The Third Challenge

That final treat was another milkshake, some coffee colored confection, with a cinnamon stick, and s chocolate wafer. With nothing left to spin, she picked it up, and drained it down. She was creaming her pants waiting to see what would happen to her. Mark Anthony looked on with interest. Too. Though his dick was fucking broken until she tucked another BP in there. He could still mentally appreciate what he'd been looking at during this game, and his brain bonder was full-on raging.

Her tits began to slosh, as they grew larger in her top. They also began to sag down her chest, and it wasn't in equal measures. Boudica's breasts sagged, because they were huge, unstopable fuck bags. Cleo's began to sack because the tendons and muscles in her chest, where tired and weren't able to hold the sizable breasts as high as they might for a young woman. Though this wasn't clear immediately, it became so, for observant onlookers.

The hands are always the first to go, the skin there became thinner, and and wrinkled up. She observed this with interest, the digits still slicked with her nectar. Wrinkles soon started appearing all over her body. Her eyes, already so heavily made up became to show a few cracks, as wise looking crow feet formed on the edges. Her hair faded into a soft ashey color, mostly black, but streaked with grey.

"I can't see much." She confessed, and looked to Mark Anthony. "Is it good? Am I a dignified older woman."

"You look amazing my love, the gem of the Nile." He wasn't just being polite. Cleopatra did make for a dignified middle aged woman, but that cupcape didn't take her years away and not give anything back. Her breasts and ass, though now both sagging some, has balooned in sighed, and make her once elegant dress looking like a hoocie dress! It hugged all her ample curves, and looked sexy as hell.

"Cleopatra let out a low throaty purr and turned to the table. "Someone please, give me a BP so I can sleep with this horny young man here."

"Sorry Granny." Boudica giggled. "You've got to fund your own cradle robbery."|

Olympias smiled. "Give Helen a hug, and a kiss, and I'll give you a point."

"It's a deal." Cleo smiled, her lips looking thinner. "Oh little miss house class, come give Auntie Cleo a kiss."

Helen was game. Still under the effect of her cuck trait, everyone above her was attractive no matter, their age. So she scampered off of Eve, and gave Cleo a nice wet kiss, which was met with more drunk whooping, and a hug to match.

Lips So Kissable +1

In Your Arms +1

Helen 4VP

And though none of them had ended the night, looking as they had when it started, they all felt a bit more familiar with one another. The constants changing and flux of personalities had been with them from the start, so the little game that made a mockery of their bodies was in fact something familiar. Something Communal. Though none of them shared the same dreams, or goals, or morals, there was at least this horrid game and its insipid master. The only real thing they had in common.

In a weird way, it prepped them, for the schism tomorrow's game would bring down on them all.

--- Tomorrow ---

“No more,” Helen whined and turned her face away from Olympias, who was holding her on her lap.

“I’m sorry Helen, just one more.” She had a banana nut muffin in her hand. She’d plucked it from the intelligence side of the buffet, along with four other items, to get Helen back to at least a functioning level of intelligence.”

“Helen, full Olympias!” The Princess kicked her legs and tried to escape, but nothing was getting away from the Amazon.

“Sit still, darling.” Olympias gritted. She took that muffin and crammed it into the pretty Princess’s mouth.

“Mwhy mow frull.” Helen moaned, slowly chewing the thing with large open-mouthed bites. When it was safe to swallow, she did only for Olympias to shove the rest inside.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay.” Olympias cooed, rubbing Helen’s full, slightly distended belly. “I’m here to take care of you. I won’t let you be eliminated.”

“Ugh.” Helen swallowed and smacked her lips. “I feel like I’m gonna burst.”

“Mmm there we go.” Olympias kissed the princess on her cheek. “You’re using your words again.” She patted Helen’s tummy and sat her down on her feet.

“I do feel a little less like a dummy.” She scratched her head. “This is so weird.” She wiped a bit of drool from her mouth. “It felt like all my thoughts were moving through porridge and only the simplest ones could make it to the other side.” She paused and looked over at Olympias, a blush rose up her face. This scary fucking woman took such care of her all week, wiped up her drool, got her dressed, fed her. Helen wrapped the woman up in a hug, almost in tears. “Thanks for taking care of me Olympias. Once these buffs wear off I’m going to be an idiot again… so thank you for being there for me.”

Olympias stiffened like a board, she wasn’t comfortable with shows of affection, but this… this was nice. She returned the hug. “Of course Helen, and don’t go talking about yourself like that. We’ve got a contest today. Once you win, you’ll be back to normal.”

Helen shrugged. “Meh, I don’t really feel like competing today. I’ll just try and get some points being all sexy, you know?”

“I see you’re still a little bit of a dummy. Helen you have to compete. If you make last place you’ll be even farther behind than last week, and I had a hard enough time saving you this week.”

“But it’s boooooooring! I want to watch cartoons.”

“Helen! You will compete! Do you understand me?”

“I don’t want to!”

Olympias let her hand fly, and smacked Helen hard enough on her bum to lift her into the air. “You’re competing and that’s final.”

The pain seemed to snap her out of her mood. Suddenly all the apathy drained away from her. It was replaced with the sudden realization that if she lost she’d be transformed into some kind of sex demon for eternity, or she’d be stuck as Olympias’ giggling drooling pet for another week! “You’re right! I don’t know what I was thinking! I need to win!”

“That’s the spirit.” She rubbed Helen’s bum. “Sorry about that.”

“No, I needed it. Jeepers, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

"My love, we must use your trait on Eve, this may be our one chance to get her out of the way. If this challenge is pass-fail, then if she doesn't compete, she's eliminated. Her trait be damned. I know, my love. I know your heart is heavy due to Helen's plight, and I know that these tactics do not sit well with you. But you must understand in the scales of justice, saving all the universe vastly outweighs the cost of..."

"Joan." Erica said firmly. "I'm on board with the mission." She shook her head. "I never wasn't. But you can't expect me to be happy, and carefree about what this show is doing to these women. Okay? So no more lectures about duty or whatever, okay? I need you to trust me, and know that I have the mission in mind, but I need you to be a friend to me as I'm going through this shit okay? Because my opponent is the literal devil."

Joan's eyes watered a bit, before breaking into a smile. "Of course, you brilliant child. I know the cold comforts of duty to the lord. From my deepest heart, I apologize. I have not been a friend. This situation... it is tricky. I'm sorry Erica, I will not doubt you again. In a little over a month, the world will be ours."

"Good." Erica nodded her head. "Now, let's get lazy." She went over to Eve and tapped her on her shoulder. "I see your hair grew back."

Even giggled and ran her fingers through her mane. "Thank goodness for that! Are chairs more uncomfortable now?" She flicked her eyes, to Erica's smaller ass.

"Oh my goodness having all that extra padding was nice. Say, are you going to put any effort into the challenge today? I'm thinking about blowing it off, you know, using our trait to gain some easy points."

"What?" Eve gasped. "Erica, don't do that, Skylar said..."

"Eve." Erica shook her head. "Don't tell me you actually believe what Skylar says, you of all people."

"What? I...."

"She just said that to get us all to do our best in the challenge, it's good for her ratings if we're all out there fighting for our lives."

Eve's eyes slowly started to hood. Erica recognized the bored look creeping into her expression. It's the same one that had doomed Helen, only this one would was a guaranteed elimination. "If I just goof of... it would make this episode worse... and she'd hate that." She smiled faintly.

"Plus, you'll still get your points. Your lead is so big anyway."

"Yeah..." Eve nodded. "I can just relax this round and annoy Skylar..."

"That's my plan too." Erica gave her a conspiratorial wink, like the two of them were in on some grand secret.

The spotlights came up, and our Punky host greeted the world with a radiant smile. Her lip ring glistens in the light. “Welcome whores and Wastrals, Harem hotel is back with the third competition of the season, and you can cut the tension with a knife!”

The camera pans around and sow the audience that they're in a theater. It zooms in on our bevy of babes, sitting in the audience, with the backdrop of a a full house. This was their third challenge, and the novelty of the horror should have been gone by now. But they all knew the stakes for this round, so the tension was running high.

Their treats from last night had all worn off, and the lot of them returned to their normal bodies. Though now they were loaded with buffs, from that very dining room. When you life was up to the room, no precaution was too much.

"We've had our ups, and downs, so let's put some points on the board, and see where everyone's landed this week!"

Eve VP 39 BP1

Nzinga VP 27 BP 1

Diaochan VP 24 VP 8

Erica VP 20 BP3

Olympias VP 11 BP 9

Cleopatra VP 10 BP 0

Boudica VP 5 BP 6

Helen VP 4 BP 5

“There we go folks, what an exciting few days, let’s see here…”

“Eve reclaiming her rightful spot at the top of the pile by letting her master use her while she slept, a massive gain on her parts, then she used a few points to upgrade The Buffet!”

“Second Place we got Nzinga, who found plenty of treasure with her newest trait. She’s sucked her way into second place and was the first the claim the above and beyond achievement, which is of course to make love to the master in a way that is not quite so human anymore. She was given five bonus points by Boudica, which she used to upgrade The Finest Taste one rank.”

“Next up is Diaochan, who hasn’t done squat this round. A sad thing to see for our star from last week.”

Diaochan raised her hand. “Before you move on, I’d like to transfer 10% of my Victory Points to Erica.”

Skylar froze. “Excuse me?”

“The rules state I can transfer 10% of my points each round to a player of my choice, I chose Erica.”

“Oh… you’re right, that rule almost never gets used…um okay, Erica raises to 20 points.”

The young woman looked over to Diaochan, but the beauty never even looked her way and obviously wasn’t interested in providing explanations. Erica wasn’t going to argue with the result, but she did suddenly feel like she was indebted to Wrath and her maids.

“Fine then, Erica also didn’t do much this week, just blasted Emo music with her new headphones, which cost her a pretty penny, seven points. It’s not easy being a loser, huh honey?”

“Olympias didn’t gain any points this week, she was much too busy taking care of Helen. Helen Gained 9 points over the course of the week, raising Olympias to 14 BP, five of which she gave Nzinga, putting her at nine.”

“Oh.” Olympias smiled at this. “I’m glad you reminded me.” She took out her phone, and tapped on it.

Upgrade!

Mistress on Deck+ : The Amount of time slaves must stand attention is extended. Furthermore, Pride can assign a phrase the slaves must shout when she comes into a room.

“Perfect.” Olympias beamed. “I like this trait.”

The others sweated and were mildly worried about what the third rank would give her. Just another reason to stop Helen from getting points.

“Very Good Olympias, down to four.”

“Cleopatra gave The Master A blowjob, and traded all her BP for an eye-catching dress, and a night with her hubby. Welcome to the show Mark Anthony, we’re delighted to have you on board.” She gestured to the handsome man in a suit that was on stage with her. He appeared to be part of the act.

“Boudica is the worst bimbo and history, and still hasn’t earned a single point from the master. Big shock she’s in second to last place. She did, however, persue a strategy of appeasement with the audience, and sacrificed five more precious swear words, for the chance at their favor. Trading five points for the possibility that they’ll like you more this round? What does that make you, Boudica?”

“A stupidhead.” Boudica growled out, against her will.

“Finally, we have sweet, sweet brainless Helen, a fine example of how cruel the audience could be. She started in the negatives this week, but thanks to a whole lot of dealing, has managed to scrape together four whole points, wait to go girl. I noticed you’re not drooling today.”

“No way.” Helen announced. “I’m um… almost as smart as I was before you all gave me that trait. Just enough brains to jump ahead in the rankings after today’s competition.”

“That’s the spirit. Well folks, that’s the state of play, so are we ready to move on to the main event?”

A canned sound effect of people clapping and cheering came over the stage.

“Perfect.” She gestured out with her hands, and the camera pans out to reveal she’s on a theater stage, and all the girls are sitting in the audience. Satan is at a table, like American Idol, and there’s a spot for Skylar, and… you! There’s a laptop that cycles through a thousand different pictures of audience members watching the event live!

“We’re on our third event, and you girls have all gotten to know each other. The dynamic is pretty set, now it’s time for you all to realize that this game is serious! You don’t just want the mater’s approval, it’s not just nice to have, you need it! This is survival! Only a few of you have been smart enough to go after it from the start, and they’re prospering. The rest of you are in danger of falling into the negatives this week, and could be out by as early as next round. You all need to learn that a seat at The Master’s feet, is a precious spot one other women would be willing to risk anything for. Erica would you mind coming up on stage?”

Not really a question because the young goth, floated up like a feather on the wind.

“We are such twenties.” Skylar gushed and rubbed her cheek against the young woman’s. Their dark eyeliner was matched and styled in the same way. “As you all know, Erica is our lazy little loser and Daddy’s special little girl. She’s our sloth, but she hasn’t gotten one point from Satan, just a little hug from Stan.”

A memorial picture of Stand popped up on Screen. RIP Stan Jan 16th 2022 - Jan 25th 2022.

“Maybe it’s time we switch you out with someone a little more dedicated to being lazy, hmm?”

A trap door on the stage opened up, and violins began to strum and play. The spot lights focused on this single spot. Up from the depths of the stage came a young woman, who was lounged out on a brilliant quilt. She was surrounded by, and lounging on Stuffed animals. She was wearing a ridiculously floofy dress, of lace, and other soft materials, embroidered with jewels. Her blond hair was styled into a high updo and decorated with pearls. She was gorgeous, with blue eyes and the tiniest ruby lips, that seemed to always be pouting. She was pale, almost ghostly, and her chipmunk cheeks were bulging as she frantically chewed on something and swallowed, just in time for the elevator to come to a stop. “Let them eat cake!” She announced from her blanket and struck a cutsie pose.

The audience that filled the rest of the theater cheered, and laughed, and clapped their hands. The contestants all had to pick their jaws up off the floor.

Mark Anothony held a microphone up to his mouth, and struck a pose. “Introducing ladies, and gentlemen your challenger for the Sin of Sloth! The Headless Heroine! The countess of Confections, the virgin of Versailles! She dinned at banquets while her country starved, Marie Antionette!”

The audience went wild. And the silly little girl, rolled around on her quilt and posed with her stuffed animals. “Silly little me, raise a finger for peasants? Never! Aren’t I cute? Don’t you want to feed me cake?” She went a barrage of winks and kisses at the cameras, and hearts filled the eyes of many crew members.

“What is this?” Erica was stunned. “I’m getting replaced?”

Skylar laughed. “That’s not up to me, it’s up to the audience! This week’s competition is going to be a costume contest. Each of you will be given a role to fulfill in the harem, chef, maid, pet, wife, and you’ll have fifteen minutes to run back stage, and gather up your sexiest interpretation of this role. You’ll come out on stage, model for us a little bit, and the audience will grade your performance.”

Erica sighed. “Then who the hell is she?”

“Marie Antionette, weren’t you listening?” The plush doll on the quilty hugged a teddy bear tight, and pouted with those big blue eyes.

“That’s the twist Erica.” Skylar was vibrating. “We’ve found Eight more sinful souls who are willing to compete on Harem Hotel. You eight were chosen over them in the first round of casting, but some of them were just too good to throw away. So you’ll each be competing against one of them in this costume contest. You with Marie, here, and your friends with the rest. Whoever Wins will go on to compete in the rest of the game like normal, the loser is eliminated!”

“Wait!” Nzinga was on her feet. “You’re saying that… all of us could be out, by the end of this?”

Skylar nodded, her eyes manic with joy. “Mhm! You don’t sound like you have much confidence on your other contests!” She started laughing, like a mad woman. “Erica’s the crowd favorite, so she at least should be safe! Hahaha, but I know why you’re worried Nzinga!”

The king slumped down into hear seat.

They all did. This crowd was so fickle, who among tham hadn’t been at the bottom at some point? Erica was the only thing they were consistent about. Boudica might be fine, Cleo too, but the rest of them?

“This is bad.” Helen sighed. She’d just spent the whole week fighting for her life, and already she was getting thrown back into the wood chipper.

“Don’t look so glum.” Skylar said, kindly. “We chose you over them once, now it’s time to show us that we were right for having faith in you. Prove to us, you’re the most sinful women television has to offer.” The crowed was howling with excitement, ready to get on with the action.“Now.” Skylar’s eyes were shining. “Do you want to know what you’re playing for? Other than, power, position, and avoiding a fate worse than ****?”

Crickets.

“Okay!” Skylar waved her hand, and a watermelon appeared on stage. “This is the watermelon of wealth. Whoever gets this sweet summer treat will be rewarded with… 5…10…20….100 BP!”

Helen

Princess if Troy

“This round keeps getting crazier!”

Olympias

Mother of Alexander the Great

“I could buy so many cute outfits for Helen!”

“Hahahahaha!” A crazed laughter filled the the room. Slowly the camera panned past each of the contestants until it landed on Cleopatra, who had an impossibly big smile on her face. She was drooling like that watermelon was the first food she’d seen in weeks. “I want it.” She hissed. “I want it! I WANT IT!”

“Then you best pull out all the stop! You hear me?”

Erica felt hot breath on her neck. She turned around and saw Joan had materialized, only her face was completely red, and she was grinding her teeth. “Joan?”

“I will compete for this round Erica. As a French peasant, it’s my responsibility to send this Hapsburg Hussy back to hell!”

“No.” Erica grabbed her hand. “We’ll both take her!”

“Two Versus one?” Skylar jumped into the air and did a kick excited to finally have Joan on the field and susceptible to corruption. “What do you have to say about that, Marie?”

The plushy girl let out a biiiiig yawn. “When is nap time? Silly little Marie is all tuckered out.”

“Aww poor girl, all sleepy from her trip back to Earth. Well let’s not delay, and send you on your way! Ladies, your prompt couldn’t be sweeter, and it’s something Erica better get used to. Your the Harem’s Little Girl.”

———

Erica

Avatar of Joan of Arc

“Ah yes, the famous age play, section of the harem. Arabian nights is just full of that stuff.”

——-

“Erica your dressing room is stage right, Marie you’re stage left. You both have fifteen minutes to come up with a costume and an argument for why you should be, your master’s little girl! Allez! Cuisine!”

——-

Marie Antoinette

Queen of France

“Bonjour, darlings! I am your once and future Sloth. Aren’t I cute?”

“You sure are. It’s nice to finally have a contestant who suits my sensibilities. I just want to eat you up.”

“Merci!”

“Now I should warn you, you already have my vote, but the audience is very fond of Erica. How are you going to peel them away?”

“I’m obviously cuter than her, so looks alone I should win. But when the audience sees my performance, they shall see, that I’m all in on this game and ready to win!”

The dressing room wasn’t lacking in anything. It seemed roughly the size of an airplane hanger. When she came in Erica spotted a prominent clock on a wall. Its second hand moved like a thousand elephants were dragging behind it.

“Time is dilated in here,” Joan said, her voice echoing down the endless rows.

“I guess we’ve got time to plan then.” Erica started rummaging through the costumes. This is it.” She sighed. “I’ve been avoiding it until now, but I’m finally going to have to do something sexy.” She didn’t feel sexy in her adult body. How was she supposed to pull this off as a teen?

“I’m here to help.” Joan shifted through some accessories. She found a series of faux piercings and costume jewelry. “Marie will try to do something cute, but we’ve seen with your trait Satan would prefer his daughter dress like you are now. Maybe we lean into the goth look?”

“Maybe, I think that’s called a brat, a little girl who needs to be disciplined.”

“Ugh, this is all so vulgar. If you are zhe little girl, who am I? We already play the sisters.”

“Big sister? I don’t know I’m eighteen and older sister is just… an adult, I dunno.”

“Maybe I am zhe good sister?”

“Oooh preppy and goth?”

“Oui.”

“I think that’s good. Let’s find a wig, we need you in pigtails.”

Joan looked disgusted. “This is a disgrace, I am a saint. To sexualize me like this.”

“We must endure,”Erica said, not without a hint of sadistic pleasure. It was her who finally got to push these humiliations onto Joan, and with her own words.

Joan looked taken aback. The view from heaven must have obscured the horrors of Erica’s situation to her, but now she saw the toll it was taking. “Oui you are right.” She gave a determined nod. “I will go without zhe panties."

If you have a suggestion for what costume/ role you want the girls to dress up as, please let me know in the comments.