The Final Round Begins

Erica the demon princess of Hell fluttered through the ash strewn skies of damnation. She was coming from the libido springs of Lust. When she arrived it had been a proud City State of Succubi. When she left it was a nation of exhausted whimpering maidens swollen like mosquitoes on her sexual energy.

She descended the circles into Diz, her home town. The monolithic city encompassed thee rings of hell and played host to some of creations most bizarre architecture.

For her part Erica lived in a modest citadel. Her black wings carried her to the front door where her servants let her in.

She slid into her home and shed her clothing. Imps descended on her with a fresh kimono. She slid her feet into heels the way we would slippers and walked to the foyer where a guest was waiting.

The floor squeaked and winced, but nevertheless yelled out “Thank you mistress!” Erica’s floor was patched with the most beautiful partitioners in hell. Their naked and tortured forms laid head to toes all across her palace. Despite the occasional heel in their ribs or tits the women were most thankful for their lot. It beat the fires.

Erica stomped her way in this fashion all the way to the foyer where a tea table was set up, and a blonde cunt was waiting for her attention. All the women in hell were waiting for her attention. It was just a matter of whether they knew it or not.

“The producers sent you?” Erica had a seat. Her kimono fell open revealing whatever a viewer would hope to be revealed. She had no hint of shame, and instead began to tweak a nipple.

“Sure did.” The blonde cunts eyes drifted down to Erica’s small breasts. “I’m the host for a new season.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen you. You’re a little too love conquers all for me. What do you want? Need help rounding some girls up?”

The blonde smiled warmly. “I was actually looking to recruit you as a contestant.”

“Pass. Like I said you’re not my favorite host. Now if you were Eris I might think about it.”

“You don’t even know who the master is.”

“Bleh, master? Pass.”

“It’s your dad.”

Eric stiffened. “Daddy? You got Daddy to play?”

“His four billionth birthday is coming up. The producers thought it would be a treat.”

Erica was gripping the edge of the table. “Say more.”

“You’ll be competing for a spot as one of the new seven sins.”

“They are getting kind of fat. Except for gluttony who started CrossFit and has really slimmed down.”

“The winner marries your dad and becomes queen of hell.”

The table split in half. Erica was holding either side. “You mean if I win, I get to marry Daddy?”

“That’s right.”

“I’m in.”

“You’ll be stuck in a human body.”

“I’m in.”

“Your mental and physical state at the end of the game will be completely at the mercy of the audience.”

“I said I’m in.”

The cunt laid out a piece of paper. She was all smiles. “Just sign here. I’m Skylar by the way!”

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“How’s your head feel?” Skylar was eagerly waiting for Erica to reboot.

“Quiet.” She announced, the white of her eyes filling in with darkness. She had a wide grin like she’d just been freed of a million. Shackles and weights. “Fuck I feel good!”

Satan looked to Skylar. “So how does this work? She has memories of us being a family? Who’s her mother?”

Skylar winked at him. “We made you an absentee father. She was raised by a maid.”

“Can’t wait to see what I taught her!” Mary cackled.

Eve was in the snow weeping. First Boudica… now Erica. Their team was broken, and she had a hundred points to go before she could even be competitive. She’d failed! Again! Forget protecting her children she couldn’t even save one!

“She never cries.” Satan shoved Marie out of his ass, and zipped himself up. He drew closer to Eve far more interested in her destruction than Erica’s. “Do you finally see. You are no god, you’re not even the producers Eve. You and your children are nothing but animals. Animals that I awoke just to make you suffer. Your whole race is a joke played by me! Yet you stand above them all, forsake your children, and I’ll make you the winner. You’ll sit with me as my bride and together we will **** your degenerate brood who Shame your name.”

Eve was not crying anymore. “You should have just let me despair.” She got to her feet, and with a shove rocketed him into his chair. “Mankind may be evil, but it’s because we’re stuck between god and animal, a state you trapped us in. It’s a mistake I intend to rectify when I win.”

He smiled, despite the broken rib. “How are you going to do that? I’m not going to touch you.”

She stamped her foot. “I’ll find a way. We are not weak, man is strong! This world was lousing with gods when I got here! Why would we ever want to become like them? They’re an endangered species because of us!”

She turned to a camera. “And it may not be this season, or this world, but we’ll get you too. Whoever’s behind the camera, no one fucks with my babies and gets away with it!”

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This is Harem Hotel News!

Breaking!

Harem Hotel field reporter Chip stood stoically outside of west Minster Abbey, as throngs of subjects to the British crown welcomed their new sovereign. Chip was a handsome thirty something, with hair far too feathered to be an actual reporter. He addressed the camera with a nod.

"I’m Chip with Harem Hotel News reporting from West Minster Abbey, where Morgan Le Fay of Living In Sin fame has been spotted attending the coronation.”

The screen shows a few still photos of the witch, looking fabulous in her purple gown and veiled summer hat.

“This all but confirms rumors that following her escape from her season, she returned to England and was responsible for the demise of Queen Elizabeth. Has King Charles become a mindless drone for her to command? More at 9”

The camera switched to images of a blonde Skylar with Micky Mouse ears and a turkey leg. “What does this mean for Living in Sin Host Skylar? The long time host has had a turbulent and unusual season. Many have been calling for her cancellation for some time, but her long tenure with the network, and high engagement with her episodes have seemingly stayed the hands of the producers. However the escape of a contestant on a normal day would usually be the end of a host. Let alone a dead soul from hell walking the earth alone. We reached out to The Living in Sin staff who continue to say that Morgan escaping was sabotage from the outside, and that they continue to search for the true culprits.”

Suddenly a poll came up on screen “But I just report the new, follow the prompts on your screen to Vote for Whether Skylar should be canceled or allowed to survive. And in our next segments we'll be interviewing Katy Perry, and giving her your fan suggested transformation A Chav in King Arthur’s Court. Stay Tuned.”

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“Thank you for your patience there.” Skylar cleared her throat. “We were having some technical difficulties.” In the background EMTs were lifting the camera man Eve had been adressing in her message, into an amulance. She’d scared the guy so bad his heart stopped.. “But the situation has been resolved, so let’s return to the drama.

The camera panned around circle. Eve was now noticeably chained and gagged in her seat.

Helen had managed to find some clothing over the commercial break. Another one of those ugly tourist t-shirts Skylar had given out. “Erica.” She crossed her legs. “Do you still intend to save the world if you win?”

“Hmmm?” Erica had her legs flung over the side of her chair, and was texting on her phone. “Why would I do that? Sounds boring.”

“Isn’t that great.” Helen smiled and fell back in her chair. “You and your ghost, and your den mother there have been attacking me from the start, because I was the biggest threat to saving everyone. And look where it got you. I’d say it’s karma but you can’t remember even wanting to do the right thing.”

Erica snorted. “Are you in last place? You usually only talk this stupid when you’re in last place.”

Boudica perked up, and pulled her hand free of her cunt with a pop. “Erica’s… different?”

The texting girl caught sight of the bimbo on the ground and lit up. “Oh! Boubou I didn’t see tyou there! Come here girl, let me play with you.”

Hesitantly boudica crawled forward. “Erica we’re going to save the world right?”

Erica pouted. “What’s everyone talking about with this save the world shit? Did you cum your brains out or something?”

Boudica pulled away. “We promised to save everyone… it’s why we’re so snuggled up, Eve too.”

Ericca cackled. “I think Skylar must have messed with my memory, because I don’t remember ever saying that. But since I’m going to win, I’ll just ruin the surprise now. I guess I was lying. If I save the world, where will I get my slaves from?”

Boudica glared at Skylar. “You changed her!” Her anger was a pitiful whine.

Skylar chuckled. “Of course I did, it’s the transformation round.”

The bimbo growled and got to her feet. “You… you meanie! She didn’t have to eat that fruit, you made her! You cheated.” She was actually sounding kind of mad.

‘Skylar dismissed the accusation. “It was her prize to claim, I helped her come to peace with her life. She’ll be much happier now that her memories are changed. Any of you would have benefited.”

“She didn’t have to eat it!” One particularly bold camera man caught sight of Boudica’s roots turning red. She drew closer to get a better shot. “You’re a s-s-snuggling cheater!”Boudica’s pink brand was glowing and throwing off energy.

Skylar squinted at the lightshow. At least it was pink. “Boudica calm down, you’re hurting your little bimbo brain. We’ll have to put you in time out like eve if you keep acting up.”

Boudica stomped a foot on the ground. “I’d like to see you snnnnnnnnnRAAAAAAAGH!” He hair suddenly exploded into it’s natural deep red, the queen had returned. Pink energy swirled around her, and everyone got the sense of mastery from her now. Like it was she, and not the brand that commanded her baleful energy. “I’d like to see you fucking try you cunt!"

“Oooooooh poo.” Skylar gawked at the Queen of The Iceni standing before her. “That’s impossible your brand was powered by three traits! I took away your reason to fight! Y-you should be the perfect bimbo by now. You were!”

Boudia grinned, not the vacant grin of a bimbo, but the blood thirsty kind only a warlord can muster. Her rage, which was her own, and not the artifice of the show had raised up out of the pink mire, back into the land of lucidity. Like a rocket it had gotten her out of atmosphere, but now it was run out. She now only felt the complete zen of zero gravity. “You just gave me another reason to fight.”

Skylar gulped. “Well… isn’t that sweet.” There was no way she could keep this up. The brand would get her back into place. Erica had fallen to just one, three was unimagineable, this was just a fluke.

“Boubou.” Erica hissed. “This is so not cute! Get between my legs and stop embarrassing me.”

Boudica growled, and picked her friend up by the collar of her shirt.

“Ah!” Erica screamed. “Boubou! Bad girl! Sit!”

“Listen here you spoiled little cunt, I ain’t yer pet” Boudica scanned the white girl dangling from her hand. She didn’t feel the flush of affection she’d felt ever since Erica slipped her the fruit. “You don’t even look like her.” She let go and let the girl flop back into her seat.

The cameraman who’d been first on the scene of Boudica’s return got another choice shot when she turned to face him. Her red curls draped over her shoulders, and stuck to her cheek and chin. Her proud green eyes stared into the camera. “Ya miss me?”