We've Got A Show To Run

Skylar’s room is so pink that you might want to turn the gamma down on your third eye, less it be blinded. Pink walls, pink shag, pink drapes, stuffed animals, book shelves, furniture, pink everything. The most powerful being in the world slumbers heavily, on her back in a four posted canopy bed. Her comforter rests atop her body in a perfectly straight line below her neck. An eyemask with anime eyes, sits on her face, while her hair rests in curlers. Which seems to be an entirely aesthetic choice, seeing that her chopped, and buzzed hair is straight as an arrow, and the bluish black hair makes a poor contrast with her pink curlers.

At 1 PM on the dot a voice filled the room. “Wakey wakey eggs and bakey,” A soft male voice intones.

Like a vampire Skylar arises, and gives a long dramatic stretch, and yawn. With the covers fallen away, she appears to be wearing a pink and white sleep dress, with a pink kimono over it. “Good morning world!” She yawns, unsheathing her eyes from their covering. She looks to her bed side table, and grabs her Cat of The Day Calender. She closes her eyes and says a small prayer. “Come on, baby needs something good!” She rips the samurai cat away and reveals a cartoon cat in a top hat and cane. “Ooooooh!” She squeals delighted. “What a dapper little fellow!” She drops her voice into a low guff sounding tone. “Top of The Morning to ya, I’m off to the market to grab me some fishy biscuits, wot wot!” She speaks in a god awful British accent. Giggling to herself, she takes a picture of the calender's page, and adds it to a folder on her phone.

With that out of the way, she guides her feet into a fuzzy pair of slippers, and sighs.

Then Walking On Sunshine starts to play, and she jumps to her feet, and starts dancing. She dances across her room towards a work desk. Though the desk is only ten feet away from her desk, it takes her the full 3 Minutes 41 Seconds of he song to get there, the crump is just too strong.

“What’s for Brekky?” She asks taking a seat at her desk.

“Eggs and Bacon.” The voice says. There sitting on the desk are two sunny side up eggs, and a line of bacon in the shame of a smile. “And it’s happy to see you.”

“Aww.” Skylar holds her hand to her chest, and then snaps a photo of her meal, saving it to a folder labeled. ‘Brekky.’ She starts digging into her meal, humming and dancing in her seat as the flavors wash over her. “So what’d I miss?”

“We have Helen’s date with Stan, all good on that front.”

“Okie Dokie, can you get that loaded up for me.”

“Got it.”

“Anything this morning?”

“Mark Anthony wasn’t in his bed all night, Cleo cried a bit this morning and is looking for him.”

“That’s good, make Sure Mark Anthony isn’t around today. It’s her turn with Stan tonight, we have to drive her into his arms.”

“Got it, I’ll have him help repair the hole.”

“Any um… any words from The Producers?”

“Radio Silence. Just the ratings for the last competition.”

Skylar looked down to her now one eye’d meal, the bacon half smile was not set in a frown. “No news is good news.”

“We’re pretty far off the map here Skylar. A lot of the crew thinks you should go to them, and just reassure them everything is alright.”

“And tell them I lost their friend on his birthday? I don’t wanna.”

“I still don’t know how you’re getting away with this? Do you have naked pictures of them or something?”

“Yes.”

“I mean ****, they would have pulled anyone else by this point.”

“No. Our ratings are good, the girls are good, we have a master, and we’re in a hotel, everything is covered.”

“Okay, okay. Everyone loved you on Trent’s show.”

“Yeeeeeeah?” Skylar’s ears perked up.

“Mhm, I’m surprised you didn’t give Hayden milky tits.”

“There’s more to me than my love of mommy boobs.”

“So you say.”

“Anything else go on today?”

“Well…”

“Well what? Did Boudica try to jump in the hole?”

“The new girls were getting to know one another…”

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CONTENT WARNING: The following section involves a woman being tied up against her will and whipped. Be kind to yourself and skip over the Mary and Elizabeth sections of this chapter if you think you’ll find that upsetting.

For everyone else, a little mood music: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qOb-Ha7UaEw

Sleep Paralysis.

That’s the first thing that came to Elizabeth’s calm mind when she couldn’t move, or breath. Just stay calm, and try to move something. She stretched her fingers, moved her toes, and found her body remarkably fluid for something that couldn’t move. Her cloudy mind cleared, and she opened her eyes to spot her room mate sitting her her chest, with a wicked grin on her face. “Good morning.”

“What!” She had more to say, but Mary shoved a cloth in her mouth, and tied it behind her head. She couldn’t move because this demon had her tied down! She realized now her limbs were tied to the posts of her body, she was spread eagle. “Mmmm! Mmmm!”

“Mmmm That’s good, that’s very good. Could you open your eyes for me?” When Elizabeth kept them squeezed shut, Mary grunted and **** her lids open with her fingers. “Beautiful, hi there.” She sang. “You’re dilated. Your brain is trying to take absolutely everything in it can so it can figure this all out.”

“Mmmm! Mmmmmm!” Elizabeth screamed

“You’re think you’re excited?!” Mary laughed, nimbly propped herself up on her toes. With her fingers she spread her red lips for Elizabeth, and revealed them to be dripping. “I’ve been thinking about this all night.”

She then bent down, and bit Elizabeth's nipple, and there was nothing gentle about the little chomp.

"Eeeeeeeeee!" Elizabeth squealed, a tear forming at the edge of her eye.

Mary giggled girlishly and got into Elizabeth's face. "Now I want you to think very carefully about this question I'm about to ask you. Can I... wear the bra that appeared on your dresser a few minutes ago?"

Instantly Elizabeth started to nod, but marry grabbed her chin. "Hey, hey I said think about it. I don't want you saying yes, just because that's what you think I want to hear. Think about it okay?" The red skinned woman then wrapped her hands around Elizabeth's neck, and didn't squeeze, just let them rest there. "Thinking, we're thinking." She ground her hips against Elizabeth's body as she spoke, the poor girl could feel a wetness being spread along her body, and though she found it disgusting, it was the least of her worries. "Mmm yeah, and now we've really considered our position on whether my modest breasts deserve support today, haven't we?"

Elizabeth nodded.

"And what was your conclusion?"

Elizabeth nodded again.

Mary beamed, and got off of her victim, she began to maneuver herself into the bra that look so modest and plain on this perverse creature. "I bet it's that empathetic soul, that tipped the scale in my favor. You've got some big sweater yams now, so you understand the need for good support. Now me, personally? Nothing special down there, I don't think my back relies on me wearing a bra, but it's still nice to not have them jumping around on me ya know? Besides, I'm trying to be a professional maid, ya know? Don't want to disgrace the profession like a little tart. There." Mary modeled the plain-looking bra, its white fabric striking against her red skin.

Elizabeth looked away and stared at the ceiling.

"Aww now Lezzy for Lizzy, what are you so worried about, I guarantee you not a man alive would have a sexual thought seeing me in this thing." Marry giggled, and climbed back onto the bed, to Mary's squealing displeasure. "Did you read some of the comments from the last episode? Someone actually asked if one of us could have our breasts reduced, apparently too many big bimbo knockers slapping around these halls for their taste. What do you think, should I go for it? Some cute bug bits?" She groped her chest. My hair is already short, I think I could fit a boyish niche. Hey, are you paying attention?"

Elizabeth nodded desperately.

"No you're not, my bad. I ramble. You want to get on to the fun stuff." She reached behind her and pulled out a length of plastic. "This was one of my knives." She announced. "Look what those bastards did to it." On her command, it started buzzing like a bee. "The modern world is crazy huh? Remember when these things were made of wood?"

Elizabeth blushed and looked away.

"I'll take that as a yes, naughty bitch. Still it was a pretty smart decision on their case otherwise." She ran the plastic along Elizabeth's neck. "Sssssssssccclrp!"

The woman with the milky complexion somehow turned more white.

"Alas." Mary moved backward and pressed the buzzing toy against Elizabeth's clit, which was not a welcome guest, the woman recoiled and squirmed against the intruder. "Too high?" Suddenly the buzzing became more like a hum. "How about that?" Still unwelcome, but Elizabeth didn't want to anger this monster so sheheld still as her clit got buzzed. "There we go." Mary tapped the toy in place and got to her feet.

Feeling sexy the red woman went to her side of the suite and came back with a riding crop. "Say hi to Wang! I figured since I beat her, she belongs to me. That seems fair, right?"

Elizabeth tested her bindings again, she didn't like where this was going!

"Oh hold still, it's just going to be a little beating, you'll love it. Little church mice like you always end up as raving sluts." Elizabeth shook her head, but what did that matter. "Oh, and by the way, I see your tongue trying to push that gag out. And I just want to say, if that gag falls out, and you scream for help..." She laughed. "I'm just going to shit in your mouth, and put it back, so let's both go forward with a sense of personal responsibility, shall we?"

That got Elizabeth crying. Normally she had her other self to protect her in situations like this, but she was locked away till dusk, and Elizabeth was locked away for who knows how long.

Mary grinned manically and licked her lips. "Tears for me? You shouldn't have!"

*Whack!*

A blow across Elizabeth's stomach, sent her muscles into contraction, and a squeal to exit her mouth.

"Ya like music?" Mary snapped her fingers, and some kind of trash started blaring through the speakers of the room.

*Whack whack!*

Elizabeth curled her toes, and bit into her gag. That blow on her chest was already swelling, though the pain and been replaced with a pleasent warm feeling. Quickly to be replaced by Mary with more blows, and more stinging bites into her flesh.

"There's nothing like the thrill of a shredding!"

*Whack!*

"No, this is no orthodox beaheading!"

*Whack whack whack!*

"Cutting you up!"

*Whack*

"Cutting you up!"

*Whack*

"Cuting you uuuuuuuuuuup!"

Skylar dabbed her lips on a napkin and got to her feet. "Hmm, she doesn't even get points for that, she's just doing it for fun?"

"Looks that way."

"What a woman, okay well put a content warning before that airs, seems a little triggery." Skylar shed her kimono, and started on her sleeping dress as well. "We can't have the new girls miss out on socializing with the rest of the girls, or they're dead meat. Send someone to break it up, invite them to an activity?"

"All of the extras are shut down until you recover."

"Nature is free, send Randy to take some girls on a hike, or goodness forbid we have some skiing in our ski lodge."

"Alright, okay, I'll send him over."

A now naked Skylar, headed over to her closet. She opened the doors up, and it was like a scar in the world had just been unveiled. Black, black black, all of Skylar's punk clothing, hand picked by producers stood before her. Much of it came pre unwashed, and the smell made the poor girl gag. She ran her hand along the legion of piercings weaved through her vagina lips. This body had to be her most distasteful of any of the seasons she'd worked on. Even if she spent half her time on Until **** Do Us Party drenched in sweat, she at least got to wear those super cute raver getups.

"You're grimacing."

"Half these shirts come pre-loaded with cumstains."

"It's crustpunk."

"It's disgusting." She shook her head, and pulled out a loose top, some shorts, a thong, boots, and socks. "I just have to get through another month of this, and I can start working on Harem Hotel: Princess Edition." Her eyes sparkled like a thousand candles.

"The true dream."

"Just imagine the dresses, and the castle, and the princes! Ohhh, I'm going to cry just thinking of it."

"Well if you ever want to see that dream become a reality, you need to keep things buttoned up."

"I told you I have it handled. Who else could pull off a mid season master swap huh?"

"No one, Skylar, no one can pull that off."

"Oh ye of little faith. By the end of this week you'll be singing a different tune."

"Alright, I'll choose to trust you, since I can't just jump ship."

"That's so sweet of you."

"Hmph, very funny. Dixon left a message."

"Yyyyyeah? What'd he say?"

"Those furry panties were cute, I want to stuff them in your mouth, and fuck you till you pass out. Dinner and a Mind Melt at my place?"

"He's so sweet. Were they cute?"

"Camera 3 couldn't look away, for half the interview the audience didn't even know what your face looked like."

Skylar giggled. "And they didn't even get to see my tooshie, heh. Okay tell Dixon I'm going to be busy for the rest of the show. Since I'm being so so so so careful from now on."

"Good girl. I'm sure that horny cave man will be very understanding."

"I love when you're jealous."

"Of Dixon? Please. I'm Jealous oooooof, the masters, I'm jealous offff the hosts, I'm jealous of Hayden Brocovitz's girlfriend after what Skipper did to her ass last night, but I see no reason to be jealous of Dixon."

"Okay, okay, be mean see what I care. Do you have the reels for Helen up?"

"Yup just finished."

"Okay, I'll be over in three minutes." Once she was dressed and had an unhealthy coat of eyeliner making her look like a Racoon, Skylar adressed herself in the mirror.

"I'm a good person. I deserve happiness. I bring joy to those around me. My job matters. People are excited to see me. I am wise. I am loved. I love myself. I like who I've become. I make a difference. "

CONTENT WARNING

The temperature in the fourth floor suite had increased significantly over since we last left it. Mary was panting, and puffing, sweat rolling down her red skin in sheets. Her skin had been warmer since her transformation, and apparently that went doubly so when she got excited, her sweat was vaporizing off of her skin, and coming off of her as a heady kind of steam. Or so it seemed to Elizabeth as she watched the woman, pant and grin, and attack her.

Elizabeth was not doing her part to keep the room cool either. Whether it was the hot breaths of pleasure she pumped out of her nose, or the shimmer of heat radiating from her weeping pussy, she was a hot ticket herself. Her poor pale skin was riddled in a patch work of welt, from Mary's beating. They throbbed in the most erotic of ways, her poor pure mind felt like she was going insane. She couldn't tell if she was on fire, or bliss. Every inch of her exposed body stung, and thrummed with pleasure.

She closed her eyes once again as that persistent little vibrator pulled another climax out of her. How many was that? Three, four? Hard to say, between the buzzing, and the whipping it was hard to tell how much time had passed. Mary's music was just noise, so she couldn't even use that as a measurement. All the had to go by were her welt, and Mary's increasingly exhausted and weak blows.

Though not harmless. With incredible aim Mary landed another strike against Elizabeth's already purple nipple. The pain was so exquisite she curled her toes, and crossed her eyes, as her vagina gave a weak half-hearted orgasm with the grand total of one wave, before it mellowed out into the dull buzz of pain she felt everywhere.

"I'm..." Mary panted, and panted again. "We're going to start on the bottom of your feet now." What else could she hit that had not already been stuck? Elizabeth felt like only her neck and up had been spared.

But before any harm could come to her soles, there was a knock on their door.

"Hmm." Mary looked at Elizabeth, who's tired eyes were suddenly wide with hope. "Mirror Mirror knower of lore, who's that knocking on my bedroom door?" Mary questioned.

The mirror rumbled, before announcing in a clear voice. "The Trail Master, has come to invite the two of you on a trip, he's one of Skylar's lackies."

Mary scoffed. "Busy!" She screamed out.

"Do Not Disturb Sign, MIA." Was the response from the hallway.

"Like I know what that means." Mary rolled her eyes, and went to answer the door. "Yo?" She opened up the door, and of course true to the mirror's word handsome as fuck Randy was standing there. "Ah, shit you're gorgeous."

"Do all the English girls swear this much?" Between Boudica and her it seemed to be a trend.

"Can I fucking help you? I'm kind of busy."

Randy's eyes slowly went over to the girl bound in the bed. Elizabeth was screaming, and rocking against her restraints, and just making the situation embarrassing for everyone involved. "Uh, yeah, well we're having a hike in a bit, me and a few other of the girls, thought you guys might want to come a long and... socialize. I'm Randy by the way."

"Busy, Randy we are busy. Do you not see my exposed and dripping snatch?"

"I was trying not to."

Mary rolled her eyes and slammed the door shut, on his foot.

Sheepishly the Trail Master stuck his head through the gap between the door and the wall, yeeeeah I'm afraid this whole situation is going to have to wait."

Stan laid in Helen’s lap. Her perfect fingers ran through his hair, soft as a rabbit. It hadn’t been much of a date, this had been the date. After that mess down stairs they had a lot to think about. So they just laid on the couch, the T.V was showing a blonde woman getting remade into a dark skinned beauty.

“I know you have a lot to think about.” Helen said gently. “Between becoming the new king of hell, and being born an hour ago, but if you don’t fuck my brains out in the next few hours they’re going to turn me into a blowup doll.” It was a little too blunt to be a clever joke, but Stan laughed all the same.

“Great, more bad news.”

“Hey!” Helen bonked him on the head. “Is that any way to talk to your future queen.”

“Oww oww, I surrender.” He sat up, and tried to escape more head injuries. Helen curled her legs up, making it clear his head would find no more sanctuary on her lap. He admired the Beauty, an eternity with her didn’t sound half bad. Perfect face, perfect skin, and apparently a good sense of humor to boot. Besides that he knew from experience she had a kind heart. “Thank you for throwing me that party when I left. You were the perfect girl to end my week with, and the perfect start.”

“Aww I…” she was surprised to find his lips already on her. Surprise, surprise, acceptance joy. Her eyes closed, and there in the blind place she played with his mouth.

Helen had had lustful animal ruttings, loveless, soulless, breathless slapping of wet flesh, but this was play. To lick his tongue, to bite his lips, to kiss his lip, and to receive in turn the same affection.

Boudica had been right some time ago. This show would be boring with Stan because all the girls would willing accept him as their master. With Satan she’d be **** on her own fear, he’d slap her, **** her, **** her, but with Stan it was all fun.

The lines of spit connecting their lips, the way she couldn’t breath when her nostril pressed against his. The Carnal joy of such intimacy sent her heart into overtime, and he was so cute and shy. The poor guy would have been happy to kiss forever, she took that as a compliment. “Touch my breasts.” She whispered.

The man obeyed.

Helen was a good date for an inexperienced man. Her perfect breasts required no bra, so his hand slide right up and found her nipple. A good kind of headache swept over her, all that kissing had gotten her keyed up. “You like those huh?” She giggled, and pressed his erection against her leg.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed.

“Don’t be baby.” She whispered and kissed him some more. “Let me help you with that.” She unzipped his pants and helped get his cock free. “Spit in my hand.”

She held out her palm like a teacher demanding gum. Shyly he did, but it was a spray of spittle. She squinted at him, clearly demanding more. Obediently he rallied his forces and spat a glob out.

Smiling she brought her hand to her own mouth, and let a small waterfall dribble out from her lips into her hand. She’d gotten plenty of experience drooling over the past week. He moaned when her saw what she was doing.

Then with a hand full of sauce, she bought her hand around his big ol’ dick and started to lather it in their drool.

“Oh.” He hissed as her hand wrapped around him.”That’s good.” Her other hand joined the party, each jerking, and corkscrewing around his dick like she was churning butter.

“I’m kind of dumb right now…” Helen said huskily, Stan’s dick was just distracting. “…can I get pregnant from hand stuff?”

“No.”

“Good.” She smiled and scooped a bit of pre cum from the tip of his dick. “Because this stuff looks potent.” She stuck her finger in her mouth, and immediately had her eyes go wide. “What about if I swallow it?”

“Still no.”

“Oh, that’s good.” She smiled and continued stroking, occasionally drooling onto his duck to keep it decadently wet and noisy. “How do you get pregnant?” She was curious now.

Stan couldn’t resist a parade of pregnant Helen’s from moving through his mind. “I have to cum inside, your vagina.”

“Gross.” She giggled and kissed the head of his dick. “Sorry, it’s one of my traits, last week was way worse. I couldn’t get myself dressed.”

“R-really?” He arched his back.

“Yup, I was drooling, and cross eyed…” she made the face for him, and to her dismay, she felt his dick pulse in her hand. “Hey!” She laughed and slapped his belly. “Oh you like that idea do you?”

“No, no,” he lied, and he lied badly. There was some kind of taboo interest in a woman being mindlessly devoted to your dick.

“That’s it.” Helen smiled and took her hands off of his dick. “You don’t deserve these perfect little mittens.” Instead, she changed her sitting position and got his dick in between her feet. “You get these, dirty boy.”

“Ah gross.” Stan chuckled

“Gross? These?” Helen wiggled her toes for him, and pressed her feet against his shaft to give him a little pressure. “You were about to jizz thinking about a girl who couldn’t tie her own shoes, and these are gross?” She began to stroke him with her feet, with the help of her hands around her ankles.

“Well… feet smell gross, okay?”

She giggled. “They smell like wet dick is what they smell like.” She leaned forward and pressed her nose between his dick and her wrinkly bottoms. She then took a big dramatic whiff. “Aaaaaah.” She sighed, like it was a candle.

“I thought you were supposed to be the princess of the group.”

Well that just means I’m immature right? Which means I’m going to tease you so hard when you come all over my feet.” She increased her pace. “I even painted them for you. See? Green for envy. Like ten tasty emeralds jerking you off.”

“Ahhh.” Gross or not, Helen’s feet got results. Her teasing, and just the simple pleasure of human contact was getting him worked up. To feel her soft feet slipping, and grinding against his cock, slick with their combined fluids. It was good stuff.

“Okay, I’ll just plug my big stupid mouth, so smart boy don’t have to talk to dumb foot princess.” She pouted and leaned forward, swallowing his dick as she went. With her feet holding onto his base, and her mouth suckling on his head, Stan was having a good time.

“Oh wow.” He groaned. “Wow.”

She looked up at him, and gave a coy dick-filled smile.

He smiled back. “I admit it, you’re good.” She giggled and crossed her eyes for him. He rolled his own eyes, she was ridiculous, but that goofy face was getting him close. “Pretty good for such a dumb little girl.”

She pouted and sucked a little harder. Something about those big shimmering eyes disarmed him and made him forget about the bullying and teasing she was subjecting him to.

She popped his dick out of her mouth and pouted some more. “You’re being so mean to me because I’m stoe dupid, and I’m being so nice to smart boy’s dick. The least you can do is pet my hair.”

He smiled and ran his hands through her loose strands of hair. That beautiful woman purred at his touch. He liked that, making her feel good with a graze of his fingers. He pet her bobbing head, and gently rubbed her spit speckled cheeks. "You're beautiful... oh man, I um... I think I'm getting close."

"Yeah?" Helen popped her mouth free, and started rubbing her feet faster. "My ugly, smelly, dumb, stupid gross feet are going to make you cum?"

"Stop." He laughed, and covered his own face. "I'm sorry I said anything. You're beautiful, every part of you is beautiful."

"Yeah, yeah." Helen smiled at him and leaned forward, licking some pre off his tip, her feet and hands blurs. "Come on smart boy, cum on my face. Cum on my stupid face."

He sighed, getting a little annoyed. "I said I'm sorry."

But she gave him a dead serious face. "Sorry for what?" She rubbed her cheek against his head, smearing a bit of cum on her as she did so. "I'm stupid for your dick." She kissed it and, licked it, as the head started to swell up."So stupid, I'm so stupid I can't think straight." She made her eyes go cross again and her tongue hang out.

"Oh wow." He grunted, feeling pretty turned on by her display.

"Yeah smart boy has to take care of his foot princess, cum on her stupid face, come on, come oooon."

"Oh fuck." He sighed, feeling himself finally swell and burst. "Aaaaah."

"Ha!" Helen jerked like a cobra, and before a single bead of ivory could reach her face and pulled back, and instead wrapped her feet around the head of his cock. The loads of jisim he'd been preparing now spurted out between them like a geyser, and his cream seeped out between her toes. "Haha you came on my feet you perv!"

"Ugh.' Stand sighed, utterly defeated. He fell back onto the couch, and tried to regain his train of thought. It felt like he was the one who came his brains out.

"We did it!" Skylar cheered, and there as much joy in the control room as she went over the tapes of Helen's night with Stan. She'd finally gotten her footjob. The host basked in the display and skill, this woman was a seducer. "She's such a strong competitor. She picked up on Stan's interest in her brain drain, and instantly went along with it. Plus she kept it light hearted and fun the whole way through, perfect for easing his anxiety on his first night. What a pro." Skylar began to clap, and a few of her aids picked up on that. She turned towards the scoreboard.

"Okay crew, that's going to be 2 Point for a handy, 3 points for the blowy, and 3 points for the footy, plus and extra three for setting foot on land no woman has before. Let's see it up on the board."

Helping Hand +2

Kiss The Crown +3

Best Foot Forward +3

First! +3

Helen: 25 VP(+11) 8BP

Olympias 11VP 15BP (+11)