Boudica

Queen of The Iceni

“Gross gross gross, I don’t even want to talk about This scene, let’s just talk about your cute new pink outfit!”

“Come on don beh such a foofie. I drank tinkle, snuggled in tinkle I can admit it. Got meh a whole bunch o’ points too!”

“You seem proud!”

“We’ll I’m not going to put it in my resume, but I know, ain’t no girl who’s going to follow me up on that act. Them points are mine girlie!”

“We’ll I got to admire your spirit. Anything else you want to say? Just watching this clip makes me queasy.”

“Yeah, thanks to my chat, I know know what a blow job is.”

“Cheese and crackers Boudica!”

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We now see Olympias trying out her best mime routine, as she’s fucked by some unseen ****. She’s blushing, and growling, and her tight fit body clenches and cums.

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Olympias

Mother of Alexander The Great

“You’ve had a week.”

“Stop.”

“Sexual awakening, sexual laziness, a song and dance number, cold feet, an orgy, your first orgasm from a man this side of Christ, and you don’t even know who the lover is. Your a lesbian for a day, no sex there, not with the master, unless you count being a needy little cuck like Helen, which we’ll see if the audience does. And of course finally you try to **** your way into Eve’s night, only ti be humiliated, denied and cast away. Did that sad little orgasm you had while you were begging count as sex? I wouldn’t think so.”

“You’re in a sweet mood today.”

“Do you have anything to say for yourself you sexless spinster?”

“Don’t you see how hard I tried? I licked Grace clean with my tongue, humiliated myself on stage, I would have had him in the lounge if you hadn’t stopped me!”

“You were supposed to be my mountain. I thought you were indomitable! You said on the mountain you were giving it your all from now in, and you let yourself be defeated at every turn.”

“I was not defeated. I got every girl to that door on the time I chose. I defeated them.”

“Yet that discipline was noticeably lacking for yourself.”

“I don’t know what happened to me on my night, but I won’t make excuses. If I fail because I wasn’t as horny and needy as these other sluts, then so be it. I’m not like them, I’m above them all you stupid little creature. Sex with me is a gift, a divine offering! Shame on you for thinking you could cheapen it and me so. I failed to be a proper enough whore, I doubt my pride will suffer for it!”

“There’s my pride! Looks good on you, and it just so happens You’re in luck. Some of your misfortunes may have been out if any of our hands, and beyond that the invisible man who crashed your orgy, and used you… was Satan himself, your true master.”

“What are you saying.”

“I’m saying that in a technicality you had sex with the master. When the challenge was given it was for Morgan, then we switched to Stan and very soon everything will be right in the world and Satan will return, so who’s to say what counts?”

“The audience.”

“The audience. If you get last place, I’ll eliminate you. Any other placement, and you live to fight another day, sound fair?”

“Not at all. If what you’re saying is true I’m the only one who had sex with the true master. All the others have failed, and should be eliminated.”

“She’s back baby. Okay fine, oh queen of the middle. She who was never impressed, nor offended the crowd. If you’re voted as the favorite, I will eliminate every other contestant. The next month will be you and Satan alone in the lodge with your stable of pets. If you’re voted least popular, then you’ll be eliminated.”

“It’s a deal.”

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From Olympias’ invisible performance we’re taken to the hyper active Mary, who’s enjoyed two scenes with her lord and master. The first was a threesome where she played the part of the abused and submissive maid with Elizabeth as her partner. The second involved her tying up and abusing, Xi, Elizabeth, and Olympias as Stan ducked her to their encouraging calls.

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Bloody Mary

Queen of England

“What a week!”

“I don’t even care if I lose, I left it all on the field this week.”

“It even looks like you made friends at the end with Erica there, if only that counted.

“We’ll have to see if it pays off in the popularity vote, and idea how I’m doing?”

“The audience has been mum so far. We’ll have to see.”

“Wicked.”

“Now I have to say, Cleopatra pulled off the play of the year this week, but an under appreciated ploy has to be you sending Xi to make sure Elizabeth didn’t sleep with Stan.”

“It was more about getting myself in there, but when I make a promise I see it though. Say my name three times, you’re Losing your eyes. And if I tell the audience I’m going to be sabotaging the competition then you best believe I’m on it!”

“It’s been great to watch you bloom this week, I’m eager for more!”

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Next up Skylar got to take a trip down memory lane. Some of her old projects danced before her eyes. Such clumsy work in some places, and in others her beautiful ideas were ruined by Karen’s input. A giant rat furry? Yick.

Still there was something nostalgic about the atmosphere of the club. Then there was the star of the show. Erica **** and drunk, barley thinking, sucking dumbly on a pacifier. Her eyes rolled up in pleasure as her daddy took her virgin asshole in front of the whole crowd.

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Erica

Avatar of Joan of Arc

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“Okay we can’t keep staring at each this whole time. Our personal drama aside, I think there is a powerful story to be told with a college lesbian coming come to find her true purpose as her daddy’s butt slut.”

“You are so gross, from a number of vectors. But I’m trying to win this thing, so yes Stan boinked my butt. And thanks to your stupid traits it was one of the best moments of my life, what little of it I can remember. He just felt so big and strong, and I felt little and protected in his arms. My butt is sore, and I’m not sure I like the anal all that much, but… sigh… I really like feeling like his little girl.”

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After Erica Elizabeth’s adventure with Mary is put on display. Her slapping and controlling the submissive maid. Her dirty talk, and drunken fun made for great television.

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Elizabeth Bathory

Mistress of Blood

“Did you have to do this during the day?”

“Not ideal I know, but this is what it means to be you. What do you think of the nights you spent with Stan and Mary.”

“I don’t remember them. Twice I woke up in his bed, naked and smelling foul. That’s not me up there. That fat thing definitely isn’t me. I wanted to spend time with him, but Eve drove me out.”

“Oh come on, you’re looking at the clips you must have an opinion.”

“I think it’s disgusting okay? Where is the love, the cuddling, the kissing? How is that a relationship? I’m slapping Mary and I’m supposed to think that’s hot? I want a foot rub, I want someone to brush my hair, I want to rub his sore shoulders, and cook for him. I don’t want all this nasty mean stuff.”

“Wow… yes, that’s exactly what’s wrong with this show. The girls get rewarded for being the most over the top porn performers. That’s not real, a loving relationship isn’t just… oh wait wait wait, whoops dropped my mask there for a second. Sorry sweetie, you’re on the porn show, Skylar’s Snuggle Carnival didn’t test well.”

“Well, that’s what I think. All this degradation, and filth. Imagine what good this show could do, if it helped broken people heal and grow and develop healthy relationships.”

“… Okay, so I have this friend named Heidi…”

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Last but not least, the first and the most. Eve had a good week. First the show gives us an image of Eve swallowing Stan’s dick, balls and all in the lobby of the lodge. After the clip of her deepthroating demonstration comes to an end we return to the image of last night. Her big glistening ass cheeks, shaking as Stan fucked her crack.

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Eve

Mother of Humanity

“I worship your body! You are a goddess! You are perfect! Stomp on me Eve! I am a bug. Crush me with this perfect, darling feet!”

“So I feel really good about this week. I got lots of good points, came to an understanding with Stan, and had a good time doing it. My new trait kind of scares me, but I think I can handle it, especially if I’m getting some yummy bonuses from it.”

“Eve just look at me, just a a glance please. I need your approval.”

“Looking forward to seeing how my babies react, and just know there’s more in store for next week too!”

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“Hurtful rejections aside, there you have it folks.” Skylar tapped out a few more note. “We’re going to send it off to you cool cats. Rank the performances from best to worst. Please don’t take into account encounters our ladies might have had, that did not involve Stan. Also please consider the bulk of their performance over the week. Did someone provide an overall better sexual experience for Stan, even if the events themselves were smaller than others. Be your own judge… be our judge!” She picked up a fast paced song and started dancing. “Why don’t you all go and vote while I pound this song out? We’ll be waiting for you right after this commercial break.”

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