The Tarts

Erica swirled the glowing red smoothie around in her hand, as she padded over to the honeymoon suite. Her clunky boots, chinked, and ratted as she made her way. She kind of liked the platform boots, the world of tall people was a magical place, and she thought the smokey raccoon makeup her hands applied to her face on the daily actually gave her a more mature look than her little girl transformations had intended. Honestly, if she was in high school and saw herself in the hallway, Erica would have assumed she was too hot and cool for herself.

She and Eve had thought up a plan yesterday, Eve mostly. The woman had a keen mind, even while drunk, Erica would have never have thought of this plan on her own it seemed… wrong. But what would Joan say?

Victory at all costs.

She knocked on the door to the honeymoon sweet, and when an emaciated Boudcia opened the door Erica had to back away and hold her hand to her nose. “Ugh!” She cried out. It smelled like, sweat, sex, and humidity in that room. Sour and heady.

“Oh hey girlie.” Boudica panted, looking sleep-deprived. Her lips were cracked, and she had dark spots under her eyes. “Am I late for the meetin’?”

“Yeah… by a day. What in Daddy's place is going on?" She made a sour face. "Daddy's place... Daddy's Place, why can't I say Daddy's Place?"

"It's my snugglin' trait, people can't curse around meh." There was a whining from within the room. "And there's your problem right there." Boudica flailed her arms towards Helen. "The moment I get meself together, and calmed down from cummies, she waggles her foofie at me, and get's me all revved up again!"

"Yeah, I feel that." Erica brought her shirt over her nose, like she was trying to keep chlorine gas out. She then pulled Boudica out by her hand and shut the door behind her. "I'll get you some new clothes." She jogged away with her prize, feeling herself buzzed on whatever was in that musk. "Are you okay?" She asked Boudica once they were in the elevator.

The redhead dabbed her brow with her locks. "You mean other than being naked in public?"

"Other than being naked, other than being in a gameshow designed to get you married to the devil, other than that."

Boudica smiled. "Oh sure sure, I'm fine hungry as Daddy's Place, though."

"I bet." Erica nudged her in the arm. "Let's go into town and get some brunch." She then held out the smoothie to Boudica. "I got this for you too."

"I ain't headed into that place naked, I'll tell you that much right now." Boudica took the shake and slurped it down, thankful that something was going into her stomach.

"I'm sure Eve has something that will fit your... assets" The elevator dinged open, and there was Mary in stockings, heels, and a little bonnet.

"Sup." Mary nodded at Boudica, and got in the elevator as the pair got out. Before the door could close, she held her hand out to stop it. "Hey Boudica, can I get dressed?"

"Ya whatever." Boudica waved broadly and walked away.

"You might not want to go up there," Erica whispered to Mary. "Helen's going to suck you in if you're not careful."

To the young woman's surprise, Mary sneered at her, with no provocation other than just speaking to the demon. "I can do without your advice, fucking heretic." Mary leaned back in the elevator.

Erica was shocked. She didn't think she was friends with the red woman, but they were at least civil. They went on an adventure. "W-what?"

"I think you're disgusting, saying those things about God." She flipped Erica off, just as the doors were closing and ascended to what must have felt like heaven.

"Y-you're a demon!" Erica cried out.

Elizabeth patted her pudgy belly. "I'm going to have a hard time losing this if Nzinga keeps feeding me meals like that." She mused, heading out to the balcony. She was boozed up, and her predecessor had filled her up with a three-course breakfast. Whatever her other self had done to satan last night, it did not involve food. At least none that made it to her stomach. She sighed as the morning winter air stung her skin. She was feeling warm and buzzed, she supposed there were worse fates than feeling like this all the time. So long as it didn't get upgraded.

"Hey there." Lucifer came up from behind her, and sat himself up on the railing of the balcony. Apsin spread out behind him, snow flaked and perfect.

"You weren't there when I woke up." Elizabeth said. "I guess you found my other self charming, though." She held her phone up to indicate the 8 points she's harvested from him last night. "Hardly going to keep me out of the dog house If I lose the challenge."

"Then don't lose." He smiled at her. "And I wouldn't say you're completely without charms, just not the kind this show cares to quantify."

Elizabeth cocked an eyebrow at this. "Now you're just being cruel. What charms would those be?" She thought she knew. That argument yesterday, the banter, it was all so easy, too easy.

"You want me to say it." He ruffled her bangs. "And I'm not going to say it."

She did want him to say it, to say that she was right. To admit that helping those in need felt good. Even to his shriveled heart. "No I don't think so." she lied. "The world is filled with people to want to hear others say things."

"Us? We're prefer the other just shut up."

She smiled. "My thoughts exactly."

He winked, and mimed locking his lips. Elizabeth then leaned forward onto the rail, and looked out at the valley. She felt him look at her. She didn't dare look his way, knowing it would scare him away like a bird. Then what? They could only be clever for so long, eventually, they'd have to address what this was. A concept far too grand for her to even consider. She doubted he could love, just as she doubted she could love him. So this was what? A game? Boredom? Desperation? Everything, and nothing, and yet so peaceful out in the cold. She felt her words would only cause this fragile moment to go careening off of the balcony.

So she shut up.

Erica took Boudica to the room she shared with Eve, and waiting there for her was a school uniform bright, and pink and ready to go. Boudica leered at the outfit, she was coming to hate pink. It was her herpes-carrying cousin of the color palette. She slurped down her glowing red smoothie, as Erica laid it out for her. "So what? Are we twins or something now?"

"Not exactly." Erica looked like she had or was preparing to swallow a toad. It was adorable, was that too strong of a word for it? Boudica didn't think so, Erica was a cute girl. That dark skin, the hair, it was very appealing. And she was always in red, the lumberjack brother of the color palette.

"What's up then?" Boudica pinched the fabric of the pink skirt she'd been offered.

"My night with... Daddy is tonight... and..."

Unbidden an image of Erica riding Lucifer's cock jumped into Boudica's mind. Her bimbo pussy stirred as if often did now, at the slightest hint of lust.

"And I was wondering if you'd want to tackle it with me tonight."

And there she was, Boudica making out with Erica, while the young woman bucked on Satan's cock. Boudica's own bimbo pussy getting some love from the liar's forked tongue. It was... an appealing prospect.

"I don't think so." She said after a few moments of fantasy. "I took that babysitter thing, so Cleopatra couldn't have anything over ya. I don't want any points from ya girlie. Sorry if you thought otherwise." The young woman must have thought Boudica was too shy to ask outright, Boudica shy? what a laugh. It was sweet, though, and very hot. Boudica had only just recently discovered the joys of lesbian sex, but ho boy, she'd had a fun time with Helen last night, and last afternoon, and last morning.

"No it's not that." Erica had that frog-swallowing look again.

"Stop." Boudica said gently. "I can tell by the look on your face that you don't want this."

Erica crossed her arms. "Well I don't want a lot of things in this game, but this makes sense. You'll get points for sleeping with me, we'll both get points for a threesome with Daddy, and team save the world is in a stronger position overall."

"That's very romantic." Boudica punched Erica on the shoulder. God she was gorgeous with those smoky eyes and black lips. She looked how Boudica always imagined a witch would look. Mysterious, forbidden.

"Well do you not want me?" Erica seemed to pout, and fall onto the bed, her legs opening up suggestively.

It really got Boudica's motor running. It was an invitation... She sucked down the last of her shake, and threw it unerringly into the trash can. "No, no, course I do, you're beautiful..." She clamped her mouth shut, that hadn't come out right. "But we're just friends."

"That's why we should help each other." Erica moaned, seemingly for no reason, but Boudica liked the way she did it. "Mmm." She moaned to herself again. "My panties are so cute." She said miserably, before lifting her skirt so Boudica could see the lollipop stenciled over the crotch of Erica's underwear and the words 'trick or treat'

Boudica licked her lips. Where was all this lust coming from? She was finding Erica suddenly as intoxicating as Helen had been. Only there was no scent, no primal need. Was it her? Was it this game. Was she really, just lust now. An insatiable fuckdoll just like Skylar had promised. It terrified her, she was losing herself. And yet. "I'd love to lick that loli." She croaked out.

Erica snapped up. "You mean, you'll do it?"

"Do what?" All Boudic could think of were those panties.

"You'll come with me tonight?"

"Oh... aye."

"Great." Erica hugged, Boudica, and all the redhead could focus on was Erica shaking her head about Boudica's amble breasts. The younger woman of course didn't even try such a thing, but it was all she could think about. "Truth be told, I was a little scared to be alone with him, without Joan."

"Right." She patted Erica, hoping it was melting snow, and not her dripping foofie that was making the splashing noises she was hearing.

"It's past noon." Olympias clucked, checking her phone. She grinned and hit the elevator button. "Oh me, oh my, It looks like I'll have to punish that lazy little maid." She knew exactly where the red-skinned woman would be. Helen had been earning points this morning, and she could only imagine the landmine Mary had found herself in.

Sure enough, there panting on the floor with Helen beneath her was Mary, pumping away at Helen's needy cunt. Until...

"I'm master's wrathful slut! Mistress Olympias teaches me to be gentle." Mary suddenly pulled away from Helen and stuck her servile pose for the inspection of Olympias.

"You seem to be missing a few items of clothing." Olympias grinned, running her hands along Mary's breasts.

"Nnngh." Mary whined, trying to break away, though her body wouldn't allow it. "Let me go, I need to fuck."

"Fuck." Olympias mocked. "You think you deserve to touch my precious pet? Let alone have your way with her?" She gave a low laugh. "You're the maid, Mary. You deal with our messes, our laundry, our rooms. Speaking of which, look at this place. You expect my precious to live in this mess?" The room was something of a horror scene, not only did it reek of sex, but the covers were off the heart shaped bed, a lamp was broken, a pillow had been torn in half, and feathers floated everywhere, it was a mess.

"Just shut up!" Mary growled. "You're not the boss! No one put you in charge. I'll fuck your bitch till her head pops if I want..."

Mary's pose was finally broken, but only because Olympias had caught her by the ear, and dragged her from the room.

"I don't get it." Boudica said, mouth half filled with french toast. She'd chosen not to wear the outfit Erica set out for her, and instead raided Eve's closet for an untouched dress. It shrunk to her body like shrink wrap, and turned pink.

"I guess it does take a bit of modern knowledge." Erica pushed a flier forward. "This is a flier for a snow cone shop, Snowballs. Okay?" Erica had gotten it from her mailbox, yesterday. Whoever was sending her hints, seemed to still be in on the game. Joan was gone, but there was still someone out there pulling for her.

"Okay."

"Next." She pushed forward a paperback. "The Hunger Games." She spread her hands. "It's a story about a group of kids who get kidnapped, and thrown into an arena for a fight to the ****. If we combine both of those together, I think the next challenge is going to be a snowball fight. We've gotten two audience-driven exams, they probably figure it's time for a physical challenge."

"Not very snuggly."

"I'm sure they'll find a way to spice it up, but I think we've got this." She gnashed on some of her own food. "You and Eve are so strong, and I'll just bomb the game, and get points."

Boudica nodded. "I could go for a win, I'm bloody bleeding over here landing in the middle every time."

"I know." She gave Boudica a sad smile. "It's just bad luck. But we got this, Cleo can't slow us down."

Boudica beamed. "No one can!"

“Oh man, is my nose that big?” Cleopatra murmured as she opened the door. Right on time, Eve had sought her out. That secretary transformation just kept paying off. Thanks to Eve’s new transformation she’d be Cleopatra’s willing **** for the day, not only that but she’d changed to match Cleopatra’s appearance, or at least reflect it.

She wasn’t a clone, but clearly an iteration on Cleo’s own form… an undeniably grander iteration. Not to mention bustier. But the blonde woman was gone, replaced with a dark skinned middle eastern beauty, with a regal snoot of her own. “Much bigger mistress, you have the grandest nose in all the world.”

“So true.” Cleopatra grinned, and gave Eve’s cheek a pitying but playful slap. “Oh Mark, Anthony, I brought us a friend.”

The man looked up from his bed, grinning. “That’s Eve?”

“In the flesh.” Eve bowed her head.

“Oh fuck.” The man grinned and stroked his impotent cock, sure that a woman turning into his wife was corrupt enough to break the spell.

“Mmm.” Cleo pouted at her husband’s situation. “We’re such bad strategists Eve.”

“No mistress.” Eve cooed. “You’re a genius. You totally destroyed Erica, Boudica and me last week.”

“Thank you pet.” Cleopatra rushed the woman inside. “But you see my husband is cursed. He can only get an erection if someone pays for it, and he’s a horny little bastard. you see we went and blew all our points, and now the two of us are left unsatisfied.”

“That’s awful.” Eve pouted, and looked at the gold jewelry biting into his dick.

“You don’t happen to have any points do you?”

“Oh!” Eve nodded eagerly. “I do!” She brought out her phone, and with a quick prompt, released the cockring from Mark Anthony’s dick, instantly filling it with lust and need. “Wooow.” Eve drooled at the tool, her mistress’s toy, her cock, her husband's glory. “You get to ride that Mistress!”

“I sure do.” Cleopatra sang, climbing on top of her husband. “Aaaaah.” She sighed like she was getting into a hot tub. She smiled at Mark Anthony in the knowing way lovers do, then turned her gaze towards Eve. “Why don’t you pose for us pet? Show us the fine work your transformation was done to your body.” She slowly, rose up and down on her husband's perfect cock. "He's like me now Eve, like us, me and you. He's sees the beauty in this game. These transformations. We've grown quite close, closer than we've ever been thinking of what all the girls can become. Show us what's become of you."

“Of course.” Eve cooed, and cupped her large breasts for the two lovers. She winked, she smiled, she pouted, flipping her long black hair this way and that. She released her hands, and ran them along her caramel skin, pinching and pulling at it like she was displaying a fine silk.

The two lovers enjoyed her display, both sets of eyes locked firmly on her corrupted appearance. “This is a transformation I could get used to.” Mark Anthony groaned, feeling his wive’s hands move through his curly hair. “I wish we could turn them all into copies of you.”

“Mmmmm.” Cloepatra moaned, the words set her on fire. “Wouldn’t that be hot? All their beauty, all their wonder, corrupted, transformed into me!”

“Yes.” Mark Anthony agreed. His cock swelled within her. “A whole harem filled with your perfection.”

Eve whimpered right along with them, she liked corruption too and the idea they were sharing was so hot. She couldn’t help but slip her fingers into her bimboized pussy, and give her large clit a gentle rub.

“Don’t that sound wonderful Eve?” Cleo looked her way, eyes lidded with pleasure. She bounced on her husband, up and down, up and down, pussy squelching, and thrumming with pleasure.

“I wish it were true mistress! I wish we could make it happen.”

Cleo dismounted from Mark Anthony and flipped over onto her back. He wasted no time mounting her, and picking up the fuck from there. “Oh we can do anything pet, we just need more points.”

"I am master's gluttonous slut, Mistress Olympias teaches me to share." Elizabeth announced, breaking the silence between her and Lucifer. She then pulled her mouth open with her fingers, and pointed the maw at Lucifer.

"Um..." The Devil hadn't expected that to be the thing to break their moment.

"Ow ow ow! You are such a bitch!" Mary howled as Olympias dragged her out into the snow to Elizabeth and Lucifer.

"Uh oh." Elizabeth mumbled, unable to take her fingers out of her mouth.

"What's this?" Lucifer's eyes were sparkling, he was intrigued. That moment with Elizabeth? All but forgotten.

Olympias was immune to the barb, and held Mary out to him like a wet cat. She was shivering in the snow. "Mary here seems to think that you don't like me disciplining your Harem."

Lucifer cocked an eyebrow. "What exactly are you doing?"

"Making her get dressed for one."

"She's fucking abusing me every chance she gets boss! She breaks down my door, she manhandles, me, she slaps my ass."

"Does she now?" Lucifer grinned and looked at Olympias.

"Oh fuck." Mary groaned. She'd known Lucifer long enough, he was into it. "She's abusing your property!" She tried desperately appealing to pride was always a good path for him. "She didn't even get your permission."

"Well I wasn't around was I?" He grins. "Olympias what do you have to say for yourself?"

Olympias shrugged. She too could sense Lucifer's enjoyment. "It's my job to make sure your Harem runs properly. I haven't just been targeting her, but she's been the most troublesome. My only desire is to serve you Husband, tell me how you want your Harem run, and I will fulfill your request... your orders."

He didn't like her using the husband term, especially when she ranked so low in the game, but decided to let it slide. Her **** of the harem was enough for him. "I see." He gave Mary a nasty look. "Then you best get my maid dressed. "

"Of course."

"No! Fuck! Ow!" Mary whined, and Olympias dragged her back inside. It was going to be a loooong week.

"Ugh this feels so wrong." Boudica whined, tugging the skirt of her uniform down a little lower. Olympias' hand was on her shoulder, and the two were being led to Lucifer's room like prisoners. Luckily they'd been expecting the interruption and were ready by the time the giant was at Erica's door.

There was a brief fight about it being Erica's turn, and not Boudica's. Olympias clearly didn't want such strong competitors working together to earn points, but the threat was obvious. If she didn't let Boudica come with, Erica was going to play the little girl card, and tell her daddy.

“It’s going to be okay.” Erica held Boudica’s hand.

“I mean, are we really going to snuggle this guy?”

Erica sighed. At this point, after everything, that question seemed almost innocent. Maybe it was the baby talk Boudica was locked into. Hadn’t she drunk Stan’s pee? Maybe she really was a bimbo, or maybe she just hated Lucifer more than Erica realized. “We need the points.”

“You mean, I need the points.” Maybe she wasn’t that much of a bimbo.

“Everyone wins, let’s just stop thinking so hard, and let our transformations guide us.

At the moment, it was Olympias guiding them. She positioned them before the doors to Lucifer’s suite, and held them in place until it was time. A little under an hour of waiting with that stiff statue behind them standing guard.

When the time finally came, Lucifer opened the door and grinned, always grinning. “We’ve been seeing a lot of each other today.” She rubbed his hands together. “What have you got for me?”

Before Olympias could answer, Erica jumped in. “Boudica and I want to play with you Daddy, can she stay over?” Though it sickened her, Erica batted her eyelashes for effect.

“That’s a good idea.” His eyes consumed the pair. The goth and the bimbo. Erica was flat as a board, while Boudica had cleavage you could drown in. Not to mention they were both stubborn as an Ox. It should make for an interesting night.

Erica breathed out a sigh of relief, the easy part was over.

“I was wondering if I could join as well.” Olympias’ voice shocked the room.

“No, no, no I don’t snuggling think so!” Boudica was on her feet. “You drag us here, and now yer thinking’ of inviting yerself in eh?”

“I think that sounds like a great idea.”

“Snuggle me!” Boudica turned around and raised a fist. “What are ya doin’?”

He shrugged and stepped aside. “I’m just trying to be agreeable. I want everyone to get along.”

“Play it cool.” Erica whispered and headed inside.

——-

Erica

Regular Girl

“Having Olympias there isn’t ideal, but she’s not much of a threat... as far as points go. She'd 100% kill us if she could.”

——-

Dinner was brought in as if four had always been the plan. Erica got to eat two lobsters, because Boudica declared them “disgustin’ sea bugs.” And made do with rolls, and wine.

“So, Erica…” Olympias was almost cheery. “Are you in the market for a new god? I can tell you all about Dionysus if you’d like.”

Erica scowled, then shrugged. “I have been wondering, you don’t really strike me as a party girl. Why are you in a cult dedicated to partying?”

Olympias returned the shrug. “that’s just it, isn’t it? I’m a very serious person. So if I’m going to cut loose, it’s going to take something big, something religious, something orgasmic.”

That didn’t help. She still couldn’t imagine Olympias drunk. “Want to let loose now?” She pushed a bottle of wine forward. She hadn’t touched it, she was legal, technically legal, but for some reason her teenage self was resistant to the idea. Only the fruity drinks from Peak’s club seemed to pass.

“No thanks.” Olympias pushed it away. “I’m going to need to keep my head clear if I’m going to keep you two under control tonight.”

Lucifer took the opportunity and poured himself and Boudica a fresh glass. “I’m curious to see everyone’s plans collide tonight. I just hope I’m man enough to fufill my duties.”

The room collectively rolled their eyes.

He had it easy. Everyone here was hungry for points, points only he could give them. It’d be hard for a man not to grow cocky. No matter how he tried to put them off things did eventually turn to the bedroom. They finished off their fun little puddings, and Olympias drew the man to his bed.

“I have no idea how we’re going to do this.” Erica confessed. She watch Olympias remove her dress. “I can’t imagine even being horny in the same room with that woman.”

“Then let’s get started on our own.” Boudica reached out and took Erica by her back, pulling her in. It made Erica feel very fem, she let out a purr. She knew the strawberry she’d won would make Boudica hopelessly attracted to her, but somehow she thought the woman would resist.

“Woah… Boudica.”

“I’m sorry.” Boudica blushed, suddenly feeling ****. “I don’t know what it is, but I’ve been wanting ya all day girlie. You didn’t slip me that strawberry did you?”

Busted. Erica considered lying, but why? Boudica was her friend. “I did.”

“Hot.” Boudica giggled. “Why’d ya go and do that?” There was no hint of hurt, or betrayal in the girl's voice.

“Because you’re stubborn, and I want you to win. And I knew nothing I would do could convince you to get points from me.”

Boudica smiled. “Well that’s a weight off my shoulders, I’ll day I’ve been rippin’ myself up about this.” She shook her mane, and addressed Erica with a big smile. “Erica, you’re a hot piece of tooshie, and I want to know what your foofie tastes like.”

Erica laughed. “That’s a lot of gibberish.”

“Snuggle you!” Boudica laughed. “I’ll spell it out for ya.” She then leaned forward, and gave Erica a kiss.

And Erica kissed back.

Further words would only cheapen the moment.

Like the highschoolers they were dressed as they pawed and moaned at each other, dropping from dignified friends to anxious lovers in a moment. They sampled spit, and tongue. It was clear that for Boudica this was a long-awaited fantasy come to life. For Erica it was a sweet, but necessary moment in their game.

“Little girls.” Olympias sang, her heavy steps drew near. “Play time is in the bedroom.”

Erica stiffened, ready to be slapped, grabbed or spanked into compliance, but only found Olympias gently guiding them to the bedroom, like you’d herd ducklings. She must have been aware of some dynamic in the bedroom. She could slap the maid, and others around, but the little girl might have been off limits. Or maybe it was the bimbo? Who would hurt a bimbo?

Lucifer was already lying on his black silk sheets, naked as the GOP’s appeals to racists and facists. Where was the lingerie for men? They were only ever naked in these situations, why did women have to dress up for them, they’re the ones who want sex so damn bad.

Erica caught herself spiraling and shook the thoughts free. ‘Be in the moment, he’s daddy, you love him, he can make you feel good.’

Olympias herded them in, and crawled into bed with Lucifer. “There you go dear.” She cooed, and kissed him in the cheek. “Your daughter, her friend, free for you to play with.”

“Mmm.” The girls shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. It was invasive and impersonal. “Suck my cock Olympias, and you two, undress each other.”

It didn’t seem they’d be easing into this. All three stiffened, the instructions were clear, but the desire to follow them was absent. Olympias moved first her face was the perfect picture of concentration. If she thought about it, this was kind of humiliating to be treated like this.

“Ugh.” She still audibly expressed her displeasure as she came face to face with his cock, and began to lick and kiss the member with the same passion one would show for a slug.

“In for a penny…” Erica pulled Boudica sweater vest over her head, having a hell of a time dealing with all that hair.

“Good grief.” Lucifer scowled, and slapped his flaccid meat against Olympias’ face. “I’ve been pleasured by succubi for eons, what are you virgins bringing to the table for me right now?” If they were resisting then he'd at least have a little fun, but they were all doing this willingly, and incompetently. Where was the fun now?

“Like this.” Boudica whispered. She took Erica’s tie, and slowly started to undo the knot that kept it in place. With a tantalizing speed the silk zzzzzziped off. It was like a snake uncoiling from her neck. Erica was surprised, or delighted would be a better word for it. The slow movement, the eye contact. This felt like someone cared for her. Like they wanted to take their time enjoying her.

Her nipples stiffened.

Once the scrap of cloth was gone, Boudica rubbed it against her cheek, Erica’s cheek, then her mouth for a kiss. Erica delightedly kissed the tie, and then Boudicca transferred it to her own mouth. “Now.” Boudica husked, and brought the tie to Erica’s eyes, blindfolding her.

“Oh!” Erica let out a gasp of surprise.

“Undress me.” Boudica ordered. “Feel your way around.”

Feeling like a brat, Erica reached out and grabbed Boudica’s breasts. “Hooooonk.”

Boudica giggled, and slapped her hands away. “Try again.”

“Those are home base.” Erica reached out, and gently touched Boudica’s face. There was a slurping sound in the air. Olympias must have been making headway with Lucifer’s cock.

From the head, she reached down and put her hands on Boudica’s neck. She tugged on the girl's tie, and tried for the same erotic motion that had worked so well on her. Off the tie went. Erica discarded it, but within a moment, felt Boudica tie her wrists together with it, tight too, Erica had almost no wriggle room between her hands.

“Keep going. Boudica encouraged her, though now it felt like a trap.

Awkwardly Erica reached out and found a button. Off it went, then another, and a third. Budica’s shirt opened up, and the warmth of her skin radiated out to Erica’s hands.

That was too much for her, Erica abandoned the shirt and reached out for another grab of of Boudica’s boob. She got whatever engineering marvel kept those things afloat instead. Something Lacey and firm, and pink. She imagined it was pink. “I love girls.” Erica said aloud, it was her pinky brushing Boudica’s stomach that prompted the statement. Soft tender flesh, that she just wanted to pamper. Erica loved pillow princesses and she wanted to crown Boudica right now. She’d never eaten a hairy pussy before the lesbians at A&M were smooth as dolphins. It was the Texas air.

“Come on now.” Boudica directed her to the rest of her buttons. Pop pop pop, away they fell. “Get me shirt now.”

Erica whimpered and awkwardly reached to pull the shirt off Boudica’s shoulder. “Come on.” Then she felt something pinch her arm. “Ah!” She yelped in surprise. She paused in her movements, then realized she’d probably just caught Boudica’s nail or something. She reached out for Boudica again, but got another pinch. And then another, then a third, and finally a playful slap, no more than a tap really, but shocking to the blind.

Erica sequaled again, and retracted her hands, to her chest. She was shivering, she felt naked, though she was fully clothed sans tie. She heard the shirt hitting the ground, then what must have been the bra.

Boudica grabbed her gently, but Erica was not so trusting now. In fact she felt quite helpless and small.

And wet.

Boudicca pressed her close, and Erica’s face was engulfed in that bountiful bimbo cleavage. It felt as good as she imagined it would. All was forgiven. She nestled her face in, treasuring the give and squish of the breasts. The slurping was getting louder. Daddy was enjoy the show, that felt good too.

“Now me skirt.” Erica nodded. Boudicca let go of her and she fell to her knees, and took the skirt down with her.

She yelped again, that was all quite on accident. It was her stupid trait, it made her all clumsy. She pressed her head forward trying to hide her face more than anything. There was silk touching her face. Her hands were clutching Boudica’s legs. Pink panties, Erica imagined. She could feel the crinkle of the vibrant strands underneath. Her untamed wilds poke Rica through the thin fabric and around the edges. “I want to see it.” Erica whined, pressing her face more firmly into Boudica's mound. She breathed in deep the smell of a woman. Not as sharp and overpowering as that stank Helen was spraying around, but still delicious, it still drove her wild.

She dared to stick her tongue out, to lick the layer of silk between her and that hairy prize. Tongue, silk, and that great unseen heat, and moisture that promised Erica fun and joy. She kissed Boudica’s underlips, and, once her mouth was in place sucked on her sex and drew the redhead’s honey out like she was sucking water from a sponge.

“Woah girl.” Boudica pushed her head away.

“I want to see it.” Erica pouted. Just who was the one with uncontrollable lust here? Erica was starting to feel fooled.

“I ain’t naked yet.” Boudica said, taking Erica by the head and moving her face gently this way and that across her crotch. Erica could smell her heat, smeared across her face.

The young woman whimpered and blindly brought her hands down, taking one knee high, and then the other down, while removing Boudica’s shoes as well. Erica patted around, feeling naked toes, checking for any lingering clothing.

Panties, she felt the panties. She fumbled for them but felt them zip out of her hands. Boudica had stepped out of them and Erica already had her mouth open to Boudica’s mound when she felt the wet and soft pair of knickers enter her mouth.

Gross!

Erica made a displeased noise, but was hoisted to her feet. She immediately lost balance and started to fall over. Then a **** pulled her back. That brought another unpleasant feeling of falling, but she landed on Boudica, or at least the squish of breasts of comparable size. She whimpered again, but since she was propped up against the redhead, she felt stable. “He’s loving this.” Boudica’s hot breath sent tingles’s down half of Erica’s body. “You’re doing great.”

‘He’s loving this?’ Erica thought. She didn’t think any girl who wasn’t Minerva Mink could make her this horny. She’d, unfortunately, discovered that there was a stage of honry beyond even this, though she knew that was now reserved for Daddy.

Erica’s hands were tied in front of her, so there was only one way that vest was coming off.

Riiiiiip

And the shirt.

Riiiiiip.

And her teeny tiny bra.

Riiiiiip.

Now, she felt exposed. She was shivering, whining, hyper excited. Boudica only grazed her dark nipples, and she moaned. She just wanted to die. She just wanted to get fucked. This teasing, this game, it was ****. Was this her life now? Powerless sex. She was **** last week, and Boudica had such control over her. She felt clumsy, and weak, and stupid, and so horny. She’d bedded down girls in the past, she thought she was going to walk Boudica through this, be her guide. What was this?

What the hell was this?

“OoooohOooohoh!” Whoever that horny slut was must have been a pathetic sight. The whine, the three octaves of pleasure, the squeal.

‘That was my voice’ She despaired.

Boudica’s fingers were in her.

In her panties.

Trick or treat.

Boudica must have been holding all her weight. She was boneless, back arched, trying to meld with Boudica as her fingers fucked her.

And then, just as quickly she was empty and her skirt and panties were at her feet and she was being thrown and bent over the bed. Cool silk electrified her nipples, and her poor cunny shivered in the Aspin air.

With a sense that was hard to identify Erica felt Boudica walk up behind her. She hoped with a strap on, she'd gotten plenty of experience with Helen yesterday. Erica hoped she'd benefit from the fruits of that labor.

But no.

Instead she only felt Boudica, unbuckle her boots, and slide them and her socks off.

Now she was naked, unless you counted blind folds.

No, no even that was gone.

Boudica lifted it away from Erica's eyes, and she saw that she was at the Devil's feet. He was smiling at her pleased with a show. Nonverbal approval strummed her pussy, but it was a numb kind of foreplay. She craved his words. Olympias was giving her the goose eye as well, though she was wholly occupied figuring out the mechanics of a blowjob. He head was at least moving up and down, but Erica knew that it was Boudica and her show that was the reason for the woody.

"Good girl." He purred. "That was a wonderful show."

Erica moaned, and sunk into the bed, the pleasure from those words alone would have been enough to satisfy her for the night. "Say it again?" She sighed, suddenly fufilled.

"Earn it." He prompted her, but pulling his dick out of Olympias' mouth. "Show Olympias how a daughter sucks her Daddy's cock.

Yuck. Those words alone were enough to turn her off. Plus... well... fucking a dick was way less lesbian than sucking one. She didn't know how that could be true, but it was. To put that thing in the part of her body that created thoughts, was a daunting and frankly disgusting prospect. Especailly when there was a as of yet unseen bimbo pussy Erica was dying to taste.

Of course, this was Harem Hotel, and everything had to be awful. So Olympias grabbed Erica by a pig tailed, and pulled her between Satan's leg, before placing his dick in her mouth, and manually pumping Erica's skull until she took up the motion on her own.

Boudica

Queen of The Iceni

"That that's when I knew Erica was going to kill the meanie."

"Isn't she pathetic Erica?" Lucifer asked Erica. "She's so **** for my approval, she'll help you replace her. Be thankful you aren't a useless old hag like her baby."

To her side Olympias moaned, Erica could tell she was touching herself. Words have power, she knew that better than anyone.

The only pleasure Lucifer could have been getting from this was making a lesbian suck his dick. Erica had no technique, or motivation to the process. She formed a ring with her lips, and up an down it went. Hopefully until he got bored and went to bed.

Boudica squeezed in next to her on the bed, and seemingly saving her from the process took the dick out of Erica's mouth and into her own. "I hear this can be done without piss." She announced between bobs.

"Come on girls." Lucifer encouraged. "You've got to want it, work for those points."

On command, Olympias leaned forward and swallowed up Lucifer's balls, which he liked. Boudica still had his shaft that she was working, and Erica had nothing. She just laid there lame and intimidated. Then remembering that she'd basically sold her soul to be here, she did the unthinkable. She kissed Olympias, and suck one of Lucifer's testicles out of her mouth so she could so suck on it.

Not satisfied to just suck on one ball, Olympias let it drop from her mouth, and licked at Lucifer's shaft. Boudica must have been in the mood to share, or just understood the momentum of the moment, because she pulled her head, away and let Olympias have her go.

Boudica couldn't quite maneuver her way to Lucifer's balls, so with her breath hot with dick, she licked at Erica. Her cheek her neck. It gave her goose bumps, and encourage Erica to scoop up the second ball as well, and move the two around in her mouth.

Lucifer was really getting somewhere now, because he was moaning, Erica could just make out a 'good girl' from his hips, which pretty much cemented Erica's desire to become the world's best ball licker. She'd suddenly found a new passion, and put her tongue and lips into providing him with all the pleasure she could.

The redhead must have thought there were too many cooks in the kitchen, because she wandered down the bed, and in between Erica's legs. She got Erica into a kneeling position, so she could slide under her and begin eating the girl out. It was clear she was as passionate about it, as Erica had been about sucking cock, but she was doing it.

For the points, maybe, but there was something more than the mechanical movements of a person looking for points. This was more than Olympias' plot. She could tell in the way she was Exploring Erica's sex, she wanted this. Or at least wanted Erica to feel good. It was so sweet.

Lucifer was switching between his praise of Erica, and his condemnation of Olympias. Two different methods that seemed to have the same results. Olympias was wildy **** down that dick now, saw with Erica and the balls. Never had a dick been given such affection. "That's enough." Lucifer hissed, finally sounding pleased. "Olympias get on. I'm going to cum in you."

"What?" The giant gasped, coming up from air.

"Hurry, before I find a sock, or rag, or something more useful than your filthy hole." That got her going, and sliding down onto his pole.

"Ooooh this feels familiar." She gasped, remembering the ghost in the ball room. Her assaulter was back, and he was ready to bust.

"What about me Daddy?" Erica fucking hated the voice she'd used to ask that. Olympias was stealing their night! Well... in for a penny. "I want your cum! It's my night!" She tried whining, throwing a fit, being the little girl the show wanted her to bed. "It's not fair! I want it! I want it!"

"You can have it." He grunted, Olympias was raising up and down on him with a passion he didn't know she could muster. But it turned out when properly motivated... that body really was something. "Lick it out of Olympias when I'm done."

Erica suddenly wished her friend hadn't wanted to be so generous with her mouth, because Boudica made her cum at the exact moment that order entered her mind.

Kiss The crown +3

Fours A Crowd +5

First +5

Ride Em Cowgirl! +4

First +4

Olympias 27VP (+21)

Fours A Crowd +5

First! +5

Lips So Kissable (Erica) +1

Helping Hand (Erica) +2

Kiss The Crown (Erica) +3

Boudica 49VP (+16)

Kiss The Crown +3

Fours a Crowd +5

First +5

Erica 99VP (+13)