Olympias’ Final Move

Erica laid on her bed, the debris of the day swirling around her. So much was going on and she had so few ways of understanding it. A knock at the door was the only thing that could have broken her stupor, and indeed that’s what happened.

She got out of bed, and padded across the floor. She opened it up, and on the otherside was a handsome and chisled man in his 40s, and a woman around her age with the biggest breasts she’d ever seen. They were both wearing hotel uniforms, though the woman’s was soaked with… what must have been milk.

“Are we good?” Asked the man, nervously.

Erica gave a gentle smile, and stepped aside. “We’re good.”

There sitting on the bed, was the golden image of Joan of Arc, back in the land of the perverted.

The visibly relaxed, and entered the room, shutting the door behind them.

“Ugh, gotta get this off.” Bae moaned, removing her shirt, and throwig it to the ground with a heavy and wet plop.

The hispanic was clearly torn between emberassment and fascination with the woman’s bizaree breasts.

The bartender just sighed. “They leak if I wear anything that covers them. Bastards.” She added as a way of puncuation.

“This is so weird.” Erica sat back down.

Peaks used to dominating rooms full of women, crossed her arms. “So what’s the plan? Karen got us in. Now what?”

Joan smiled sweetly. “I think you two enjoy your honeymoon. You’ve been so very brave up until now. Leave the rest to me. I will try to contact Erica…” She paused to look at Erica. “Erm… my Erica.”

“What will I do?” Asked the woman.

“Stay safe, please. I have already lost you once.”

“She’s not lost.” Erica said, touching Joan’s shoulder.

“No.” Joan lifted her lips thankfully. “She has wandered off, and as her sheperdess, I must bring her back.”

“This is cozy.” In the corner of the Room Karen suddenly appeared, her trip pants revealing lime green underwear on either side of her hips.

“Ah!” Bae and Peaks jumped back on instinct.

“What are you doing here?” Joan was on her feet, sword in hand. “It was just supposed to be your agents, who got us in here.”

“Don’t worry, we’re allies remember?” Karen placed her hand on the tip of the sword, and pushed it away. “I just wanted to make sure you got in alright, I was worried sick.” Her nails were awfully chipped.

Joan softened, but did no lower her guard. “Thank you for your concern… and your help. You’e done God’s work today.”

Karen shrugged. “If your wish really can make this world full of pure uncorruptable souls, then Skylar will have been the Host that lost an entire reality to The Producers.” She licked her lips. “Who knows what they’ll do to her then?”

“You should go before we’re caught.”

“Ah-ah.” Karen wagged her finger. “I still have favors to give before I sleep.”

“What favors?” Bae backed away.

“Information. I’ll be on an Episode of Hotel talk in two days. To celebrate my highest viewed season Finale yet. Skylar is going to be a guest on my episode. She’ll be away from the hotel, and you little mice will be free to play.”

“What’s Hotel Talk?” Erica asked.

“It’s kind of like the nightly round up of what’s been happening across the various shows and media platforms. It’s very popular.”

Bae was aghast. “How many of these things are there?”

“So long as there’s an audience with the appetite, the menu of shows is endless.”

—--

That was an annoying Move. Boudca was stewing as she made her way through the lodge, not to her room somewhere private. Eve who’d claimed she was Boudica’s ally, just stole a handful of her points and gave it to the enemy. Fucking bullshit.

Oh well, she wasn’t focused on that.

She looked over her shoulder.

Then to her phone.

One unread message from Randy.

She’d had a hell of a time not checking her phone for the last two hours. Not in front of Skylar, or anyone else. This had to be…

“Boudica wait up.”

“Shit.” The redhead, groaned and hid her phone behind her back as she turned around. “Yo.”

Elizabeth was jogging to keep up with her. Boudica looked sympathetically at her huge pale jugs bouncing up and down. She’d been there. “Hey, how are you doing?”

Boudica raised an eyebrow. “Do we, talk like this?”

The sweet girl smiled guiltily. “No, I guess not. I guess seeing Helen get all those points, just lit a fire under me. Listen, I talked to Randy. I know what’s on your phone. I want to know too.”

“Fuckin’ Randy.” Boudica shook her head. “Ain’t happenin’. I know you’re the sweet one, but my pillows looked like a teenager’s face naught five hours ago because of you. Whatever I have, you can’t.”

Elizabeth chewed her lip. “I didn’t get a target for the challenge.” She had a **** air to her. “I think that means… I’m my target. The other me… and I think she knows. I need to see what’s in there, to protect myself.”

Boudica stepped away. “I can’t.”

Elizabeth steped forward, he arms held out in prayer. “You’re supposed to be the good guy.”

“I don’t know what you’re supposed to be.”

“Dang it…” Elizabeth closed her eyes, and suddenly opened them. “Look into my eyes!”

“Hhhhhhyeah!” Boudica had been prepared for that. She didn’t know much, but she knew fighting. She gripped Elizabeth by the clothing and tossed her body into a couch, and it was not nearby. “Now I know.”

—--

“At the climax of the season, the lodge will be hoisted into the branches of The Tree of Knowledge. This will happen once all eight victims have been corrupted, the sin of this world at its peak. There the contestants will walk to their final judgement. They’ll be guided across the branches of the trees. The final stage will be held under the final prize…”

Blah blah blah.

“...once the final transformations are bestowef, including anointing the winner as the head of the harem, she will be instructed to reach out to the forbidden fruit. Like Eve before her, she shall injest the producer’s power, and her wish shall be granted…”

Boudica gasped, set down the phone, and ran to the window. The clear blue sky greeted her, and there was the tree. It’s branches spreading to the mountains, and hanging there by the trunk, The Final Fruit.

The Wish.

It was already here.

“Fuckin’ hell!” Boudica gripped her shirt, and ran her hand through her hair. She could get it right now… how?

How?

It was right there.

A mile in the sky. There’s no way she could climb that…

She opened her phone. When was Eve under her control?

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

---

The Musical humming of Nzinga filled the master suite. She was happily slaving away in the kitchen while Cleopatra and the devil sipped at coffee.

Cleopatra checked her wrist. “Her final night with you and all she got was a foot job.” Cleo chuckled. “Olympias may not know how to win, but she knows how to be a pain the in butt.”

“Yes.” The devil sipped his coffee. “I wonder how she’s going to be the mistress when she fails to get to 100 points.”

Cleo consulted her tattoos. “Impudent mistress, tries hard to establish dominance but is too weak to do anything about it. The crown, Olympias turns into a crown which gives the wearer dominance over the harem. Momma Bear, Olympias tries to dominate the harem by providing ceaseless favors, encouragement and coddling to the other slaves in the hope they’ll follower her.”

He smirked again. “You’ve become useful to me Cleo, I love that about you.”

Cleopatra closed her eyes and sighed, a pair of glasses appeared on her nose in a flash of hellfire. Her tattoos took on a metallic sheen, and in fact became metal. “Feels good to be appreciated boss.” When she spoke her voice sounded auto tuned.

Lucifer cocked an eyebrow. “You’re losing yourself to your brand there.” Cleo opened her eyes, and looked at herself.

“I’d be more efficient for you if I was mechanical, it would seem.”

“You are the devils database.”

“Yes sir.” Her movements were becoming less fluid.

“Deal with that on your own time. Who am I sleeping with tonight?”

“Processing… I mean, let me process… think about it. Boudica, threat number 2. I’ll see where they and Helen land and then I’ll strike.” The tattoos began to recede, the will of the brand fading.

“Make it Olympias, I have an offer to make her.”

“Confirmed.” Everyones phone dinged with the notification that tonight was Olympias’ turn. Her master supplanting her choice with his own drove her wild. The tattoos once more did their alchemy and became metal. She stood still awaiting another order, her sex burned like a frayed wire.

“Breakfast is ready!” Nizinga sang, clomping to the table in her stocking glad hooves. She placed a plate on front of Lucifer. “One for the man of the house.” Then she placed a plate in front of Cleo who made no motion towards it. “And one for Ms. Cleo.” Nizinga giggled and reached down to fondle the secretary’s metal breasts. “Who makes my husbands job so much easier!”

——-

Olympias waited outside the club to make her grand entrance. Mistress on Deck was proving to be such a fun trait. As scrolled through her phone, admiring the thirty point Lead Helen now enjoyed, Cleopatra approached. "Now I know why you didn't bother tagging along with Erica last night."

"How'd she take it?"

"Nearly burst into tears from what I heard." Cleopatra smiled.

"She still got a few points."

"5, three from her foot job, and 2 from Paint Me!"

Olympias grinned. "That is a useful trait huh?"

The queen shrugged. "Not a trait anymore, it's who I am. I'm surprised you spent fifteen points doing that to her though."

Olympias crossed her arms. "It's chump change to hobble her. Thanks to Eve getting her out of the way, I just need to lock her in the basement, or throw her in that hole Elizabeth had her slaves digging. She's the only one who can challenge Helen now. “

"Yeah." Cleopatra hung her head, and sighed. "Listen, I usually like to keep things close to my chest, but I owe you. So I want to be straight with you." She took a deep breath. "I'm going for first place, I can't help it, but even if I didn't have this trait, I'd still do it. I need to fix what I did to Mark Anthony, to all of you. I need to fix my mistake."

"I see." Olympias cocked an eyebrow.

"You cured me of that awful trait, and it's only thanks to you I even feel human again... I just..."

"You love him." Olympias sighed, and shook her head. "I never loved my husband..."

"I'm one of the lucky ones."

Olympias pushed herself off of the wall, and loomed over Cleopatra. "While opposing me is the worst mistake you can make... you've done everything else right." She held her hand out to Cleopatra. "I'll destroy you, but because you're against Helen, not because of this."

Cleo smiled and shook her hand. "That's all I ask for." Then, feeling almost safe for the moment she decided to go further. "It sounds like you've given up."

That made Olympias... almost smile. "I guess I should be thanking you. You gave me Helen. If you hadn't I still would have lost, but at least now I get to be happy for her."

Cleo considered that there was a time where that line would have turned her on. She turned this killer into a warm den mother. And this did excite her, but... in an unusual way. She felt warmth radiate from her chest. "I think it's a shame you got stuck with this mistress nonsense."

Olympias visibly raised her defenses. "what do you mean?"

"I think there's a world where you could have been The Harem's mom, and we all would have loved you."

Olympias snorted a little too hard at that. Cleopatra had played enough hearts to know when she hit her target. "No one has ever loved me."

"Maybe not." Cleopatra shrugged, and entered the lounge. "But someone could have. If you'd let them."

---

Olympias slowly moved a sour skittle from her bowl to her mouth. Before her the fire raged in it's place. A fancy little premadona shedding light.

"You were quiet at breakfast." Helen's voice warmed her heart. Though she thought she’d been alone, her friend was a welcome distraction. Losing and hopelessly did not sit well with the giant. These final days were proving to be…. Uncomfortable.

"You were leading it admirably, I had nothing to contribute."

Helen sat on the arm of Olympias' chair. "It's the stuff Eve bought me, makes me even more irresistable to women."

Olympias smirked. "Good thing there's not two of you."

"You should have seen Eve's clone. She was pretty darn close."

"Mmm."

They let silence fill the moments between them. "What's the matter?" Helen reached over for a skittle.

"Do you love me?"

Helen paused. "Is this what I said around the campfire? I'm sorry about that... I was feeling so down on myself... I turned into a dog for gods sake."

"No." Olympias shook her head, then gave her charge a simple smile. Lips turned up, eyes sad. "I was just wondering."

"I do." Helen kissed the giant on the forehead.

Olympias felt joy radiate through her. "I'm glad, but you don't like that I love you... because of my trait... I just want you to know that... that's it's real for me Helen."

"I know." Helen raised her hand. "I know it is Olympias. You know…my whole life people were enchanted to desire me. I hated it, because no one wanted me because I funny or sweet. But now I see that life is just like that. We demand people love us a certain way, it’s like a great philosopher of this age said…’come as you are’”

"Brilliant girl." Olympias tilted her head, and admired the beauty before her. "I'm glad Eve saw what I see, I'm glad you're going for the gold. You'll make a fine queen."

Helen frowned now, darkness looming over her. "I just wish I could pull you over the finish line with me."

"I'd sooner die than slow you down." Now is where Olympias gave her a true smile, one that was brave, and young, and spoke of the heights of pride unsullied by Skylar. "Besides if you think about it, me scoring so few points, kind of means I resisted what this show wanted the most. So in a way, I'm the real winner."

"Except that Mary is below you."

Olympias waved that away. "Sometimes there are flukes."

——-

The snow had all melted.

What an apt metaphor. Randy was a Ski Instructor with no slopes. A crew member with no stomach left for the show. Why did he have to look inside her room? When has a priests gazing upon the sanctum of their god ever ended well?

How could he go on in this world? There was no quitting, no other job. There was this… and nothing.

“Randy!” A woman cried jumping from the ski lift. She ran to him. It was Elizabeth, in a state she’d never seen before. Her eyes were wild and ****. “It didn’t work! She won’t show me what’s on her phone;” she dropped to her knees just in front of him. “And now I can feel her clawing to get out, she wants to do something to me!”

“Boudica?”

“Nnnno, the other me! Ngh all the girls agreed on what we’d do to our other selves, but she wasn’t there! She’s going to hurt me!”

Randy wanted nothing more, than to run away. This was too much, on top of the too much he was already drowning in. ‘Be a man.’

“I’ll talk to her.” He felt that there might be some light in this world. A simple deed, in a vast and pathetic life. He brought out a walkie talkie. “Anyone have eyes on Boudica?”

“She’s in the mortal world with Olympias, visiting Grace at the asylum.” Responded a crew member.

“That’s a fun pair, she in a good mood?”

“The blonde hair is back.”

“Copy.” Randy gave Elizabeth a hopeful smile. “Talk to her when she gets back, she might be in a sharing mood.”

The vampire let out and unsteady breath. “Thank you. Sorry I came to you like this.” She sniffed. “I’m just scared.”

“You have good reason to be.” He patted her gently. “The fact that anyone gets horny in this place is a joke.” A third voice joined the conversation.

“Randy The Dance instructor is that you?”

His ears perked up. He looked over to see Karen in baggy pants and a fishnet top, looking like the day they first met twenty years ago. “Karen!” He jumped up to hug her.

“It’s Eloise now.” She looked to Elizabeth. “And thou art my child.” She rolled her eyes. “Of course Skylar can only make a middling goth.”

“Randy, your friend is so nice.” Elizabeth snarked.

Randy wanted to warn Elizabeth against upsetting the host, but feared that would just activate Eloise. “I guess the rumors are true, you’re here to ruin Skylar.”

Eloise’s black lips spread into a wide smile. They were all like this, Randy realized all monsters. “Well she couldn’t have screwed up this badly all on her own.”

Randy’s gears were turning. “When does your season end?”

“Tonight. Should be a cracker ”

“So you’re in hotel talk tomorrow?”

“Uh oh, now even you’re plotting something?” Eloise cackled. “Don’t go thinking you’ll take over host once Skylar takes the fall. This whole damn place is going up in static.”

He gulped. “You’re getting us canceled?”

“Last boat off leaves tomorrow. I won’t hold a grudge for you choosing Skylar over me.”

“B…but the crew!” There were hundred of people, their people working on this show! Eloise was going to get them all cancelled just for Skylar.

“Ask me if I care Randy.”

Elizabeth cringed. “What happens tomorrow?”

Eloise smiled, a toothy predatory smile. She then mimed zipping her lips with surprising precision. “You made me promise not to say.”

“I made…” Elizabeth growled, good and tired of her own life being kept from her. “Look into…”

Suddenly Elizabeth was staring at herself. Her face was half obscured by a blindfold. Her inner ear could not reconcile this image. Her stomach lurched and she watched herself throw her body to the ground and void the steak Helen had worked to hard to make edible for her.

Eloise moved her hand, and with it Elizabeth’s vision shifted. “Cute power.” Eloise tossed Elizabeth’s eyes over her shoulder. Elizabeth flopped on the ground as each eye spun in mid air and her brain cried out in horror.

The host dusted herself off. She gave Randy a friendly smile. “You know where to find me.” The started to walk off, then paused. “Take the blindfold off, and your eyes will come back.”

——-

“Your body is so gross and muscley, you look like a boy!” Boudica tittered and pressed her heel into The Amazon’s back.

Olympias only response was to moan and to lick Grace’s feet harder.

“Golly Olly, you sure like feet!” Boudica plopped on her bimbo behind and began playfully smacking Olympias’ ass. “Wouldn’t you rather lick my foofie?”

Grace, who’d been Olympias’ original victim in the show laughed knowingly. “It’s my perfect body, even my feet are more erotic than anything on a lower woman. She can’t resist.”

“Rrrright.” Boudica giggled uncomfortably, and chose to rub her button rather than engage further with the lunatic.

This scene came about for a variety of reasons.

Since the transformations yesterday Olympias had been burning with lust. She just could not scratch the itch, no matter how much she rubbed, Boudica had a vice grip on her pleasure.

Therefore she had to sleep with Boudica.

Then it was time for her weekly visit to Grace, which was always a humiliating and exciting event. This would be her last trip and thus she wanted to fully appreciate it.

Finally though her lust was great, if she was going to have a partner she needed two. In her mind this had been the most efficient way to harvest the most pleasure.

She was living to regret and love her decision.

Her mouth was filled with Grace’s toes. Her perfect tiny little feet, when compared to her own. She loved them, this was just so base, pathetic.

“You said we were going to snuggle!” Boudica grumbled. She bent Olympias’ leg behind her back, and started rub her puffy pink lips along her shin. A three way had proven too much for Boudica. Her own demon had taken control. Which was worse in its own way. Boudica’s bimbo persona apparently had layers, happy pet around Erica, silly dom for Olympias. She delighted in teaseing the giant which was just making the whole thing hotter and hotter.

“You ll do anything I tell you too.” Grace was grinning completely in control despite being locked away in a straight jacket.

“Yes mistress.” Olympias moaned. “Please can I touch myself?”

Grace scoffed. “Have you earned it?”

“Yeeess.” Olympias hissed and kissed the bottom of her feet.

“I don’t think you have.” Grace growled.

Boudica began to run her ever drooling cunt over Boudica’s foot.

“Why?” Olympias begged.

“Because I’m still trapped in here! Get me out!”

“Ooooooh!” Boudica purred as her welcoming cunt relaxed and she slowly began to sink down on Boudica’s foot and brought it inside of her. “If it fits I sit!” Boudica giggled and started to do the squat routine necessary to pleasure herself at such and angle.

“You’re right.” Olympias gave a weak moan when she felt what that bimbo slut was doing to her.

Eversince she had that dream she’d had a weird sort of guilt about what she’d done to Grace. She felt like she was helping her by playing around with her fantasy, but now she realized that she could do more.

The purple glow of her pride seeped out of her brand into Grace. The sick woman groaned. It was not immediately apparent to an outside viewer but she was growing. Her body was becoming more muscular, her bones denser larger. Soon her jacket was ripping, tearing, into shreds.

She absorbed the dark energy happily. Already a child of pride. Soon she was just like Olympias seven feet tall and all muscle. She was free of her bondage. The other two looked upon her on wonder. She hadn’t just been changed on a physical level. Spiritually too, her body exuded a sense of perfection and all would bow down to it!

“Wow!” Boudica gasped, her foofie clenched around Boudica’s foot. “She’s so snuggly!”

Grace felt woozy and out of breath, her lungs had so much more muscle to power. Yet she was free. She unsteadily got to her feet. A grin quickly overtaking her face. “Well done ****.” She looked down at Olympias who stared up at her in wonder. “You May touch yourself , but first bring me my nurse…”

——-

Boudica waved goodbye to Olympias. Her hair was a light pink and her figure was slimming down. The purring of her foofie was quieting as well, a gentle little hum. She leaned against a wall and tugged on her nipple, the demonic **** desperately trying to stay in control. More sex, more lust, more more more.

“Boudica!” Elizabeth tackled the bimbo and hugged her against a wall. “So good to see you, you’re so cuddly!”

Boudica giggled, and guided Elizabeth’s head between her breasts. “Hey chubby, what’s up?” She petted the vampire’s head, and henpecked her hair in an affectionate way.

“I was just hoping…l” she lifted her head up, and stared into Boudica’s soul. “… you’d Look into my eyes!”

Boudica looked stunned. “Y-your eyes?”

“That’s right… you like looking into my eyes, my pretty pretty eyes.”

Boudica smiled. “Pretty eyes…”

“When you look at my eyes you feel so happy, and obedient.”

“Happy… obedient…”

“You trust me because my eyes make you happy.”

“Trust… happy… obedient.”

“You can trust that was I say is true.”

“True.”

“You have my phone… you’re a silly bimbo and thought it was yours. But it’s not, it’s my phone.”

“Your…phone.” Boudica’s eyes were spirals.

“Give me my phone.”

Boudica nodded, and lifted the device out of her pocket. “Okay…”

“Unlock it.”

“Okay…”

Elizabeth breathed for the first time all day. She finally had it! “Thank you so much Boudica…I…nnnnyeah!” Elizabeth gripped her head. “No! No! You’re not real you can’t…”

Elizabeth’s posture suddenly changed, she relaxed and smiled at the spiraling Boudica. “She’s telling me, what I can’t do?” She gave a haughty laugh. “Now let’s see what Skylar’s up to…”

——-

“Lovely dress.” Satan held his hand out to Olympias and pulled her into his room.

Olympias giggled. She hadn’t been able to shake it since this afternoon with Boudica. “I figured I would reward you with something feminine tonight, our last time together.”

He grinned, and inhaled her perfume. “Stop smiling you’re freaking me out.”

“Can’t help it, I’m 15% bimbo now. They say stoicism is the first to go.”

She did seem relaxed, radiant even. “It suits you.” He guided her to the couch. “Before our date, I have a surprise.”

He snapped his fingers, and Cleopatra appeared holding a box. Olympias noticed her tattoos had turned silver, and her movements were somewhat jerky, she didn’t appear to be bending her knees. She gave Olympias an awkward smile. After Their moment this morning and they were enemies, but they both worked for the boss.

“What could this be?” Olympias opened the box, and found a collar. The collar. The one from the egg Helen had laid. “You’re serious?”

“You’ve done good work, you deserve a reward.” All those nights with him had paid off! She had impressed him, and now he was saving her!”

“Thank you…. Master.” Not husband, master. She had the gratitude of the ****.

“It’s loaded with Helen’s personal trait. You’ll gain points by sleeping with the other girls. It’s a long climb, so you better get wild.”

“I will!” She was brimming with joy.

“Allow me.” He took the dollar and slipped it around her neck. “It’s been a pleasure watching you work.” He clasped the collar, and locked it in place.

Olympias face immediately went slack. Her mind had the sense that it was melting. All her thoughts just went, blaaaaah. “Wut…. Happen?” She asked slowly. “Something… happen.” She held her hands up to her face, nothing seemed wrong…. But she felt so… slow.

“Oh dear me.” Satan sighed. “I picked the wrong trait, I gave you easy A.”

“That one…” Olympias smacked her head, like it would snake info loose. “Make me smart?”

“That’s right.” Satan patted her head. “You’re an A plus student right now.”

She giggled. “Thanks master. Buh wadda bout my points?”

“What do you mean?”

“Need points to win?”

“Oh? How many?”

“Um…” Olympias counted on her fingers. “I dunno.”

“You have 66, you just need three more and you win.”

“That’s…” she growled. “69?”

“The best number there is, if you get there, you’ll win for sure. It’s a special rule.”

Olympias giggled. “Imma win?”

“If you can find a way to score three points.”

“She blushed, and pressed a hand to his chest. “I think I can think of a way!”

Satan looked up and saw that his secretary was shaking. Her teeth were grinding noiselessly as she looked away. He grinned at her discomfort. “Don’t tell me you feel bad for her! This will keep her out of everyone’s business.”

“No no.” Cleopatra shook her head, and looked away, like a good robot. “You know best master… it’s just… sad to lose a competitor.”

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