The Alliance At The End of The World

This chapter was interlaced with the next chapter. But These segments take place on day 2, and the next chapter takes place on day 3. I thought that might be too confusing, so I decided to break them up. I'm only saying that because there are breaks that lead into the same scene and it doesn't flow as well as it's supposed to.

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“Come on.” Boudica husked into Helen ear. “Gimme that egg.”

“I so will not,” Helen grumbled and turned over in their bed.

“Come on, you get points, I get a prize. What do you have to lose?”

“Um, my brains, again? I just became smart, I’m not going to throw it away now.” She didn't know how hard Boudica's Bimbo ability would hit, but she wasn't want to find out.

“But I’m the only one who can make you cum. Don’t you want to cum?”

She did, she did, she did. It’d been a week with no relief. Her last orgasm had been with master… as his dog. Her toes curled thinking about it. All three of her heads howling with joy. What a perfect existence.

She could feel her pubic hair growing in and her pussy getting wet too. Then there was the atmospheric lust of being a cuck, and finally… the egg.

She was horny in a way, and for things she never she’d imagined she’d desire. Desires she could make erupt without this redhead. “I’m fine. I can hold out for another week.”

Boudica’s fingers wove between the strands of Helen’s red hair. “I think you want to cum.”

“Oooooh.” Helen’s eyes rolled back into her head.

“Every doggy needs a leash.”

“Good dog.” Helen husked, her face pulling into a muzzle as hair exploded over her skin, now a vibrant and healthy red.

“We’re a good dog.” Said the head on Helen’s left.

“We would never bite.” Said the one on the right.

“Good.” Boudica grinned and threw the covers off. “I’ve got a small quota, so this shouldn’t take long.”

Boudica guided Helen’s panting heads over to her crotch and pulled her muzzle between her legs. This went beyond just the trait. They enjoyed being on a leash. She was getting off on this, and thus eagerly began to lap at Boudica’s furry chalice.

“Ooooh that’s so weird.” Boudica cringed, closed her eyes and thought if Elvis. “You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog…”

Helen put her full attention to working Boudica’s folds. Her other two heads kissed and licked at her thick thighs. But soon, she was working herself up into a fervor. Her heads abandoned their support role and each envious head pushed and jostled to lick at Boudica’s sex. Her fingers dug into her own sex. “Arrooo.” One head would sigh wistfully.

“Oi!” Boudica shook the dog.

“Behave, or no cummies for you.”

The three heads whined and dutifully, the center returned to its work.

“We’re glad we got your Hair Boudica.” Sighed one head.

“This is so hot.” Panted the other. “Was Erica a good Mistress?”

“You got to be her pet.”

“Your hair is turning pink!”

Boudica was riding waves of pleasure. Indeed her hair was bleaching itself. She giggled, stopped herself and giggled again. “I feel gooood.”

The heads whined again. “Cummies now?”

“Cummies?”

“Can we have cummies?”

“Ooooooh.” Boudica was was whimpering now too. “Good doggy, good doggy. We can have cummies together.” She held Helen’s phone out to her. “You just gotta give me your VP!”

Sip from the chalice +3

Above and beyond +5

Snuggles +1

Helen 170 VP (+9)

Transfer!

Helen 153 (-17)

Boudica 128 (+17)

Boudica takes Second Place! She’s within striking distance of winning!

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“Hey baby boy.” Atossa backed her dump truck of an ass against Stan and pressed him to a wall. “You been hiding from me? I had such a fun time watching you swing that pick axe in the basement.”

Stan gulped. “No, no of course not Atossa. Why would I avoid you?”

“I don’t know, but you’ve been neglecting your duties. There are only three dicks in this harem. Master won’t touch the losers, and Mark Anthony is impudent if you don’t pay him. I prefer my dates to spend money on me. So it’s up to you.”

He squirmed as she ran her ass up and down his crotch. “I’m flattered, but I’m not really in the mood, I…”

“Little boy!” She turned around on him. “All of my vibrators are out of batteries. Momma needs her tube packed NOW!”

“Back off!” Cleopatra appeared from down the hall. “He’s mine.”

Atossa sighed. “Come on Cleo, let me play with him just a little. I need my vitamin D.”

The queen stared her down. “I’m Greek and Egyptian Atossa, don’t think you’ll be getting anything out of me, Persian.”

Atossa slinked away, her instincts as a lesser member of the harem overrode her need for hot young dick. “You know where to find me…” She walked away her ass bouncing as she did. Those two globes half hanging out of her cheetah print workout pants.

“To think that used to be an Empress.” Cleo joined Stan by his side.

“Yeah…” his dick got hard when he thought if what they’d done to her.

Cleopatra noticed and slapped his junk. “Oh now you want her.”

“Ahh!” He groaned. “Well whose fault is that?” That girls hadn't been the only ones to figure out what Cleo's tattoos meant. There was one for him too.

“I know.” She sighed and patted him on the back. “I’m sorry, I wanted to apologize to you in person. At the time I wasn’t thinking right. You were trying to comfort me, and I corrupted you.”

“All this time I’ve been killing myself for being turned on by some of this. And it wasn’t me…”

“Yeah, welcome to the club Stan.” She gestured to her piercing-covered ears. “My entire ear is an erroneous zone now. We’re all going through it.”

He frowned. “Oh, yeah. You’re real sorry huh?”

She softened. “I am, actually. You’re my master, and if you’re not that, then you’re at least my friend.” They’d been more than friends, but that was when he was her master. Without that he could not compete with her true love.

“We’re friends.” He took a breath and pulled himself up to his full height, erection gone. “Now what do you really want?”

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“It was awful, Marie, she didn’t even care what the show had done to these women, and she wanted me to join in on it.” Molly was crying on her friend’s shoulder. They were two days into the final week, and Molly had just returned from her ‘Date’ with Erica. Her lips throbbed and were begging her to suck on something, anything. The two were sitting in one of the many lounges. Disappointed couples were complaining about the sudden melt that had hit the mountains.

“Yeah, that’s Erica for you.” Marie sighed and patted the brunette on the back.

Molly gave her a look. “Not it’s not, she’s nothing like that.”

“Oh yeah, sorry her change has messed with my head too. I halfway remember her always being a demon.” The stoner took a drag from her blunt, and let it out in a cool exhale. "Sucks, though. I guess you better stay away. Me and her are in this thing, but you're just a bystander... maybe just... enjoy your vacation?"|

“I wish we could do something.”

“You guys talking about Erica?” Stan and Cleopatra were not far away, they were occupying their own seats in the lounge. The old master must have just been half listening to Cleopatra’s concerns because he’d caught what they’d been saying too. The queen gave him an annoyed roll of her eyes.

“Who else?” Marie offered.

Stan shrugged. “Oh I'm sure there's a hundred girls out there mourning for their friends, wishing for **** on Skylar.”

Cleopatra liked the sound of that, but any allies they had would be as hopeless as them. “Whether it’s eight ants, or a hundred we’re still not taking out The Sphinx.”

Marie airily considered this. “We ants are not the only ones she’s wronged.”

Cleo now turned her body towards the pair. The background players had suddenly earned her interest. “What do you mean?”

Marie shrugged and smoked. “She used to be the assistant on another show. She came in, and immediately took over this lady’s show. Her boss hasn’t been seen since.”

“Another host.” Cleopatra grinned. “Now that would be a good ally.” The three girls sighed and shrugged.

The ‘Alas’ went without saying.

But Master Stan has his brow furrowed in thought. “We could find her.”

Molly finally peels her face away from Marie’s shirt. “How? It’s not like Skylar has her locked up in a broom closet in the hotel.”

“Right.” Stan stood up. “She’s probably out there somewhere.” Stan gestured to the window.

“In the woods?” Marie cocked an eyebrow.

“In the universe!”

Cleopatra smiled, and leaned her head back on the couch. “We made him good, and rich. Completely forgot to mention brains.”

He shot her a playfully offended look. “Let me show you.”

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Elizabeth sat on a couch, a slipper dangled from her stockinged foot. She flicked it back and forth like a hypnotists watch. The room smelled of books, and felt of fire. The sounds were if a crackling fire, a vagina being wetly pleasured, and Elizabeth’s gentle words.

“You feel your need for her growing and growing. You can’t stand it. You need her. You need her.”

“Hng.” Mark Anthony groaned miserably. “Cleopatra…”

Elizabeth looked to her minion Zheng the pirate queen was losing herself to the scene, rubbing her slimy pussy as she watched her mistress work.

What fine work it was. Mark Anthony was sporting a full erection, hard and throbbing. It was leaking cum, and all she used were her words.

“It’s not her fault that she denied you, but you have to have her back.”

“Y-yes, I need her back.”

“That’s why you need to bring her to me. So I can corrupt her back into the woman who made you.”

“Yesss, corrupt her.”

Elizabeth smiled. “You know I can do it.”

“Yes mistress.”

“Good. Now what will you do next time you see Cleopatra?”

“Bring her to you.”

“Again.”

“Bring her to you.”

“Again.”

“Bring her to you.”

“Good boy.” With some skill Elizabeth kicked her shoe, and hung it in his cock like she was playing horseshoes. “Now cum.”

“Uuuuh.” Mark Anthony grunted and his dick convulsed sending his pent up seed into the ties if the shoe. All of this without a touch. His dick pumped, and flooded the slipper until his ivory treasures were dripping off the heel and onto the carpet.

“Level three seems to be paying off.

Look into my eyes++ Elizabeth’s hypnotic powers are now at their peak. With a few simple words she can rewrite memories, induce physical reactions in people, and given enough time alter the desire and thought patterns of her victims.

Elizabeth Bathory 24vp (-11)

She turned to the melancholy vampire at her side. “Ferenc my dear, alert our followers. Once I capture Cleopatra the end of times will be upon us. They’ll know what to do.”

The newly restored vampire nodded silently.

Elizabeth pouted. “Don’t be a spoil sport precious. Once I rid myself of her, she’ll be yours to play with.” She grunted, and closed an eye as if in pain. “Speaking of which, I can feel her breaking through… like the sun through clouds.” She waved her husband away. “Go no!” She stood to her feet.”Zheng you’re up.”

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“Oh SHIT!” Marie gasped as Stan threw open the basement doors to reveal the void beyond. The room, or expanse, or dimension beyond the door was pure nothingness, no light or sound, or hope of anything came from it. When they spoke, they had to face each other, otherwise, the soundwaves would simply vanish out there in the nothingness, absorbed like water into an everyhungry sponge.

“This door has just been here?” Molly cried out, gripping Stan, less she get sucked in.

He gave her a grin. “I’m on the staff.” A key dangled from his fingers. Apparently, he hadn't been content to scrape at the bottom of the Harem while his other half pronounced his empty love to the women he was supposed to protect.

Cleo stood closer. The length of her dress hung off the edge of the world and fluttered in the nothingness. “It’s the Underworld.” Beyond this door the spirits, and gods of **** waited to pass judgment on the living.

“This is where Morgan escaped.”

“Where does it go?” Marie winced as she stared into the nothingness.

“Everywhere.” He shook his head. “You just need to know where to walk.”

“So it’s useless.” Marie sighed. “We don’t know shit.”

“Skylar does.”

“So do I.” They all screamed and whipped around. Sure that they’d just been busted by the host. However, standing behind them was Eve. Dark of skin, modest of body, and currently getting eaten and molested by what had once been a cinched-waisted housedress.

“I’m so not upgrading that trait.” Cleopatra gulped as the dress looked at her and gave her a dirty squint. “You’re mine today?”

“Sure am!” Eve beamed. “Shall we have another threeway?”

Marie and Molly both walked way, unvolunteering themselves from that idea.

Cleopatra shook her head. “No, I’m a different person than when you were last my ****.” She tilted her head. “You say you know where to go?”

Eve smiled and walked forward. She looked meaningfully out into the void. “Anywhere you want to go.” She was immune to doubt.

“How?” Molly squinted for all she was worth but could decern nothing.

Eve hummed to herself. “I tell everyone I see things the way God does, but no one believes me.”

“Holy shit.” Marie smiled. This had all been talk, but they could really do it. “Take us to… shit what was her name? Babe? Bibs?”

“Babs.” Molly said.

“Yeah, take us to her old boss.” Marie started jumping around with the most energy she’d ever shown. “Fucking bring that bitch in here for a throwdown! LET THEM FIGHT!”

“Shhhhh!” Everyone shushed her.

Eve squinted out into the void. “I can’t find a single person… I see their HQ.”

“Babs?”

“The producers.”

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"You're not real!" Elizabeth screamed. Conciousness hit her like a sledge hammer. She was in another time, and another place. Her mind had not even the moment it needed to realize these facts before her eyes landed on a unfamiliar face.

Her mind tried to summon up where she'd seen these slight asian features before. The scars? One of the old wraths, before, Mary? No... "Zheng!" Elizabeth called out, her mind ping ponging in panic, but satisfied that it had succesfully figured something out.

The old pirate queen was close, standing right in front of her really, with a grin on her face. Her hair was leaking down her head like shampoo. "I guess that's my sign!" She lunged forward toward Elizabeth, who quickly found her back was against a wall. "This will be quicker if you don't fight!" The pirate grinned. "Please fight!"

Elizabeth was of the mind to. "Look into my..."

The pirate queen pinned her against the wall with one arm, and covered her eyes with the other. "I don't think so..."

Elizabeth had the sensation of warm wax being poured over her. "W-what's happening?"

"I'm just getting so excited about all of this!" Zheng cackled. "You were right by the way." The pirate sang. "She's out to get you."

Blindly Elizabeth flailed, and pushed but her hands kept sinking into the captor's body. This was Zheng's elimination. She was now nothing more than a roiling ooze of corruption. No form, just excited, black sin. Eager for what her Mistress had promised she'd do to Elizabeth Zheng happily did the vampire's bidding.

Zheng was melting all over Elizabeth now. Her eyes were covered, black tar was getting into her mouth. She was running down Elizabeth's torso and legs.

"Please!" Elizabeth cried as her body was consumed by the black mass, that was Zheng. "You can't do this! She's evil!"

Zheng was beyond words now, her mouth now melted. She was just a mass of ooze encasing her target. Soon. She wrapped herself around Elizabeth's entire body. From her hands to her feet the Countess appeared to be covered in a tight black latex. The clothing was gone, and it was now just her and this second skin. She had no face, a mask covered her except for two holes for her nose. Though it was her body that appeared to everyone, the shapely curvy, slightly chubby body of Gluttony, it was Zheng who was in control. She moved Elizaeth around like an Exoskeleton, and kept the little trouble maker gagged.

The two halves of Elizabeth had to share time, but her other half had made sure to find a way to keep the true Elizabeth out of trouble during her time. Zheng walked her victim somewhere nice and quiet and made herself content to send black tendrils into Elizabeth's sex and mouth until it was time for her mistress to return.

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"Let's go now before they find us!" Marie jumped into the void, only for Cleopatra, Stan and Eve to all grab her by the collar.

Stan spoke first. "This is in the employee section, no cameras here. We have time to plan."

Cleopatra sighed. "Not exactly. Eve will only be willing to help us for the rest of the day. Then she goes over to Boudica."

Stan smiled. "Boudica will want to fight. We'll bring her with us."

Molly's eyes were bright. "Let's just take everyone. Run away, and go somewhere they can't find us."

Cleo and Eve spoke in one voice. "We need the prize."

Marie gave a fart to show how unimpressed she was with that. "Then why the fuck try to find someone who'll fight Skylar in the first place?"

The Queen smiled and ran her fingers along the darkness. "Don't you two know anything?"

Stan gave a gentler response. "This is Classic Cleopatra. Go to Rome, seduce a general, and return to Egypt with an army at your back. That's how she became Queen of Kings."

Molly looked aghast. "She died!"

"But the prize was mine."

"Stan!" Molly begged. "Everyone is going to get seriously hurt if they do that. You know running away is the best option."

Another sad smile. "If we run. Skylar will find new people to kidnap. A new location to film, more ****, more misery, more trauma. If we find something, or someone to destroy her, we'll have avenged Peaks, and the girls at the club. Everyone who Skylar ever destroyed."

Molly looked disgusted. "You just want to be The Master again!" He was still holding on hope that he could be the one to get his dick wet. Molly could see it. Cleopatra wanted her prize, and so did Stan. They were the same.

"Calm down." Cleopatra's mind was roaming through a web of possibilities. "We can do this without you."

Marie just chuckled. "Sure, you two against a castle full of Skylars."

Cleo was feasting on all this. "I hope there are. Everyone who has a stake in Skylar's success is in here with us, everyone who wants her to fail is out there."

Stan was in enthusiastic agreement. "We might not even need Babs. I mean... Skylar's control panel could be out there. Or the machine that makes a wish, what if it's a computer, and we just enter in a few lines of code and this is all over. We've got nothing to lose."

Molly was aghast. "We have everything to lose."

"No." Marie took a step back from her friend, and stood next to Stan. It felt like a chasm greater than the one behind them. Marie had finally made a decision, and it was to leave her behind. Molly had only known the girl for a month... but that hurt. "We don't. We're all going to Hell when this is over... you're just going back to highschool."

"Let us handle it Molly." Stan finished.

Worse than the thought of going through with their plan, was being excluded from it. Worse than even that, Marie was going to do it! She couldn't even shower in the morning, and she was going into these monsters' base? They thought she was a kid. "But I want to help..."

"You're too weak." Cleopatra dismissed her with a wave. "Skylar had the chance to let us run. Now we bite."

"I'm coming." Molly had stood around and let them pervert and change Erica until the sweet girl she met at the arcade, was a complete Psycho.

Cleo smirked. "You're not. I've already decided."

Brave Molly stepped forward, and looked up to the queen, who made an ill replacement for Ericia in this group. It'd been them to go back to the normal world, not her. They were the ones who went to the club. Who talked to Skylar's victims. Who know about Babs in the first place. Not her! "I'm coming. Or I'll tell Skylar about your plan. I'll tell everyone. I'll yell it to the sky, and she'll find out somehow."

The smirk evolved into a smile. At last, a bit of spunk. "Very brave, but Stan already told you there are no cameras down here. For the good of everyone it might be best if I kill you now, and stop you from blowing this. What do you say to that?"

This was a test. Molly grimaced, and stared at the queen and her golden eyes. She looked to Marie and Stan who both were stunned by the question. She needed to prove herself. Needed to show she had guts. "I'd say..." Molly's mouth then copied the smile on Cleopatra's face. "...I better get going then." In a flash, she threw herself into the void, and she was gone.

"No!" All four schemers cried as she vanished.

Horrified, Cleopatra started laughing. "I didn't mean to drive her to suicide!"

Marie threw her head into the void to see if she could find the girl. "Molly!"

"We have to go after her!" Stan joined Marie in her search.

"Obviously." Cleo rolled her eyes. "Eve can you see her?"

"Yes my queen!"

Cleopatra took out her phone and opened a drawing app. "I need you to draw me a map to the Producer's base."

Eve looked confused. "Shouldn't I come with you?"

"No, Skylar is going to notice if I'm gone." At long last she felt alive, a scheme, a plan, and ardent danger. She'd be lying if she said love had been the only thing that brought her and Mark Anthony together. It was excitement like this, that always made their love seem so grand. "I'm going to buy you a trait, and then I'm going to upgrade it. It's from the shape-shifter path the audience chose to avoid. Level two will allow you to copy my appearance, voice, and mannerisms. That should get you through." She handed the mother a keycard. "That'll get you into the master suite. He's got Olympias tonight, so you may have your hands full. She kind of declared war on me this morning. Also also found out this morning that my brand's turning me into a robot, so play with that however you want."

"Got it."

"Stay away from your main body. She won't be able to absorb you if you do so. I know at midnight you're going to lose your loyalty to me, but Eve... I'm talking to you right now, not my ****. This could change everything."

Their golden eyes met. "Cleopatra, I need that wish."

"And we're going to rip it out of Skylar's cold dead hands."

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