Revival

Erica woke up with her arms spread over her head, and her legs spread as well. It was a surreal place to wake up to. Over her head, a mobile of stars, moons, and planets circled over her head. The box at first seemed like it could be prison, but it soon became apart to Erica that she was in a giant crib. The blanket wadded up to her side was a dead give away, so we’re the wooden bars.

Unlike Boudica it was no mystery who was keeping her tied down.

Skylar loomed over her, sitting on the bars of the crib crossed legged. She had a cruel smile, and a gleam in her eyes. “Good morning.”

“Joan!” Erica cried.

“Hey.” Skylar huffed. “Don’t make me put a paci in your mouth, no calling for help.”

“Too late.” Joan was already there, as if she wouldn’t be. Sword drawn, and aura a blazing. This was not how she was supposed to play out this season. This was not in the show bible. “You think you can snap her out of her room, and I woudln’t protect her?”

Skylar nimbily moved over to the other side of the crib, with it and Erica between her and a scary looking sword. “No comment.” She held her hand up menacingly. “It’s over Joan, you’re eliminated. You’ve broken the rules one too many times.”

Joan frowned. “You’d eliminate the most popular conteStant?”

“I would.” Skylar did not flinch. “This is not how the show is supposed to go. You can not come and go. You can’t go to my past masters. That’s not how the game is played. You’re too dangerous, I see that now. My pride brought you here, but I’m not going to let you take me, and everyone else on this show down.”

“And you think eliminating Erica is going to stop me from ruining your show?” Her hair began to rise in a menacing magical way.

Skylar smirked. “Once she’s eliminated she’ll be bound to Stan body and soul. You’ll have nothing to attach you to this world. This isn’t my first show, Joan. Not by a long shot.”

Joan could have kicked herself, she must have given her emotions away somehow. Skylar’s pierced nipples visibly perked up, her eyes dilated, and her face twisted into the hungry gaze of a predator spotting a wounded calf. Skylar was a beast that feasted on anguish. This had escaped from her control awfully fast. She feared not failure, but… losing Erica was an unbearable thought.

“Good.” Skylar hissed, her voice for the first time matching her sinister appearance. She looked down to Erica. “My plans for you were to be a sexy school girl. But you’ve pushed me too far.” She raised her hands. “Little baby Erica. I’m going to change your mind last, slowly enough to where you’ll be able to understand your own obliteration. “Clothes first though…”

“Stop.” Joan said it quietly, and forcefully, but was an entreating tone to it. Not a threat but an invitation.

Skylar would have ignored a threat, but she was a curious little host. “What is it?”

“Erica and I are both, invested in seeing this show to the end, on your terms. We’ll stay in line, Skylar. I swear.”

“Aww, the two of you are finally broken? WELL IT’S TOO LATE!” She snapped her fingers. Erica gym uniform was shredded,. Her long grey shirt, was mended into a black baby t, with a cartoon bat on it. Excess fabric was repurposed into a bib, and a bonnet. A pacifier appeared in her mouth, and the gym socks she’d been sleeping in, became frilly little bobby socks. Her gym shorts was now a padded pair of pullups, decorated with candy corn.

Being a bimbo, or a cuck, or a bondage monster would have been fine to Erica. But a fucking diaper wearing adult pretending to be a baby, FUCK THAT! She arched her back and tugged at her restraints. She had mittens on her hands now, to stop her from any feats of dexterity. She tugged and tugged at her restraits, causing the crib to creak. This was not how her service to God was going to end, not in a diaper.

“Aww, her first tantrum. Whoops!” Skylar leapt from her crip, hopping right over Joan’s sword as she swung at her. She landed on the ground near by, aglile as a gymnast. “Ah ah, naughty girl, be a good big sister, or that diaper won’t be an ascetic choice.”

“Stop this!” Joan knuckle’s were white as she gripped her sword. “I gave her the chance to leave this place, she chose to stay! We’re not the ones causing all this chaos.”

“Why should I?” Skylar crouched on the soft carpet of the nursery.

Erica really, really hoped there was a reason! She’d come to truly value her toilet training after all this age play shit started cropping up. You never know what you have, until someone tries to take it away.

“Because, I know where Satan is being hid.”

—--

“Hey wait up!” Mary chased down Elizabeth like a grey hound chases a hare. She was naked as the day she was born, minus a pair of lace gloves. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

The sun was still out so it was the meek and sweet Bathory Mary chased down. She turned. “What’s up?”

“I was thinking about it, and you’ve got a date tomorrow with the big man tomorrow right?”

“Right.” Elizabeth had a note of caution in her voice.

“Rights, so I was thinking we team up again. We got hella points last night, let’s do it again baby.”

Elizabeth flinched, and twiddled her thumbs. “Well um… actually.” She looked away from the demon. “I was actually hoping to have my date with him, during the day. I want him to get the know the real me.”

“He was balls deep in you the other day, he likes you just fine. Though he came on me.” There was an awful lot of pride in that deceleration.

“No!” Elizabeth stomped her foot. “That wasn’t me. If i’m going to play this game, I’m not going to depend on another person winning this for me.”

Mary, gritted her teeth, her brows arching angrily. “We just promised that we’d work together.”

“Stop.” Elizbeth stepped away. “It’s different for me.”

“Fine.” Mary crossed her arms. “I’ll just ask you again in an hour. I’m sure she’ll have a different answer.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Oh you can have your date, but once night hits, you and me are getting freaky.” She grabbed the woman by her collar and pulled her close. “Count on it.” She pushed the girl away, and gathered herself. It was nasty business gathering her allies like this.

She probably needed another one, three girls would be a powerful team. Who? That brawny bitch Olympias? Probably not, from what she heard that prude was about to get bopped fro not sleeping with Stan during their date. Yikes. So who then?

Helen?

She thought fondly to that little blonde eating her out yesterday. But this was an alliance of two nasty bitches, and that sweet little girl didn’t seem to fit in well with her and Elizabeth… though Daytime Elizabeth might make fast friends… hmm.

Then there was Boudica.

Mary liked her spit, but she was already taken by Erica’s little alliance. Maybe that could change? She didn’t know all the details, but word around the lodge was that they’d run into a rough patch the other day by the name of Cleopatra. Making taking a punch to the nose was enough to shake their lesser member loose?

Then of course there was Cleopatra, who seemed like a powerful player to Mary. Unhinged too, but Mary liked unhinged…

She liked it very much.

“So where are you heading?”

Elizabeth obviously wanted to squirm away, but Mary had not yet released her. “I was going to grab something to eat.”

The rolling, jiggling ball of flesh known as Eve was outside on the balcony, eating a fistfull of snow. Tomorrow as her night, and the girls were gaining ground on her. She had to find to think of something big for the competition. She's noticed she hadn't been very popular the last few polls.

Her ears pricked up when the back doors opened up. "Good morning Stan."

"That is freaky." The master, sighed, and came her way. He was bundled up in a deer skin jacket, and still looked colder than her. "I don't think I'm ever going to get used to this body."

"Isn't it sexy?" Eve rolled in the snow so he could get a good look at her plump ass. She gave it a spank, and he was hypnotized by the rolling of the ass. "Cleopatra got me good. Mmmm." She started rubbing herself as she thought of the changes that had been given to her.

Stan thought it would be polite to look away, and he wanted to, but he stared as she played with herself. "You look like a cartoon character."

She moaned at that, her snow covered fingers danced around her perfect clit. "Flatterer. I heard you went and took my advice."

"Word gets around."

"Well Skylar tried to punish Erica for it this morning."

"What?" He was suddenly sober and looked away. "Where is she?"

"Oh she's fine now, somehow she and Joan managed to talk themselves out of trouble again."

"That's good." He relaxed a bit, but his tortured look returned to his face. "She was just trying to help me, and I got her in trouble. No matter what I do I'm going to end up hurting everyone."

Eve grinned. "I see your trip was enlightening."

He wasn't eager to return the grin, though it was clear he found this situation kind of amusing. "You already know why I'm here don't you?"

She stood up, and despite her bimbo body looked very holy when she offered him her hand. "Worry not that others have known the answer before you. Instead rejoice that you too now stand among their number."

He took her hand. "I'll do everything I can to make sure you win this game."

She used his hand to pull him in close, so she could kiss him on the lips. "That's correct."

"Come on! Open up! Are you two lezzing out in there?"

Erica carefully approached Bloody Mary as she pounded away at Boudica and Helen's door. "Something wrong?"

The red woman snapped to attention. "Oh Erica." There was a reverence in her voice, and she gave a deep bow. She was naked except for a pair a ****, and Erica blushingly looked away. After spending a day in the club, this placed seemed frightfully modest. "Yes, I need to get my clothing from these two, but they're not opening up."

"Maybe they're not home?" Erica was looking for Boudica, so she could reveal Joan god damn betrayal before the rest of the show turned up.

"I can't find them anywhere else, this place is a god damn ghost town." Her slitted yes looked at Erica from her mary janes, to her sweater vest. "You're lucky you can just put on your uniform."

"Sorry." Erica said vaguely. Maybe she should check the confession room. She knew Boudica was doing some cam girl stuff there to meet her Quota. "Well I'm going to go try to find Pretty in Pink, good luck."

"Wait." Mary instantly closed the distance between the two of them, and had her hand on Erica's shoulder. The young girl stiffened. "Skylar was telling me I need to hang out with new people. What are you doing today?"

Erica's heart was pounding in her chest. It wasn't exactly a secret what she'd done to Elizabeth on their first night. Joan was off with Skylar, and at the moment Erica really did feel like a little girl. She wanted her daddy. "I need to talk to Boudica." She rasped.

"That can wait." There was a grin in Mary's voice. "I want to play a game of hide and seek with you."

Just as her son had taken over Persia, Olympias was now in control of the lounge. With the help of the theater's extensive prop department, she'd turned the lounge into sight out of a greek dream. Ivy covered pillars filled the room. Three fountains depicting a couple in the throes of sex sputtered dark red wine. Grapes and other delights hung from vines that criss crossed the ceiling.

Olympias herself was dressed in a white and purple toga, with a laural of leaves around her hair. The ground was smattered with carpets and cushions, and pillows, and bowls of fruit, lube, and condoms.

Now this was sex, this was a bacchanal!

She felt quite at ease in the place, and finally felt like she was ready to have the man. It was time to worship.

Though she just needed to go fetch him.

Before she could the doors of the clubbed opened up and a small army of NPC's came marching through. They walked robotically in lines, and their eyes were glazed over and dull. Not a thought amongst them. In there company were two women, who were tied up with ropes. Boudica and Precious Helen.

"What's the meaning of this?" Olympias snarled, and stomped her foot. Her face was already as read as Boudica's hair. She was fit to kill anyone who'd hurt a hair on Helen's head.

There was o fear in the few dozen NPC's who all just stood there robotically. They simply began to undress.

"We're here for the orgy." They said, in one voice.