Cool Down

The contestants were filtering back to the lodge, in various stages of despondence. Fare thee well Stan, we hardly knew ye. If the strange and flickering existence of that artificial man wasn’t enough to cause one a bit of melancholy certainly the rankings and transformations did the trick. Nzinga in particular looked like a broken mule as she lumbered up the snowy banks of the lodge, but even the Stoic Wraths in their little enclave had an anxious energy to them. Yes even Olympias that giant of will and muscle, was angry, if not depressed.

Only Eve walked away with her usual jovial walk, humming a tune from the dawn of time. “Eve!” Lucifer still wearing his Stan-suit ran to join her. Though his human body had to contend with foot-deep snow, she walked on top of it, as if she weighed no more than a feather. “Can we talk?”

“Later.” Eve said simply, neither stopping nor slowing for him.

“Eve you have to believe me when I say, I didn’t ask for you to be in this game. This isn’t what I want.” He mustered all the honesty a devil could in that statement, for all the good it did him.

“Later, I said. I have to prepare for tonight.”

“When?”

“Soon.”

Lucifer

Lord of Evil

“Soon. As if me being trapped without colors didn’t give her enough time. Guess I’ll have to express my emotions through Helen."

The Jolly Greek Giant known as Olympias also trudged up the hillside to catch up with Helen and Cleopatra. The two were walking arm in arm, to support one another. The loss of Stan… was hitting them particularly hard.

“Dang it.” Helen sighed, once she caught Olympias coming their way. “I knew this wouldn’t end well for me.”

“I got you, don’t worry.” Cleo winked and started messing with her pockets. “I’ve got a plan for this one.”

“Helen!” Olympias didn’t so much shout the word as say it with **** certainty. The two came to a stop for her, and Olympias kept enough distance to where she could wring Helen’s little neck if she needed to.

“What?” Helen was so not in the mood for this today.

“Just stay away from me,” Olympias said simply. “If you even think about trying to **** this trait they gave me, I’ll break your legs.”

Helen gulped. Yep, this was exactly how she envisioned this situation going. Plenty of psychos are capable of caring or loving someone, just not more than themselves.

To her side, Cleopatra rolled her eyes. “You know what Olympias? I’m tired of your giant muscle lady nonsense.” She tapped her phone, and it made a fun little sound effect, like a cash register.

Pride and Joy + Unlocked!

Pride now puts the welfare and success of their chosen target above even their own. In addition for every VP Their Target earns Pride gains an equal amount of BP!

Cleopatra looked up at the Amazon with a smirk. Olympias whose face was always that of stone began to develop some cracks. Her face twitched, for a few moments, almost like she was holding back a smile, or maybe a snarl. “What did you do?” She'd noticed something shift, or maybe shatter within herself.

Cleo smiled and stuck her magnificent nose up in the air. “Whatever do you mean?”

“MMM.” Olympias held her head and growled. “Aaaaah. I’m…. ah ragh uh… I’m… no, no stop.” She lunged towards Helen. “I’m so sorry!” She cried and hefted Helen up into a hug so grand it took her off her feet. “Oh you precious girl, I didn’t mean it, no not want bit.” She was practically crying, swinging Helen one way and then the other in her embrace.

“Aaaaaaaaah!” Helen screamed as she was shook about. Also from the utter shock of being held by Olympias… her arms were so strong!

“I would never hurt you, oh I’m so sorry.”

“It’s… it’s okay!” Helen cried out, hoping it would encourage Olympias to put her down.

Cleo was grinning ear to ear.

“Oh, you poor thing, it must be dreadful to be ranked so low.” Olympias pouted and then started planting kisses on Helen’s head and her curly blonde hair. “I promise you I’ll do everything in my power to get you through this show.”

Helen’s ear perked up at this, and she moved her head as Olympias came down to give her another kiss. Their lips met, and Olympias’ eyes went wide. She was so in shock she dropped the princess into the snow.

“Oh, I’m so sorry I… it was an accident.” The Amazon looked so ashamed.

Helen just grinned as she lay there in the snow.

Lips So Kissable +1

Helen 4 VP

Olympias +1BP

As she smiled, she looked up at Cleo with a mile-wide grin. “Thank you.”

Cleo returned the smile and squeezed her thighs together. She was flushed with heat at seeing Olympias become such a pussy cat, it was even better to see her struggle against it. “If you really want to thank me.” She husked, feeling a new jolt of lust and excitement go through her. “If you give me your BP, we can do it again…”

“Hey Boudica!” Randy, Mr. Handsome, jogged handsomely through the Lobby over to the raging red-head. “Are you doing anything tonight?”

“Fuck off!” Boudica roared, shoving the guy in the chest. He tumbled backwards over an array of luggage and sprawled out onto the ground.

And that was Boudica for the night!

“What was that?” Erica kicked the couch in her suite, then collapsed down into it. Misery filled her, as she thought about the performance she put on for the show. “I was putty in his hands. I would have done it Joan, I was just playing cute for the audience.” Erica lifted up her skirt to reveal a pair of black panties with a set of vampire's teeth printed on the crotch and the words ‘Bite me.’

“It was not you Erica, it is the trait.” Joan tried to reassure her ward.

“It sure felt like me.” She covered her face with her pillows. Just thinking about how happy Daddy would have been with her flashing the camera had her tingling.

“Ze lord does not allow us to be tempted beyond our powers to resist.”

“So I’m weak?”

“You must simply be prepared for this hardship in the future. All is not blue, you have a powerful trait, the audience loves you, you have the many bonus points. You can win.”

Erica groaned and removed her pillow. “Why didn’t you let us kill him?”

Joan gave her a mean look that had the strength of every tempest. “You kill the boy? All the good in that man, and you kill it? Leaving only the evil. Non. Is not the time.”

Erica wanted to scream. “When will it be time Joan? I’m losing myself. My tits are smaller, I think I’m back in the closet, and I’ve got an Electra complex.”

Joan nodded sympathetically. “If it could be my struggle, I would take it from you in a moment, but I had my time, and this is yours. The men of the world can change the world on a whim, but us girls must struggle and burn for it.”

Cleopatra stumbled into the bathroom stall, out of breath and patience. She locked the door behind her and plopped herself down on the toilet. She tugged her pants down her ankles and started to rub herself frantically.

She thought of mighty Olympias, proud and strong, reduced to a whimpering simp for Helen. Oh, she’d tried to resist it. She might even have succeeded until Cleopatra stepped in. Then it was all over, and she was rubbing her cheek against Helen like she was a kitten’s paw.

That kiss! Helen was craftier than she seemed. Olympias didn’t seem to be sexually attracted to Helen, but that didn’t mean the young beauty wouldn’t milk her for all the chaste points she could. Such a delight to see her foe getting manipulated in such a way.

Then there was Boudica, oh yes Cleopatra was still obsessed with her buxom body, but she was more excited for this orgasm she’d be sending her way. Knowing that she was cumming to the thought of Boudica becoming a total sexed-out idiot, and then forcing the red-head to cum because of these fantasies was so hot.

Even hotter still, we’re the four bp, Helen gave her. She was back up to five and could choose another girl to upgrade. “Oh fuck!” She growled and braced her legs against the stall.

Nzinga was the obvious choice, she’d been punished, but was it nearly enough? That new trait had so much potential, but what would it be like with a little investment? She was dying to find out.

“Let that bitch eat my scraps out of the fucking garbage.” She grunted, slapping her pussy just so she could hear the lewd wet sound it made.

“Gods, what have they done to me?” She whined but did not stop. “I’m Isis, I shouldn’t be getting off in a public bathroom. What have they done to me?” She should not have gone down that line of thought because now she was thinking of herself and the sick fantasies she’d been having all week. So undignified, so uncouth, and with just five points, she could make it worse! She could help in her own corruption.

“Yessss!” She felt herself crest into a wave of pleasure. She rubbed herself more. She could be even dirtier! “Yessss!” An absolute demon! “Yes!”

With her free hand, she brought out her phone and desperately jumped to the shopping section of the lodge’s app, over to her personal page. Her face was red, eyes wild with lust. Tears of pleasure welled up in her eyes. She felt a sick dread in her stomach, but that only seemed to make the whole thing so much more fun. This was stupid and wrong, but she wanted it! She needed it! She was getting off on it! It would have been better to upgrade her new trait, to see what advantages it could give her, but it wouldn't be near as fun!

Upgrade!

I Want It All!+ Unlocked!

The lust generated from this trait is increased. Furthermore, Avarice can now only think of transformations as positive, whether they are rewards or punishments.

Helen had her fun with Olympias, but right now, her heart was the rabbit-like pitter patter of prey, dragged into the den of their predator. She’d spent her night in the black basalt bedroom just yesterday, but there had been a different being in it. Now that same face was smiling at her from across the table, but it was not the same man.

“You’re an impressive woman Helen.” Lucifer grinned. “Your heartbeat is skyrocketing, that monkey body of yours is pumping you full of all kinds of combat chemicals, and you look calm as a statue.”

“Not my first time being held, hostage.”

“Of course.” Lucifer sipped from his glass. “You needn’t worry. I already told Boudica, I’m not going to touch you until you ask for it, beg for it. So rest assured, I’ll be perfectly chaste.”

Helen gulped, having no reason at all to believe him, but doing it nonetheless.

“Chicken Cordon Blu.” The Waiter lifted up a Silverdome off of a platter to reveal a perfect little meal for two, chicken, asparagus, mashed potatoes, and the tiiiiiiiiiniest little tomatoes.

Helen’s mouth watered as her portion as dolled out for her. “What was it like? Being colors.”

He began to cut into his chicken. “Not unpleasant. Man look at that.” He gestured to the river of molten cheese that came pouring out of his meal. “You know I only taught man how to sin, you’re the ones who thought up filling a chicken with cheese.” He grinned and popped a piece into his mouth. “But the color thing, not bad. My consciousness was just separated from the world. That’s actually a pleasant feeling, it’s like dying. Scary as fuck, though, in this little pocket world, the Producers are clearly more powerful than me.” She shrugs. “So it goes.”

“I’d of thought your pride would be more injured.” She skewered a tomato and let it pop in her mouth.

“Well at the moment my two leading Sins are Avarice and Sloth.” She sipped some more from his water. “So I care about winning all of you, and not putting a whole lot of effort into it.”

“So our ranking effects… you?”

“Of course. I am thou, and that art I.”

“Hmm.” She turned her attention back to the meal. “This is great.”

“Not bad at all.” He agreed.

The more silence, she'd been trapped in hell for some time, so wasn't caught up on current events. If she were they might have been able to fill these empty spots in conversation more easily. Alas.

“First dates are supposed to be about getting to know one another.” She said bitterly, expecting the snake charmer himself, to be a better dinner date than he was being.

“But I already know everything about you, from cradle to corpse.”

“And you’re an empty shell of a thing.”

“Ouch, you wound me.” He leaned back in his chair. “So, how are we going to drag you out of the mud? Your score is much too low, princess.”

“Don’t you know about my new trait? I get points for every girl I kiss. I don’t even need you to score.”

He laughs. “Oh, that would be unbearable! My new wife, a complete lesbian, cucking me all the while.”

She smiles. “What did you ever do to deserve such a fate?”

“That is fun, though. We’ve got Erica, Eve… you of course… cleopatra now… who else?”

“I’ve got Olympias wrapped around my finger, I think I can turn her.”

Lucifer was delighted. He gave her a hearty clap. “Oh, I love it. Part of me wants to race you. Though if I’m being honest, I don’t see how you’re going to do it. You’re way out of their league.”

“... what?” Helen stopped grinning, and stopped eating.

“You… I mean compared to you, these women are knockouts… why would they sleep with you? Why do you think I’m not interested? You’re… you’re just not much to look at.”

Helen flushed and felt her nipples tighten. “I’m so hot.”

“Meh. Now Eve there’s a hottie. I wish she didn’t win her prize. Otherwise, she’d be here right now. Oh, let me tell you, there wouldn’t even be a dinner. We’d be on this table fucking raw dog, fuck, now that’s a woman.”

The princess was panting. “W-what would you do… ahem.” She drank her water, it was suddenly so hot in here.

“Hmm? What was that?”

She looked at her lap, red as a strawberry. “What would you do… with her boobies?”

He groaned. “Oh, those huge fucking knockers! I’d grab a handful of each and just hold on as I’m fucking her. I’d pound her so hard, they’d slap her in the face every thrust.”

The water in Helen’s glass was flying out of her glass. Her hand was so shaky, she couldn’t hold the glass still. “I um… I need to use the bathroom.” For a few brief hours she thought she'd put this cuck thing behind her. She had an awesome new trait that could help her win this whole thing... but then he just had to bring all of this up! Of course they wouldn't sleep with her, she didn't stand a chance! Maybe if they were lucky they'd let her watch them fuck Lucifer, but they'd never let her join in on the fun. Even Olympias, only kissed her because Helen tricked her.

“Sure.” He brushed his lips off with his napkin. “Just don’t moan too loudly, I don’t want your disgusting noises to ruin my meal.”

That was so hot she thought she was going to faint. All she could do with let out a little whimper and run for the door.