Boudica’s Betrayal

Boudica woke to a soul shattering Quota greeting her on her phone. A straggering 26 orgasms collected between Cleopatra and her freaks, plus Helen and Lucifer pounding it out, literally raw dog the day before. She wasn’t even worried if she could cum that many times in a day, she was wondering if she could survive having them all at the same time should she fail to meet the challenge.

She immedialty went to work scoring points for herself. Helen was still asleep, the woman didn’t make a noise while she slept, it was like being in bed with a statue. Boudica lowered her hand beneath the comforter, and trailed her fingers down into the hairy expanse of her sex. The next obstacle presented itself to her. She was almost numb down there.

No, not numb. It only felt numb compared to what her pussy had been purring at over the last week. Her swollen pussy had developed sensitivity commiserate with it’s size, and now all those nerve ends were gone.

She glanced over at Helen. Word around the street she was a crazy good carpet muncher…

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“RAAAAAANDY!” A nearby mountain rumbled, as snow avalanched off of it’s peak. Boudica came stomping up to a lift, shin deep in snow, and emblazoned with pink.

The painfully handsome ski instructor, looked away from a few NPCS to stare at her. His face lit up. “Boudica, what’s up snow bunny? Looking for a lesson?” He looked her dress up and down. Not in a skirt, surely.

“No no no, no snow bunny horse shiiiiiiiit.” She savored the foul word, like it was a fillet mignon. “I told you the conditions for us gettin’ back together.” Destruction of the show, for those of you keeping score at home.

“So… what do you want?”

“I need you to fuck me. Perferably until I cum 26 times, but no pressure there.”

The ski instructor tilted his head, and looked back at the ladies behind him, all of which he was fucking on the side. “So you don’t want anything to do with me… but you still want me to fuck you?”

“Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!”

“Works for me.” He slipped his arm in hers. “Sorry ladies, I’ve got a snowbank to plow.”

“Awww randy!” The three whined, and shot him pouting frowns.

“This is a fun pair.” Skylar appeared. Arms and sides exposed by a loosely cut shirt, inked with a bluejay. She lounged in the snow like The Cheshire Cat. “Gives me flash backs.”

Randy stiffed some, did she know what Boudica said… about destroying the show? No way. Randy had steered clear of her since then. “Um… I was just leaving…”

“Like hell you were.” Boudica tightened her grasp on his arms. “The fuck do you want, Cuntlar.” She giggled to herself.

“Just wondering if you’re feeling incredibly dumb yet?”

“I feel peak.” Boudica responded.

Skylar smiled. “It’s funny, you’re so blatantly the dumbest competitor I’ve ever had, why’s it so hard turning you into a bimbo?”

“It’s me red hair.” Boudica grinned. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta get my cunt cocked.”

Skylar rolled her eyes. “Looooove that you have that dirty mouth back, anyway. I just wanted to extend my hand to you, and let you know my closet is open for inspection whenever you want.”

Boudica snorted. “And why would I wanted that?”

Skylar was suddenly up on her feet, and flailing her arms wildy. “Because I have like the cutest wardrobe in the entire multiverse, and no one is wearing any of them! And the clothes are crying to me at night, begging to be drooled over!”

“Geez fuck…” Boudica backed away, Skylar was way too intense sometimes. “Okay fine I’ll… You have a closet?”

“Of course.”

“In a room?”

“That’s where we put them.”

“In YOUR room.”

“Yes Boudica.”

“That’s wild. I always assumed you just recharged in a broom closet.”

Skylar nodded. “If by recharge you mean mastrubtate then yes, if you’re saying I’m a robot then no.”

Boudica squinted. “What… what ARE you exactly?”

Skylar giggled girlishly, and put her hand over mouth in an adorable way. “I’m a cutie!”

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Boudica limped down a hallway that had litterally never been there in all the time she’d explored the hotel. Randy was a stallion, and knew what he was doing with that horse cock, but even he wasn’t able to get her past 10 orgasm. It wasn’t from lacking of trying, but eventually both their genitals cried out in agony. “Remember, thou art mortal!”

She'd taken for granted how much of a beating her bimbo body could take. How ironic that all these upgrades she hated so much were the very things making it easier for her to compete in this game. Now that they were gone, god help her, she was missing them. Missing their convenience. She didn't long for the breasts, or the ass, or the pussy, nor did she miss the inability to think of any of them as such.

She missed not turning into howling bomb of sexual agony at the stroke of midnight. She screamed her throat raw, she arched her back like she was being possessed by the devil. Whoever invented the phrase "Too much of a good thing" clearly had 16 orgasms at the same time.

"I'm surprised you didn't cum yourself inside out!" Skylar giggled from her open door.

Boudica snorted, and sped up her limping. The sooner this was over the better. "I did, then it kept coming, and did it all over again."

Skylar admired the wit. "It should be easier for you today. The only person who got any action was Erica off with her cousin."

That couldn't be true. Boudica's quota for the day was 6. Erica wouldn't possibly...

Skylar always lies.

"Whatever, let's see what you got."

Skylar grinned and took Boudica by the hand. She whisked the redhead into her lair.

Boudica knew on some level that Skylar's appearance did not reflect her true self. Mainly because Boudica suspected she was actually some horrible slug investing the body of a person. In the room she'd been expecting dirty laundry, and spider webs. "That's a lot of pink." The room was cluttered, but lovingly so. With pictures, and motivational notes, stuffed animals, pillows, carpets, furniture, it was cramped with all of it, and besides being cramped the room was smaller than any of their suites.

"I just love pinks." Skylar gushed. "Making bimbos is my favorite, I feel like I'm converting people to my religion."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yep. I'm something of a bimbo myself." She winked, and threw open her wardrobe. It was another forest of pink interrupted by an ugly scar of dirty blacks. Skylar reached out and rubbed her hand over the lace, silk, and velvets of her clothing.

“What are you like outside of the show?” Boudica wondered aloud.

“Like that.” Skylar pointed to a picture on a nearby table. There was a picture of a woman in a poofy pink princess dress, standing before Cinderella’s castle in Disney world.

Boudica frowned. “This looks familiar…”

“It’s the happiest place on earth!” Skylar held a sweater up to Boudica to judge her measurements.

“No the girl…”

“That’s me, genius.”

“What?”

“Yeah, the producers gave me a body that would be pleasing to Satan. That’s what I really look like.”

“But… I’ve seen you before.”

“Oh…” Skylar suddenly lit up, “oh right! Do you remember the challenge where we got Mary and Elizabeth? Everybody but you had an opponent.”

“Yeah, it’s where I became a cheerleader. WOOHOO!” She clapped her hands together.

“Exactly, well reviewing the tapes, I found that when Morgan took over she made the two of us compete against each-other, and during that time I was in my true form. I totally won by the way.”

“Hmm.” Boudica placed her hand in Skylar’s chest. “So you made a better cheerleader than me?”

“That’s what the audience thought.” The host gave a confused look to the hand on her chest.

“And a better bimbo?” Boudica brushed her fingers across Skylar’s chest. A finger caught a pierced nipple and ring Skylar like a bell.

“Y-yeah. I’m super cute, and a natural blonde.”

Boudica raised her hand up to Skylar’s scalp and grabbed a handful of hair. “This doesn’t look blonde to me.”

Skylar shivered. “This isn’t my body.”

“You know what I think?” Boudica was gently tugging on the piercing.

“What?”

“I think you’re really a goth, with a bimbo fetish.” She cleared her throat, and tossed her hair. “That’s why we’ve never gotten along.”

Skylar collapsed on the bed. “What’s happening?”

“I want you Skylar.” Boudica began unbutton her dress, it quickly fell off her shoulders. Those mystical freckles finally revealed. “I want you.” She dropped her dress, her delicious breasts hidden only by a bra, her panties struggling to hide her bush. “I want to be a silly bimbo with you…”

Skylar gulped. “I… I want that too.”

“Woohoo!” Boudica flung off her bra. “Run and fly, and swim like trout, come on Skylar let’s lez out!”

Skylar beamed and hooked her thumbs into her skinny jeans.

“No, no I want to do it.” Boudica grinned and got on her knees. Skylar groaned, she loved when a girl got on her knees. Sexual submission. Boudica cooked her hands into Skylar’s packets and began to tug them down.

Her fingers brushed stiff plastic. “Gotcha.” She whispered, and slyly slipped the keycard into her dress pocket.

Skylar’s pussy was hidden behind a thong, her crotch infertile and shaved. What was wrong with this place? Every girl was more heavily waxed than the floors of Congress. Didn’t they know the erotic joy of ticking your nose on a bush full of pubes?

Regardless she pulled the black panties down to the floor. She already had what she wanted, why was she still going on with this?

Skylar’s much talked about pussy was revealed. The outer labia were decorated with two thick rings on each lip, and a gauge the size of a nickel in the middle of each, her inner lips were pierced twice, and her clit too was decorated with a diamond. It hurst Boudica to even look at it. “Want me to lick your cunt?”

Skylar nodded breathlessly. “Call it my foofie, please.”

Boudica rolled her, eyes but couldn’t Stop herself from giggling. “Your foofie?” Her voice was honey sweet.

“Yes, yes please.”

Boudica giggled again. “But yours is so gross.” Boudica gently spread the lips with the rings. “All weird and pierced.”

Skylar whined deeply ashamed at the state of her sex

“You have a weird little goth foofie.” Boudica spat on it, even as her lube trickled down towards her butt. “Say it.”

“Please lick my weird little goth foofie.” Skylar raised her hips enticingly.

Boudica tugged on Skylar’s piercing and gave her clit as exploratory lick. Once there she had fun manipulating and licking Skylar’s sex. Skylar was a great lover, seeing that she was porn incarnate, she moaned, she gasped, she “yeah, yyyyeah, yeaaaaaaaah’d as much as you could hope. And then once a viewer might be tempted to scrub over to the next part of the scene she game. Loud, animalitc, wet and tasty.

Boudica licked her lips, which felt a bit swollen. “That was fast.” Boudica was almost disappointed.

“It’s all about the high lights.” Skylar huffed, and raised her hand to her forehead. “You’re great, we’ve done good work on you, look how far you’ve come.”

“Cum.” Boudica giggled deliriously, then clamped her mouth shut.

“Cum.” Skylar giggled back. Grunting the host pulled herself to her feet. “That was such a sweet little treat. Let me repay you.”

Boudica’s ears pricked up. “You’ll help meh cum?”

“No silly, I’m gonna get you dressed!”

Skylar was unstoppable as a tailor. Should that come as a surprise? The being who delighted in transforming others? In just a few minutes she had Boudica in a white baby-t trimmed with pink. Tight jean capris, and pink pumps.

Boudica looked at herself in the mirror, she was smiling, she was happy she was… manic.

A giggle took her over that wouldn’t go away. She tried to hold her breath, stamp it down but it burbled up like puss from a wound. She clamped her fingers over her mouth but the giggles seeped through the cracks.

As she giggled the baby-t got shorter. Her breasts were growing and lifting the shirt with them. It wasn’t just her breasts either, the jeans were getting tight, around the ass, around the calves, around the thighs, everywhere!

Her nails elongated into pink acrylic talons, bangles, and cheap little cartoon toys dangled from her wrists. Her foofie bloomed back into a bimbo rose, it sucked hungrily at the crotch of her pants, inhaled her thong completely, and left a visible wet spot on the outside.

“Omg!” She gawked, and strutted in front of the mirror. “Is that meh?”

Skylar was tweaking a pierced nipple. “I’m honored sleeping with me finally brought the bimbo out!”

“Sha right!” Boudica giggled. “Like I’d ever with a gross little goth like you.”

Skylar eyes rolled back into the back of her dead. “A bimbo dom, the legends are true.” She got down on her knees. “Of course not! But your breasts are so perfect, maybe you’d let me touch them just a little?”

Boudica grabbed Skylar by her hair and pulled Skylar into her cleavage. “Aww you are just so cute! How can I say no? Come to mama!”

“Mphm! Mphm” Skylar found herself sinking deep into Boudica’s Cleavage. She soon realized that she couldn’t breathe, but figured that everyone meets their end eventually. “Yes mama!”

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Boudica found herself in queer environs at the end of her shuttle trip. Before her stood a great many marbled steps that towered like a mountain. At the top of this summit was a magnificent pillared palace, and atop this palace was the sun.

Yes the sun.

This palace was not Altus, the ever struggling titan who held up the world. This opulent abode did a feat far more amazing. It held up the sun. It held up glory, power, knowledge, and cruelty of a cosmic scale.

“Rome.” Boudica smirked, and ascended the stairs.

Waiting for her was Skylar, the blonde bimbo who’d once competed against Boudica for her place in the harem. “Hail Boudica, Queen of the Iceni.” She gave Boudica a fairly fascist salute, and stood to her feet.

“What do you want?”

Skylar did a cute spin. “I’m here to be your Virgil as you descend into hell. Call me Skylar Glory of The Hosts!” She struck a pose, doves flew out from under her toga.

Boudica rolled her eyes and continued up the mountain. Skylar followed. “Why am I even here? I never once went to Rome.”

“Me neither! This should be a gas!” Skylar giggled and ran up the staircase, where the sounds of sex and debauchery were strongest. They flowed out of the top like lava from a volcano.

The two eventually summited the palace and saw an orgy so immense and wild that Skylar had to run ahead of the cameras and Boudica to remove the more disturbing elements. “Oh my goodness.” She panted, with her hands on her knees. “This placed would get us taken off the air in half the universes we do business.”

Boudica raised any eyebrow and looked to the endless orgy before her. Surprised to find that this was it sanitized. It was a sea of limbs, and liquids. People were in every hole you could stick something in, and a few you shouldn't. The nose, as an example. From the ceiling a rain of rose petals fell onto the fuckers, this and sweet scented perfumes. The stank of sweat, and other things the body ejaculated in moments of pleasure or stress were drowned out by this smell. But it was too **** to be appreciated, too strong. It was as sick and overwhelming as everything else.

Boudica looked out upon it, and saw more points than she knew what to do with. She saw a woman performing an act worth 8, and another worth 10, her modest sex life suddenly opened up to everything lust had to offer. If satan was here she could have gotten to 100 points in an afternoon.

Guarding this mess, this sickness was a 120 foot tall statue of a man. He looked upon the orgy like a god, and liked what he saw. A self satisfied smirk said as much. Who was this man? It wasn't hard the guess, that was a statue of the host. Who sat beneath the statue in a throne of his own. He was a bored blonde boy, barley 24. His hair was curly, and he was upsettingly handsome. Unfairly handsome. He carried his handsomeness with a sort of 'so-what?' type attitude, like his beauty was nothing. Randy knew he was handsome, and he loved it. This man knew he was nearly perfect, and didn't think much of it. He didn't think much of the orgy either, or the statue, or the music he so effortlessly played. To him this was all as natural to him as breathing. Simply something that came to him, by virtue of being.... him.

But the fiddle playing stopped when he spotted Boudica.

His fiddle hissed, and he uncrossed his legs, revealing an average sized dick, about 5 inches. Smut has poisoned your mind if you think 6 is average. Anywho he leaned forward with the utmost fascination, and looked straight at Boudica. One hand dropped the bow, and he began to stroke himself. "By the gods look at that red hair, I've never seen anything like you!" His voice carried over the moaning, and gagging.

Skylar nudged Boudica in the side. "May I present to you Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, the fifth Emperor of Rome!" She then leaned in to stage whisper. "His friends just call him Nero."

Boudica’s eye twitched. “Why?”

It was if a nuclear bomb had just been dropped at a test site, and as it hit the ground, but before it detonated, it tooled out upon its barren landscape, and asked the same question.

“Nero was emperor of Rome in your day.”

“I know that.”

“It was he your husband left his kingdom to in his will, so long as it was ruled by your daughters.”

“I know that.”

“It was he who ignored his wishes, took it for his own, and when you protested on behalf of your daughters it was he who had you all **** and flogged.”

“I know that!” Boudica roared, and charged towards the throne. Guards leapt to his defense but they went the way of china in a bull store. The man had no clothes on, so all boudica could do was press him into the throne and hold him there like a bug beneath a cup. “Why is this Roman animal so important to me?”

Skylar casually stepped beside Boudica. No one in the orgy cared, not even Nero. He was still stroking his dick, still grinning, he was in love. “He created you.”

Boudica said nothing, she was shaking. The bimbo body had gone a long way towards making her non threatening. Without those asssets… it was clear this was a woman whose victims could fill a city.

“Without Nero there would be no Boudica, no rebellion, no war, no ****, no memory. Every civilization thinks themselves at the center of interest and politics in the world. They would stand slack jawed and marvel at the ignorance and prejudice of anyone who would not mention them in their history books. Rome mattered, England mattered, but the Iceni? No one would care, no one would remember, were it not for you. You are who you are, because Nero is who he is. Without him you would have been a mother, a wife lost to history.”

Boudica growled some more. “I thought this challenge was supposed to be a betrayal… I’ve never even met this cunt…”

“We are in the year 59 A.D. Back in Britannia you are happily married, you have two daughters, you live in a land of innocence.”

Realization dawned on her face like the light of a poisonous star. “I can stop it from happening…” Boudica stared at Nero. “I can save us…”

“Yes, and by doing so you betray history itself. Your people fade from memory, slowly integrated into Rome. There is no war, no glory.”

Boudica gulped. “What happens to me?”

“You live.” Skylar stepped away from the throne. “You become and ol woman, surrounded by grand children, and when you die, you live on on their memory, and in the memory of their children. Then you vanish, and it’s like you never existed.”

Boudica let go of Nero. “This will affect the game?”

“There will be consequences to your choice, yes.”

Boudica moved through the orgy, and went outside she needed fresh air. “This is all I ever wanted, why does it feel like I’m chokin?”

“I’ve granted enough wishes to know that we never really want what we want.”

Boudica was bent over at the knees. “I’ll loose points if I don’t?”

“Yes.”

“Why wouldn’t I? Why wouldn’t I put down that animal?”

Skylar shrugged. “Heck if I know, he killed one of the apostles of Christ! But you have to consider who you would have been, if this hate hadn’t consumed you.”

Boudica stood up, if only to keep her breakfast from sliding out of her stomach. The land Beyond the palace made itself known to her. She saw that this palace was built upon an ash heap. Burnt buildings stretched towards the horizon, and the smoldering ruins of a city was populated by blackened starving creatures. “This is Rome?”

This isn’t how she imagined it.

“Yes, it burnt down. Instead of aiding his people repair, Nero built the biggest pleasure palace in the world in the ashes.”

Boudica wailed on her knees. “How did he die? How?” There must be some justice, some fairness in this wretched world.

Skylar smiled. “He went the way of all tyrants, he took his own life and never faced Justice for even one of his evils.”

The redhead shot her a look. “You want me to take ****.”

“Of course, I set this all up for you. I want to give the audience a good show.”

“This isn’t a show, this is my life.”

“No, your life has been lived, this is television. Destroy him or not, the choice is yours.”

Boudica banged on her head trying to shake the answer free.

If she chose not to take **** on Nero, nothing would change, she’d lose 30 Vp, but Erica would still have a strong partner. But Nero will have gotten away with it, with everything.

If she took ****, she’d finally find peace, she could earn points, or still lose them if the audience didn’t like how she went about things. But history would change, and she had a feeling she’d get caught on those tides…

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I might update and expand on the Boudica Skylar scene. I rushed it to get the vote out. So check back once you see the new chapter!

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