Hurricanes

Helen was herded to the top floor of the Lodge like a cat. An invisible force had grabbed hold of her, and like a child playing with a barbie walked her into the elevator, up to The Master Suite, and made her knock on the door. When Satan opened up, she made a sour face. Even animals know if they like, or don’t like a person. And Helen certainly did not like the man standing before her.

Though it didn’t look like the feeling was mutual. Satan was smiling and pleased by the addled girl with the wet lips. He looked into her pretty crossed eyes, and reached into his pocket.

“I don wanna be here.” Helen mumbled, trying to back away form the door, but it was like there was a wall to her back.

“Don’t be like that.” Satan cooed, and produced a pink dog colar from his pocket. “I got you this prety necklace.”

“Ooooooh, pink!” Helen grinned, her eyes dilating at the pretty color. She reached out to take posession of it, but he batted her hand away. “Aww.”

“Let me put it on you honey.” He said gently. Then he spread the collar out, waiting for her to give him her neck.

“Kay.” She couldn’t think of a reason not to, so stepped forward pressing her pretty neck against the band of the collar, and allowed him to wrap it around her neck and buckle it in place. The front of it read ‘i swallow’ in sparkling rinestones, but Helen couldn’t read it. She just amired the way it glimmered in a nearby mirror. “I look like a doggy!” She giggled, and raised her hands up to her chest like a begging dog, her tongue already hung from her lips naturally. She looked the part.

“You sure do.” He took his hand and petted her empty head.

She scowled and wriggled away from his touch. “Stop.”

“I’m just petting the puppy.” He said innocently.

“Oh!” She giggled to herself, and playfully brought her head back to him.

“Good girl.” He cooed, feelhimself grow quite hard. “You make such a good dog, do you want to try playing a puppy game?”

“Wuz that?” Her big blue eyes looked at him curiously.

“We’ll play a game. You’ll pretend to be a puppy dog. You like dogs don’t you?”

“Uh, huh!” She nodded her head eagerly.

“Then do you want to play?”

“Okay hee!” She held a finger up to her chin. “How Helen play?”

Lucifer smiled. “Well you already have that pretty necklace on, but dogs don’t wear any other kind of clothing, now do they?”

“Nooooo.” She giggled.

“Then let’s get you out of those so we can make you a proper puppy.”

“Kay.” Helen wrestled with her sweater like a cat in a grocery bag, but managed to get it off. Her pants were just sweats and came off easy enough until the legs got caught on her shoes. That took her some figuring out to resolve, a pathetic little situation that Satan was more than happy to let play out, and could have stood there for hours, jerking himself off as she made meek little whines and mews of distress.

Eventually she tugged hard enough to send both her shoes flying, and her pants flapping free.The double knots on those sneakers, screamed ‘Olympias’. Her panties came free after that, and her perfect breasts required no bra, so after all that, she sat on the floor naked except for her collar.

“Good girl!. What a pretty pupp.” His voice was one of adoration, and joy.

Helen responded quite well to the praise, and the sunny tone. She giggled, and shook her booty a little like a dog wagging it’s tail.

“Give me a bark.”

“Arf!” Se could hardly recover from the bout of giggles that brought out of her.

“Wow! You are so good at this.”

“Helen winning?” She asked, her eyes big and watery.

“I’d say so. But no more talking, puppy’s only bark.”

“Oh, kay!”

He smiled, gamely. He didn’t have a lot of hope that this simple creature was going to remember that rule.”You know what puppies love most of all?”

“Arf!” To his surprise, Helen remembered not to talk. Instead her friendly stupid face held the question.

“Going on walks. You want to go on a walk girl.”

“Arf arf!” Helen giggled and drooled excitedly, hopping a little up on her knees as she did. She might have even meant it.

“You are so good at this. Let me go get your leash, and we’ll go on that walk.”

---

Cleo’s heart thrummed. The string quartet in one of the Lodge’s fancier restaurants strummed and played a gentle tune. It all sounded like a paradise, which was the funny thing about this place. So luxurious, even with it’s tortures. This fruit for example. The anticipation, the dread, the worry, was worse than the hurricane. In those winds there was only longing, and disorientation. Now she felt the fear of rejection, which might be the mightiest of all of Satan’s curses.

She’s spent her precious Bp on a dress. She’d taken Helen’s Lead, and chose the, Covet This Golden Slip, guaranteed to make your date want to own you.

Was it romantic… or desperate? Did she not trust him? Did she not trust herself?

Deciding not to wallow in dread any longer she grabbed the fruit and bit in. Blue juice sprayed like a wound in Bleech. Raising the dead might have been the ultimate taboo, but it tasted great! She downed the whole thing, and gave the room a sweet belch, when she suddenly felt her mind return to hell, to the hurricane.

There in perdition, all the lustful souls of hell whirled around inside a great hurricane, forever cast adrift by the fickle winds of desire. Lovers floated just out of arms length from one another, forever out of reach.

Cleopatra cut through this storm like an apparition, it’s winds blew right through her. She could travel the storm with ease, and so she did until she could find a charming Roman boy with the curliest hair, floating by himself.

Well the storm ripped open, and the sun itself shone down on Cleo as at long last she clasped the hand of her lover, and pulled Mark Anthony to Earth.

——-

Nzinga’s trait had made her curious, so the king took the shuttle down into town, and settled into a local taco joint, to order up a trio of the greasy treats. She held one up in the air against the light, and tried to spot the resemblance between it and her own vagina. "Cute." She concluded before, taking a bite of the taco. Whether the trait made it any more delicious to her, she could not tell, but it was good.

"Looks like your plan paid off."

The king, cheeks still bulging with food looked up. Naked Eve stood at the mouth of her booth, hands on hips. "Can I help you?"

"I want my key to the buffet," Eve said seriously. "It's not nice to steal."

Nzinga set her taco down and patted her lips with a napkin. "I want you to understand that I didn't take it, and that I don't know where it is."

"Don't make the mistake of thinking I'm dumb, Nzinga." Her rainbowy eyes, were harsh.

"I don't think anyone in this game is dumb. I think you're all incredibly dangerous. Which is why I don't fault you for falling for Diaochan's ploy."

One of Eve's thick eyebrows raised curiously. "Diaochan's your ally."

Nzinga took another bite, and slowly chewed the next bite of taco, and took a second one after that. "She's decided that hiding behind me no longer suits her. She stole your key, knowing I'd be the one blamed for it. Then she entered the buffet with me, so she can get it's buffs, then sabotages me, trying to get me into a food coma. If her plan would have paid off, she would have claimed third place, and laid all the hate for shutting the others out on me."

Eve was silent, her own ancient mind worked through the duplicity Nzinga had just laid out. It made sense, but... "You're a bad person."

"One of the worst." Nzinga agreed. "Just like the rest of us. I renounced god and became a cannibal in exchange for my kingdom. Satan made it sound like a good deal at the time."

"He has a way of doing that." Eve agreed. "I don't believe you. I think it's awfully convenient that Diaochan betrayed you, and you still won."

Lucky was more like it. "I'm sensing, a but..."

"Reasonable doubt, Diaochan seems capable of what you said. Do you have proof?"

"The crews got the video of her trying to put me into a food coma. As for the keys, I don't know. Maybe there's some perk you can buy on the app to find it."

Eve grumbled. "So I spend points, to find evidence you planted on her."

Nzinga just rolled her eyes. "I didn't do it Eve, and all I can offer you is my word as a king."

"Hmph." Eve looked away, and noticed the locals were gawking at her. "You don't have many friends... you should try to prove you're innocent if you are."

——-

Erica turned pale, when she saw Satan walking through the lobby. She'd crashed on a couch to blast loud music into her earbuds. She really wanted to drown out her thoughts. She didn’t want to think of Helen, or the drool dripping from her chin, her crossed eyes, or her idiotic face. She definitely didn't want to see the woman crawling naked through the lobby on a leash.

Yet there she was, Helen happy as Erica had ever seen her, lead around by Satan like a dog. Very much like a dog, seeing that she was yipping and barking happily.

And what torture would be complete, if the two of them didn't head straight towards her?

"Arf arf!" Helen giggled and started licking at Erica's shoes.

The young woman's stomach churned like two hand grabbed it and wrung it out. "What are you doing?”

"Helen's a dog!" She slurped up a string of drool that connected her mouth and Erica's shoes.

"Please stop."

Satan caught up with the blonde, and stuffed his hand in his pocket. "Oh don't be rude baby, we're just playing a game."

"Helen's a dog." Helen repeated.

Fuck how cruel could this show get? What a stupid question. Look who the master was. This debasement should have been expected. "You can't find this... hot. Why would you want this from one of your... girls?"

He smiled at this. He was always smiling, so long as someone was agahst, or perplexed by him, he was happy. Skylar was really the only one who could get a rise out of him. How he must have loathed her. "What do you mean? She's perfect, the only one of you monkeys acting as she was meant to be. Stupid drooling animals."

"Don't talk about her like that." Erica growled, and got to her feet. Helen yipped a bit and crawled back.

"You're not acting like a very good girl Erica, after I brought this beautiful puppy for you to play with." He smirked again. "Come on, save her, let her lick your cunt in the lobby. You can save her, and if you do I'll give you all the praise your little girl brain could want."

"You're sick."

"I'm giving you the chance to save her, because I'm not going to do it. I'm kind of a patient guy you see. I want to fuck this stupid thing, and I want it bad."

"Yer gross." Helen mumbled, voicing her own simple opinion on the subject.

"But I'm going to hold off. No, I won't give her any points tonight. By next week she'll be eliminated, and I'll get to keep her like this permanatley. So, just puppy dog games today."

"Is Helen winning?" She looked up at him, tongue dangling from her lips.

"I don't know." He pet her braids and looked to Erica. "What do you think Erica, how many points does she need to win?"

The young woman, couldn't take it anymore. She pushed past her daddy, and ran out of the lobby, tears of guilt wrecking her as she went.

Satan grinned, and looked down at Helen, who's lack of intelligence didn't affect her empathy. She was worried for Erica, even if she was clueless to her own plight, or even that it was the cause of the distress. "Hopefully it's not more than twenty, right Helen."

The beauty just looked at him, confused as a caveman seeing fire for the first time. "Wuz twenty?"

---

From tears to tears, Cleopatra was wrapped around the waist of her beloved, and wailing a cry known only to the dead. She was a mess of heavy, bodily sobs, each of them felt large and overwhelming enough to destroy her. But this body they'd given her was made of thought stuff, and it held together. It allowed her to bury her face in Mark Anthony's stomach, and cry her heart out.

"My love." He said, not knowing what else there was to say, for that was everything. He placed his hand on the back of her head, and held her. This did not quell the hurricane of emotions within her. Sometimes when one is so profoundly happy that they cry, a kind touch only makes them feel more alien in that situation.

"It was too long!" She bellowed, half muffled by his clothing. "What god could abide by such a punishment?"

"Cleo." He said gently, the man had a nasally, but sweet voice. Which suited Cleo well, because she was a nasally person. He gently helped her to her feet, so she could at least drown herself in his shoulder, and not his stomach. "I would have waited another 2000 years, for this pleasure. You're as perfect as I remember."

"Finally." She pulled her face back, looking just awful with grief, and joy. "None of these assholes, have called me perfect even once."

He smiled at that, and wiped away one of her tears. "These truly are the world's most evil women."

---

“Hey Boudica.” Handsome Randy, the hansomest Trail Master in town, jogged through the hallway to catch up with Boudica before she hit the elevators. There seemed to be some i words between them that needed to put out into the world if either of them were going to be happy. “Can we talk?”

“Snuggle off.” Boudica said, making the word almost sound nasty.

“Come on, don’t be like that. I really like you, and I want to work this out.”

Boudica spun around, her hair flying out like an umbrella. “What world are you living on fudge head? You’re working for the people who are trying to turn me into a sex slave. Further more, they’re trying to make me a sex slave, how do you think we’re going to work anything out? Huh?”

“I don’t know.” He looked bashful. “I… I just know we’ve got over a month to be together, and I want to do it.”

“Well snuggle you. I don’t. You lied to me. You knew who I was, you knew what you’re all here to do, and you still let me snuggle your brains out. I don’t care what you think or feel, or how you justify any of this to yourself. I am done with you.” She reached behind her, and smacked the elevator call button. The doors slid open with a satisfying immediatcy.

“Please.” Randy at the very least believed in what he was trying to say. “There must be something I can do.”

She snorted, and entered into the elevator, and made it clear that if he tried to follow, he’d be ejected. “You want to make up for al this fudge? Help me burn it to the ground.”

And whith that the doors closed tight, and she was gone.

---

"Owie." Helen whined, and flopped onto her back, kicking her legs like a child. "Knees hurt!" She said finally, rubbing her sore little joints.

"Stupid and fragile." Satan tsked, and put his hands on his hips. "Helen what I'm I going to do with you?"

"Owie." Helen whimpered again, and held her arms up. "Carry Helen."

"You've got legs, you can walk." He's said that to people without legs too, so do with that what you will.

"Doggies don't walk."

He took his foot, and set it on her head, pressing the side of her face into the ground. "They don't talk either, but you're too stupid to remember that."

"Arf." She whined, and tried to pull his shoe off her pretty face.

A few guests passed by them with smiles on the face, waving as if they were a newly wed couple kissing in the hallway. Up ahead were a few of the lodge's shops and spas, Satan just wanted to walk her around somewhere populated. "You are so helpless it's adorable, you have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now."

She could only whine and kick as her face turned red, against his shoe.

"You really have no idea how much danger you're in. You're going to be stuck like this, you idiot. All that eloquent poetry, spoken from the top of Troy's walls, gone daddy gone. You should pawing at my dick, and doing everyone you can to get me to fuck you tonight, because that's the only way you're saving yourself, because those jackals you're competing against sure won't miss you."

"It hurt." Helen finally cried out, and at this admission of pain, Satan lifted his foot of her head. A shoe print quite visible.

"I'm sorry baby." He kneeled down next to her and stroked, her red face. He kissed her cheek which had tears lightly streaming down them. "Sometimes dogs get beaten when they don't do what they're told, but you took it so well." He kissed her cheek again.

"Really?" He big blue eyes were filled with tears and joy.

"Out of all my girls, I like abusing you the best."

She giggled at that. "Helen good puppy?"

"Sure are." He grabbed her cheeks, making them puff out like a chipmonk. "You're such a good dog, that I'm going to let you sleep on the floor tonight."

"Arf!"

"That's right, now how does a puppy thank her master?"

She giggled, and leaned forward, the discomfort of being under his shoe now all but forgotten, except for the pain still radiating from his shoe print. She took her stupid tongue and ran it across his cheek in a few quick licks.

"Aww, that's a good girl."

---

Dinner laid scattered and destroyed around them, like empires. The two fluctuated between happy delirious, and painfully stuffed, the two emotions rising over and subsuming the other like a roiling ocean. Cleo’s hand was over her mouth, and for a moment you’d be forgiven for thinking she was in the midst of grief. The tears streaming from her eyes certainly pointed in that direction, but there was a break in her facade, a loud snort, which eventually turned in exaltation of laughter.

“So then Sulla says, if I barley participated in the battle, how did I crucify 50,000 slaves all across gaul?”

“Stop! Stop!” Cleo snorts, half comatose with laughter.

“Okay, okay.” Mark Anthony grins. “So long story short he declares himself dictator, and kills all his political enemies.”

“Ain’t that the way?” Cleo tsked and dabbed her eyes with a napkin. “I have missed you.”

He grinned, that wide white grin. “Cleo, why do you insist on declaring these things that go without saying?”

“This moment feels like a dream, and I wouldn’t want to wake up, knowing I didn’t say what was on my heart.”

“This is no dream.” He placed his hand on hers and squeezed, compelling the reality around them to hold firm. It was a big ask on Harem Hotel, but it seemed to be working. “I’m here.”

“You are.” She sighed, and kissed the squeezing hand. Then an annoyed looked crossed her face, followed by a sigh. “I only wish, I welcome you back in the way I’ve been dreaming for two thousand years.”

He arched an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“I’m sleeping on the couch of the lobby because my roommate is a seven foot psycho. I want you so bad, let’s find a bathroom, or a closet, I know it’s no palace, but I need you Mark Antony.”

He grins at her, feeling like a bit of a hero with this next reveal. He reached into the pocket of his suit, and produced a card. “Well, it just so happens that I have a room key.”

Her eyes went wide with surprise, then joy, and there was no conversation after that. Only a breathless sprint Out of the restaurant, through the lodge, and practically through the door of Mark Anthony’s small one bed hotel room. The two jumped into the bed, and had Cleopatra out of of that golden dress before you could say ‘second mortgage.’

She ravaged the clothing from his body like a jackle picking a carcass clean, but that’s when they noticed the little twist inherit to Eve’s victory. Around the base of Mark Anthony’s cock, around the balls, there was a golden circle with two snakes coiled around his privates. The vipers had their mouths spread wide, and almost seemed to be sinking their fangs into the base of his cock.

“My cocking…” Cleo breathed, as she touched the golden band she’d forged that afternoon on the mountain, It thrummed with her own green, and avarice. “Does it hurt?” She tenderly touched the balls and dick of her beloved, which looked to be held tight by the device.

“No.” She said with a shrug. “I don’t…” He looked at her, a revelation coming to him. “...anything.”

“No!” She cried, and fell to her knees. “No, no, no, no, no!” She pulled his foreskin back, and began to kiss and lick te head of his cock. “Come on baby, I need this. You can have me, all of me.” She swallowed his short flaccid length, reached around to cup his but, and gave that appendage all the love she had, but it was no good.

“I’m sorry, Cleo, I can’t feel it.” He groaned.

“Come on.” She whined, grabbing at the ring to try to pull it off, but it wouldn’t budge, and she got an awful image of her ripping his dick off, so thought it best not to tug for too long.” “Skylar!” The goddess eventually bellowed, demanding that thing appear right then and there.

There was a knock at the door. Cleopatra covered herself with a blanket, and answered the door. Skylar was standing there tits still exposed, but with a bellhop’s hat on top of her half shaved head. She had a silver platter balanced on her palm, that offered an array of items. “Room service, may I offer you lube, condoms, edible underwear.” She lifted up a licorice thong, and cocked an eyebrow.

“Why’s that thing around him?” Cleo gritted the words out.

“Hmm? Oh! Well…” She giggled to herself. “There’s a little more to the prize than I let on. Mark Anthony is indeed brought back from the grave, but he’s your slave boy. One of the Harem’s attendants, meant to serve all your needs, BUT the master can’t have his slave boys porking his harem behind his back can he?”

Cleopatra was glowing red. “So you castrate him?”

“Don’t be so dramatic, all you have to do is ask the master’s blessing, if you have his permission you two can make sweet love as long as you like.”

“Ugh.” Cleopatra moaned. Just when things were getting good, this awful show strikes again.

“It’s okay Cleo.” Mark Anthony’s words were soothing. “We’re together, that’s all that I care about.”

“You don’t understand.” She sighed. “He’s going to ask something awful of us.”

“Well.” Skylar rubbed the back of her head. “There is one more thing. Because you’re avarice, and that ring is imbued with your desires… you’re going to have to pay.”

“What?”

“Just 1BP… per night.”

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Pay to play, your and your boy toy now enjoy a mutual attraction to wealth, though you’re not at the point where you need to get paid to get horny… yet. But he is.”

Not wanting to hear anymore of this, Cleo slammed the door, and sunk to the floor. “I hate this place.”

“Cleo.” Mark Anthony, came to her, and pressed his forehead to her’s. “It doesn’t matter. None of this matters. We’re together now, at long last. Noting can ruin this for me.”

Cleo sniffed, and looked up at him hopefully. “I’d worried… that after all this time… maybe I wasn’t as perfect as I thought I was. I’m not doing well in the show. I thought… maybe if tonight wasn’t perfect, you’d…”

“Don’t be a fool.” he cupped her face. “You are perfect.” He kissed her. They held it for a long time, as if trying to connect this kiss to their last one, ages ago, like trying to make up for lost time.

She sighed, when his lips left hers, a whimper leaving her throat. “Perfect.”