Travelers

“Eve! Eve! Eve!” Boudica was pounding on the door of Eve’s suite. She’d beaten the sun, half the lodge was still asleep but not if she kept hollering like that.

It was Erica who answered the door, sleepy eyed and wearing socks and a too large sleeping tee. “Boubou?” She yawned sleepily. “Are you here to apologize?”

“Snuggle off!” The red head roared and picked her up by the hips. She hung Erica from a nearby light fixture with her shirt, ran inside and closed the door behind herself.

Boudica ran to Eve’s balcony falling down the steps as she went. She was like a collapsing doll. She rose to her feet a moment later, and began jumping on Eve’s bed. “Eve! Eve! Ya gotta wake up!”

Eve stirred, and in a flash was a giggling mess all too happy to jump along with Boudica. “Omg babe! Good morning! Did you like, come to have the sweetest snuggles with me?”

Boudica began to giggle too, as they jumped along. “No! Even better!”

“Hard to believe! We have such fun foofies!”

“And tooshies.” Boudica giggled. Uh oh, she could feel her brain turning to bubblegum. “Way way better! I found out how to win the game!”

“Score points! Waawhoo!”

This bed jumping method was not proving productive. Boudica tackled Eve onto her bed, and the two bimbos began to make out. The enthusiasm was contagious, literally in some senses. Eve’s large room became an opera hall for all the wet sounds their bimbofied pussies and bodies could make together. Boudica was sinking in mounds of tit and ass. Fingers and fists went wherever they damn well pleased with no resistance. Cheers greeted every act.

All the w Erica was at the door screaming and begging them to let her in and join.

Boudica was so busy squeezing pleasure out of every Oriface that she forgot to put a block on orgasms. She just giggled, sucked on Eve’s nipple, and squeezed Eve’s fist inside of her foofie.

“Did we win?” Eve asked once Boudica laid half conscious, and sweaty.

The redhead groaned. “No, we don’t have the apple…”

“Apple?” Eve giggled and pulled Boudica’s hips up to her mouth. “What about our melons and peaches? To make her point she stated eating out Boudica’s juicy cunt.

Boudica groaned. “No, no stop.” She drunkenly pushed the blonde away. She stumbled to her feet, and dragged Eve to the window. There like a second sun the red glow if that final fruit greeted them. It hung heavily from the tree.

“Pretty!”

Boudica agreed. “That’s the wish, and it’s right here. All you have to do is climb up there and take it!”

——-

With the help of Eve’s map Cleopatra, Stan and Marie were able to grab Molly out of the void and and walk the paths inbetween. The space between worlds was a purplish, red, and warm place, with a large extended thumping occuring at regular intervals. There was no path or landmarks to follow, just the paces Eve had laid out for them. “Go straight for 13 paces, then turn to 9 O’clock proceed for fifty paces.”

“Think anything lives out here?” Marie asked as she watched her slides pad across what was only a vague sense of a ground.

“I’m sure things die out here.” Stan responded.

“What’s that noise?” Molly asked, meaning the rhythmic thumping sound.

“Sounds like a heartbeat.” Cleopatra mused. “I wonder what Eve saw when she looked in here, maybe it’s some great body, and these are the veins.”

“We’ll have to ask her when we get back.”

“Indeed.”

Then in the vast nothingness they spotted a single lanolium tile on the ground.

“We’re getting close.” Cleo smiled and approached the tile it. As she drew near they noticed more behind that tile. A first they were sparse like grass in the desert, but soon they came together in clumps. Their excitement to be done with the void drove them to a sprint. They ran along the clumps of tiles jumping from one piece of solid ground to the next, until their was no void for them to touch. The tile was a complete floor now, and it lead into a hallway.

Now they grew cautious and approached it like the deathtrap it surely was. The hallways seemed as vast as the void, but soon it was lit lights, and a gentle music wafted through speakers. There were pictures on the wall of handsome men and women posing outside various hotels. One Read “Coming Soon: Harem Hotel: Fantasy Land.” and next to that one Molly, Stan, and Marie all recognized Skylar’s true form standing in front of Cinderella’s castle at Disney World, alongside another blonde who had almost a foot of height on Skylar, and a pair of breasts even she’d be satisfied with. “Coming Soon: Harem Hotel: When You Wish Upon A Star.”

Stan’s stomach churned. “She’s already planning her next move.”

“And the next, and the next, and the next.” Cleopatra was dumbstruck. “Look at how many posters there are.”

Molly frowned. “That’s nine ruined lives each.”

“At least.”

There was the sound of high heels on tile, and the four of them spotted a smart looking lady in a pencil skirt, and blouse heading their way. She had her hair up in a bun, and had bright red lips. Though the genes gifted to them by Eve screamed at them to run, they all held their ground, and the woman gave a warm smile. “Are you here to inquire about our long awaited Season in Disneyland?” Her voice was cheery, but soulless in some way. Like a windup doll.

“Um…” Molly looked to Stan.

“Yes we are!” Cleopatara, realized what she’d already known. She was going to be the only person on this mission worth anything. The rest of them were a bunch of well meaning dullards. “Are you able to answer questions about the host?”

“Of course. I have all information you’d ever want to know about any Host!”

Marie jumped up. “What’s her weakness?”

“Unknown.” The woman beamed at the stoner.

Molly spoke next. “On Skylar’s first season, the one with the club. She was working for a Host.”

The woman nodded. “Babs of course, a host from the golen age. Very popular and the drivng **** in some of Harem Hotel’s most iconic and important series. She chose to do a spin off as a way to find new talent, and struck gold with Karen and Skylar, who’ve both gone on to have massive careers. Until **** Do us Party may have been her last production, but her impact on the industry is still felt to this day!”

“Is she alive?” Stan tried.

“Affirmative. She resides in our retirement community with all the other hosts Without a show.”

Pulses were quickening. “Is that… here?” Molly tried. Hoping they wouldn’t have to venture back into the void.

“Of course! Harem Hotel prides itself on all aspects of it’s world being done in house! From birth to **** Hosts and their crew have all their needs met here!” she tilted her head to the side, and produced a colorful pamphlet. “Would you like a map?”

Everyone looked to Cleopatra, who just rolled her eyes and held out her hadn. “Put it on the stack.”

——-

“Boudica there you are!”

The redhead was try to make herself seem, and act casual in the lounge. All the while her heart was pumping. Eve had agreed to go through with it. At this very moment she was climbing the tree.

The end was in sight.

Boudica didn’t know, what victory would look like, or how Eve would wish, but that didn’t matter.

She won.

She was smarter than all these other cunts, and had figured it out.

Skylar had lost.

Satan had lost.

She had won.

“Randy.” She made the conscious decision to grant him a smile. He’d done good work for her. He’d actually come through and the world was going to be saved thanks to his big dick antics. “Have a seat, we’d got something to drink to.”

He looked a little concerned, she loved seeming the confident stud who’d seduced her reduced to such a state on her hour if victory, but she only had a free hours of bimbo left and she was hoping his dick would be involved in some way.

Eventually it seemed he found the courage to speak. He looked up at her, and what she thought had been fear in his eyes, was actually something she admired… bloodlust.

“Boudica, I think I found a way to burn this place down.”

She did not hesitate. “I’m in.”

—--

“You know when I asked you to help me burn the whole thing down, it was really just a taunt because I knew you’d be too much of a dickless coward to try.” Boudica announced staring into the infinte expanse of the void.

Randy smiled. “But…?”

The redhead turned to him. “But what?”

“You thought I was a coward, but then…”

“What? What? What?” Boudica threw her hands up. “Yer showin’ me a fuckin’ door, what do you want a trophy?”

“I told you.” He grabbed her arm and spoke in a hushed voice. “This will take us to where they all live. The heart of the operation.”

Boudica nodded her head knowingly. “So I can bash their brains in while they sleep… with a rock. Randy you’re a genius!”

“No!” He smiled. “Better than that!”

Her eyes were sparkling. “Slit their throats?”

He shook her. “Skylar is out of the world, she’d filiming a show tonight. It’s going to be on live television. I’m talking billions of people watching. We’re going to get you up on the stage, and have you tell everyone what’s happeing to you guys.”

Boudica raised one of her thick eyebrows. “Ain’t they been watchin’?”

“It’s all edited. They don’t hear your thoughts, they don’t know your pain. They just see the screaming, and the sex.”

“Think I’d rather just kill a few people.”

“Boudica.” Randy shook his head. “They’ll just make more hosts, more shows. The only way this awful network gets taken out, is if people stop watching.”

“Or they all die.”

“You don’t think people will listen to you.”

“I think they’ve been watching, how much is enough until people act?”

“I don’t know, but at some point they will have enough. I was all in on this show, a month ago, and, and I had enough.”

The queen looked at him, her lips perced into a sad kind of grimace. She was till so incandescently mad at him, she could hardly stand to look at his face. But he had been helping, he snuck into Skylar’s room, got her that video, and now this. “Randy…”

He gave her a smile, knowing that her next words were going to be pity, and he couldn’t stomach that from her. “Plus once they see one of her girls escaped, The Producers are going to Cancel Skylar whether the audience listens or not.

—--

“The retirment community is in the section of the complex called, ‘Archives.’ Cleopatra ran her finger along the complex maze of hallways and studio over to where they are now.

“Beats The Vilage.” Marie chuckled.

They’d been prepared for a horrid castle filled with, who knows what? Chandeliers made of dicks. But this place was so corporate, and banal it boggled the mind. Their expectation had been that the denizens of this realm would attack them like white blood cells. Wrong again. The people that lived here, smiled at them, and asked if they needed help.

There were tours of families, and other people being shown the history and hits this studio. Throngs of fans would surround one person or another as he regaled them with a story about how he’d been drinking with so-and-so. Their empire was so monumentally evil, and disgusting, and the people behind it put on suits and ties, and drank by water coolers.

The i of it all did disturb them, but even here The Producers were a shadow ****. Only refered to, but never seen, or shown. The only sign that they existed were their legend, and their names prominently displayed under each production. Only none of the team could read the names.

A poster would read:

Producer:

Then a cloud of blurry nothingness would cloud their vision, and the viewer would gasp as a migraine cut through their skull for as long as they tried to dechiper the text. Audio was much the same, just a loud scrreching sound, and someone speaking an Aramaic.

“Skylar said they’re friends with Satan.” Stan said after they were all crippled by a migraine from a bragging costume designer.

“Do you think the producers are demons?” Molly asked.

“I figured they were like skylar.” Cleopatra said. “Just powerful magicians.”

Marie chucked. “Neither god, nor angel, nor human, but something else.”

Molly furrowed her brow, there was a familiar looking blond woman in pink heading down the hall. She was being swarmed by photographers and fans trying to take a selfie with her. She took all of this on with a smile.

Where did she recognize her? From the posters? Yes! It was the one for…

“Oh no.” Molly suddenly started walking in the opposite direction.

“What?” Stan caught up to her, and the other two followed.

“I just saw Skylar.”

“Skylar?” Marie cried. Doors and hallways were rapidly passing them by as they blazed forward.

Everyone tried not to look back. “Let’s go in here.” Cleopatra held open a door for the group. “Just let her pass by.”

“What’s she even doing here?” Marie moved into the next room, where there was a woman waiting for them. She could have been a clone for the woman from before. She smiled and handed out a pamphlet, and a card with a number on it. “Filming will begin soon.”

“Nope nope nope.” Stan shook his head. “Pull out.” Who the hell knew what they were filming?

Cleopatra pushed him in. “She’s right behind us.”

Molly was the last in. For a moment she convulsed like she was having a seizure. Her sports top vanished replaced with a black shirt that read. “Hotel Talk With Trent!” And there was stylized portrait of a man underneath the letter. Her hair got pulled into pigtails, and jeans appeared on her legs. “Omg we’re finally here!” She eagerly snagged her card and pamphlet from the woman. “Do you guys think we’ll get to meet Trent?”

All three looked at her with bewildered eyes. “Molly?” Stan reached out to touch her, but was afraid he’d catch whatever she had.

“Come on! We have to get to our seats!” She grabbed Marie by the wrist and pulled her into the studio. Stan and Cleopatra ran after her. They found themsevles in a studio, on stage there was a couch and a few charis in what looked like a lounge of some sort. Then there was a large set of seats that were nearly filled with people dressed similarly to Molly. The girl took her seat up in the bleachers and waved excitedly to the rest to join her.

“What’s wrong with her?” Cleo whispered.

“No idea, the rest of us are fine.”

“Keep an eye on her.” Cleo cautiously manuvered through the crowd to take her seat next to molly. Then briefly smelling the young woman’s odor, she got up, and made Stan switch seats with her.

Molly was boucing in her seat, and sucking on her thumb excitedly. “This is awesome! I can’t believe we’re here!”

Marie shook her head. “What the hell is up with you?”

Molly tilted her head. “What do you mean? I…” She grimaced. “...oooh what the heck?” She held her head. “I…I…I’ve seen this show before… and I’m a fan? N-no I play soccer, and am on vacation… I… who am I?”

“You’re molly.” Marie shook her. “Snap out of it.”

The girl nodded. “Molly… yeah.” It all came back to her now. “You’re right… I don’t know what came over me.” She explored her mind. “I know this show though… I know…” Her eyes lit up. “We gotta go!”

Cleopatra groaned. “You just pulled us up here.”

“I know, I was super excited for the show, but I just remembered the line up for tonight. It’s Skylar!”

—--

“Randy, where the fudge are ya taking me?” Boudica was a wild beast, looking this way and that as he pulled her though the labrynth of his home. A lenolium hell for suit wearing devils. This was a target rich enviorment, and Boudica saw so many throats she wanted to bite out.

“Hotel Talk, Boudica.” He faced her. “Please focus.” They made it this far, but she was such an obvious tourist someone was bound to draw someone’s attention.

Not that he was any better. Even his home was making him sick and nervous. The posters, the tours. The monuments to these animals. Harem Hotel was a cancer and they we’re walking though the tumor.

“I expected a lot more naked ladies. Handsomer guys too. These are the people telling all these folks what sexy is?”

“Fooooooocus.”

“I’m focused Randy.” She waved him away, her head and eyes wandered around the complex like a malfunctioning android. “Get on stage, tell them all what a bunch of twats they are, or die trying.”

Randy growled. Then dropped his head. “Boudica I’m so scared right now, how do you do it?”

She paused, and took note of him. “What are you scared of?”

He laughed, and motioned all around him. “Half the people around us are just as powerful as Skylar. They could destroy me, and I don’t know what they’ll do to you. Do you understand?”

“Of course.”

He sank. “Then how are you so calm?”

The was a silence between them, and then she changed her stance. It was so slight, just a rolling of her shoulders. But she took on the air of a queen, the person who’d awoken him from his filthy slumber. “Because I fight for causes worth dying for.” She beamed at him. “That’s who I am!”

“Ha!” He couldn’t tell if it was a laugh or a sob. Her heroic spirit filled him up. He lived in a world that was so vapid and hollow, and the people they were trying to rip apart were so vibrant and real. Her full magesty compelled him to drop to his knee. This was a little much, but he’d never done anything with his life, and he was **** for just a moment of grandeur. As far as he could tell this woman, this queen in front of the thing he’d ever touched that mattered. “Boudica… I swear my loyalty to you. You are my queen, and I will follow you to deaths door if that’s where you take me.”

Her rage dissapted into a nurturing warmth. She was rebellion, but beyond the blaze and bloodshed of revolutions there was the thing they fought for. There was that all inspiring future. Utopia, some might call it. Other’s may only refer to it as a dream. Either way, she drew on this mystical **** now, as she looked down upon this man. With a simple smile she reached down and cupped his chin in her hand. “Arise, Queensguard.”

Not far away from them two men in suits gave phlemy laughs, and joined the two uninvited. “Well well, looks like we got us a mistress.” Said a white guy wearing aviators. He looked over them hungrily.

“Hey red.” Said the black guy who had his hairy chest exposed thanks to a few missing buttons on his shirt. He winked at Randy. “How’s it going bro?”

Randy straighted up, and stood up tall as he could go. He let his muscles buldge and pulse in his polo. “Not bad bro, I was just…”

“Ball tap!” Hairy Chest lunged forward and struck Randy in the dick. The ski instructor howled, and hunched over.

Aviators grinned and looked at Boudica. “Haven’t seen you around, did you just form?”

Boudica smirked and tossed her head to the side. “Yer tellin’ me ya don’t reconize the host of Highland Hotties?”

Aviators smiled, and laughed. “Oh you’re with the BBC affiliate. Man I love that british accent…”

Hairy Chest was looking over the hunched over Randy. “Dude, this guy looks hella familiar.”

Aviator pulled Randy up. “Yeah, dude… I’ve seen you too.”

“Well of course you have!” Boudica said confidently. “He used to be with Skylar until I snagged him.”

“Dude!”

“Nice now I see it!” Aviators howled.

“You stole your bitch boy from Skylar? That’s some buttery shit girl.”

Randy had never seen Boudica more at ease. “What can I say? When I see something I want I take it, He gives me the best blow jobs!”

Randy hung his head. “Boudica…”

The two bros were immediately and unbelievably leery of Boudica now that she said that. “He gives you blowjobs?” Hairy Chest asked. He was looming over new now, ready to attack her at the slightest sign of weakness.

Aviators crossed his arms and maneuvered himself to her side. “Do you even know what a blowjob is… angel?”

She was sweating. “Of course i do…” she and Randy both gulped. She the grabbed Randy’s head and **** the muscle man’s face into her crotch. “That’s what I call it when I make him drink meh piss!”

…

…

…

“Dude!”

“Nasty!”

“That’s so sick!”

Hairy Chest clapped her on the back.

Aviators took her in for a bro hug. “That’s what I’m talking about!”

Boudica beamed. “Yeah what can I say, when you’re an alpha you got ta.,,, BALL TAP!”

She launched her fists into their nutsacks, so hard Stan probably felt it back at he lodge. Both men collapsed on the ground cupping their family jewels. They let out moans of agony and amused guffaws in equal measure.

“Nice…” Aviators wheezed, falling into a coma.

Held held high, Boudica lifted Randy to his feet. “Arise Bitch boy, the show is about to start.”

“I preferred Queensguard.” He nodded his head in thanks. “How do you known?”

She nodded her head down the hallway. “Because there’s Skylar.”