Popularity of The Patriarch

The commercials are over folks, but the drama has just begun. Skylar still sits upon her piano like it's the throne of the world. "We're back everyone. You all took to the polls today, to measure which one of our contestants had the most appeal, let's put the results up on the screen!"

Erica 10BP (+10)

Helen 15BP (+7)

Cleopatra 6BP (+6)

Boudica 21BP (+5)

Olympias 18BP (+4)

Mary 5BP (+3)

Eve 3BP (+2)

Elizabeth 3BP (+1)

"Not much of a shake-up honestly." Skylar said, remarking on the similarity of the scores in the challenge and the popularity. "But does a good performance engender popularity, or does being popular encourage people to vote for your performance, hard to saaaaaay."

"I want to live in a world where people just really liked my footjob." Said Helen, admiring her score.

"Quite the climb for you cutie, you just need to knock Erica off, and you'll have climbed the whole ladder."

"Better watch out." Helen winked at Erica, but the Hispanic girl took no joy or pleasure in it. she was a dead woman walking, popularity be damned. All she could hope is that her points would help Boudica out.

“Okay well, while we’re fooling around with points, I wanna do somethin!” Speaking of our redheaded queen...

Skylar shushed the crowd and leaned in.” quiet everyone, the brilliant Boudica is about to hatch a masterful plan.”

“Stick it up your tooshie fudgehead, I’m buying Erica’s babysitter role, thing.”

“Ah.” Cleopatra snapped gamely, “I wanted that.” She grinned again at Olympias. “I was on a budget.”

“What’s it do?” The giant asked.

“Let’s Boudica gets points for sleeping with Erica.”

Erica held her hand out to her friend. “No don’t, don’t waste your points.”

“I’m not going to sleep with ya kid, I’m just trying’ to keep Goldie over there off your back. “ she looked to Skylar. “Do it.”

Skylar nodded. “Big sis Boudica coming right up.”

With the inevitable snap Erica felt a space in her mind expand. It filled with Boudica. She realized that despite all her blustering and blundering, she’d been a ruler in her time. A general, a real threat to Rome. She felt herself come under her sway, her authority, Boudica was bigger than her, not just in the booby department.

She sighed, exhaling in a way a bit of her former self. Just as college, and modesty, and in a way, confidence had gone to the wayside. She felt like Boudica was the one person who would take care of her when Daddy wasn’t around.

“There.” Skylar smiled, the more bonds contestants made during the game, the better. “Now the way it works is...”

“Yeah yeah.” Boudica waved her off, "I ain’t listenin’ move on.”

How that queen annoyed our host. “Fine. I’m sure you’ll read it in the manual!”

“Before we go too far.” Mary held up her hand. “I got a bone to pick with Erica too.”

The Host nodded, and the screen gave a clip of Erica and Mary taking turns smacking Lilith’s ass. “For finding and slaying our dragon the two of you can split a prize of 10bp.”

“She can have it.” Erica demured.

“Wut?” Eve swayed.

“She found Lilith, did all the work. She can have it.”

“What’s gotten into you?” Boudica hissed. “We need them points.”

Erica looked away, not having the heart to say what she knew was coming.

“Yeah chill out.” Mary laughed, and checked her phone where ten fresh points were waiting for her. She deposited 5 and sent the rest over to Erica. “As if I’m in this to win. Besides, two people go out on a hunt, they both get a trophy.”

Of course the demon was going to be a good sport about all of this. Erica looked at the film on screen, her tongue flicking across a dragon’s scaly nethers. It almost seemed decadent to be embarrassed by it now. "Okay."

"If we're all settled, I'll put the current rankings up."

1st Place: Eve 79VP 3BP

2nd Place: Erica 76VP 15BP

3rd Place: Helen 58VP 15BP

4th Place: Boudica 33VP 11BP

5th Place: Mary 26VP 10BP

6th Place: Cleopatra 25VP 6BP

7th Place: Olympias 6VP 18BP

8th Place: Elizabeth 0VP 3BP

Olympias

Mother of Alexander The Great

"My chances do look dire when you put it that way."

Boudica

Queen of The Iceni

"Ha! All that snuggling effort and the queen snake is way behind us in the rankings. Suck it!"

Skylar gave the room a satisfied glance, as she saw various victories, and despair sink in. "Eve and Erica sure do seem unstoppable, I wonder who's going to stop them and how? Though for a few of you, I know your only thoughts are on survival. Alas, that's the drama. There's still 85 points to be earned and lost through challenges. Anything can happen!"

Elizabeth Bathory

Mistress of Blood

"Yeah, well it has to in order for me to make it out of this."

“Stan you’ve been a wonderful sport, this week, but as the audience, no doubt knows, you’re not the real master of this show.”

Suddenly the smooth whispery feeling of the lounge curdled. All day Skylar had been telling people to calm down, to chill out, well this did not bode well for that theme. “What do you mean?” Stan set aside his drink.

“Our Joan here, knows where Satan’s being held, and we’re getting the show back on track.”

Stan sneered. “So you’re going to kill me for a second time.”

“This isn’t fair!” Boudica marched towards Skylar. “You have to get your fudge together, we’re not lettin’ you do this a second time."

Olympias just smirked. “Skylar, how are we supposed to fear you. You’re not even competent enough to respect.”

Even Helen was growling at Skylar.

“Figures I get you all attached to the wrong guy." As if getting them to fall in love with the incarnation of evil wasn't hard enough, she had to flash normalish man in front of them fore two weeks of the run. She could feel the princess season slipping through her fingers. "Joan, do it.”

Joan materialized on stage, with her sword in hand.

“Noooo!” Erica cried, running to her partner and grabbing her by the knees. “You can’t do it, she’ll eliminate us, and take you away from me.” The stage wobbled a bit, all of the girl were thrown of balance. Another elimination? Cleo and Eve perked up curiously, but the rest felt nothing but dread.

Joan frowned. “My love, Satan has to be in play. I must.”

“You’re not listening, she said she’ll eliminate me if you do this.”

“She’ll eliminate you if I don’t.”

“Then don’t!” Erica squeezed Joan’s legs. “Keep him trapped! Don’t we win that way? Please Joan, she’ll eliminate me if you don’t free him, but at least he’ll be trapped, and I’ll be bound to Stan.” A pacifier appeared in Erica’s mouth.

“That’s enough of that.” Skylar got to her feet, both feet pressing down on the keys of the piano, creating a horridly despondent note. “Do it Joan.”

“You’ll eliminate Erica if I do?”

Skylar scoffed. “Of course not, haven’t you been paying attention? She’s the most popular girl, and it’s not even really close. I’d be crazy to get rid of her like that. The producers would destroy me, or worse, put me in charge of Harem Hotel: Branson Missouri, uuugh.” She shuddered at the horror, pretty much 9th circle of hell for a host. ‘Yehaw Skylar, as a punishment, I gave this girl a tattoo of a naked lady.’ gag.

“Mmm mmm!” Erica hoped her bond with the saint was enough for her to understand. Skylar was lying! She found that their bond really did allow them to communicate without words. She saw in that moment a sadness in Joan’s yes. “Moh!” Erica cried.

The saint with wings of blazing gold, slashed her sword overhead, and pierced the unreality of the lodge. Like a wound in the world, black tar began to leak from the rend. Maybe not a wound, perhaps a c-section. A form drenched in this black tar dripped from the hole. At drooped with the pace of mapble syrup, and fell onto the floorboards. It sat there like a tumor in puss, for a few moments before there was movement.

Then, as if he hadn’t missed a beat, the radiant beauty of Lucifer was returned to the multiverse. Painfully beautiful, and privledgly white once more, the handsome man we first saw at the start of the show was back. The audience gasped, orgasms taking over the lot of them. The NPCs at least, this was the creature who’d been haunting their dreams, fucking them at night, tormenting them. He had returned in the flesh.

The tar slicked off of him like water on a duck’s butt, and he was back in a suit.

“Boss!” Mary cried, and ran for the man. She tackled him, and he just grabbed her into a hug, and spun him around. “It’s about fucking time.”

“Diaochan’s gone the way of the dinosaurs has she?” Satan smiled and licked Mary from her neck to her ear.

“You know it. I’ve been having lots of fun with what’s left of them.”

“Good girl.” Satan rustled Mary’s short hair, and sent her back into line. “Anybody else want to welcome me back?” He held out his arms for any of the contestants who wanted to get in on it. No takers. He looked down at his feet, at a weeping Erica. “What about you baby? Daddy’s home.”

Erica winced and started to crawl away, not for the line, for the exit.

Lucifer let out a low chuckle and clapped his hands. “I guess we’ve got aways to go.” He took a deep inhale. “Aaaah, but I can smell the sin on you has grown.” There was a snap, and a large playpen suddenly fell on top of Erica, trapping her inside like a prisoner. “Skylar, until now your hospitality has been lacking.”

“Yes, sir.” Skylar sighed. “I’m in over my head, I’m sorry. There will be no more surprises.”

“Good.” Lucifer flicked his rainbowy eyes across the harem. “It should be easier now that you have me here to keep them all in line.”

“Yes sir.”

With that Satan turned around and faced Stan in the audience. “Aaah, my boy.” He grinned. “Thought you could take my harem? Take my throne. Take my identity.”

Stan gulped. He’s never been terrified before… this was not fun. “I’m nobody. Skylar made me.”

“Don’t hurt him.” Boudica growled, not sounding as broken as Skylar had thought. “If you do I’ll rip ye limb from limb. We all still remember you’re mortal.”

“Hmph.” Lucifer smiled at her over his shoulder. “What sort of father would hurt his own son?” He snapped and pointed towards the pretender. “Skylar, I want him in the harem.”

“Done.”

Snap.

Stan suddenly found himself in a waiter’s tux, next to Mark Anthony. “Welcome to the game, man.” Mark Anthony smirked and slapped his fellow **** on the back. “Kind of a hollow victory huh?”

“What happened?” He looked down at this hand.

Mark Anthony shrugged. The two of them were looking out onto the stage, where Lucifer was inspecting the girls, taking special interest in Elizabeth Bathory. “You’re part of the harem now, like me, and the other girls who’ve been eliminated.”

“Fuck.”

“Beats being in hell.”

Stan cocked an eyebrow. “Isn’t that exactly where we’re going when all this is over?”

“No, you see…the fruit… cleo, aw fuck!”

—----

The show was back on track. Satan was the master, the girls all got their transformations. There just left one sore spot in all of Skylar’s domain, and everything would be perfect. “Erica, it’s time for your prize.”

“No!” Erica cried out, finally able to spit the pacifier out. Of course Skylar wanted to hear her beg for mercy. “Please, we’ll follow the rules from now on. Please, I want to play. Just stop.”

Skylar leaped from her piano and menaced her way across the stage, deftly avoiding a right hook from Boudica. All the others were too scared to stand in her way. Even wobbly Eve. None of them wanted to see Erica get obliterated, but no one wanted to catch the sharpnel of her demise either. A few comforted themselves with the knowledge that a strong competitor would be eliminated. They told themselves that their cowardice was justified, and that it was only selfishness that kept them trembling an in their place.“Sorry Erica, there’s two things in this world I can’t abide. Intolerance and cheating. You have to be punished.”

Punished.

“You won’t touch her.” Joan stood between Erica and Skylar. “We had a deal.”

“I won’t touch her.” Skylar agreed holding her fingers up.

“I will destroy everything if you do this to her.” Joan lifted up her sword to strike.

“I renounce God!” Erica cried out. It echoed around the lounge. A stillness filled the audience.

Skylar giggled. Not the first christian she’d made lose faith in god, but damn Erica had a pretty convincing reason to believe. “What?”

“Erica no!” Joan cried out.

“I do.” Erica wept. “I reject him, and all of his works." A coldness gripped her heart, like the hand of some undead monster. “I reject him and all things holy.”

Joan felt a pain in her heart. Such pain. She clutched her chest, golden tears in her eyes. “Don’t do it Erica! They’ll destroy you!” She abandoned care for Skylar and ran to Erica, to get cage.

“W-whatever.” Erica mumbled out feeling her resolve shatter.

“We’re leaving!” Joan cried. She ran and reached for her charge.

Erica stretched her hand out. She couldn’t believe it was ending like this. Molly was right Someone had to have tried saving the world, ending this show. They must of all been shattered on rocks like this. Someone must have tried.

She saw Bar-Bae standing behind her counter looking upon her sick life, and her miserable lover. When Erica tried to save the girl by telling her God was real what had been her response? “What good does that do me?”

There was no God in this game.

“No!” She pulled back, and clutched her hand to her chest, like she was praying, like she was taking communion. “I instead give myself to The Devil, to my daddy, to his dark works.”

“Erica noooooo!” Joan grabbed the bars and shook them. “You mustn’t!”

“I pledge myself to him, I pledge myself to evil.”

“Erica!”

“Hail, Satan!”

And then, as if she were made of sand Joan blew away in the breath of that pronouncement. Her golden light winnowed away like a thousand fireflies returning to the lamps above head.

Erica felt cold. Only now realizing the heat that had kept her alive and brave in this cave, was her love. She shivered and cried, and held onto the bars that she had just touched. She kissed them, hoping for a taste of the safety Joan had always given her so freely.

There was silence on the stage. People rarely experienced spiritual **** in such a public venue. Or so dramatically.

Satan was the only one who had anything to say. Even Godless soulless Skylar was struck dumb. He grinned and crouched outside of her prison. He reached in, and grabbed her by her crying face. He squished her cheeks and looked into her red and runny eyes. “Good girl.”

Next to a religious epiphany, that was the greatest feeling of her life. She felt it in her Pussy, like the caress of a lover. It was pleasure, it was warmth. It was love, or it felt like it to her. The love of something little received from the very big.she wanted more, more touch, more praise. She could cum from it. She knew she could. If he just spared her a few more kind words, more praise. If she was good enough.

It didn’t stop her from crying. She pressed her face to the bars. Snot running from her nose, her lips still pursed by his squeezing fingers. “Thank you Daddy.”

I Worship The Ground You Walk On +5

First! +5

Erica 86VP 15BP