Chapter 37 by Gambio

next Episode: 2th April

Shenanigans

“Here?”

Sahara looked at the place with a frown.

The entrance was a giant marble door-frame that was flanked by two equally giant penguins that had their flippers extended to form a sort of arch.

Higher still, in brightly colored and very unfitting letters stood PENGUIN MUSEUM

Hedhehogstew69: penguin museum

Hedhehogstew69: pretty close to penguin manor

It was, the rich blonde had to admit. But if the entrance was any indication then searching this place will take forever. If Megan happened to be wrong it would be a colossal waste of her time.

Hedhehogstew69: k bye now

“AND WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING?”, Sahara shouted

Hedhehogstew69: got work to do

Oh no, you don’t!

Sahara had not the slightest intention of searching through this gigantic place alone! This is all Megan’s fault for not making that devil deal anyways!

“You are a guide right? Museums have guides! So guide me!”

Hedhehogstew69: -_-

Hedhehogstew69: fuck

With that annoyance taken care off, the two entered the penguin gate.

What followed appeared to be an entrance hall. Colorful posters and banners highlighting the various exhibitions were scattered about.

Accomplishments of Ora

Hall of mirrors

History of Ora

Wax cabinet

Wing of penguins

Curiosities

Presents and gifts to Ora showcase

Gift shop

Just to name a few.

It didn’t feel particularly penguin centered for a so-called penguin museum.

As Sahara scanned the entrance hall with faint interest, her eyes fell on a rather quaint looking ticket gate manned by a penguin in staff uniform.

“Welcome to the Penguin Museum. Beak entertainment is guaranteed.”

This penguin somehow managed to look even more depressed than the pink maid. Impressive.

“That would be a cool 50 BP per penguin.”

Grrr.

Must everything in this blasted place cost money? But her Father always said you need to spend money to make money. Sahara paid the toll.

-50 BP

The staff penguin handed Sahara a ticket. “Here is your pass for penguin fun. You two may waddle in. Don’t forget to visit our gift shop.”

“Hold on!”, Sahara complained and pointed towards her companion. “Why doesn’t she have to pay?”

“Why would she?”, the penguin insolently scoffed at her. “Pen-guide is a worker at this museum.”

That is so unfair!

W-wait!

“Actually…” Sahara smiled slyly. “I am a worker too!”

The penguin cocked his head. “Are you now?”

“Of course! So give me my money back and let me in for free!”

“Certainly.”

+50 BP

Hah! She fooled that stupid penguin!

The penguin then pointed towards a side entrance. “For staff, this way please. You know the way Pen-guide.”

“Yes!”, Megan suddenly beamed and started walking. “Please follow me! Pen-guide! I will escort you to your duties!”

Sahara proudly waltzed after her.

The inside was a lot less grand then Sahara expected. This appeared to be the backstage section which the staff must use to quickly flit about.

Eventually, the two reached a door which Megan eagerly opened. “We first must needs see to your proper attire!”

Ah yes, this was a wardrobe.

Sahara did not like where this was going. She had no desire to be put in yet another ridiculous costume.

She almost wanted to dispense with the charade when she saw what a penguin in a maid outfit brought her.

It was a high quality blue silk dress. Something you would wear to a high society evening ball.

Naturally Sahara had an eye for such matters and she could tell that this gown was worth more than the average working class familiy would make in a lifetime.

Well, she supposed she could oblige!

The dressing room came with a shower, an actual warm shower not that miserable excuse that she was **** to use in the yard and after she properly cleaned herself a penguin stylist saw to her makeup, nails, perfume and hair.

She wasn’t that sure about letting a bird work on her but after having to suffer days of inhumane treatment it felt remarkably nice to be pampered like this. The rich girl sighed pleasantly. Why do the commoners always complain about work? This wasn’t so bad.

Next she was allowed to wear undergarments. Actual undergarments! She was also relieved of her collar, although her chastity cage frustratingly remained.

Her guide meanwhile received none of that treatment. Well, that was to be expected. She was just a lowly guide while Sahara was clearly the main attraction here. It is not often you get the honor of hosting a Marvelous.

“Excellent”, the penguin stylist nodded pleased as he showed Sahara a mirror. “You are now appropriately styled to start with your duties.”

Hm, yes. Sahara almost forgot that she was here for work. Well, pretend to work so she can find the key to her chastity cage.

Well, whatever.

Whatever work she is supposed to do, it would without a doubt be of the highest order. Mayhaps they will make her the director of this museum?

“Very well”, Sahara thus nodded as she slowly got up. “I shall tend to my duties then.”

“Follow me!”, Megan announced excitedly as she went to leave the dressing room.

Sahara had to smirk. While she was dressed in the finest silk, her guide was still bouncing around in that comical skimpy jester outfit. That was only fitting of course. When she will take her role as proper Queen of this harem she may allow the silly fool to serve her as court jester.

The backstage path continued for a little while longer before another door brought the pair to an area that was clearly at last the museum proper.

“E-eek!”

Sahara recoiled in fright as she suddenly saw De Sade glaring at her!

…

Ah wait, the scary teacher wasn’t moving.

And upon closer inspection she wasn’t the only one here. Scattered about a large circular room there were figures of all the contestants.

The figures weren’t all identical either. They came in different outfits and with small subtle changes to them.

There was a statue of Kikki in her school uniform from Saint Johanna’s but also her current form with those silly pointy ears. Liz was depicted straddling one of those dreadful motoric bicycles and with a collar and leash on all fours.

But what really caught her attention was Daddy.

Most of the girls had 3 or 4 statues.

Daddy had a near countless amount of them.

Just as with the girls they all looked slightly different. There was the princely one of course she was most familiar with, but also one that depicted him in a cheerleader skirt, another had him posing with two knives as if he was some sort of dashing rogue. In yet another one he had two horns and pale grey skin, resembling more a vile beast from hell. Some were even a female version of him, in fact there were a lot of those.

But through all those, one stood out in particular.

It was Daddy sitting on a throne with Cinderella on his lap.

Her pet looked hale and healthy enough and if the scratches on Daddy’s hand were any indication he made sure to extract a princely toll for the privilege of being held.

Well done, Cinderella.

“What is this place?”, Sahara asked, while she regarded the old tomcat.

“This is the wax museum part of the museum”, her guide said standing next to a clothed version of herself that wore proper clothes and had both of her eyes(One red, one green) visible.

Then Megan(the actual one, not the statue) pointed to an elevated pedestal. “Please stand there to penguin your work!”

What an odd request.

Perhaps the museum wishes to employ her services as a curator? She had an eye for fine art after all and purchased many famous pieces herself. Once this is all over she must have breakfast with Tiffany again and discuss her newest acquisitions.

This should be an easy enough task to play pretend for.

Thus Sahara stood on the pedestal.

“Very good! Now take on a very Sahara like pose!”

That request was even odder.

But no matter, this was a simple enough request to fulfill.

Sahara put a hand on her hip and smiled confidently, imagining a crowd of adoring people to look down upon.

Bzzt!

Huh?

Sahara noticed that something was wrong immediately.

Her body suddenly felt very stiff.

Or to be more accurate, she couldn’t move a muscle!

!!!

Megan was looking up at her.

But Sahara wasn’t even capable of opening her mouth! Even so, her predicament should have been obvious.

Help me you fool!

“Ok, looks like Pen-guide did another great job today!”

WHAT!

“I’m going now. Have fun with your job!”

EXCUSE ME?

“Bye bye!”

WAIT!

COME BACK HEEEEEERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

…

That slippery little runt.

Liz could do nothing but stare at the rapidly diminishing backside of the nerd.

She had a 60 seconds head start on her. That’s plenty of time to escape.

Under normal circumstances that is.

Liz sniffed the air.

Oh yeah. Very easy to pick up her scent.

The hound grinned.

A sixty second head start may sound like a lot but it really wasn’t. Certainly not when there is such a difference in physical ability.

The twisting, labyrinthine pathways of this place meant nothing to the dog girl as long as she could smell her prey.

Liz caught up to the nerd in what looked like a giant indoor swimming pool/water park. Her prey clearly ran all the way here given how out of breath she was.

“Alright tits”, Liz smiled while baring her fangs. “Reckon you wanna do this the hard yakka way, eh? No worries, can sort that out for ya."

The nerd looked at her.

Then she jumped into the water, clothes and all.

Grrrr.

That’s her plan, eh? Clever girl.

Liz hated water.

But well, she can just wait at the edge until her prey inevitably has to get out.

As such, Liz began pacing the edge.

It didn’t take long however for the dog girl to notice that something wasn’t quite right.

Inside the pool, the nerd was squirming and trashing but her moves were overall very sluggish.

At first, Liz thought she might be drowning.

But that wasn’t quite right either.

Right, Liz got that feeling ever since she entered. She sniffed the air.

This wasn’t water.

…

Carol was gasping but not for air.

When the delinquent caught up to her, her only recourse was jumping into the pool. It was a **** move. All she could do was stall for time and hope that perhaps her teacher would come save her.

She miscalculated drastically.

To begin with, the blue substance here may look like water at a glance but it was actually much thicker, quite similar to slime.

It was buoyant enough that she wouldn’t drown but that was where the positives end.

The slime functioned somewhat similar to quicksand, making any movement quite difficult.

And most vexing of all, the slime appeared to have some aphrodisiac quality to and was very quickly arousing her.

An odd sort of deja vu tore through her lust addled brain. It almost felt as if she went through this ordeal already but that was of course impossible. The closest approximation Carol experienced was when she swallowed one of the doctors pills.

Regardless, the burning between her legs only got worse and worse. Before long her body was screaming to be satisfied.

"Looks like you've gotten yourself into a bit of a blue, mate."

From the edge of the pool, the bully was smirking down at her, clearly very amused by Carol's predicament.

There was no chance for Carol to get out without her pursuer immediately apprehending her. Not that getting out was even an option. The walls of this slime pool were just high enough that she couldn’t pull herself up without assistance.

She was well and truly trapped.

Carol pressed her legs together, trying to get some relief. It wasn’t very effective.

Was she really about to masturbate in front of yet another contestant? This was getting ridiculous.

Meanwhile, her pursuer had sat herself down cross-legged and watched her.

"Reckon I could lend ya a hand, mate?"

“T-that won’t be necessary”, Carol responded through shivers. “Please just leave me alone.”

“Enjoy your soak then”, Liz said while shrugging her shoulders, blatantly ignoring her request.

For a little while longer, the dog girl simply watched the freckled nerd squirm. It was fun for a bit, but eventually she got bored.

"Oi, ya reckon you're ready to have a yarn now?”

Carol of course had not the slightest desire to do this right now.

“W-what is there to talk?”, she still pressed out.

Liz shrugged. "Just wanna be sure where ya reckon you're at, aye? 'Cause if you're hangin' with that bloody cunt teacher, you're on my bad side. Ya don’t want to get on my bad side.”

Carol looked away.

Liz was almost impressed. She was used to people pissing themselves in fear when she merely glanced in their direction. But this wimpy shrimp was surprisingly stubborn.

"Reckon you're a dill wanting to be walloped? Righto, suit yourself, mate. Just sayin', it'll end crook for ya."

“I don’t have a choice.”

“That’s a load of bull. Ya always have a choice.”

A choice.

In response to that Carol started chuckling. Liz raised an eyebrow.

“Oi. The slime fried yer brain or something?”

A choice!

The idea that she had a choice was so absurd that she couldn’t help but laugh.

In a sense the delinquent wasn’t wrong. She had a choice. A choice between the correct answer and the wrong answer. But she couldn’t pick the wrong answer. She knows the right answer. She was taught the right answer. And failure is not an option. Failure means...failure means...

And suddenly Carol found herself heaving. She winced as her chest started to hurt. Breathe! She can’t breathe!

Carol was taking short shallow breaths as her whole body was convulsing.

Then she heard a splash and next thing she knew Liz had lifted her out of the pool.

“Bloody hell.” Liz looked at her own now thoroughly slimed clothes and winced. This may not have been water but the experience wasn’t exactly pleasant either. Luckily she was big enough to pull herself out.

She flicked some of the worst of it off, already feeling how the slime was affecting her body. Yeah, being in there for any period of time would fuck you up.

As for the nerd…

She was moaning and panting like a bitch in heat. No it would probably be more akin to say she had a panic attack with the way her eyes had rolled back and the foam had gathered at her mouth.

“Oi! Calm the fook down!”

Luckily, Liz had her fair share of experience when it comes to **** **** and so she quickly flipped Carol to the side, making sure her airways remained clear so she wouldn’t **** on her own vomit.

Unfortunately that didn’t really accomplish much. The nerd was still panting like crazy. Liz cursed. With Princess it was easy enough but what was she supposed to do here?

Ah wait, that’s a good trick.

Liz sat the nerd up and hugged her back until she had a decent amount of leverage.

Then she pressed her knee straight into the nerd’s crotch.

Normally, the **** would be too much, but the horny nerd was well lubricated and Liz figured she needed a bit of a strong wake up call.

And by the way the nerd screamed her head off she was right on the money. The moment the nerd got her happy ending her breathing stabilized and she slumped straight into Liz, completely exhausted.

Received an Orgasm by another contestant(first time) +1 VP

Brought another contestant to orgasm(first time) +1VP

First time bonus +1VP

Liz massaged the blissed out girl’s back and sighed.

This happened quite a lot recently, the delinquent had to admit. Why is she constantly ending up manhandling girls? Doesn’t help that she’s constantly horny while doing it. She wasn’t even a Dyke.

Well, conditioning aside, the taller girl had finally captured the redhead. Maybe now she can finally have a decent conversation with…

“Stop this right now!”

With a very annoyed groan, Liz looked up.

Sure enough, who would be interrupting her fun time but the Harem Heroine herself?

“Oi, Balloon tits. Here for a dip in the billabong?”,Liz called out towards the intruder. “Hoppa in, mate! The water's bonza!”

“I am not here for a swim”, Dahlia responded, annoyingly straight-laced while her eyes darted between the two. “Release the girl.”

“Already did that”, Liz chuckled. “Reckon I've got things sorted, so why don't ya rack off?”

Instead, Dahlia slowly walked closer. “Not before you let her go.”

"Just wanna have a yarn with her, ya know? She's a bloody teacher's pet, she is. Reckon that's sweet with ya?"

“Her allegiance to de Sade is problematic.“, Dahlia agreed. “But this is wrong.”

“Piss on that. We both know what ya got up to yesterday. Yer fooling no one with that act.”

But the busty brunette shook her head. “Yesterday was a punishment you and your cellmate more than deserved. Carol herself will not escape justice either. This however is nothing but bullying.”

Liz’s eyebrow twitched. She was horny, angry and pissed off. But mostly horny. “Bullying, is it now? Well then.”

Slowly the delinquent removed herself from Carol. Dahlia nodded pleased.

That was until she grabbed Carol by her polka dot panties and yanked her upwards.

wedgied another contestant for the first time +1 VP

First time Bonus +1VP

get wedgied for the first time -1 VP

First time Bonus -1VP

Violation of the masters no **** rule -0.5 VP

Carol groaned as the sudden pain assaulted her, although in her slimed up state it was still more pleasure than pain.

“What are you doing!”, Dahlia cried out in dismay.

“I’m a bully, right?”, Liz responded with a mocking grin on her face. “I bully people.”

“You fiend! It’s me you want! Fight me fairly!”

“Didn’t gave me that courtesy last night”, Liz spat back. “So, I'm gonna bung ya back the dosh for yesterday, or else.”

The dog girl moved a bit and hovered her hostage over the pool. In response Carol actually squirmed a bit. Liz couldn't tell if it was muscle memory or spasm.

But it certainly had the intended effect on Dahlia. The brunette could do nothing but grit her teeth as she glared at her merciless opponent. “F-fine. I do what you want, just don’t hurt her anymore.”

“Such a good hero”, the villainous canine mocked. “Ya can get started by chuckin' off yer duds.”

Dahlia looked confused. “W-what?”

“Ya heard me. Get nude.”

“Why should I have to do that?”, Dahlia complained.

In response, Liz bounced her victim up and down a bit. Carol moaned.(but not with pain)

"Careful, mate. Dunno how much these undies can handle before they ping off!"

Dahlia clenched her fists but ultimately relented. She was still wearing the same short shorts and sports bra from yesterday evening and such it didn’t take long at all to strip herself completely naked.

Showed another contestant her naked body +0.5VP

Ogled another contestants naked body +0.5 VP

Liz whistled. “Oi, nice set of knockers ya got there.”

The doggie delinquent had to admit for all her failings, balloon tits had a nice body. No wonder Shortstuff is all over her.

Dahlia attempted to cover herself up but of course the bully wasn’t having that.

“Don’t remember yer allowing us any modesty yesterday. Hands to yer side.”

The brunette blushed and obeyed. They were all girls here but that didn’t make this exposure any more pleasant.

“Are you done yet?”, she asked.

Not even close.

“Now chuck your duds in the pool.”

Dahlia wanted to protest, but one look into the bullies eyes made it clear she was deadly serious. She slowly tossed her clothes in. They didn’t sink at least, but getting them out again would be difficult without going into the pool.

Her bully meanwhile appeared pleased and nodded. “Aye, ya can apologize to me now.”

“Apologize!”

The aghast look in Dahlia’s eyes, caught even Liz off guard. Looks like stripping is one thing but she REALLY hated that one.

Of course that only meant that Liz would zone in on that even more.

“Well?”, the bully demanded. “Better get to it.”

Dahlia was trembling so hard, Liz thought she would be the next getting a mental breakdown. She almost felt sorry for her. But you don’t become the Leader of the Skullfuckers by having a lot of empathy.

After a few more seconds, the brunette finally managed to squeeze a small sorry out.

Liz scoffed. “Ya call that an apology? Get down on your knees and try again!”

It looks like at this point Dahlia had resigned herself, because this degradation came without any more whining. Before long, she was on all fours in front of Liz’s feet.

“More. Squish yer face against the floor and raise yer arse up.”

She did, pressing her face and breasts against the cold marble floor.

"Bit of a roleo reverso, eh?"”, Liz quipped. “How’s the floor taste?”

“I’m sorry”, Dahlia repeated robotically

Liz wasn’t having it. “Ya can do better than that. Say it like ya mean it and call yerself a balloon titted cunt while yer at it.”

“I’m sorry for being a balloon titted cunt and I’m sorry for what I did to you yesterday. Please forgive me.”

genuflect! +2VP (Liz)

First time Bonus! +1 VP

genuflect! -2VP (Dahlia)

First time Bonus! -1 VP

Fook.

That was hot. Liz felt her own body heating up as she stared down at her disgraced opponent. The doggy delinquent tried to keep her composure even as her tail was wildly wagging from side to side.

The moaning nerd she still had in a wedgie didn’t help. It felt good putting these bitches in their place. Perhaps a bit too good. She had to contain herself to not start humping one of them.

Both as a final indignity and to control her own urges, Liz put a foot on Dahlia’s head. “Looks, like ya finally learned yer place.”

There came no response.

“Alright, now go apologize to Sahara and we call it even.”

“Sahara?”, beneath her Dahlia grunted in surprise. “I don’t even know where she is!”

"Not my dramas, mate."

“Let her go first.”, Dahlia demanded.

“No worries.”

Liz yanked the panties up higher in one fell swoop. That was finally too much for both fabric and wearer. The underwear tore as the pressure triggered yet another orgasm in Carol.

Of course the nerd then proceeded to fall directly on Dahlia's back.

The two girls yelped and a bit of a tangle followed before a very angry brunette jumped up and confronted her.

“What?”, Liz asked casually. “Got somethin' to say, balloon tits?”

“You are coming with me”, the nude girl demanded, her fists still clenched.

The dog girl chuckled. "Yeah, right? And who's gonna try and make me, mate?"

“If I am **** to...”

Then Dahlia adopted something resembling a fighting stance.

Liz was more amused than anything by the nudist fighter. “Yer gonna go a round with me like that? What's the go? Gonna flog me with yer knockers?”

Dahlia blushed but nodded. “This is more than enough for the likes of you. Justice always prevails against evil.”

Ok, this was starting to get good again.

"Ya know if ya just slinked back I wouldn't have to kick yer bloody arse." Liz said while cracking her knuckles. “But if you're that keen, I'm wrapt to give ya a spanking.”

“The one doing the spanking…will be me!”

With a roar Dahlia rushed at her opponent. She pulled her fist back to throw a punch.

Liz could have just tanked it, get the prissy brunette to lose some points and maybe get a punishment tf for her trouble.

But fook that.

She avoided the attack almost contemptuously

“Ya need to do better than that, tits.”

Dahlia gritted her teeth but kept up the pressure. The girl had spunk and was in decent enough shape but she clearly wasn’t a brawler. Yesterday, the brunette managed to get her tail and actually do some damage. But that was when Liz fooled around. She won’t make the same mistake again.

She was zoned in now and had absolutely zero trouble avoiding the girls clumsy punches.

While that was going on Liz also kept an eye on the nerd in her peripheral vision. She doubted the coward would find the courage to join the fray but you never know.

Whoops. Looks like Balloon tits had switched strategy and tried to grab her tail now.

In doing so she left herself almost comically open. Still Liz decided to not take advantage of it.

But that was only because she had something else planned. Liz had lured her opponent precariously close to the pool and finally one failed grab brought Dahlia too close.

All it took was one kick against her butt and Dahlia joined her clothes in the pool.

Liz guffawed at the trashing brunette. “How’s the blue? Oi, at least ya got ya duds back, mate!"

But her laughter changed when Dahlia didn’t stop trashing.

“Help! Help! I can’t swim!”

Oh, you gotta be kidding me!

“Just keep still ya dumb cunt! Ya can’t drown in there!”

But Dahlia was panicking. Clearly in no state of mind to follow simple directions.

Liz groaned. Not again. Luckily, Balloon Tits was close enough to the edge that she won’t have to jump to save her sorry ass.

Instead, she went prone in front of the pool and stretched her arm out.

“Hold on!”

Liz noticed the silver glint too late and the sudden unexpected sharp pain in her palm caused the delinquent to wince.

Then her world turned black.

………………………………………………..

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