Technically Still Christmas

Boudica supposed she was just supposed to move on with her life at that point. She would have too, had her phone not buzzed with a message.

“Coupon! Free pampering at the Dainty Deer Salon and Spa.”

Boudica scoffed at the message. “Do they really think that a massage is going to make up for all she did to us?”

—--

“Oooooh! Yes! Yes daddy, ooooh baby, that’s good, that’s good, that’s sooooo good!”

“I’ve never had someone so vocal on my table before.” Wayne the massage man said as he ran his thumbs along Boudica’s back.

“I hear that a lot” Boudica sighed, she’d never felt like this before. This must be what butter feels like.

“I bet.” He clapped his hands together. “Okay, now I’m just going to give your feet a little rub, and then we’ll send you off for your wrap.”

“My feet? Ain’t that a little gross? I mean…” Wayne took hold of her foot and squeezed.

“Aaaaaaaaah! I’m cumming!”

—--

Wrapped in seaweed, scrubbed with avocado, and three NPCs maimed in the attempt to bikini wax Boudica, she and five other contestants were laid out to relax, as the soothing sounds of Colorado wild life trickled in through the speakers. Which sucked because there were a lot of elk, and their **** screeches. “MBEEEEEEEEH!”

They sat there in silence, as the built in river trickled away over smooth rocks.

Of course Boudica was skilled in breaking all things, even silence. “Okay is it just me, or WHAT THE SNUGGLE?”

“Yeah what the hell was that?!?” Cleo wiggled her legs in anger, her toes delicately painted gold, and separated with foam.

“Meow, meow, mmmmrow!” Christmas was over, and Helen was back to being a pet. Only the perfumes, and lotions filling the room were stopping her cunt stink from turning the entire room into yet another orgy. They were kind of ‘fuckfest-out’ today.

“I’m sure that was very insightful.” Olympias said to her pet. “It’s not like they’ve just started torturing us.” She snuggled in her wrap. “I’m sorry to say, but I actually found that full harem **** last night quite exciting.”

“I hate to agree with her.” Elizabeth sighed, “But what are we supposed to do? We just have a few more weeks, to endure. It’s not like we can get **** on her.”

Mary chuckled, and so did Boudica. **** sounded nice. Mary spoke. “If we could though. Skylar seems like the type to hold slumber parties, how I’d love to cut those eyes out.”

“Mary.” Olympias snapped. “That’s not how a maid should speak.”

The red maid paused, this was it. Right in front of the whole fucking harem. Best not to rock the boat… “Sorry Mistress.”

As expected there was giggling among everyone. “Sorry Mistress.” Cleo chuckled.

Olympias made a sound, neither annoyed nor pleased. “I was wondering which of you I would work on next, thank you for volunteering Cleopatra.”

The noise that cleopatra made had nothing of annoyance in it. “And here I thought we’d called a truce. Very well. I look forward to doing battle with you.”

Everyone kept quiet as these two spoke. They knew that standing between them meant either getting physically tortured by Olympias, or Spiritually tortured by Cleopatra. Better to just be a seaweed wrap, and let it blow over.

All except Boudica, who was silent for a reason all her own.

Why couldn’t they get **** on Skylar?

"Molly stop running!" Her giant ass and little legs running down the hall was at once hilarious and sad. It was only the solemnity of the moment that kept Erica from giggling.

"I don't want you to see me like this!" Molly cried, taking a corner.

Erica sighed, jolted around the corner, and channeling her male cousins whenever she'd ask to play foot ball tackled the little lady to the ground. Erica decided to play nice and not dangle a loogie over her face while she was there. Though her training did demand it.

"That is so not fair!" Molly said trying to push Erica off of her.

"Yeah, I'd always assumed you were the athletic one!" Erica smiled down, but it was kind of ****. She wanted to ease Molly's pain but she knew first hand, that the only thing that could make these changes bearable was to get rip-roaring horny over them.

"You are so not funny." Molly looked away, tears still streaming down the side of her eyes, but not quite crying.

So Erica decided to stop pretending that any of this could be normal, and just nodded. She got off the short stack, and let the little thing maneuver to a standing position. Hard to do with two massive orbs pulling her forward and backwards at the same time. "I'm sorry this happened to you Molly, this show just ruins anything it touches."

Molly sniffled. "I know... and I know this is what you've gone through all winter, but look at me."

Yeah, three feet tall and completely stacked... was a look. "Marie's not freaking out." She could at least avoid giving a direct answer.

"She will once she comes down from her high!"

"Okay good, then we're in no danger there."

That actually got a laugh out of Molly. "I hate this."

"I know." Erica nodded... and swallowed kind of hard. "You know I'm actually older than I look?"

Molly swallowed hard too. Just how old was the girl she'd been flirting with all this time? "How much older?"

"Heh, I'm a college student, 21."

Molly sighed with relief. "Oh, I thought you were going to say forty!"

"Not quite that bad!" Erica punched her playfully. "What, you think I act that old?" Molly zipped her lips, she'd never tell. "So I'm just saying I know what it's like to have your body thrown around on you, I knows yours is worse, but just know I understand."

"Thanks."

"And we'll ask Skylar to turn you back. You're not a contestant, so it's not like she's bound to keep you like this."

That got a glimmer in Molly's eyes. "You really think she'll turn us back?"

Erica thought about it, there had been a few times she'd changed a person outside of the voting, that she'd reversed. Heck, her boobs were real knockers last night, and she was already back to being flat as a board. "I do, but I don't want to touch her today."

"Yeah, radioactive." Molly agreed. "And the fact that we aren't even phased that we're both naked...?"

Erica looked down at herself and shrugged. "I've got a santa hat on, and I've imagined you naked enough."

Molly rolled her eyes, and juggled her massive breast. "This is what you imagined?"

"Well you had fox ears, if I'm being honest. Other than that, this is exactly what I had in mind."

Welp she did it, somehow Molly felt better, though this body was obscene, and she couldn't imagine it running up and down a soccer field anymore. At least Erica wasn't completely disgusted with her. "I'm sorry about the club." Might as well, just get it all out.

"I'm sorry I took you there." Molly snuck in, but still.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry I put that pacifier in your mouth while he was..."

"Yeah..." Erica laughed nervously. "What was that about?"

Molly blushed, bandaid ripped off. "A few weeks ago, your guy came up to me. The white one, it's hard to keep track. But he talked to me about... oh man."

"Just say it, guarantee there's five things I've heard today that are worse than it."

"He told me that I wanted to see you became his little girl, you know with like pigtails." She looked at Erica's pig tails. "And a pacifier..."

"Of course he did." Erica shook her head. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. I've been putting you in danger just by being my friend..."

"Don't!" Molly stomped her tiny foot, and pointed a finger at Erica. "Don't you dare."

"What?" Erica looked shocked, and backed away from the little thing.

"You're about to do that hero thing, where you push me away so I don't get hurt."

Was she that predictable? A bolt of anger ran through Erica. "I don't even know what you're talking about."

"I saw you do it with Joan, and you're going to do the same thing to me."

"Look at you!" Erica yelled. "You've known me for a month, and now you've got a new fetish, and and are shorter than a party sub!"

"Then I've paid my dues! I'm with you to the end on this Erica, I'm not letting you get rid of me now."

Stupid! Stubborn to, why did Erica have a type. She could tell by the look in Molly's eye she meant it. She'd been running from Erica a minute ago, and now she couldn't get rid of her. Typical. "When I got into all of this, I thought it would be easy. I thought I'd be fighting evil, and it would be so straight forward, but now I'm all twisted around, and I feel really alone without Joan."

"You're not alone." Molly reached out with her tiny hand to hold Erica's.

She smiled, and squeezed the hand. "Thanks, it's just hard seeing people I..."

She paused, Molly, paused, the whole world paused. Erica wanted to just skip over the blunder, and move on, but it was too late. Molly was looking into her eyes, a smile on her face. "I'm begging you." she grinned. "Say what you were about to say."

"People I love..."

Molly held out her hand, to silence the woman. "That's all I needed." She blushed, and crossed her arms. "This is the point where we kiss... so you need to decide if you're going to come down here, or if you're going to bring me up there where the clouds are."

Erica blushed, and looked away, and squirmed, and smiled. "Watching the clouds with you sounds nice." She grabbed Molly by her armpits, and hefted! "Eeeergh," She got the girl about a foot of the ground before she went right back to the floor. "Nope nope, those boobs are heavier than they look."

"I knew I was the athletic one!" Molly laughed. "Yeah, I think I weight as much as I used to."

Erica got on her knees. "Down here it is. So do you just want me to..."

Molly leaned forward,

and there was really no need for words after that.

"Mirror mirror, reflect my face, how do I put that giant cow in her place?" This had been the question posed to the magical mirror in Mary's room.

The Answer: "It should be clear where you should start, simply attack the giant's heart."

An image of Helen appeared within the mirror.

"Sounds good to me."

Cleopatra

Queen of The Nile

"Olympias only thinks our war has just stared, but I've been prepping for this. People may not like me... yet. But they hate Olympias. She's got a list of enemies five miles wide, and I think we've let her have her way long enough."

"So what do you propose?" Mary was hot and bothered. Skylar hadn't bothered snapping way the mess she'd left in the lobby, so she'd spent a good part of the afternoon cleaning it up. After the massage of course. Now she was relax, and ready to get railed by the next thing with a pulse, or maybe just five inches of something hard and smooth.

Cleopatra helpfully tossed an candy wrapper on the floor, and popped a truffle into her mouth. She switched which leg she had crossed, and chewed, and chewed, and chewed, as Mary bent down, picked the wrapper up, and shuddered. "We both hate Olympias, and you have points."

"I spent my points." Mary said, thanks to Erica, the great heretic bitch.

"You still have five, which is enough for what I need. As you may know I have the ability to buy traits for other contestants. I can upgrade them too."

"What do you have in mind?"

She was interested, good. Though Cleopatra could sense more. What mother didn't recognize her own child? She was getting excited just talking about changing Olympias. Surely Mary felt it. A heat, an excitement. If the demon had any morals at all maybe she'd even feel that delightful pain of wrongness to the whole plan. Cleo hoped she did, that was her favorite part. "I have a few options in mind." She took a moment to unwrap another truffle, and toss the wrapper on the ground for Mary. "Sorry I just keep doing that."

"It's not your fault." Mary mumbled, getting on her knees to pick the wrapper up. She must have been expecting more, because she didn't stand back up after that. Maybe she really was born to serve, kneeling looked so natural.

"You weren't here for the first week, but she was given this crazy option to split herself into two parts, twins I guess, each half her original heights, like those elf things Skylar came up with yesterday. The audience swerved away from it, I guess it's a little to weird for them, though I like it... now I like it." What had she thought about it back then? Probably nothing, probably too scared of which trait she'd receive. Poor sweet innocent Cleopatra, she didn't know what joys this show had in store for her. Ohhh if she could meet her now, hmm she could corrupt her herself, with this new trait. Wasn't that a Vile thought? To ruin her own innocence. Oooh but how would she do it? Gently? Like an older sister teacher her sibling to ride a bike. Or would she be cruel about it? Would she attack herself? **** this filth on her, knowing that it would lead to the same broken mind, and sickness that plagued her now... know that in time she'd do the same thing to others. Oooooooh, why was Mark Anthony cursed? She needed his cock, here and now!

"So you want to make her completely unappealing to the audience." Mary said, snapping her out of her fantasies... or were they nightmares.

"That's one option, yes."

"No good." Mary shook her head. "She's pretty unpopular as is, wouldn't fly."

"Well, there's The Mistress Mandate, she's given a list of tasks and if she doesn't fulfill them she'll lose VP. Though We should be wary, if she were to upgrade it, it would actually earn her VP. But the oaf hasn't upgraded any of her traits, except for the one that makes her care for Helen."

"I don't know." Mary crossed her arms. "That kind of fits her play style already, it might not be that big of a setback."

Cleo agreed. "We could do that sock one."

"No no." Mary shook her head. "That's the author's personal sickness poking it's head in, avoid that."

"We could also upgrade a trait. Her Polyamorous trait would increase the number of lovers she needs to get points. She's at two, and upgrade would put her at three. Even with Helen she'd need another. And of course there's the easy option. Upgrade her humiliation kink. I'm sure you've noticed that at rank two, it gets difficult to have dignity when it comes to your lusts."

"Gee thanks."

"Just speaking frankly. Personally I think we split her up on this. Two Olympias will be bad, but she'll loose her build, she won't be able to smack us around if she's two feet shorter than us."

Fair point there. "We could always pool our points next week, and upgrade her humiliation trait then." Mary chuckled. The thought of not one but two Olympias to **** and crush was so appealing. But that's not what her mirror said, and she understood why. Could she really imagine Olympias breaking like that? Let alone, two who could lean on each other for strength and support? No. Olympias could be one inch tall, and Mary doubted she could crush her even then. Did she make an entire army flee with her words alone in life? Somehow Mary knew all of this, and she knew that her mirror was right. "But maybe, we should considered focusing on someone else instead." She looked up at Cleopatra and took a truffle out from her hand. "What do you have on Helen?"

"Wow, you look gorgeous!" Erica chirped as she came into her room. Boudica had agreed to meet up there in preparation for their date. Eve was still a no show, even though she was supposed to belong to Erica today. Not that she needed or wanted that.

"And you look... happy!" Boudica said, kindly.

"I am!" She'd kissed Molly, what was there to be sad about? A day of **** and mind control? Pssssh! "Wait, I'm around college girls enough to know what that really meant. You don't think I look good?"

Boudica smiled and shrugged. "Ya look rough, and I'm brainwashed to find you attractive!"

"Ha ha, I missed the spa treatment, I get it." She pouted, and turned around to show Boudica her welt covered behind. "You don't think daddy will find my abused butt sexy?"

"Oh he will." Boudica reached out to feel the raised texture of the bruises. "I do... I'd like to give Skylar the same treatment for doing this to you."

"Mmmm!" Erica giggled, and hugged Boudica. "I've got a protective lover!"

"You know it." Boudica pet, Erica's hair, and smelled her sweat. "We at least got to get you in the shower."

"Since when did you care?" Erica got loose, and looked around the room. "Were you watching, the show?" She could spot some girl or another looking like her brain was about to break from sadness. Classic HH.

"Just don' a bit of research. We're going to win this thing Erica, I can feel it!" She headed to the bathroom so Erica would take the hint. "You me and Eve."

"Where is Eve? Haven't seen her since this morning?"

"Probably off feeding the deer, or whatever she does." Boudica turned on the shower. Erica stepped inside, the water was steaming from the started.

"Mmm I needed this."

Boudica admired the Hispanic girl, the lines of water racing down her skin. So gorgeous. Boudica's bimbo pussy was ready just as fast as the hot water. 'I gotta start wearing diapers, if I'm gonna be this wet all the time' she thought to herself. Walking around with permanently wet panties was starting to get annoying, thought being permanently wet wasn't much better.

"What's got you feeling so confident?"

"Why not? You're already at 100, Eve's a step behind, and this round, if it is a snowball fight. We're going to crush. and I was thinking about it. You guys just have to make Cleo and Helen, or Helen and Olympias lazy for this round, and they'll be so far behind, bam!"

"I feel bad for constantly going after Helen."

"Yeah." Boudica felt she'd given the gall enough orgasms this week to make up for it. "She's a sweet gal, but she's in our way."

"for sure."

Erica got a quick shampoo in, and after a few minutes was out, with Boudica to dry her off with a big fuzzy towel. From there Boudica tried to mother hen Erica into a cute outfit, but she was out of her depth there. Plus it was pretty much just punky school uniform, but Erica kept trying them on until one of them made Boudica blush.

“It’s funny, I never really considered myself sexy.”

“Heh.” Boudica blushed and looked away. “Funny you should say that. I’m about the same way, me being the one pegged for this.” She gestured to her body,” is just hilarious.”

“You are glowing by the way.”

“Thank you.” Bludica patted her baby smooth cheeks. “They pulled enough dirt out of my pours to bury a man with."

"I think that's all a part of the fantasy though. They want to see someone strong and willfuly like you become weak and submissive."

"Pfft." Boudica rolled her eyes. "There's a legion of widows back in rome, that'll tell you that ain't the way with me?"

Erica smiled. "Hey, it's not me, it's them. I like you just the way you are."

"Ooooh see." Boudica put her hand on her hip. "That's where you ruined our friendship, because you say something like that, and I'm instantly thinking you're coming on to me."

"Maybe I was." Erica slinked forward and put her hand on Boudica's shoulder. "We're going to be entwined in just an hour anyway, nothing wrong with getting in the mood before hand."

"See, that sounded like you were coming on to me too." Boudica gave her a wry smile.

Erica returned it. "You really aren't cut out to be lust are you?" She trailed her hand up to Boudica's head, and let her fingers get lost in that red forest. "That's okay. I'm going to make you pay for the way you treated me on my night."

"That's if we can get through it without that big meanie tagging along."

"Speaking of which." Erica ran over to her night stand, and came back with two candies, one green one pink. "Eve got us these, with that shopping trait.

"What are they?" Boudica eyed the gumball suspiciously.

"They're supposed to make your... um, down there taste like their flavor. Strawberry, and watermelon. We'll be a sweet treat for daddy."

"Greeeat." Boudica said, lacking enthusiasm, but taking the pink ball in had. "Pink must mean it's for the bimbo." Ericka clanked her green candy against Boudica's and as she did, Boudica threw her hands in the air. "Wooohooo! Don't like foofie, kiss my bum, Boudica tastes like candy, yum!"

“And does mistress plan on joining us tonight?” Boudica asked, her voice heavy with sarcasm.

It buffeted off Olympias, like went against stone. “Of course, I have to thank him for saving us today.”

“Of course.” Boudica rolled her eyes, and did a jerk off motion for Erica to giggle to. “You know, you’ve got it made Olympias. You get to be humiliated by being his plaything, and take out all your anger on us. You’re in a real sweetspot.”

Olympias kept silent.

“All the girls are really happy for you.” Erica joined in. “We felt so sorry for you, being all fridgid and stuff. I mean I’m a highschooler, and I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten more than you.” As a highschooler Erica was as virgin as they came, but she’d racked up a big gross bodycount as a college girl.

Olympias was growing red. It was probably too much to hope she, was getting horny from all this talk. Probably just really angry. “My whole religion is based around orgies, and parties!” She shouted.

“Oh, and I’m sure your religion did to orgies what my religion did to rock and roll.” Olympias swong as Erica, aiming ot give her a twhip on the, head but she rolled out of the way, and stuck her tongue out at the giant. “Owwww! Daddy Olympias is hurting me!” She yelled, loud enough to be heard through the doors.

“I’ll give you something to squeal about!” He lunged forward towards Erica, but found her legs, snagged on something. Before she could catch herself she ended up falling towards the ground like a redwood. The hotel shook.

Boudica had ripped her pants down her her ankle, just as she went for Erica.

“The Handcuffs were five points weren’t they?” Erica asked, scrolling through her phone. “Oooh, lucky you Olympias they come in fuzzy!”

Olympias had been pulling herself up to a standing position, but her arms were suddenly wrenched behind her. A pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs appeared behind her back. Without the support she hit the ground once more. She tried to break the metal, around her wrists, and would have on an ordinary day, but these were Harem Hotel cuffs garunteed to keep your amazons docile all night long.

But even that wasn’t enough to keep her down, she propped herself up on a shoulde,r and started to stand again, and was once again stopped by Boudica belly flopping on the woman. “Stay down olympias, my pillows alone could keep a grown man pinned to the ground!

There was a long sigh, and then very clamly. “What do you two think you’re doing?”

“You’re not invited to our slumber party!” Erica taunted, adding her own weight to the pile.

The door to the master suite opened up, and Lucifer poked his head out. He was disheveled, but smiled when he saw the dog pile in front of him. “Having trouble Olympias?”

“Nothing I won’t punish them for later.” She said coolly.

“Till then.” Erica stepped off the Amazon and made her way to Lucifer. “What do you want to do to us tonight, Daddy?” Just directing that name at him gave her a pleasant buzz.

“Whatever it is, it’ll have to be without Olympias it seems.” Lucifer respect no hierarchy only strength, and if Olympias was out played, so be it. She was out with the trash. “So are you two a team now?”

“You bet.” Erica chirped. “We’re your good girls.”

“The two that want to kill me?” He was amused if nothing else. “I suppose you did turn over a new leaf, hail Satan and all of that.” He gently tugged on a pigtail.

“I only have eyes for you now Daddy.” She persed her lips to keep the torrent of vomit from ruining the moment.

He smirked. “I’ve turned over a new leaf as well, so I’m going to pretend I believe that.”

“What’s on the other side of this leaf?” Asked Boudica.

“Charm.”

“Ah, that’s been noticeably lackin’ thus far. Can’t wait to see how it looks on you.”

“Ouch!” He held his hand to his heart. “My hood girl, would she turn me so?”

Boudica rolled her eyes. “Yer right. I mean tehehehe sex.”

——-

Erica supposed there was something charming about the utterly mundane movie night the three of them enjoyed together. Of course the movie had ended, the crowd was gone, and now it was them, and a theater employee waiting patiently with a broom.

Erica was on her knees, Boudica’s legs were spread, and as promised, the young woman was getting a good look at the bimbofied honey pot. Her lips were wrapped atone that gumball of a clit, and she was sucking on it gently. The smell of strawberries was intoxicating, her sweet sugary syrup was spread across the goth’s black lips. And best of all Boudica was loving it, she was whimpering and moaning, and would occasionally press her hand into Erica’s head and push her deeper.

It was an all together enjoyable encounter, very hot. If Erica ever returned to College, this moment would fill many a masturbatory evenings. This pussy was perfect. The platonic ideal for poontang. Thick, wet, pouty and perfect. This pussy made you believe that it wanted you. This is why she joined the ****.

She wished it was that delicious pussy, and that beautiful woman driving her to such a good mind space. But that would be a lie, worse it would be denial. Because right next to them.... Erica was at his feet really, was Daddy. That fulcrum of desire and disgust, who could mesmerize her with two simple words.

"Good Girl."

There it was.

It started behind her ears as a slight tingle, like she was being warned of rain. Then it sent up her skulls, around her face and it always always escaped out her mouth, as a moan or a whimper. "Oooooh." She was deep enough today that it was a moan, delighted, and overwhelmed with pleasure.

Good girl. His good girl. Daddy's good girl. It was was life half of an orgasm, and a thousand likes on twitter. Affirmation, pleasure, pride all in one.

'At least if I lose, I'd get to do this every day' her little girl brain told her, high off of pleasure and strawberry cunt. The day to day would be disgusting and horrible, but the sex would almost be worth it.

Boudica was in a similar state of pleasure. She was holding her legs, letting Erica suck on her clit. Lucifer's hand was laced through her hair. She felt like he had a grip on her soul. She was euphoric, and her body burned bright with pleasure and embarrassment.

"Say, cunt." Lucifer said sweetly.

"Mmm, foofie." Boudica groaned, her head tilted to the side at Lucifer's puppetering. Her hand was working his dick, up and down, up and down.

"Tits, what is it you call these ridiclious fuck melons?" His free hand batted them around.

"Pillows..." She whimpered.

"Erica more spit." Lucifer commanded.

Like a dog Erica nodded and pulled herself away from Boudica's clit. The redhead whined, but Erica ignored her for the moment. Instead she leaned over Satan's already slobbering dick and let a cascade of strawberry flavored drool she'd been collecting drip from her mouth onto his cockhead. It drizzled over his member like a glaze. It seeped between Boudica's racing fingers, giving her handjob fresh lube, and new life.

"Now give it a kiss."

She gulped and stared at the ugly little thing. Boudica's vagina was steak, and this was the broccoli. But she could only get dessert if she finished her plate. Ugh, why such a childish metaphor? If she wanted the cunt ripping pleasure of his 'good girl' again she had to kiss his ugly white dick! There how about that. She leaned forward to give it a smooch, she tried to make it sweet, like she was kissing a teddy bear. She looked up at him while she did that, men liked that, women liked that. Demons must like that.

"Good girl."

"Oooooooooh." She could help but breath on the thing, she must have looked betrayed by him. That just felt so good. So good to be a good girl? Why not follow his every vile command if that was the reward.

She knew he was done with her, so she went back to sucking on Boudica's clit. All week she didn't get fucked one. She was just a toy for the other contestants. They were real women, she was just a little girl.

"Now say slut." He turned his attention back to the redhead.

"Boudica."

"That's my favorite. Say it again."

"Boudica." She said again, groaning her way through it.

"What are you?"

With his hand wrapped around her hair, Boudica couldn't find deny him what he wanted. Even in the throes of an orgasm she might have made him pay for teasing her like this, damn that Cleopatra. "I'm a Boudica."

"You're my slut." He correct. "Say it."

"I'm your Boudica."

"Again."

"I'm your Boudica."

"Again."

"I'm your Boudica!" She arched her back.

"Erica stop sucking." He commanded.

Erica froze. Clit still in her mouth, she didn't stop completly, but now she was just prodding the meaty clit with a curious tongue.

"Come on." Boudica growled. "I haven't gotten cummies at all today, I only have a few hours to catch up with yesterday."

The smiled at her, then put her hand on her chin. Her hand was still working on him. "Then you ask me to fuck your bimbo pussy, and give you what you need."

Boudica whimpered. She couldn't stand another full barrage of orgasms. The last one had knocked her out. "Please, snuggle my bimbo foofie. I need your... your...oh... oh god. I need your Joy, ah... ah! I need your joy toyyyyyy!" She arched her back again, this time letting out a deep guttural roar, as her body gave into pleasure and came.

Lucifer gave an annoyed look to Erica, who was drowning in strawberry soda down there. "Bad girl."

"Aaah." Erica winced, suddenly feeling... not ill... like an exciting kind of anxiety. Manic, maybe. "I didn't mean too, her clits just so sensitive."

"Well we can't expect the bimbo to control herself, but I expect better of you young lady."

More of that same feeling, pleasure and sickness. "I'm... I'm sorry?"

"When I tell you to stop, you stop." He said firmly.

"Okay, okay. You can give her another orgasm, it's not like it's gone for the night." She slipped her fingers into Boudica's cunt and fingered her for a moment.

"OoohOoooh!" Boudica reacted very favorably towards the treatment and was clearly already on her way to another loud cum. "Snuggle, I'm not a toy!" She huffed. "Even thought I bloody sound like one. Snuggle, foofie, fudge, dang doodle."

Lucifer smirked. "What makes you think you can talk to me like that, Brat?"

"Umm, because you get limp dick jealous that I know how to please your girls better than you?"

"That's it." He snapped his fingers, and pointed towards his lap. "Spanking time,"

"Gross, your dick is out dude." Erica balked.

"I'm not going to say it again." He stared her down. Thank goodness Olympias wasn't there, or she'd already be pulled down by the hair onto his lap. He wouldn't **** her. Erica had observed that in her time with him. He was a cerebral guy. He liked to **** their minds. He wasn't going to drag her to him. He was just going to rely on his authority to make her do it.

His... overwhelming adult energy.

He was so experienced, and wise. He'd been so nice, only making her kiss his cock, but letting her lick Boudica's tasty cunt. like he was being considerate of her preferences. Then he'd called her good girl all night, and she just went and made Boudica cum. Even when he told her not to. like a brat. He was right, she was a brat. To talk to him like that, when he'd been so good to her.

Erica felt herself climbing onto his lap, is cock pressed against her stomach. She rested her legs on Boudica's lap. She wouldn't mind. She'd understand, she had to be punished.

"Say, you're sorry."

"I'm sorry!" Erica chirped, actually meaning it.

"Boudica lift up her skirt... now take down her panties... now kiss that cute brown behind." Boudica obeyed, placing a gentle kiss on Erica's backside. Her lips grazed a raised welt. "Since you got so beaten yesterday, I'll go easy on you. Boudica how many spankings does she deserve for making you cum without my permission?"

"Um... one?"

"Boudica." Lucifer said firmly. "Fudge, I dunno, three?"

"Fine, three then." He stroked Erica's hair. "I'll even let her do it."

"I'm sorry Daddy." Erica pouted pathetically. The scent of watermelon was in the air. This whole punishment was not an unwelcome turn of events.

"Do it Boudica."

"Wap!" Not too hard, but firm enough she wouldn't get any one in trouble.

"Ayepe!" Erica chirped, before bursting into giggles. That felt gooooood. It was like a 'good girl' but it scratched a different part of her brain.

Wap!

"Wooo." Erica curled her toes and smiled. "I'm baaaaad." She sighed and shook her ass.

Wap!

"Ooooooh yes!" She quivered, and bit her lip.

Eternity just got a whole lot better. If she could spend eternity roasting Satan, and getting this as her punishment... that wouldn't be so bad.

Not bad at all.