The First Challenge Revealed

“What was that?” Cleopatra turned to the hallway, and it was scant seconds later that all eight of them were rushing to see what was happening.

There in the hallway amidst the rubble and smoke was Lucifer, who had his arms extended. He had Skylar’s head in his hands, while her punky body dangled from it, not too dissimilar from how Olympias had grabbed Cleo the night before. It didn't look like a comfortable position.

“Hey girls!” Skylar waved, as the contestants entered the hall. “Missed you all at breakfast! I saved us a table, but me, Xi, Yang, and Wang all had the best talk."

“What’s going on?” Helen was a little more focused on why an angry Lucifer looked like he was going to pop Skylar’s head off.

“Oh!” Skylar’s eyes turned back to Lucifer, seeing that her neck wasn’t going to be doing any turning. “The Master and I are just hashing out our ideas on where we think the season should be going.”

“I know you can hear me!” Lucifer yelled at the ceiling. “Didn’t you read my profile? I don’t play nice with godly entities telling me what to do! Get Eve and The Saint out of here right now, or I’ll crush her head, and ruin your whole show. I've given you plenty of warning!” He was feral, spitting, snarling, that nasty dragon tail and those sinister six wings were out in full ****. This did not look like a man any of these women, even Olympias wanted to marry, let alone touch. Even the most steadfast of them began to think that Erica killing him wouldn't be such a bad thing.

Skylar cleared her throat. “Lucifer we all love your wild, anti-establishment antics, and are looking forward to seeing how you handle the girls in the upcoming season. However, we feel the women we selected for you are optimal for creating an exciting and arousing…”

“Shut up!” Lucifer shook her. “I’ll only talk to your bosses from now on.”

Eve stepped forward, a worried hand clutched to her chest. “Lucifer stop this! I want to be here. Put her down.”

Everyone with eyes to see, was surprised when they saw a look of concern wash over Lucifer’s face. A man who up until now had only shown cocky amusement and outrage. Eyebrows all around the room cocked, as the relationship between the two deepened its mystery. He seemed to catch these looks from the girls, aware that they might have sensed some flaw or weakness within his black heart. “Silence whore!” He barked, his face falling back into outrage. “I wouldn’t touch you for all the world.”

Now it was Eve’s turn to wear the unusual emotion. Her earnest desire to diffuse the situation broke down into a wounded wince. She shrunk back into the crowd, undoubtedly hurt.

“See?” Skylar pressed. “Even now our ratings are going up! The tweets are rolling in!”

“Rrraaaaah!” Lucifer roared, and the entire lodge rumbled. “Right now! Right now! Right now! End this right now!”

Skylar sighed and snapped her fingers.

Then, the strangest thing happened.

All the red that made up Lucifer suddenly shot off of him and coalesced in a little red glob of liquid. It floated in mid-air completely separate from Lucifer and just hung there. He turned pale, as will happen to a man who loses all his red. Then the same happened to his orange, and yellow, and on and on it went. Lucifer dissolved before their very eyes one color at a time. This continued until the last of visible light was gone from his body, violet was separated from him in its own little floating orb, and the process went on beyond that but the humans did not see this. Ultraviolet and the colors behind flew off him as well, until he was completely gone.

Skylar landed on her chunky boots, with a clank, her piercings rattled. There was simply nothing left to hold her up. She turned toward the horrified contestants with a big smile. “Okay! Looks like our master won’t be joining us for today’s challenge.”

“Aaaaaaaah!” The eight screamed, pretty much in unison.

Cut to commercial break.

Erica

Host of Joan of Arc

“I just saw a man ripped apart… by his colors!”

Boudica

Queen of The Iceni

“He had it coming.”

Helen

Princess of Troy

“Do I still get the buff from my breakfast if I threw it all up?”

When the commercial break was over it looked like Skylar was able to wrangle the contestants together and calm them down. “It’s fine, everything’s fine everybody. The Master is just taking a little time out so he can calm down.”

“What the was that?” Cleo was suddenly feeling a whole lot more cooperative with the game if that was the type of thing Skylar could do.

“Oh.” Skylar looked at the floating colors as if they were an afterthought or something of no interest. “That’s um… time out.” She poked the floating orb of liquid indigo.

“Dang.” Eve looked around at the still flabbergasted gals. “I guess that’s all the explanation we’re getting.”

“Haha don’t worry we’ll figure it out, folks.” Skylar laughed, a little nervously. Her back was sweating like a pig. This was bad, this was so bad. “Let’s head into the lobby so we can begin our first challenge." She stepped aside, to let the group pass. They walked through the hallway, careful to avoid the colors they could see, but utterly horrified when they found themselves moving through globs of infrared, and the rest. "Yup." Skylar nodded, as Boudica pushed through a puddle of Vevic, the color of evil. "Just keep moving, it'll come right off."

The shell-shocked contestants were arranged around the living room, in various sexy poses. Some sat on chairs, others laid out on couches all were arranged around a central coffee table, that Skylar was sitting on, fiddling absent-mindedly with her belly button ring. The morning had started off so promising, when she woke up a robin was sitting right on her window frame. A robin! Now she'd banished the master. How are you supposed to have a game with no master? Ah geez, she was going to have to call in back up on this one. They just needed to lobotomize lucifer a liiiiiiiitle bit to make him not so violent right? What had they missed in their research? Why was Eve such a problem? The audience loved her, even more so now that she had a bimbo body, and still wasn't wearing much in the way of clothes. It appeared their relationship was more complicated than sources had led them to believe. Boy oh boy, what a disaster. Oh well at least the girls were on track, Boudica had a super-steamy hook-up last night, very fun. Olympias and Cleopatra were butting heads as expected, and even Erica got a taste of what the hotel had to offer. Things were going great... other than that master thing. In which case, she was so crewed.

"Hello and welcome back to Harem Hotel, hope ya liked that cold open. Lucifer's fine, he's just feeling a little under the weather, so we're letting him sleep it off. But don't worry! Our girls are in a fighting spirit, and ready to play! Isn't that right girls?"

She gave the room a pleading look, but no one would meet her eyes. They were all pale and had far-off looks like they'd just seen a man ripped into a million different colors.

"It was like... seeing a blanket unravel..." Helen whispered softly.

"They're such drama queens!" Skylar laughed nervously. “Before we begin our challenge it’s important to know where we are. We became aware of an error in our tabulations in our last episode involving Helen.”

“Yes! I knew it!” Suddenly she was back and perky. Drama Queen Indeed.

“She actually got one point less.”

“Oh come on!”

“As a result Diaochan will receive an extra point, seeing that she’s not tied with Helen anymore.” Skylar nodded. “If you’ll look to the T.V you’ll see the correct scores listed.

Nzinga: vp:10 bp:0

Eve: vp:7 bp:0

Boudica: vp:6 bp:0

Erica: vp:5 bp:5

Olympias : vp:4bp:0

Diaochan : vp:3 bp:0

Helen: vp:2 bp:0

Cleopatra: vp:1 bp:0

“Erica you fought so hard for those bonus points, but haven't spent them up?"

Joan appeared by her on the couch and crossed her arms. "She got distracted. Yes, much too busy to read the rule book either."

"I was looking around," Erica whined.

"Yes, I know what you were looking at." Joan crossed her arms like a disappointed big sister.

Skylar smiled. "Well let's hope you keep your eye on the ball this week. Now this challenge is an exciting one, we call it: Hell Hath No Fury!"

A title card appears on the screen for the audience viewing at home. As well as a short animation of the title appearing, while to sexy succubi lean against the design.

"The game is simple, this is a mission of ****. Love is a beautiful and sacred bond, and when it is broken the offense demands retribution. Men are weak willed animals and are easily led astray by their base desires. We are providing each of you with one woman, who's been cheated on by her significant other. They've asked Satan for **** so we're sending you in to complete the request."

“Oh lord.” Erica put her head in her hands.

Boudica smiled. “I like where this is goin’”

“You have eight days to get these women the **** they seek. However, you think they deserve it.

"Now a few ground rules. Televised standards will not allow us to encourage you to commit crimes.”

“This whole show is a crime against humanity.” Said Cleo.

“Be that as it may. No ****, or ****.”

Olympias and Boudica both threw their hands up in exasperation. "It's not **** until you see your enemies exhale their last agonized breath." Explain Olympias, calmly.

"We. Are. A. Smut. Show." Skylar claps back. "We're on episode two and Only Boudica's gotten laid."

"Wwwwhhaaaa?" Helen shot up. "You said!"

"It wasn't with Satan!" Boudica crossed her arms defensively.

"No ****." Nzinga tried getting everyone back on target. "What else?"

The host, kicked her legs excitedly. "Only the best part. Ya can't hurt the targets, but you can change them." She points to Eve's stomach. The brand on her body becomes visible, glowing with its ill magic. "Those lovely brands we gave you are the focal point of your powers as sins. You’ll be able to use that to affect your targets with your corruption, making minor changes to them to help your goals along.”

Cleo's nipples perked right up. "We can use our brands to change people?"

Skylar nodded. "At this level you'll only be able to make minor mental changes, but eventually yes. The more corrupt you become, the stronger the changes you can make to the body and minds of others."

Cleo made a note to masturbate to that as soon as she could.

Olympias held her hand out to inspect her own brand. “How do we win?”

“The audience will vote on their favorite punishments. So get creative.”

“This again?” Cleopatras crossed her arms, as hostile towards democracy as the GOP.

“We love our audience and want them as engaged as possible.”

“Sure sure, so we’ve got a week to do this? Are they coming to us, or what?”

“You’ll be visiting their lives! Should be fun for all of you to get a taste of the modern world.”

“I hear porn is crazy now!” Helen said excitedly.

“The devil does good work, I’ll give him that.” Erica nods, plenty familiar with Furaffinity.

Nzinga raised her hand. “How will that work?”

“There will be a shuttle outside the lodge that will take you back and forth. It runs from six to six. If you don’t make it, you’re spending your night on earth.”

“Fucking why?” Boudica cried. “You just ripped Satan in half you can’t run a bus all day?”

“Drama, Boudica. We do it for the drama.” She waved her hand. “In addition, we’ll be starting rotations with the master tonight, so by the time the challenge is over, you’ll have each slept with him once.”

“What do you mean?” Cleopatra looked over her shoulder. “Isn’t he in time out?”

There was a pregnant pause, followed by Skylar slapping her forehead. “Doh!” She wringed her hands nervously. “It’s okay… it’s okay I can still salvage this." A paint pallet appeared in her hand. She then ran to the floating orbs of color that had been Satan. She gathered them up on her pallet and started running a paintbrush through them. “We can fix this, we can fix this…”

She started dragging the paintbrush through the air, and where it went the color stayed. Soon it began to take the shape of a man. She was quite good as a lifelike figure with a suit began to appear within minutes. Someone who looked vaguely like Satan, like a memory of him.

The contestants were exactly as horrified as they had been when she’d ripped the guy apart.

“What are you doing!?!?!” Boudica screamed.

“Well we can’t get him back until he’s calmed down… so I’m making a replacement in the meantime.”

“That’s so much worse!” Helen cried.

“No! No! It’ll be great, we’ll make him together, look.” She gestured to the as-of-yet unborn painting. “What should I add?”

“No one answers her!” Cleopatra order.

“Come on guys!” Skylar whined. She swiped her brushes a few times, and suddenly the painted man was holding a bunny. “Look he likes animals.”

Both Eve and Erica let out a heartfelt “Aww.”

“Stop it!” Cleo demanded.

“Okay, so we're kind of contractually obligated to have you guys sleep with the master each night. But he wants to rip my head off, totally understandable by the way, but that's gonna be a bit hard on the show. So will not having a master. So while Lucifer is cooling off, I'll just use all of his goop to make a temporary master. He'll be made of the same stuff, so technically he's still Lucifer, we'll just have him be a little less murdery."

Boudica raised her hand. "What if we just made him less murdery... forever?"

"Oh Boudica, that would be immoral."

"Fuck me of course, it would be." She threw up her arms.

Nzinga spoke next. "What do you even mean Temporary Master? This has never happened before. Can we score points with... this?" She gestured to the painted man.

"Actually this has happened a few times," Skylar replied.

"THIS?" Helen jumped to her feet. "THIS HAS HAPPENED BEFORE?" She pinched the bridge of her nose. "I can't do this. Boudica you talk to her."

Boudica shook her head. "Nope. Nope. This has broken me."

"Skylar," Olympias spoke slowly, from her chair. "Just explain to us slowly, like we're not magical beings, how this would work."

"So, we paint the guy, and I just leave all the nasty demon parts that are on time out, out of the painting. So this guy, is Lucifer, without all the evil. Okay? He won't have his memories or anything like that. But technically, and legally still lucifer. Then we continue with the show like normal, with him acting as the master. You guys score points with him, sleep with him, blah blah blah, a week passes, we put the devil back in him, and everyone's happy."

Eve looked awfully concerned with this. "Will... he remember... the week? When he gets back?"

"He'll remember it in the way Erica remembers being a college student."

"Like it was another life." Erica offers. She reclines in her seat, as she thinks about what any of this could mean. She and Joan both trade a few meaningful looks before the saint gives her a nod. "Give him green eyes."

Skylar brightens and brushed the green into his eyes. "What next?"

"Erica, what are you doing?" Cleopatra demands.

"The show's got to go on." She answers plainly. "I want a British accent, NO! Australian."

"Done."

Boudica nods and sits up. "And give him some scruff! Just a lil' unshaven."

Diaochan nods her head, as Skylar gets to work. "And he has to be dominating, but only after lots of foreplay."

"He likes to cuddle," Olympias adds as well.

Nzinga raised her hand. "Can... can he be black?" She offered it up to the group.

"Hell yeah." Skylar added a few reworks to the model.

"He's gorgeous!" Helen cheers. "With a big dick!"

"Not too big!" Boudica says, still feeling a little sore from last night.

The gathered group looked to Cleopatra for her approval and her input. She looked cautiously at Skylar, who was orchestrating this insane event. "This isn't a trap?"

"No trap."

Reluctantly Cleopatra's face breaks into a smile. These girls were really something special. Maybe it was just the shared trauma of being in this show, but she really did like most of the. With one glaring exception. Maybe it was okay to let her guard down... just a little."Well, he's got to be rich, right?" She looked around and saw the circle nodding their approval of her assessment. What self-respecting queen would marry a pauper?

"Yeaaaah!"

"Wooooooo!"

"That's our avarice!" Nzinga cheered, along with the rest of them, as their collective dream began to take place.

"Eve." Skylar looked to the Mother for her final approval. "What do you think?"

Eve looked down at her feet, a bit embarrassed about her answer. "C-can you make him good?"

Skylar for whom a smile was her resting face, suddenly got a sad look to her. True sympathy. she looked down at her pallette. "There's not much there."She said truthfully. "She dabbed her brush in the paint, and took in the figure. "I'll just have to give him the biggest heart I can." When she finished with brush strokes, she had a guy ready to go. Victory snagged from the jaws of defeat.

The producers were going to kill her for this.

She snapped her fingers, and just like that the man was alive. Flesh blood, all that good living stuff. He blinked, as he came into existence surrounded by nine beautiful women, men have been born into worse. "Ummm, hey everyone!" He gave a shy wave. "It's nice to meet you all!"