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“Woohoo round four! Round four, Boudica is gonna score! Wooo!” Boudica jumped in the air. “Kick it, flip it, do a herkie, I’m gonna beat you jerkies!”

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Boudica

Queen of The Iceni

“My life is torment.”

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All the other girls straightened up, feeling a little more enthused about the plan. That’s one more challenge out of the way, right? Might as well get them over with. Boudica's outpouring of enthusiasm had won them over.

“Okay, bring it on.” Olympias put her hand on her hip, and felt rather confident to speak for everyone else.

“Can’t… can’t we have a little break?” Elizabeth asked meekly. “I’m still not, not really sure what’s going on.”

Skylar smiled. “Don’t worry baby, you’ll get you break in just a minute.” She summoned a mic in her hand. “As you all know this last challenge was to teach you that you have to make yourself attractive for your mistress, you have to fight for her favor, her interest. This next challenge is all about what you do when you have that attention.”

“You barely have her attention.” Mary snarked. “Look at her.”

The cameras turned on Morgan who had a distant look, her arms crossed, and her gaze bleary. Her mind was a hundred miles away.

“Morgan dear.” Skylar couched, a blush rising up her cheeks. “You’re kind of an important part of this game, please pay attention.”

“Hmm?” Morgan flinched, like she’d just been awoken from a dream. “I’m listening…”

“Hmm…” Skylar gave her a leery look “Anyway, this challenge is to see what they do once they have your attention, so the rules on this one are going to be simple. Go about your week as normal, enjoy the lodge, the mountain, the trails, and whoever has the best sex with Morgan by the week wins.”

Boudica groaned. “Were finally there.”

Olympias too, looked uncomfortable. Sex was for breeding, and worship. She supposed this new humiliation fetish was a gift, if she could figure out how to wield it.

“That’s right, you can’t afford to run from reality any longer, ye few prudish holdouts. Morgan is your mistress, and you are her harem. That means sex, and pleasure, and devotion. You will bask in all three this week, and the audience will decide, who was the most devout. Anyone who doesn’t have sex with Morgan this week, is eliminated. Have fun!”

The stage lights turned off, and the house lights came on. In that change between lighting, the audience was gone, and the room was just members of the show.

“Guess I’m first up.” Helen sighed, and looked over to The Mistress. She gave the distracted witch a winning smile, and a seductive wave. She seemed immune to the charm. The dark being gathered her dress up, and left out the side door of the theater. "Ouch."

"Good luck." Cleo laughed. "That's the most boring woman I've ever met, I can hardly remember the nights I've had with her, and I fucked her."

"Same, she's just this big purple smear in my mind."

Then cleo let out a sad sigh, and tilted her head. "Regardless, that's our Mistress, for all eternity."

"Yup." Helen gave a fresh shrug, and slapped Cleo on the back before she left the theater. "Beats the hurricane."