The Golden Hour

Boudica had been surprised she could leave the master bedroom at all during the night. Maybe Erica was keeping the the bed warm for her. It'd been a good night, tough the points were getting harder to earn with every passing day. Luckily her new and improved foofie, helped with that a bit. With each boink counting as the first time, missionary and public indecency had netted her a sweet 18 points.

The math of the game was becoming a horror all its own. The amount of debuachery needed to say in the green was becoming upsetting. Anyone who didn’t have a way to cheat points was snuggled. She was just happy those people were Cleo, Olympias, and Mary.

She patted the puffed up foofie appreciatively , and had **** but to give it a few needy rubs afterward. Just patting it seemed to awaken the beast like a humming cat. "Fudge." She sighed and braced herself against a wall to rub one out. The silk of her nighty felt device against her sex, and after a few needy minutes she was biting her lip and sighing with relief. "People really are goin' start thinkin' i'm a bimbo if I keep doin' that. Regardless her phone buzzed happily, one of her daily cummies already out of the way. She bit her lip and continued walking the length of the corridor she'd been exploring. "Fudge I could go for another."

Her fuzzy pink slippers padded along an outside hallway of the lodge. Snow covered windows passed one after another, and eventually she found a door that lead out to the Grand Staircase. Safe from the elements thanks to a web of space heaters, she ventured out onto the wood work.

She was surprised to find she wasn't alone. Her first hint was a wave of dizziness that washed over here, the new sign that she was within the presence of Elizabeth. Boudica welcomed the sudden onset drunkenness and waded through furniture to get to her. She was looking out at the lights of Aspin. Cracking walnuts all the while.

"Evenin'." Boudica said, pulling into station.

Elizabeth smirked, not entirely surprised by her arrival. "I thought you might be around. I was just thinking these nuts would be half way eddible if you spat in my face.'

Boudica spat in her face. No hesitation.

Elizabeth paused, momentarily appauled that the woman had done it, no thought at all. She let her anger, and disgust fade, before popping the meat of a nut in her mouth, and chewing. "Right again." She mumbled, cracking another nut. They really were delicious like this.

"Happy to help."

"I bet." Elizabeth leaned against the railing. "What brings you out at this time of night? I usually have the lodge to myself around this hour."

"Just been thinkin' on somethin' all day. It's keepin' me up."

"Was it that nonsense she pulled on everyone yesterday?" Elizabeth sucked a nut into her mouth. "Imagine my surprise when sundown came, and I was suddenly masturbating with a candy cane."

"Sort of. I've been thinking of how to get back at Skylar. You're an evil meanie, right?"

"I've been called that, yes."

"How would you get **** against her?"

Elizabeth smiled, savoring the question more than the snack. "Just like everyone else, you find what she wants, and destroy it."

"Ah." Boudica nodded, and thought some more. "What do you take away from the girl who's got everything?"

"Eve's breasts." Elizabeth gave her a micheveous smile, which Boudica returned.

"She wants to run a good show, but I've been tryin' to ruin this thing since we started."

Elizabeth considered this. Then her cruel eyes lit up, and her mouth expanded into a smile. "Then it's easy, be the one to provide her with what she wants, then you have control over it. Give her a good show."

"You mean, be a bimbo." Boudica sighed. “Fufill my role.”

"I mean, win."

Cleopatra stood curiously before a window. Through the portal Erica, Boudica and those two nothings that followed Erica around like dogs were throwing hunks of snow at each other. Personally Cleopatra didn’t care for the snow, it was just cold sand as far as she was concerned. Still she looked on, wondering how she’d corrupt the pair.

She could sense Boudica’s connection to Erica now. She felt like Ra, the all seeing eye, her secretary trait just seemed to lay bare all the little details of this game to her. Boudica was connected to Erica by lust now, just as Olympias was connected to Helen through adoration.

The girl must have thought it would ensure the loyalty of their teams wildcard. But Cleopatra saw it as an opening. Corrupt Boudica, and she’s have Erica too. There just weren’t enough points to go around.

Baby steps, three weeks to go.

She could grab Boudica by the hair, and use her leash trait. **** the girl to lick her out. It could work…

She became aware of eyes on her, so she turned around and found three women approaching. Olympias, Mary, and a red skinned Eve.

Betrayal.

Cleopatra recognized it easily, Rome gave her bundles of experience to train her eye. She bolted for the exit, but Eve was on her in a second. “Where do you think you’re going, bitch?” She said as she brought Cleopatra to the ground.

Cleopatra suddenly felt like a glass figurine, in her hands. Was she really this strong? That fast? “Oww!”

“Aww should I hurt her more ma’am?” Eve grinned back at Mary.”

“It’s not our place to break our master’s toys.”Olympias said sternly

Even so Eve looked to Mary to confirm. She gave a nod, and Eve eased up. Cleo’s joints groaned in thanks.

“You turned your trait off, just so you could chase me down?” She hadn’t struck that ridiculous pose when Olympias approached.

“Had to make it sporting.” Olympias stretched, and leaned against the wall, her long body looked so enticing when it stretched. “Now, down to business.”

“Mary you idiot, you’re going to help Olympias?” You might as well be a tiger’s dentist.

Eve didn’t appreciate the name calling, and tightened her grip on Cleo. “Watch your mouth.”

Olympias smirked. “Mary gets plenty from me, now that she knows her place.” She reached out to Pet Mary’s hair. She must have given another sign as well, because Mary got down on her knees.

“What did she promise you?” Cleopatra growled.

Mary’s gaze didn’t lift from the planks in the ground, but a cruel smile did return to her face. “I get to be the one to punish you.”

——-

Erica had run out of fingernails to chew, and was almost out of excuses to not call on Skylar…

“Skylar!”

Completly out of excuses it seemed.

In an instant, the gothy host was sitting cross legged on the bar counter. The tender here was a lot less concerned with carding than Bar Bae had been and was only too happy to have a teen swilling down poison. ‘I’m not drunk enough’ had been one of Erica’s excuses.

“You rang?”

Erica’s heart caught in her throat. This was her first conversation with the woman, since losing Joan. Since losing her power, protection, and her friend. As Erica had hoped with her stunt, it’d bought her more time in the game. Skylar figured she’d been punished enough, but Erica didn’t know this for sure. No one knew what that perverted little goddess thought.

“You need to turn Molly and Marie back to normal, they’re stuck as elves.” Might as well start out strong. Erica had the idea, that Skylar could smell fear.

Evil flicked across the hosts face, that familiar sick pleasure, she took in all aspects of their ****. “Oh I do, do I?” She looked Erica over for a brief but tense, moment. Then as if the working of an angel had transformed her face, she suddenly softened. “Okay.” She snapped her fingers. “It’s done.”

Erica gaped. “Just like that?”

Skylar looked almost dissapointed in herself. “Why not?”

Erica shrugged. “I dunno… thanks I guess.”

Skylar nodded, and looked off at Elizabeth who was eat her lunch while rubbing ice cubes over her naked breasts. It just wouldn’t taste right otherwise.

“I’ve been thinking.”

Erica didn’t love that. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, you being so popular… it’s like an indictement on my entire show.”

“Yeah?” Erica gripped the side of the bar, this sounded like the wind up to eiliminating her. Skylar was a god-like being. Could her ego really handle such an idea? The only **** in the universe she cared about, preferring Erica over her?

“Yeah. I give them sex and sleaze, and they go with the girl who wants to burn in all down.”

“Everyone wants to burn it down Skylar not just me, you’re tortuing us. I’d never been beaten in my life until yesterday. And I went to Catholic school! None of those Rave girls were happy either!”

“Oh yeah?” Skylar cocked an eyebrow.

“Well… not all fo them…”

The cocky eyebrow turned into a full blown cocky smile. “Those must have been Karen’s projects, or Babette’s. You should see my other harems, it’s like Stepford over there.”

Erica chewed the inside of her cheek. This was all goinig so well, so weird. Maybe she should give her something, you’re supposed to do that when a dog attacks. Give them your arm. “If I’m being honest, yesterday with Daddy and Boudica… for a moment I thought ‘This could work.’”

Skylar smiled. “That’s super! Meditate on that thought, expand on it. Give in to it. Be the little goth girl we all want you to be.”

“But I don’t want that!” Erica whispered. “Doesn’t it matter what we want?”

“But you do want it.” Skylar insisted. “I made sure of it, you want to be his little girl, more than you want to be with girls. You rebelled against your family, your dogma, your own self doubt to prusue those desires, that need, that love. You want this more than that, you know you do.”

“But it’s not me. No one told me to fall in love with girls, a hell of a lot of people told me not to. But I wanted it, I chose, no one else! Maybe God made me this way, but I got to choose.”

Skylar crossed her arms, she was getting grumpy, though Erica could tell she’d been straining herself to hold something back. “Well unfortunatley you did choose, we have a contract. And what’s so wrong with going with the desires you were made with huh? I was made whole cloth with all my loves and desires. Knowing that I was made to fufill the desire for a Kawaii host does’t make me any less happy.”

“But you’re trapped in the body of a goth, or punk, or whatever the hell this is supposed to be. Doesn’t that upset you? Being **** to present as something so far against your nature”

“I…I…I…” Skylar’s eye started twitching. Like a robot who’d failed a Turing test. Vivid livid despair streaked across her face. Anguish, horror, anger, and anger. She settled on anger. “I’m nothing like you guys, don’t even try to compare our situations.”

Erica smiled. “It’s true and you know it!” She got to her feet, she could almost feel Joan speaking to her. “We’re the same! We’re trapped in your game, and you’re trapped in theirs! The Producers, or whatever you call them.”

“Err!” Skylar bared her teeth. “Why is every conversation with you so frustrating?” She snapped her fingers, and Erica was suddenly gagged by a pacifer. “Maybe I’ll go back on helping your friends out.” She feasted on the panic in Erica’s eyes. “Maybe I’ll make them even smaller, small enough to fit up inside you, don’t worry I’ll make them want to be your personal dildos I…” She She stopped mid sentnece, then lowered her hand. “This whole season was such a mistake.” She pointed an acussing finger at Erica. “You think about how you can be the best little girl for your Daddy and the audience, and you’ll be the happiest lamb in the pen. Keep torturing yourself like this and I can’t help you. You can be so happy, all the time if you just go along with the plan!”

The she was gone, like frames removed from a film. The room grew silent except for a long exhale of air from Erica.

She took the pacifier out of her mouth and looked it over. “It’s starting to feel weird when someone doesn’t plug my mouth during a conversation.” She chucked the binky across the room., the faces the bartender. “I’ll take a screwdriver.”

——-

Cleo hung from ropes in the basement. She felt like a spider trapped in a web. Or a fly rather, because the door was opening, and the spider was crawling inside.

Mary had assembled her uniform, a suitably intimidating latex number this time. A whip was coiled in her hands. Her heels clicked, her hips sashayed.

She grabbed hold of a rope and maneuvered Cleopatra to where they could meet face to face.

The Queen of The Nile smirked, and looked up. “Did she buy it?”

Mary smirked back. “No.” Her whip uncoiled, and pooled at her feet on the floor. “But I’ll convince her.”

——-

Cleopatra didn’t know about convincing Olympias but Mary had certainly convinced Cleopatra. The welts were back but the psycho delivering the blows was Mary, not Skylar. She was a menace, and for a long time that afternoon Cleopatra regretted making an alliance with someone so unhinged.

She was a singing, cackling monster who wouldn’t rest until every part of Cleopatra was howling with pain.

It was made tolerable thanks to Wang, the little wrath did her job making it a pleasureable experience. Cleopatra actually got to experience the bizarre sensation of coming from pain. It was a new sensation but not one she wanted to relive, though the orgasm was appreciated.

Now she was tied up, gagged, and collard. Olympias’ stony hand led her to the master bedroom where she was **** to kneel and wait. Now she knew what everyone was kvetching about all week. The inelegant brute was forcing her way into everyone’s night with the master.

Not so much of a disaster for Erica, Mary, Elizabeth who were all disasters anyway. But Cleopatra actually had a rapport with Lucifer, and Stan. Now with this gag, it wasn’t clear her silver tongue would ever leave her golden lips.

“Olympias now it just looks like you’re abusing my propery.” Lucifer surpised them both by coming to Cleopatara and looking into her eyes. “Are you alright?” He’d recovered from yesterday, sober and yes, handsome as always.

‘No.’ Was the silent response from Cleopatra. She wasn’t in control, how could things be alright?

The Devil seemed to pick up on this, and gave Olympias a weary smile. “Erica was covered in welt too, what do you think you’re doing out there Olympias?”

She giant shrugged. “Erica was not my doing. This one tried to hurt Helen.”

“That wasn’t very smart of you.” Lucifer tutted, and stroked Cleopatra’s hair. He tenderly ran his finger along the bruises and bumps on her skin, smiling sinisterly when she hissed or squirmed at this touch. “Who’s up for ice sckating?”

—--

Olympias had the body of an Olympian, but there just something about ice skating that vexes even the most coordinated athletes. It takes grace, and for all the royalty, and divinity, that’s one thing Olympias lacked. As such she spent most of the date splayed out on the ice. Giving Cleopatra a bit of privacy.

“Does she know you’re infectious?” Lucifer asked Cleoaptra, as the the of them glided along the ice.

“Nope.”

“That should make for a fun surprise.”

Cleopatra licked her lips anxiously. “I’m counting on it.” She glid some more. “Why do you tolerate her. You can’t enjoy her company.”

“You don’t git it.” He chuckled, and sped on ahead, forcing Cleopatra to sprint to keep up.

“What’s to get?”

“I don’t enjoy any of your company. All you petty little monkeys. But she does make you all miserable, and I make her miserable, and I like that.”

Cleopatra rolled her eyes. He’d seen the way he’d smiled at Elizabeth, the only one she’d seen that was lacking in sadistic delight. But that was truth to keep to herself. It might be valuable. “We can’t all be equally repulsive to you, and she can’t be the least repulsive.”

‘Truthfully Cleopatara I have no preference who wins this game among the lot of you. Whether my harem is filled with drooling perverts of your design, or the well regimented slaves of Olympias. So long as Eve doesn’t win I’m happy.”

“Even if Erica or Boudica win? The two who want to kill you?”

Satan must have thought that was a joke, because he laughed, and laughed. “Those two? How sweet, but you should have seen them last night. No, their resistance is just about at it’s end. They thought teaming up would make me more managable, but that was a trap. Their romance, their attraction to eachother, they allowed me to insert myself in. With Olympias cast as the villian I was able to look quite favorable, just by letting them triumph over her.”

Cleopatra looked at Olympias struggling to get to her feet. She was burning bright with emberassment, Cleopatra could almost see her trait working it’s way on her mind, and body. “You’re using her…”

“She’s the only one among the whole Harem who’s what I really need from you lot, she’s useful. More hated than me, she keeps all the discontents occupied with her. Boudica spent five points, just to keep her away for the night. And now she’s hot and ready for you to corrupt. I’m sure that will go well.”

“What do you mean?”

“She’s hard to handle now, when all she wants to The Harem’s subservience. What will she be like, when… her desires are your own?””

“Shit.” Cleopatara looked back in a panic. She hadn’t even considred that! She’d just assumed if the entire Harem shared her trait she’d be the default queen. Of course Olympias wouldn’t roll over, and play nice.

“See there you go.” Lucifer smiled. “Worried about her, when I’m right here.”

“I’ll just not sleep with her…”

“I don’t think you have a choice.” He winked. “She can only get off with two partners, and judging from the flush of her cheeks…”

“You set this up… why?”

“I’m playing this game too aren’t I? Thought I’d help you along with your goal. I think you should look forward to your trait slowly breaking her brain… or quickly if I have her upgrade it. You’ll get everything you want, it’ll just be Olympias corrupting the harem, not you.”

Cleopatra was wet, just dreading it. “What do you do… master?”

“The only thing you can do.” He jumped in the air, did a spin, landed on one blade, kicked his other leg out, and did a low sort of bow, as his momentum carried him backwards. “Earn points!”