The Results Are In!

Helen was huddled by the fire, still shielded from the cold with nothing but socks, and bunny ears. As she watched the votes roll in on the production screen she ran her fingers along the inner ring of her vagina, amazed by how tight it was. She didn’t notice any difference after having laid an egg. Behind her, she could hear Olympias rapping her fingers on the arm of her chair. Helen had picked up on this nervous habit, but couldn’t blame the great giant. She’d need to double her score to even get close to Erica. “At least if she wins, she’ll save the world, or whatever,” Helen muttered.

“If she can hold on that long.” Olympias mumbled bitterly.

Helen nodded at that. She observed the young woman, silently banging her head to whatever scary music was blazing through that device on her head. The white girl prowling around the hotel and dragging Boudica around by her hair was a long shot from the girl Helen had discounted at the start of the game. Helen sighed bitterly. She too felt like a shell of the woman she’d entered as.

“That’s the last vote.” Skylar suddenly perked up, and sat erect. She was like a doll, who’s string had just been pulled. The full hour the voting had been going on she’d done nothing but slump in her chair and sigh. Helen had always imagined that Skylar was an Alien intelligence. Like a god, whose logic there was no accounting for. Then that Christmas Special happened, and now Helen was quite sure she was just insane. “Goodie, Goodie, these are some great choices gang!”

The Harem who’d been milling about, returned to their seats. Mary had been taking out her angst on Diaochan and gang, and the four former wraths were all now panting pleased messes, all except Wang, who was in fact just a riding crop now. “Alright, let’s shit out this piece of shit. What did I get?”

“Stoooooop!” Boudica whined blocking her ears.

“Fudge, fudge, fudge.” Mary barked. “You had a worse mouth than me when we got here.” She paused, her words only now catching up to her. “Why the fudge did I just… darn doodle I forgot I can’t cuss you out…”

Boudica stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry at the demon. “You’re a fudge head! Hehehe.”

Skylar calmed the two before Boudica’s old personality could arise, and they’d be brawling in the snow. “Mary, you’re volunteering?”

“Yep, let’s get this over with.”

“Chore Whore!” Skylar announced, snapping her fingers. “Every day each other contestant can assign you a 30 minute task. If you complete every task assigned to you in a day, you earn a VP and a BP.”

“Oooooh, that’ll get me to 13 by the end of the week, not bad guys.” Mary collapsed in her seat and looked at her hands. “At least I can still strangle you all in your sleep…”

Skylar blanched at that. “Well, it’s not all about the points. Just imagine all the cleaning they’ll have you doing…”

Mary’s ears perked up. Goose bumps invaded ther surface of her body like the ground buckling in an earthquake. “That could be fun…”

“Erica’s side of the room is quite messy,” Eve added.

Marie raised her hand in the back row. “That’s actually mostly me, so is the weed… and the porn… and the vibrators… and the Xanax.”

“Chores it is.” Mary grunted to herself. “Honestly thought killing him was going to work…”

The host looked around the circle, formulating an order for the transformations. “I guess we’re starting losers up here…Olympias let’s hit the big loser next.”

“I take my punishment with Pride.” Olympias stood up and crossed her arms. “A mother suffers for her son, and I am that above all others.” Cleopatra noticed that it wasn’t just pride flowing through Olympias. There was a blush to that statue’s skin. Her breath was shallow, Cleopatra recognized the sickness. She was excited for this, looking forward to seeing how the audience would change her. Startled by this realization she looked to Helen who still had her fingers in her twat and who was rubbing her lips in more than an experimental manner now.

“Funny you should say pride.” Skylar snapped her fingers. “Master, please request something humiliating of Olympias.”

“Olympias, rim me.” Lucifer said, almost before Skylar could finish her request.

Olympias breathed through her nose, closed her eyes, and counted to ten. “Husband, I’d be happy to find a **** who’ll fulfill your wish, but I feel that’s below me.” She suddenly twitched. “I of course, realize I’m defying your will and deserve to be punished. May I suggest putting a clamp on my treacherous tongue?”

“Sounds good.” Lucifer smiled. “Finally, a trait for me!”

Skylar giggled at that. “Oh, I imagine you’ll have a lot of fun with this one.” She summoned a small box, and handed it to Olympias. It was filled with clothes pins, which the Amazon began dutifully clipping onto her tongue until it looked like a sunflower.

“Muh munamen comneh masma.” Olympias babbled uselessly with her now tortured tongue.

“Good.” Lucifer smiled. “Now, about my ass?”

“Oh yuh o couth!” Olympias suddenly looked around at the circle of cringing slaves. “Yuh!” She pointed behind Erica towards her defeated opponent, come best friend, Marie Antionette.

“Ugh, whatever.” Marie grumbled, standing to her feet.

“No fair!” Erica stood to her feet as well. White skin, almost as red as Mary’s. “She’s my toy, you can’t make her do that!”

“Seth dun!” Olympias lisped. Her voice carried enough authority that it would have broken Erica instantly if she weren’t wearing her headphones or if she could understand the woman. Olympias was having a hard time ignoring that newfound magic in her crotch. The humiliation of her own punishment, she saw how these traits worked together now. They were so devilish, so erotic… She drifted off lost in her own haze.

“Daddy!” Erica whined, turning towards Lucfier. She sounded every bit the spoiled daughter. “Make someone else do it.”

Lucifer chuckled. “Fine, oh daughter of mine. If you don’t like who your mistress chose, you can do it.”

She cringed, and looked to Marie. “C-can I suck your cock instead?”

“Erica!” Boudica pouted and covered her ears.

“Erm, your joytoy? Can I suck your Joytoy instead?”

“You just did that baby.” Lucifer yawned. “Someone’s eating my ass.”

“That’ll be a first.” Skylar grinned.

“Eight points.” Cleopatra announced as a tattoo appeared on her wrist.

Marie scratched her hairy leg with the heel of her flipflop. “Erica don’t worry about it.” She lazily wandered over towards The Master. “I was bound to eat ass eventually.” She stood before Satan. “Sup dude, the losers want a piece of you too ya know.”

With his own grin he stood up, and began to unbuckle his pants, why he bothered putting the back at this point is a mystery. “I only have so many dicks… in this form.”

“Can’t wait to see what that means.” Marie chuckled to herself, and got down on her knees and went to work.

Erica groaned and hid her eyes, she so did not need this image floating around her head. “It’s my fault she’s even here.” She despaired, her memories still playing tricks on her.

Skylar watched the display with interest for a few moments. “Those eight points are still up for grabs, if anyone’s interested, but we’ll move on. Cleopatra, you try to escape, but they keep pulling you back in.”

“The corruption one?”

“You got it.” Skylar opened her mouth to speak, then paused. “I was going to tell you, but you’re the secretary aren’t you? Who has the most traits?”

Cleopatra sighed, she knew this all to well. Eve had been a fixation for her up until this week. “After the brands removed traits, it’s Eve with eight.”

“And you have…”

“Five.”

“So how many…”

“Four.”

“Brings you to…”

“Nine.”

“Almost doubling your trait count.”

“Yes.”

Skylar snapped her fingers and four red dice appeared in her hand. “Courtesy of our Vegas Franchise.” She began to shake her hand. “Here’s how we’re going to play it. I roll these four dice. 1-2 is a punishment, 3-4 is neutral, 5-6 is a reward. Sound fair?”

“As fair as I’m going to get.”

“Oooh this is exciting, heh.” Skylar licked her lips. She riled the dice up a little bit longer and threw them at the production screen. Merging into the screen four large dice bounced about. The first landed on a 6, Cleopatra let out a squeak, suddenly overcome with nature as a demon, she was on the edge of seat. The next was a five!

“By the gods!” Helen squealed, happy for her friend, that bridge somewhat healed thanks to Olympias.

The third was , appropriately a 3. Not bad.

“Final one!” Skylar was squealing as the fourth and last dice landed on a 1. Everyone groaned and for a moment, fell back in their seats, and giggled. It was a weird feeling, but it wasn’t lost on anyone. There was a moment there where everyone was… having fun.

“I think we just became a harem…” Helen said aloud, as the dice settled in place.

“Not yet.” Cleopatra sighed, knowing well that one last round stood between them. “That was better than I was expecting. Give it to me Skylar.”

“We’ll start with the punishment.” Skylar snapped her fingers, and as often happens, Cleopatra’s clothes vanished. Then across her skin a blackness began to swirl. Everyone leaned forward, as images and patterns began to form across her body. On her chest a tattoo of her on a toilet masturbating with one hand, and playing with her phone with the other.

Cleopatra saw this image on the production screen. “Oh, fuck.” She recognized it instantly and thanks to her position as the secretary knew exactly what punishment she’d just drawn. That image was when she first upgraded I Want It All and More. When her desire for corruption went from fetish to obsession. That was her first and most important step towards damnation. “Nothing to see here.”

“Ah, ah.” Skylar snapped, and ropes wrapped around Cleopatra’s wrists and ankles and pulled them apart. She was hoisted into the air. “We put a lot of effort into these designs.” Other images appeared across her body. An image of her licking satan’s feet and from her head came thought bubbles, each with one of the contestatns in them, transformed to her tastes, many were not human anymore. Then there was an image across her shoulder blades. Erica, Boudica, and Eve’s faces were on wanted posters, that were filled with bullet holes. Underneath it in script, it read “75 shots fired”

Then there was the big one. Down from her chest, over her belly button like the trunk of a tree, there was the image of Helen, Mary, Eve, and Olympias. It was clear to those four upon seeing the images the truth behind them. Cleopatra had spread her dark roots, to them.

Helen gasped. "Cleopatra tell me you didn't..."

If she could, Cleopatra would have looked away. Instead she could only close her eyes in agony. "I wasn't in my right mind! I'm sorry! This show made me do it."

"I don't get it." Elizabeth squinted at the pictures.

"She spread her corruption trait to us, like some kind of disease!" Olympias' eyes were fire. Her lisping, drooping spitting words were only known to the girls thanks to subtitles provided by the crew.

"That's so hot!" Mary cackled. "She fucking got us!"

"Olympias." Cleopatra cried. "It was before you brought me to my senses. I would never have done it otherwise. I'm disgusted with myself."

"You're the reason I feel like this..." Olympias was shaking. With a crack the arm of her chair was broken. "Dammit." She hissed, and moved her hand between her legs. She couldn't control herself any longer. Her tongue drooping out of her mouth, pulsing with the pain of a dozen clothes pins, humiliation, corrupted, and so far behind in the game. She sighed and began to masturbate in earnest. Pride at long last overcome by lust.

Skylar looked up at the captured greed. "Punished enough?"

The camera panned around the bevy of ink now decorating Cleopatra's body. Her dark skin made the perfect contrast for the ink. "The whole Harem knows my shameful deeds and thoughts. I feel pretty punished for not destroying the love of my life enough."

"But Cleopatra." As Skylar spoke the camera zoomed in on a pineapple tattooed on Cleopatra's neck. "The road of corruption flows both ways, we see a bit of redemption in the ink."

Cleopatra rolled her eyes. "That's great... welp, three more transformations to go."

"Indeed, time for something neutral. We're going to keep you strung up for this one."

"I imagined you might... what's my OW!" Out of nowhere, a golden stud flew through the air and pierced Cleopatara's earlobe. "Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!" She cried out has a dozen other studs and rings made quick work of Cleopatra's ears until they were just as pierced and punctured of Skylar's own. Would our host ever stop there? Of course not. "Ow! Ow! Stop it! Ahhh!" A ring through her eyebrow and one through her septum, with two golden studs below her bottom lip. "I'm not a voodoo doll! Fuuuuuck!" Two rings pierced her nipples and another her bellybutton. While one diamond stud stood proudly on her sternum, acting as the clit for her tattoo self. And the piercing continued south. Her lips were pulled apart by invisible hands, three thick rings went through her outer lips, stretching them lewdly, while two more pierced each of her inner lips, her clit the crown jewel of them all was decorated with a stud. Finally each of her toes was gifted a little golden stud.

At the end of the show, Cleopatra was red, and dangly limply from the ropes. She did not, it seem, appreciate the acupuncture. "Don't look so glum. Yang and Diaochan would have killed for that trait." the camera pointed at the two gimps, who drooled enviously to confirm what Skylar had said was true. The restraints were let loose and Cleopatra was placed safely on the ground. Skylar bends down to her. Cleopatra naturally flinched away from the monster, but Skylar held her hands up, seemingly offering a truce. Cleopatra figured she'd get touched one way or another, and didn't risk getting hoisted back up, so she stood still as Skylar brushed her fingers along the many piercings she'd given the queen. Cleopatra closed her eyes, sighing and twitching in response to each brush of skin on gold. "Each piercing..." Skylar moved her hand from one to the other. "As erotic to the touch as your clit, do you feel it?"

"Mmmm yes." Cleopatra did.

"I'll let you play with the ones down south on your own."

"Ready for your rewards." The Queen of the Nile looked at herself on the production screen. Nearly unrecognizable. She now had a seriously alternative look to her, pierced to hell and covered in ink. In the span of a few minutes, they'd just mutilated her body, with the casual disregard she had to so many slaves...

"More than."

“Your rewards will be Avarice’s Coin Purse, which will give you 5bp for sleeping with each of the contestants for the first time.” Cleopatra felt mighty good about that one. “The Second will be Master’s minutes, which will let you arrange the dates Master sleeps with his slaves, so long as each girl gets a turn.”

“I can work with that.” Cleopatra returned to her seat. Though her body had been irrevocably altered, she felt a sense of relief. She’d gotten off easy on that one. Plus, her new Coinpurse trait was very useful, and though Master’s Minutes seemed less handy on the outset, Cleopatra was already thinking of a few ways to make it work in her advantage.

“Look out girls.” Skylar sang. “Her gears are churning.”

“I still have someone to fight for.”

“You’re not alone in that Cleopatra.” The cameras turned to Eve. “She too fights for the ones she loves. Eve your Trait is Expel Sin, would you like to give it a try?”

“Eve nodded eagerly and got to her feet. “Sure, but I don’t even know how I’d… oh, like this.” She suddenly had the knowledge needed to separate her sins from herself, and thus she chose her most bothersome of burdens. “Nnnnyaaaah!” Like a cell dividing in half Eve split in two. There was herself and a newer paler form which fell to the ground clutching her head.

“Aaaah.” The clone hissed. “I need a drink.” The PA’s eagerly went to fetch the new woman a bottle of vodka.

Eve had separated gluttony from herself and for the first time in weeks took a deep breath uninhibited by a hangover or drunkenness.

“Thank you.” The Gluttonous Eve rasped as she was given the bottle. She drank the clear liquid like any of us would water, and gasped in a satisfied way when she was done. Rivers of the burning liquid ran down either side of her mouth. Then once she was satisfied, she raised her head back and began to drink some more.

“That should help you function a little better,” Skylar said, looking pleased with the little clone.

“She looks like me.” Elizabeth announced, noting the pale skin, and beauty mark adorning the woman’s face.

“She’s our child.” Eve said airly.

Elizabeth chuckled. “She has your eyes.”

“I’m confused.” Mary raised her hand. “There’s two of her now?”

“Yes.” Skylar nodded. “Expel Sin allows her to make a simulacrum of herself, out of a single sin.

Mary snorted at that. “Just what we need, a second unbeatable superwoman.”

“I hardly think that will be a threat.” Helen scoffed, and gestured to the Eve who was on her back chugging from a vodka boddle like a toddler would a bottle.

“Strength in number Princess. Didn’t the Trojan war teach you that?”

“What a perfect lead in.” Skylar jumped in. “Princess of Troy your time has come." This time Skylar tossed a seven-sided die, which landed on a two. Discounting Helen who was usually contestant one, this means the die passed over Cleopatra and landed on Boudica. "Lust."

Helen wrankled. Boudica like Olympias had spent her time in the middle of the pack. This meant she had sparingly few remarkable transformations. Those she did have were mostly body mutilations.

"Our winners are..." Skylar snapped her fingers.

Instantly Helen's head began to ich. Then pinch. Her braid was expanding and coming undone her blond locks at first dyed a sweet strawberry color, and then became a deep meaningful red. The mass of curls knocked her hairband off, unravled and fell to such a length that in her squatting position, it almost touched the ground.

"Red Headed Leash!" Skylar beamed. "Looks great, huh Boudica?"

"Super great!" The blonde bit her lip lustfully completely taken with the image of Helen draped in Boudica's hair.

Erica grinned. "Now I have two leashes to pull on."

Helen growled, an actual dog like growl, her fangs were growing in. "I'd still need to be as stupid as she is to fall for that."

Erica smirked. "Drop another rank or two, and you just might be."

Ouch. It was a low blow, but she was right. She'd dropped another rank, she could already feel the cogs in her head spinning at a slower churn. She opened her mouth for a comeback but all that come out was. "Woohoo!" She suddenly jumped to her feet, and danced about. "Elizabeth just got hit by cupid, now score some points and make me stupid! Go Elizabeth!" Once her cheer was over, she clamped her hand over her mouth.

"And the other one is Woohoo girl. Your red hair will now act as a leash, whoever holds it will be able to give you commands, while Woohoo girl lets you encourage people to do things they might normally be resistant to. "

"Boudica hasn't used it that way." Helen thought.

"Boudica's an idiot."

"Bimbo!" Boudica corrected.

"Yes you are you sweet girl!" Skylar cooed. "Do you want to know your reward?"

"Uh-huh!"

"It's bimbo outbreak, you know what that one does don't you?"

Boudica giggled, then stuck her fingers in her mouth to suck on them. "Umm okay?"

Skylar beamed, and talked real slow. Hard to imagine this docile, giggling idiot had been Skylar's most vicious opponent just last week. "Whenever you snuggle(Fuck) with another Boudica (Slut) they'll get all light, and giggly, and pink just like you!

Boudica's eyes grew as big as saucers. "Woooooow! Guys we should try that!"

Erica ruffled Boudica's hair. "Whaddya say, Helen? Here's your chance."

"Pass."

"You haven't slutted it up with Boudica yet, plenty of points to be had."

Helen crossed her arms. "Just fuck off Erica." Reddish hair was sprouting along her limbs.

The Goth chuckled. "You're the next youngest you know, we're going to be best friends once the game is over... if you're not a completely pathetic pet by that point of course."

"Erica." Eve hissed.

This seemed to break the high schooler out of her revelry. "Oh..." she looked about, and blushed. "Sorry mommy... ah um... Eve." She buried her face in her hands.

Cleopatra gulped, and mentally wiped away the hope of Erica saving the world. The only person saving Mark Anthony was going to be her. It was always so.

"Kay guys!" Boudica raised her hand and waved it around until Skylar acknowledged her. The bimbo was playing with her phone, and suddenly showed it off to the group. "New rule for orgasms just dropped, and it's soooo fire!"

"Alll teh hotties cAn only hv cummiez with Boubou!!!!!!! >:)" Said the app.

"Isn't that great?" Mary slunk in her chair, she'd be friggin herself since Cleopatra and hadn't been getting anywhere. Just a never ending ledge overlooking that sweet sweet orgasm. The chores this week had been **** enough with that stupid rule. At least then she hadn't had the money to buy an orgasm. Now she had more chores, and a way to get herself an orgasm.

"Somehow she's playing us even as a Bimbo." Helen wasn't doing so hot either, but she didn't imagine anyone was. Everyone had a trait that increased their just, just about. All week her Cuck trait had images of Erica and Boudica dancing through her head. Her hatred of them only made fantasy worse. Plus there was this newly delicious egg situation...

"It's a feral type of intelligence I think." Elizabeth was nothing but bemused. Her lust it seemed was manageable.

Boudica blew them all a big kiss, and laid back in the snow. "You all know where to find me!" Her hand very quickly found it's way inside her cunt, and she began to produce the orgasms she so naughtily refused everyone else.

"Well Elizabeth." Skylar began. "Its your turn, and I think this choice is very interesting."

"Hate that."

"Yes. The audience has chosen for you It's not over Until the Fat Lady Sings. so congratulations are in order, you're never going to be eliminated from this game. You'll get a full transformation suite, your future is secure..."

"But..."

"But you're so close!" Skylar was kicking her legs in delight. "I don't know what to make of it! Are the audience looking out for you, or did they throw you the least threatening trait they could? I can't figure it out."

"So veto it, and give me the vampire trait. I can get to one hundred on my own. Or did you geniuses on the couch not realize I can just buy myself more points?"

Skylar grinned; Elizabeth's frustration was delicious. "I think they like you just fine as their chubby vampire. They're looking out for your figure."

Elizabeth waved her hand. "Move on, I'm bored. "

"Sour puss." Skylar looked around. "I'm afraid that's everyone." She reached into a pocket, and over the fire tossed Erica her prize.

The teen caught the glowing bundle of figs in her hand. Her third one. The other two had been used to great effect, but the purpose of this one escaped her.

"Eat is Erica." Skylar encouraged. "Get rid of all that pain you're carrying. Be free of your betrayal, your faith, your past. Be free of Joan, Maria, be free of Erica."

It was the end of the round, Erica's headphones fell silent. Shakily her hands ripped the fig open. "Will I remember anything?"

"A whole life." Skylar grinned, it was a genuine, sweet grin, but it reminded Erica of Christmas Eve. "Your life in Hell with your Daddy, and once Eve breaks... your mommy too, and your mistress, and maid, and your two pet bimbos. Not a saint, or god, or shame in your life to taint your happiness."

Erica stared down and the purple and green guts of her prize. Her hands were quaking, her guts were a bundle of excited nerves. She looked towards her Daddy, he'd know what to do. He was standing just behind the fire, her best friend's face buried in his ass while he jerked his cock, and he was looking at her. HER! She was making him hard, the thought of finally killing that shrill voice in her mind was making him hard! And it was making her wet. She looked to Eve who was crying and screaming something, but the blood was in Erica's ears. She didn't need the music, she was deaf to everything now but her own heartbeat. "Sure, whatever."

She popped a slice of the fig into her mouth.