Our Sins Are Chosen

Erica and Nzinga stop talking as they watch Skylar and Eve come back to the balcony. "I... is she crying?”

"Holy crap." Erica scoots her chair closer to Eve as she sits down. "What did you guys talk about?"

Eve shrugs. "Just girl things. What did I miss?"

"Nothing." Erica smirks over to Eve's side, where Olympias is talking to Lucifer in a hushed voice. "Olympias has been holding on to him, like a guard dog."

"Being shameless does come with some benefits." Nzinga smiles.

"Hey everybody." Skylar sniffs and waves everyone down. The cameras assemble to give a good sweeping shot of her in the midst of the beauties. “Our voting period has come to an end, and we had some really fun and insightful interviews with you lovely contestants." She pauses, holds he hands together, and looks around the room eagerly. "Now say goodbye to those ladies forever, and welcome your new sins!"

Then a flash of light disguises a clever scene change.

They are no longer sitting around a fire pit and instead find themselves standing before a throne, on which sits Eve like a queen before her court. Her throne is elevated and carved to resemble a tree, whose roots extended in seven directions. These seven roots end in Seven chairs, each decorated with different colored fabrics.

"In the beginning man, was blind, and ignorant. Then Eve partook of the fruit of knowledge and liberated them from the garden of Eden. Praise be to Eve, and praise be to the seven daughters she births tonight.”

“I don’t like heights!” Eve calls down from way up on her throne.

“Then don’t jump!” Skylar calls back. She spins and faces her contestants once more. A bright smile shines on her face. “Who wants to go first?”

Surprising no one, there were no Volunteers jumping at the chance. Helen looks around and with a long sigh finally throws her arms up. “Might as well be me, I guess I was the first one here. Hit me with it Skylar.”

“Your choice actually got the most votes out of all the girls. Everyone pretty much agrees that you belong.” She points dramatically. “In the green chair.”

Helen looks shocked. “Envy? Seriously? What do I have to be jealous about? Shouldn’t Erica be Envy? Look at those split ends!”

“The audience has decided, take your seat. Who knows, maybe they’ll choose to have you inspire Envy in others. Maybe you'll resist your master's pull but as you watch your sisters one by one, you'll grow jealous. You'll want and desire all they have, even their enslavement, their punishments, their humiliations. Such will your envy grow that you'll beg your master to **** you as he does them. Doesn't that sound fun, huh guys?”

Helen feels her body begin to walk towards her throne, but regains enough of her regal bearing to take over in her own stride. She doesn't need magic to help her to her seat. She looks down at the green seat, feeling queasy with what sinister magic could be waiting for her. With a cringe, she takes a seat. The cushion deflates beneath her butt. Then a moment passes, and she exhales. “Is that it? Ah!”

She clutches her thigh as the sound of popping bacon fills the balcony. With a hiss, she moves her hand away and we can see a green circle tattooed or maybe branded on her skin. The circle surrounds a design for an eye.

“My perfect skin! Are you kidding me?” Helen looks to the brand in disgust.

“Like animals.” Nzinga scowls.

Lucifer who has been letting Skylar do her thing, speaks up at his point. A smirk on his face. "I have no use for perfection, only obedience. You belong to me now Helen."

"He speaks the truth!" Skylar leans over and kisses Lucifer on the head. "I see no reason we can’t just go down the list. Cleo how would you like to go next?”

“Oh I’d love to.” Cleo sighs. “What is it?”

“The people have spoken, and it’s the yellow Throne for Cleo!”

“Cleopatra on The Yellow Throne.” She sighs and takes her seat, looking quite regal and at ease on such a throne. "What sins have our unseen masters declared I should inflict upon the world?"

“Henceforth Cleo will now share the covetous eye of her sister Helen. But her gaze is ever trained on the material world. Money, clothing, treasures, she wants it all. How will she fit into the harem, we can’t help but salivate with wonder. Will she be a common whore, willing to sell her body for a single coin, or will she demand the finest of things from her master?Time will tell and you will decide.”

“Aaaaah!” Cleo screams out, and clutches her neck. “Damn you.” The camera pans to her neck, now emblazoned with a golden circle, surrounding an image of a coin purse with a hungry drooling maw. She blinks tears away from her eyes, as she sees the image on a production screen. “Suits me fine.” She clears her voice trying to regain some regal bearing. “A goddess does deserve the finest in life.”

“Indeed she does.” Skylar smiles and turns to Boudica.

Boudica doesn’t wait for her instruction and instead walks straight toward the red throne, to take her seat.

“No, you don’t.” Skylar admonishes, then with a flick of her finger points towards the seat of hot pink.

“You’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me.” Her face turns bright red, and she points a finger at the camera, at you. “You snot slurpin’ whoresons!”

Skylar smiles. “If it makes you feel better it wasn’t by popular demand. The audience didn’t know what to do with you, all other sins were tied.”

“Great.” Boudica hikes, up her dress, and marches to her hot pink seat.

“What Harem would be complete without its key element. Boudica will become our lust. That hunger, that desire for flesh, and sweat and fluids. The arching of a ****'s back, the throbbing of her master’s cock, how, oh how will Boudica’s tough exterior hold up to these endless and unrelenting desires. I personally am getting visions of her chained to her bed, her animal lusts controlling her completely, if she were to break loose, she’d unleash her desires on her fellow slaves, whether they’re willing or not.”

“Hot hot hot!” Boudica cries, arching her back, and spreading her legs. Her underwear burns away in purple flames, revealing a pink circle, and two mouths frenching one another. Though the image is somewhat hidden by a hefty patch of red pubic hair.

“See folks, she’s spreading her legs already.”

“Fuck you!” Boudica, sighs, and rubs her tender pubic mound.

“Already begging for it huh?” Skylar winks and turns to the four remaining girls. “Olympias, the audience was torn on you. Pride or Wrath which could it be. After your interview, we decided that pride fit you quite well.”

“Agreed.” Olympias trods forward and has a seat on the throne to the farthest left, decorated with rich purple fabrics.

“Pride is so much about self-love, I wonder how it’s going to play out in our little harem setting. Maybe this tough Phillie is going to need to be broken again and again by our master. Their's will be an eternal struggle, one she's hopeless in, but the fun is in the conquest. Or maybe she’ll become intrigued, titillated by being humiliated, knocked off of that proud pedal stool she’s put herself on. What do you think folks?”

Olympias spares her hand a moment’s notice as a sizzling erupts from its back. She calmly examines the purple seal and rose.

“At least make it fun.” Skylar pouts.

“Wrath, Sloth, and Gluttony,” Erica whispers to the three remaining contestants. “We’re fucked.”

Nzinga nods. “It looks that way.”

“Diaochan, if you’d please have your seat… on the red throne!”

Nzinga and Erica both trade a look, and at the same time say “Fuck.”

“Wrath, ****, conquest. Diaochan will grow to desire all of these and more! Here on the show, we don’t support domestic ****, or dead ass ****. So how will we shape Diaochan’s desires with the rest of the harem? Will she become a whip-wielding dominatrix? Or will she turn inwards, and become the harem’s punching bag? So many decisions still yet to be made on Harem Hotel.”

Diaochan scrunches up her face, and clutches her knees as her Tattoo appears. The Camera is not able to get a good shot this time around, but the screen handily manages to already have an image of Diaochan’s lower back burned with a red circle, and a snarling maw.”

Erica gulps and looks to Nzinga. With a sigh she extends her hand for a shake. “See you on the other side.”

Nzinga beams, and nods. “See you there.”

"Okay Skylar, hit me with it."

"Your seat will be... The Blue throne!"

Erica glace over at the empty seat. "Which is?"

"Sloth!"

"Fuck yeah!" Erica jumped in the air, hand balled into a happy fist.

"Crap." Nzinga moans, and takes her seat on the indigo throne which she now notices is wider than the others.

"Erica is born anew as Eve's daughter of sloth. A lazy, uninspired member of the harem. How could such a slovenly sin be a welcomed addition to our Harem? Is she here to be pampered? Or is she the lowest of the low for all the other slaves to hate for her lack of dedication? Who could possibly know, but we can't wait to find out."

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Erica screams out, the most in pain out of anyone. She liftsher shirt up and sees emblazoned on her smallish tits, the offending brand. A blue circle with a stylized woman resting her head on a pillow. She let out a single sob and closed her eyes and mouth less her emotions betray her any further.

"Just do me already," Nzinga said, trying to draw the attention away from Erica.

"You've already taken your seat, which is good." Skylar begins to Pace. "Nzinga, Avatar of Gluttony, my oh my what a hand we're dealt. But it makes sense, doesn't it? Aren't Harems supposed to be The Master's favored girls? Shouldn't he want to pamper them? To feed them only the best foods, the most intoxicating liquors. There are many types of gluttony Nzinga, what will yours be? Food, drink, ****, waste, what is that burdensome soul of yours hungry for most?"

Erica leans over to her neighbor Helen. "Tellllllll me she didn't say waste as in..."

"Girl I..." Helen holds up her hands. "I ain't gonna be jealous of that!"

"What the fuck is this show?"

For all the dread being put on the gluttony label, Nzinga felt at ease, though she tried to hide it, just to give Skylar the satisfaction. In truth Gluttony wouldn't be that bad. The first round only provides positive changes, as far as the show is concerned. Plus all changes are decided by the audience, they would not willing make her obese unless there were no other option. She suspected her changes would be taken another direction, in which case her body image would be safe, and she might even eek out a win if she plays things smart.

"And of course we're not done yet!" Skylar points to Even who sits above all her sins. She too screams out and clutches her stomach. "Your yours is skin too precious to brand, so we'll put it on the inside." She flicks her hand. "Give it a little glow so the audience can see it." A light begins to shine from Eve's stomach clear enough that the cameras can tell its seven rings are interconnected, forming some sort of circle around her belly button. Gradually the glow beings to fade, and dim, until only eve's glow can be seen in the light. "Eve of course stands above them all, their mother their queen. What will she end up being I wonder. The beacon of light guiding her children to safety and comfort in the arms of their master? Or will she give in to her own sins? By having the evil of all sin within her, is she more hopeless than anyone? I do hope we find out." Skylar clucks her tongue and looks at the Camera. "How about a commercial break?"

"Do you feel any different?" Cleopatra leans over to Diaochan.

"No, you?"

"I've always been attracted to the finer things in life, so I can't tell. Have you always been a blood-thirsty psychopath?"

"Not to my knowledge."

Cleopatra squints, not entirely convinced that's the truth.

"Don't worry girls your changes are coming." Lucifer sipped from his glass. "Patience is a virtue."

"Good one master." Diaochin giggles demurely behind her sleeve.

Cleopatra rolls her eyes and gives Diaochan a look. "We're just not going to be friends I'm afraid."

"Back on in five!" Skylar hops a few times to get herself energized. "Three... two... aaaaand Welcome back to Harem Hotel. We want to thank our viewers for their great support so far. Now that we know who our sins are, let's move on to our next portion." During the commercial break, the thrones were reorganized so Eve was at the same level as her fellow contestants. "Ladies before we got to you, you were already impressive and strong women, worthy of note, and one random teenager who got wrangled into this."

"I'm twenty-one!"

"You've got charms, and skills all your own before we even got to you. Enough to earn our audiences love, or at least lust. Let's see just where you all rank in the hearts of our viewers, shall we? For those of you at home, we're putting the results up on the screen."

Suddenly their chairs started shaking, and slowly they began to rise into the air.

"Bad news first!" Cleopatra's chair stops rising in the air, not long after take off. "Winning Just 30 points, Cleopatra is our rock bottom girl."

"What?" Cleo cries, nearly in shock. "But, but that's impossible! I'm a goddess, I stand above all these, mutts there must be a mistake."

Skylar shrugs. "The guy doing the counting isn't the best, but we're pretty sure it's right. But don't worry Cleo..."

"Cleopatra!" she shouts from her seat. "I am Queen of The Nile, and you will address me as Cleopatra, your Highness, or your Worshipfulness!"

"Of course your Worshipfulness." Skylar demures. "Even at rock bottom, you still got some love, so we're adding 1 point to your pool! Only 99 to go!"

Helen gives her lusty buddy a sad smile as she and the rest begin to ascend above her, but the trip is short-lived, as she too comes to a screeching halt. "Oh you've got to be kidding. Are you sure this is a t.v show and not radio? They can see us right?"

"I don't think they can." Diaochan pouts, her assent likewise arrested at the same level as Helen.

"The two beauties out in a single go!" Skylar cheers. "What a surprise! With 32 points each, you're both taking home 2 Victory points. I guess the audience is looking for something more than beauty."

Helen pouts along with Diaochan. "I really don't think they can see us..."

They have not but a second to Pout before Olympias too comes to a halt. The vein in her head bulges again, but she just crosses her arms and closes her eyes.

"You were at the top of the pack for a while Olympias, but the tides changed against you. Take four points as your consolation prize."

"Thank you." The tall woman grunts.

"Just four to go, who will it be I wonder?"

Erica gives a look to the glowing, naked goddess lounged out on her throne, at the very end. "Yeah, I fucking wonder who it could be..." She ascends for a while longer before she finally comes to a stop. "Ah, damn."

"With 38 points Joan takes 4th place and 5 points. Unless you break the rules, you are guaranteed to make it to round 3 without fear of elimination."

"Lucky me." She looks at the camera. "Thanks for everyone who got me here, but next time let's be a little more eager about killing Satan, yeah?"

"The Final three, Eve you're no surprise, but Boudica, and Nzinga I did not see coming!"

"Then you weren't paying attention." Nzinga crosses her arms and looks so at ease as she rises above the other women.

"Boudica!" Her chair comes to a halt. "You beat Erica by a single point."

"Fuck me, they really want us to win this." She looks at Erica with a big smile. "They really want us to kick his arse!"

"We lost." Erica says simply.

"Aye, but I ain't done nothing to make em' like me, and here I am, you too. Together we're like 70 points in the lead. We can do this! We can win." She looks down at Skylar. "Oi cunt! How many points?"

"Six points to Boudica!"

"Six Fuckin' points, that's right!"

Erica can't help but smile. "Nice work."

Eve turns and gives Nzinga, a proud smile. "I'm so happy you made it this far. I think you're just wonderful. I hope we can be friends when this is over."

Nzinga put a finger up. "Hold that thought." Then as if on Que, Eve stops moving, and Nzinga rises above all women. She looks down upon Eve with a self-satisfied smirk plastered across her friends. "Best friends."

Eve's eyes are wide, half in surprise, and half in sheer delight. "You're dangerous!" She giggles and kicks her feet excitedly in her chair. Then she jumps to her feet and points at Nzinga. Her chair wobbles, threatening to throw her to the ground, but Even balances like she's on solid ground. "You're the one to beat!"

Nzinga beams and looks down at Boudica, the same smile. "**** today King Tomorrow." Then she reclines on her throne enjoying her place at the top. "What's the score, Skylar?"

Sylar giggles at the show of victory. "It was neck and neck, so don't you get too cocky up there, okay?"

"No promises!"

"42 to Eve, 43 for Nzinga."

"Hahaha! I'll get you next time." Eve grabbed the bottom legs of her chair, rolls off, and hangs from them like a monkey from a tree.

"For those of you keeping score at home, that's going to be 7 Victory points for Eve and ten For Nzinga."

The king felt her breath catch in her throat. So many. That was a lot of room to play around with. 'Thank you, thank you.' She closes her eyes, compelling everyone who voted for her to feel her gratitude. She did not want to betray her cool exterior by making a display in public. 'I won't let you down.'

Nzinga: 43

Eve: 42

Boudica: 39

Erica: 38

Olympias: 33

Diaochan: 32

Helen: 32

Cleopatra 30

Some Boudica Cheesecake

Tomorrow the choices for the first round of Transformations will be posted for voting over the weekend. But until then, please post ideas for transformations, rewards, and punishments in the comments. I already have the first set finished, but I always need more, and I'm just interested to see what sort of ideas people can come up with. Specifically, I'm looking for changes related to the sins, and how they would play with a harem. <3 thnx bye.