Rome Wasn't Burned In A Day

“Sorry Erica…” Boudica took a deep breath and looked once more at the smoldering ruins of Rome, and her many burnt and homeless children. Then she turned back around and entered the orgy.

Men like this only survive because people benefit from their cruelty. Boudica had given her life, trying to make this man and his whole evil empire pay. This is who she was. This was her greatest wish. Mercy was never an option was it?

The brand of her chest burned a delicious pink, as she entered the room. “You’ve returned!” Nero smirked, pecker still in hand. “One can not resist the temptations of my palace for long. Come, let me show you an Emperor’s hospitality.”

Boudica felt her consciousness spread out of the room. She could feel every **** thrust and lick from Nero’s sick party goers. She was everywhere, she was everyone. “I am lust.” She said at long last, and here in the orgy her powers were like that delivered upon a god.

“And I am desire.” Nero held out his hands to her.

The Redhead extended her will out into the party, and then taking a hint from Skylar snapped her fingers.

The fuckers all stopped mid fuck, and suddenly got to their feet. There they stood at attention, tents fulled pitched, pussies dripping, expressions blank.

“Ah, so a goddess is it?” Nero crossed his legs, and leaned on the armrest of his chair. “We’ve entertained your peers before. How might I delight you, your holiness?”

Boudica wandered though the orgy, like it was a forest. “You said you liked my hair…” She brushed the sweaty flesh of a nearby woman. He hair suddenly writhed and wriggled on her head, like it was in pain, before it suddenly unfurrowed to twice it’s original length. The dark Mediterranean curls were now a bright hearty red.

Nero leaned forward hypnotized, and reached down for his dick. “Fascinating!”

Boudica agreed. She ran her fingers through the red hair of the woman. She mewed sweetly like a kitten, her knees shook, and she closed her eyes. She bit her lip in delight, and leaned into Boudica desirous of more contact.

“I am lust.” Boudica said again.

"A red headed Venus." Nero beamed.

Boudica ignored him, and turned towards the woman. Even the scraps of clothing that remained on her body were more fine than anything she would have worn as a queen. She tested her powers again, and the fabric turned to latex, a web of the stuff now clinging to her form. Boudica willed the pink material to spread across the woman's body. Like Rome across the world, it spread and spread until the woman was completely encased. Her mouth and nose were left exposed, and two tubes at the top now held the woman's red hair in high dazzling pigtails. She was blind though, and vibrated with lust.

Nero was more depraved than even Cleopatra. He couldn't take his eyes off the scene. "You have her a new skin! What a color! And so shiny."

"Hmm." Boudica ran her hand along the latex. She still had no idea what she was going to do. She wanted to just kill the guy and be done with it, but that seemed too good for him, and not good enough for the audience. They'd want something more... but what? "I really am tired of being the odd one out in this game." She said to Skylar more than anyone else.

She ran her hand along the crotch of the woman, and the latex vanished. Her sex was now exposed, swollen and in need. Boudica dipped her fingers inside, and the girl moaned with frantic delight. Boudica pumped her finger for the while, listening to the groans her new pink toy was serenading her with. And as she pumped away, a patch of hearty red hair began to grow around the woman's vagina. It was like each delight Boudica inflicted upon the woman tended to her garden and made the hair grow thicker and longer, until it was a bush to rival even Boudica herself.

At which point the woman, bit her lip and went boneless. She cried out in ecstasy, and was **** to trust boudica with holding her upright.

Boudica pulled her fingers free, and admired the woman's new asset. A forest of pubes which hid her sex, and stood out proudly against the shiny pink second skin. "Now that's a woman." She looked to Skylar, who just rolled her eyes. "No? Maybe she needs something more?" Boudica raised the woman's arms, and just as she'd made the crotch of the latex suit vanish, so did the armpits.

"Ah geez!" Skylar protested.

Boudica ignored her, and ran her hands along the under arms of the woman. Seedlings of red sprouted, and then flurished, until the woman's armpits were sporting red armpit hair thick enough to be a fox's coat.

Boudica whistled in appreciation, having never seen so fertile a woman in all her life. She'd have quite a fun time around the Iceni camps, a goddess among her people, shame she was stuck in this shit hole.

"Hahahaha!" Nero was cackling. "I dare say that woman's husband will not reconize her when she returns home."

Boudica considred the woman. "You like her?"

"I think she's divine!"

Boudica grunted, and grabbed hold of the woman's pigtails. "Walk." She instructed, and like a dog on a leash the woman began to walk forward. She nearly crashed into another party goer, but Boudica used the woman's hair to tug her to the side. She walked the blinded woman up to the throne. "Kneel." The woman obeyed. She not only had Boudica's hair color, but it's curse as well. "She's yours."

Nero gayly clapped his hands, and stood up. He wasted no time in grabbing a red pigtail, and wrapping it around his dick to aid in his masturbation. The woman kneeled, gasping and cooing in delight. Blind to the sight of what her emperor was doing to her, but not the sensation.

"That was some ****." Skylar was leaned up against a pillar, judging Boudica's performance.

"I'm still thinking." Boudica said. She walked through the forest of people, brushing them with her fingers as she passed. They all came to resemble the woman she'd just worked on. Clad in pink, blinded, and very redly hairy.

Not just the women, but the men too. Their hair styled into feminine red ponytails, and pigtails which Boudica was already coming to think of as slavetails. The pink latex wrapped their bodies up, exposing their mouths, nose, and of course their raging hardons which Boudica happily pumped up an inch or two, or three.

Nero watched as she worked, he'd already filled the first woman's hair with great white globs of imperial sperm, and had transitioned to fucking her newly hairy armpit, the act slick with sweat, and his own cum. "You're a marvel goddess, you've turned this orgy from a bore to a roaring success!"

"You're the only one having sex." Boudica scoffed, though it was clear her lines of vibrating slaves longed for it. Each had a puddle surrounding their feet, man or woman, their sex oozed desire. But no one moved, they were all posed for Boudica's attention.

With a though she released them. Anyone she'd transfomred, now blindly sought eachother out. They sniffed at the air like dogs, or pigs, attracted to the musky scents of lustfully corrupted genitals. They groped, and felt around for partners, and when they found someone they eagerly bent down to inhale the scent of sex and need from whoever they'd captured. Most couldn’t control their desires, and put whatever they found in their mouth, regardless of if it was a pussy or cock. A few of the more adventurous **** chose to trust their understanding of space, and made the attempt to blindly line their sex up with that of the creature they'd captured.

Boudica didn't really care that these freaks were enjoying themselves or not. But she figured Nero was the type of guy who'd be perfectly content to masturbate while an entire room watched. At least this way he was being ignored...

How was she going to get to him?

She felt no guilt for these people caught in the fire. Every tyrant needed sycophants. Were these people scared to be around a man who’d kicked his own mother to ****? Surely they feared him, and suffered from his casual cruelty, but they were surely the same people who cackled when he meeted out the same cruelty to Boudica and her daughters. As far as she was concerned they were just as guilty as him.

Though he was the prize.

He was a being of lust so vile, even Skylar blanched at his antics. He was fucking a girl's armpit for heaven's sake!

Just killing the fucker was sounding better and better all the time.

Boudica continued to think until the entire room had returned to it's orgiastic antics. Though now they went about their groping blindly, and the room was now filled with the erotic squeak of latex. These many great roman sluts, now faceless **** unidentifiable from what they had been hours ago.

"I suppose I'm next." Nero said eagerly. Around him was a wasteland of pink sluts he'd already used and destroyed. Even with Boudica's corruption flowing through their veins they couldn't keep up with this man and his lusts. "It'll be a good ****, my dear." He said it, and Boudica felt almost as if he was on her side. "To turn me, the supreme being in all the world, until a faceless commonor! Imagine the tragedy."

Boudica giggled, the noise came out of her like a burp. "Yer a freak! Hehe!"

He smiled at this, and stepped over a couple of latex clad men, 69ing. “I think it’s time we reach our climax.”

Boudica frowned. “I haven’t even started.”

Either disinterested, or distracted Nero ignored her and looked down to a man who was self fellating his newly elongated dick. “That’s the dream.” He said airily.

Boudica giggled, an unclasped her bra. “Uncomfy.” She whined, it’d been getting progressively tighter since she’d been here. “He loves sex so much…” she said tapping her nips. “What if I make him a cuck? Nonono.” She banged on her head. “I made that one guy a cuck! Fudge!” She looked at Skylar. “I dunno what ta do!”

Skylar smiled. “It’s your **** do what feels right.”

She frowned at this. “Killing him isn’t very sexy though…”

"Mary beat you there, you're going to have to spice it up."

Boudica giggled to herself. "What if I gave him a small joytoy!" She tittered, and then drew in a sober breath. "That's it." She said sadly. "That's what would do it, huh?"

She turned to Nero, and as she spun, her hair took on a bubble gum pink shade, and her breasts ballooned, free of any bra or shirt that would dare contain them. "Ah you've come to a decison!" Nero said eagerly. "What's my fate?" He wasn't even listening while a god was deciding his life, did he even truly know what was happening?

"Makeover! Woohoo!" Boudica jumped into the air and clapped rapidly. Eagerly she grabbed Nero and took him to his throne.

"This should be good." Nero rested into the throne. "Have at it."

"It rome, the sheep walk eagerly to the slaughter." Skylar snapped her fingers, and a fiddle appeared in her hands. "Mind if I play, dear leader?”

"Have at it."

Skylar played the fiddle with the same skill as the piano. She was a flawless artists. As she played she got lost in the song, and briefly dared to wonder if she could get satan to play with her one of these days. She'd heard, he'd sworn off playing ever since a certain incident down in Georgia, but she was pretty cute and had a convincing way of getting people to do what she wanted.

Boudica started gently, and kneeled at the man's feet. This put him at ease instantly, if he was ever nervous at all that is. It was a proper place for a woman, for the world, and this felt natural to him. She took hold of his feet and began to rub them. He leaned back and sighed softly, you can never be too deviant to enjoy the simple pleasure of a foot massage.

"Little birdie feet." Boudica hummed. She ran her hands along them, and whever she went hair vanished, from the knuckles, the ankles, the top of the feet. It was the complete opposite of the job she'd performed on those women and men in latex. And she was telling the truth. His feet did shrink until they were small feminine slippers fit for a doll, not the masculine solider Boudica was tending to.

Once she was satisfied with this, she moved up to his legs. Again, where her hands went, hair ran. Soon these too were smoothed down, hairless as a dolphin. His eyes still closed, still enjoying the sensation of everything, he raised no complaint, only slight sighs and groans of delight.

Letting her brand glow, and giggling, Boudica ran her ran hands up his legs one last time, and encased them to the thigh in nylon stockings.

Now Nero realized something was amiss, and looked down at his legs curiously. He didn't know what to make of the space age material. But was a Level 20 Hedonist he simply rubbed his legs together and found that he quite liked the sensation. "This is truly a fabric of the gods." He marvled.

"Hmph." Boudica wasn't expecting that, maybe this was a wrong way to go about it, but there was a pink cloud in her brain that was having so much fun with this idea, it refused to contemplate anything else. "How about these?" She snapped, and Nero's feet were bent at nearly a 90 degree angle, as high heeled shoes appeared on his feet, bright pink, and ankle breaking in their height, they wrapped around his ankles to provide much needed support. A padlock around each ankle, let him know at once that he better get used to begging, or walking on his tip does.

"They're like the hooves of a horse." Nero obsserved, annoyingly calm. "Oh yes." His cock quivered. "I'll be your well hung horse, your holiness. I just adore animal games, ye need not threaten me with this, I give myself willing to your farm, your zoo."

"Just shut up fudge head." Boudica snapped. She focused her attention on his dick.

"Ahh!" Now he was in pain.

Boudica grinned. This was how she liked seeing Romans.

Nero's dick was now encasrd in a clear sheath of plastic. This cock cage, was little larger than his size when flacid, and now erect his dick strained, at it's confines, squeezing itself in her unwavering grip.

"Oh yes." Nero bit his lip. "Of course I see. I truly am an animal, my disgusting meat is not worthy to even grow erect in your presence. yes of course I see. Thank you goddess for showing me. Punish me more, hurt me more, I deserve it!"

'I haven't even increased his lust.' Boudica thought, disgust creeping into her thoughts. Beating him did sound like more fun, than the rest of this nonsense. But the pink cloud in her head insisted, and it was not a receding presence. It grew over her thoughts like the light of dawn.

Dawn on a planet who's rotation was crawling to a stop.

Boudica snapped again, and his cock and the cage were hidden away in a pair of silky pink panties. That sex which had done so much harm to so many, would hopefully never see the light of dawn again, and if it did it would only to receive the whipping it so justly deserved.

"More divine material." He sighed, running his hands along his plastic bludge, and the pink panties. "Silk from the east..." He said absently. "You're a queer creature. You dress me for pain and ****, and also soft delights. "What is this?"

Boudica thought for a moment, her own image of what she was doing wasn't clear to her. It was hidden behind that pink cloud. Near as she could tell she was turning him into a woman. Maybe then he could delight in all the horrors men inflicted upon their kind. Rome more than most. Then the symmetry of the situation dawned on her. "You took my womanhood from me... because of you I was **** to do a man's work. To darken my soul with disgustin' deeds. Aye, ye ruined my life, and now Imma take from yew your manhood.

Now he stired uncomfortably. "What do you mean by..."

Boudica snapped, a fuller picture taking place in front of her. Suddenly Nero's body was swaddled in a large, pink, and white dress. He drowned in ruffles, in bloomers, in sleeves and skirts. It was feminine, it was hyper-feminine, it was childish, and would in no way be worn by anyone who wasn't trying to make a statement.

"Oh I love that!" Skylar praised the outfit.

Where do you think Boudica got the inspiration?

"This is rather a lot." He said, drowning in all the fabric. "I'm starting to lose the plot on what this is supposed to do for me."

"I'm feeling my way around." Boudica said, and growing tired of his blabbing made a ball gag appear in his mouth. "There." She held her hands out to the sky. "The world has already been irrevocably improved."

Sensing that scene weren't going in the cock-exploding direction he'd been hoping Nero put his arms on the chair to get to his little birdy feet. Though as soon as his hands made contact with the rests, they slipped, and were yanked behind his back. Ropes, pink and delicate tied them there, with such ferocisty he could feel the rope burn through his pretty pink dress.

Now he was angry, and if the sharp whistling that came from the holes in his gag were anything to go by, excited too. Binding someone, now this he understood. He shifted his hip, trying to find some angle that would free his dick.

"There we go, powerless." Boudica felt a rush pass over her. This wasn't the attire she thought she'd find her enemy in, but the ropes were the same. She licked her lips, lump and juicy. She shivered, and decided on the next touches.

Those lips that were buldging around red gag in his mouth, were suddenly painted a divine waxy red. A pink hue appeared on his cheek, then dark blue eyeshadow, eyeliner, fake eyelashes as thick and long as tarantual legs were glue in place, and every bat of his eyes sent a gust of wind that could generate a storm in Cypress.

"Very pretty." She giggled to herself. "Think he's ready to get snuggled by a man?"

Skylar tsked. "He married two men, I don't think that's the downfall you thought it was, besides. You still need to do hair and accessorize!"

"Oh..." Boudica thought he was just messing around with guys because of the orgy setting. "Why are you helping me?"

Skylar let her bow skip across the strings. "Hmm, am I?" It was a question to herself more than Boudica. "Well this scenario is a bit different than the others, and you're a bit more mentally deficient than the others, so I figured you'd need me here to help you."

Boudica crossed her arms, she smelled something funny. "Why is mine different? This whole, betrayal of history thing doesn't make sense to me. This is wish fulfillment to me, it's not a sacrifice at all."

"Yes, well that's where that being a dumb bimbo thing comes in, of course you don't understand."

Boudica pouted. “What a mean thing to say…”

Skylar sighed. “Oh alright I can’t stand to see a bimbo sad. Yours is different because you need to be broken in a different way.”

“But why are you helping me?”

“Oh…” The fiddle played a few unsure notes. “Well…” the blonde smiled brightly and set her instrument down. “I guess I’m just rooting for ya!”

——-

Randy felt as if he were pulling the arm of a slot machine as he slid the key card into the mouth if the reader. How had Boudica convinced him to do this? It was suicide!

Da-Dink!

The Lock disengaged.

Holding his breath, he tapped the door open, and the hyper-pink innards of Skylar’s sanctum were exposed to him.

It was like the stomach of some great beast, or a graveyard.

The room was littered with memories. Modest looking women, living modest lives, they floated around the room like little orbs of dust; the only remains of the firmer life of contestants from Skylar’s long tenure as a host.

The room was thick with HER. Like a perfume, and a fog. A mortal would have missed it, but he looked deep into the show that day. This was the center of it all. The very heart of the hotel. Like any sick heart it was pink and black, lust and despair. He could feel is beating slowly, pumping her foul essence out into the landscape, poisoning anyone who fed off it.

It was an off repeated mantra that the producers not evil, just horny. The perused logical ends, ratings, money, power. They would hav happily aired gardening shows if they did numbers.

It’d all been a lie. This place was evil. The thing that rested here was evil. The creatures that made her were evil. His entire world?

Evil.

Randy carefully maneuvered through the room careful not to let a memory touch him, lest he be sucked in. He’s smoked enough Empathy today, he didn’t want to risk meeting an old conquest. Ugh, for the first time he felt disgust at that word. Like he was a general conqueroring a tract of land.

Victim.

All he had were victims.

How many souls had this woman consumed for ratings? There must have been dozens of women and men in here. Randy hadn’t been expecting this… hadn’t appreciated the weight of being a host.

He smirked suddenly, and moved towards Skylar’s bed.

Being a host and only ever been a dream, he realized it now…

Everyone who worked in the show, dreamed of two things, freedom, or becoming a host. He’d always assumed his sex drive made him a natural choice to be a host someday. He’d been the first step in a lot of girls corruption, casual sex with the handsome pool boy, a safe release away from their dreaded master, and hated haremates. He thought his skill in this department meant he could corrupt a whole harem.

But now he saw, the hosts were different. They were made different. He only carried casual encounters with him, but Skylar carried the very lives she’d stolen with her.

For a moment he felt immensely sad for her. What a burden. He was suffocating even contemplating the weight if it all. Then he felt nothing but contempt. She did this, year in and year out, and gleefully so. How hadn’t he seen it? He was blinded by the sex, the happiness at the end of it all. He was blind, but seeing how these memories floated about, it was clear Skylar reveled in what she destroyed, she kept them like trophies!

His hands were shaking when he picked up Skylar’s pillow. He feared it would be radioactive, somehow tainted by the wicked thoughts seeping out of her ears at night.

There beneath her pillow like a lost tooth, was the show bible. He couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of it.

Every cruelty, every drop of lust was detailed in this book. Including his. During pitch meetings when the whole crew planned on ways to **** their targets they would spat out ideas. Occasionally Skylar would grin, open up the book, and write it it with her fizzy pink pen. The look of awe his crew mates would give him during those moments was priceless, they were worth more than the gold star stickers Skylar would pin on his shirt as a reward.

“Randy don’t tell me you’ve turned traitor too!”

Randy froze.

Too easy. It had all been too easy.

“Things are finally back on track, and you all want to ruin it. Skylar has done so much for all of you.” The voice was Male.

Despite getting caught Randy relaxed. The voice, whom Randy recognized thought Randy was part of the dissident crew. He’d been caught sabotaging Skylar for his own means, which was a natural part of production.

Helping a contestant would have been unforgivable.

In for a penny…

Random pulled his phone out and began to record as he flipped through the section of the book labeled ‘End of Times’

“Our Master hasn’t had any character development! Everyone who stuck with Skylar as this ship goes down is going down with her.”

“Said the rats.”

Randy’s trembling fingers kept turning pages.

“It makes sense, the traitors would need someone fairly high up to light some of the fires I’ve been putting out. I just didn’t think it would be you.”

“It’s just business.”

“I can’t believe you’re doing this instead of helping the season be a success. Name one hotel you’d rather be at right now? Who do you want to work for? Yuki? You’d be eaten alive. Al and Ruby? You’ll be just as much a **** as the contestants. You could still be a ski instructor in the alps, along with the dwarfs and trolls!”

He was right, Skylar was a good boss, she cared about her crew, gave them freedom, remembered their birthdays. In Randy’s opinion she was the best of the hosts.

Even so, he could hardly stand to be in this odious room another moment. The veil had been lifted from his eyes. Skylar’s domain was a butcher’s room painted pink.

No, the voice was right.

There wasn’t another host Randy would want to work for, not a show he’d ever join.

——-

“What a cutie.” Skylar marveled as Boudica got the Emperor to his feet. Boudica had taken her advice and fully outfitted the doll with all the features she could.

Nero’s curly blonde hair was now a voluminous bouffant two feet high, swirled, curled, and looked like a lemon flavored ice cream cone. This magnificent monument to hair spray was decorated with ribbons, beads, and tiny teddy bear ornaments.

The ornamentation, did not stop there. Nero’s hands were placed in fingerless white gloves, lace of course. Frilly white socks, bangles, rings, a teddy bear purse, earrings, and of course a tit vest to give the lovely lady a full enviable figure that would fill his new dress. The fake tits were plump, eye catching with only the barest of line hinting that the cleavage was a facade.

The poor despot’s knees were quivering, between the height of his heels, and the weight in his chest his body desperately wanted to topple over. Not to mention his arms were still tied up, leaving his balance a precarious thing.

“Do you feel cute?” Boudica teased.

Nero shot her an angry glare, his long eyelashes fluttering. “Nrgh!”

“Yes you do.” Boudica countered at this time a her brand glowed with her.

Nero buldged noticeably beneath his panties, which the dress exposed for just such a purpose. “Mmmmmrph!” He cried out behind his gag. Such growth must have been very painful considering the small space his cock cage allowed for.

“Yes he does, Nero loves being an impotent sissy.”

“Mmmmmmmmr!” He stumbled around as his dick tried to squeeze out the cracks in his cage. Beneath the half pound of makeup on his face was a lusty blush, tears ran down his cheeks, smeared his eyeshadow, and made him look so cute. The humiliation this goddess was inflicting on his was exquisite, the most profound sexual experience of his life now that he understood it. She made him understand it. He just felt grateful his beloved guests were all blinded by their masks, just her seeing him In This costume was humiliating enough. It was so disgustingly feminine.

“Aww what’s the matter, are you hard?” Boudica tipped him over, and he toppled onto the ground. “Don’t you like being my pretty pink sissy?”

“Mhm mhm!” He whimpered out, **** to make her understand that this was more important than anything to him.

“Of course you like it!” Boudica smiled down at him. “You get to play was us goddesses, and we don’t even care that you used to be a nasty old boy!” She wagged a finger at him. “But you better not get hard! We don’t want to see your disgustin’ joytoy.”

“Mmmmm!” He bucked his hip, trying to rub his incarcerated dick against her foot. He felt like he would burst from any contact, but he couldn’t feel anything while inside the cage but pain.

“It seems like you’re being a good girl though.” She said, lowering her foot onto the protective plastic of his dick. His nose fluttered with excitement breaths, she grinned and moved her foot around, listening to him groan and whimper. “This is nice!” She’d always imagined having her foes crying and begging for mercy was the height of pleasure, but this was something else entirely. To have your foes worship and desire you, that was a victory on another level!

It made her wet.

“Maybe you don’t need that cage after all. You’re keeping yourself under control. All I see here is your little bulge, no crime there. Should I let you out?”

How did he shake his head yes, so quickly when his hair provided such wind resistance?

“Ooookay here goes!” Boudica snapped her fingers, and Nero groan in relief his cock unspooled in a moment, bigger than it had been this morning by quite a lot. Boudica wanted to make sure it had been a VERY snug fit. She gasped as if surprised the thing she’d planned for actually happened. “Nero!” She tutted. “Bad girl! Very bad girl!” She stomped on his freed dick like it was a bug.

He howled in pain as best he could. ‘Squash me! Squash me!” He begged internally, for externally he could only expel animalistic grunts and spit.

“No one wants to see your gross little joy toy!” She continued to stomp on and kick the offending member. “It’s so ugly! I make you a pretty pretty girl, and this is how you behave? You’re disgusting! No one wants it! You’re useless as a man! Useless! USELESS!” That last insult was punctuated by a kick in his balls.

All the same, humiliation, and lust for Boudica came pouring out his cock. “MMMMMMMPF!” He cried, bliss causing him to flail on the ground. His shameful member twitched and ejaculated mighty globs of spunk on himself, the floor, and most joyously on Boudica’s feet.

“I came on the goddess’s feet!” He was so happy, he could cry, and was crying. In pain, shame, in joy. His godddess was a glorious and terrible thing.

“Look what you did now!” She roared, and pressed his face to the floor with her foot. Already his bruised cock twitched with interest. “You got your garbage sludge on my feet!” She hooked her toe into the band of his gag and pulled it free Of his mouth. “Lick it off before I catch any disease!”

Eagerly he put her foot in his mouth, greedy tongue looking for any trace of his spunk. His pathetic cock sputtered out more into the floor, being made to taste his own elixir! What shame! He couldn’t see straight. The world was a spinning blur, and the only thing he had to go by was this red headed menace who stood in the center of it all!

——-

The stairs to the palace had collapsed. Thanks to Boudica the palace now sat at ground level. Olympus had fallen low it’s god a simpering crossdresser, it’s angels faceless slaves.

“Now this!” Skylar beamed at Boudica. “Is a spectacle fit for Rome!”

“You don’t think it’s too much?” Boudica adjusted her pink leopard fur jacket.

“These people don’t know the meaning of too much, and neither does my show. It’s been a pleasure watching you work.”

Boudica beamed. “Woohoo! I bring to you the fall of Rome, come on slaves let’s go home!”

Boudica was stood in a chariot, a large opulent vehicle fit for an emperor. It was drawn by the multitude to latex clad orgy goers she’d encountered today. The hundreds of aristocrats were strapped in like horses. With thier red hair woven into the reigns Boudica now held. These bees would do nothing if not commanded by the queen, and so it was that Nero was harnessed to the very front of this slavish parade. Arms stilled tied, feet still heeled, gag firmly in place.

The slaves groaned and leaned forward, their combined weight enough to send the wheels of Boudica’s chariot spinning. In this way they marched out of the palace and into the streets if rome.

Boudica was grinning , madly. In one had she had the reign controlling the multitude of ****, and in another a large goblet of wine! She swigged from in like Bacchus, and cackled at the top of her lungs.

As the slaves moved her through the streets she gathered throngs of bystanders, curious and mystified. The pink people with their red hair, pulling a cart like animals, their Dicks flexing their pussies leaking. Tears ran out the holes in their masks, their sniveling inaudible over their moaning.

Only Nero was spectator to the magnitude of their Shame. The whole of Rome came crawling out of the ash to witness him, their emperor paraded around like a show pony. Worse than that, they saw him as a woman! The lowest of animals in his opinion.

His pride was in agony, and he’d never been more turned on than in this lowest of moments. Yet the cage was in place, reminding him quite painfully that she preferred her sissy boy flaccid and impotent. He shuddered, what if she never let him cum again? His breathing grew frantic as wonderful release washed over him. The little sissy boy had gotten so excited at the thought of being impotent for his goddess that he went and pre’d all over his cage. Deliriously he giggled to himself, sure that the goddess wound very angry with him when she checked it.

His balls hurt already.

The ash dwelling citizens of Rome looked at the Triumph in disgust. These people were barely human. Rome was not a stranger to slaves, but these lust filled animals were worse off than even that. These had no identity, no dignity. All of them harried along by their cackling mistress.

“Rejoice people of Rome!” She howled at the top of her lungs! The palace is empty and all the perverts are here! Take back your republic! Eat the rich! Be free! Be free!”

——-

Boudica and Skylar both looked out the shuttle’s window as time passed on by. The palace was being stripped of gold and plunder, and the Aristocrats and Nero were being distributed to the plebs for public use. Rome had been famous for its bathhouses, and it looks like Boudica had provided them a new feature.

The image began to blur as several men began to fight over Nero, the prettiest girl of the batch.

“What?” In the reflection of the window Boudica caught Skylar staring.

“I’m excited to see what happens to you!”

“Hmm?” Boudica set her head back against the chair. I forgot this was my last meal…. Shit, I didn’t even cum.”

——-

Randy was waiting for Boudica out side of the Lodge. When the shuttle arrived he hadn’t expected Skylar to be there, nor did he expect for her and Boudica to stumble out in a lip lock. The door opened, and they both fell into the snow, a tittering giggle erupted from both, and Randy suddenly felt sick. “Boudica?”

He could be sure, the curls were the same, but this woman had blonde snowy curls. She pulled her mouth away from a smiling Skylar and beamed. “Heeeeeeeeey! It’s Randy Randy.” She giggled and crawled towards him, her tits dragged over the snow in her loose shirt. “How’s your big yummy joy toy?” Her accent was gone. Now just a stock standard bimbo whine.

“Boudica.” Skylar called. She stretched out a long piece of pink from her mouth. “You forgot you gum!”

“Keep it lover.” Boudica purred. “I’m about to fill my mouth with something else.” She stuck her tongue out at Randy and pointed at her mouth.

“What did you do to her?” Randy looked up at Skylar, his fear of her for a moment less than his care for Boudica.

“Ohhh pffft.” Skylar dismissed the idea with a wave. “She did this to herself, but take note Randy this is the type of thing that will make you a host one day, never mind the good looks and sex drive.”

Boudica was nuzzling Randy’s crotch now. “What am I taking note of?”

Skylar sighed. “Honestly sometimes my crew is no better than npcs. Boudica was my problem child, so I cooked up a scenario where she’d willing put the collar around her neck.”

What would have made Boudica, the angriest woman he’d ever seen willingly become this giggling bimbo? To make out with Skylar! “She would never do something like that.”

“Don’t over estimate her, besides where do you think all that anger cane from?”

Randy gulped. “The British occupation of Ireland?”

Skylar sighed. “No Randy, she’s a mother. What mother wouldn’t sacrifice everything for their child?” Boudica was whining, firmly pressing her cheek against Randy’s cheek. It was like a man out in the cold desperately rubbing two sticks together. “Besides, now that she’s a full time bimbo, you don’t have to give her the show bible! Everyone wins today!”

Boudica groaned audibly, whatever stuffy she’d been working up suddenly died as sheer terror took control of Randy’s body. “Skylar….” He gasped his eyes bulging in surprise. “I…I….I….”

“Deleeeeete it.” Skylar sang.

He tried.

He triiiiiiied!

He kept fumbling with the screen, his hands wouldn’t follow his directions. He ended up dropping it, and in a mad dash for survival shoved Boudica out of the way.

“Waaaah!”Boudica cried, splayed out in the snow. “I’m cold!” She’d all but forgotten that Randy had already sent her the video. That it now lays within her files. She’d forgotten these things because the Boudica that had convinced Randy to help had been gone for a loooooong time.

“There, fuck! There!” Randy held his phone up.

How Skylar could check the shaking thing was beyond understanding. “Good boy.” She petted him on the head. “These girls are amazing aren’t they?” Her chest inflated with a deep breath. He was too scared to answer. “I don’t blame you, they got to me too.”

Boudica sucked up a sorry stream of snot back into her nose and crawled back to Randy. “Wandy?” She asked so sweetly it hurt his teeth.

“Y…fuck. Yes?”

She winced, like he’s just slapped her. She didn’t like that word. Didn’t like it at all. “Can you give me this many cummies pwease?” She held up her phone, where her Quim Quota sat at 6.

“I….” He looked at Skylar

Randy now recognizes the relaxed cheer Skylar was exhibiting. The grin, the blush. That was a woman who’d just had sex. With his girl. “She’s all yours big boy, I don’t think she’ll be causing me anymore problems. Isn’t that right Boudica?”

The blond giggled, and covered her mouth. “You said dick!” She then frowned and shook her head. “That’s a bad word…”