Veggies, Voting, and Victims

(For DS)

“And we’re back ladies and lowlives! You’ve already messed around with their lives, but now it’s time to crush their souls, ladies, and gentlemen, it’s popularity poll time.”

“What about my reward?” Eve glared at the host.

“Oh!” Skylar slapped herself on the forehead. “Du-doi! Sorry about that. I thought not transforming you was reward enough, but Eve you’re right.” Skylar took the mother’s hand and led her off of the dock and onto the frozen shore of the lake. “We all figured it would be fair that since you won, you don’t get transformed, which applies for your first trait as well. It would be kind of silly if we stacked you with three punishments as the winner wouldn’t it?”

Eve shrugged. “I’ll take it.”

Skylar looked at the camera. “Plus someone made us aware of a feedback loop with Boudica’s trait that would lead to infinite orgasams. Even the producers aren’t powerful enough to save the universe should that go off.”

A hole in the very reality of the show opened up and sucked Skylar in. For a brief moment, there was silence as she was gone. The girls all looked at each other pensively. The mountain wind howled, and flew through where she'd been, she was just... gone. It looked like the girl was sucked through a straw!

“Did…. we win?” Boudica looked around at the cameras. “Viewers of the world throw down your television sets! The atrocities on this show are being done in your name! You watching is fueling the creator’s desire to continue with this farce! Especially any comments or feedback! You must stop before this gets out of hand!”

Helen craned her neck. She looked to the production crew behind the cameras. “Can… can we go?

They all shrugged, just as clueless as the lot of them. A few looked like they were scrambling to make calls to see just where she'd gone, but for the moment they were as powerless as the contestants.

By the time Boudica realized this would be the perfect time to strangle Stan, the hole ripped back open, and spat Skylar back down on the ground. Her arms were secured behind her back by armbinders, her face was obscured by a horse mask, and her feet were crammed into tight boots which looked like hoofs. Other than that, she was naked, which was how everyone else knew it was Skylar, who else would have pierced tits and a pussy sealed shut by a zipper?

The host squirmed like a worm on the ground, and it took a production assistant helping her up to her… erm… hooves, to get her upright. When he took her mask off, she had a big ol apple shoved in her mouth, which Eve took and started eating.

“Hmm thank you.” Skylar husked, looking about the set. She was shaking in her uncomfortable-looking boots. “Um… after a short vacation, it was brought to my attention that the Producers can in fact handle an infinite orgasm event, and anyone saying otherwise is providing you with misinformation. Our network has always ventured to tell you the truth and provide you with the highest quality filth available, and would like to state that I’ll never misuse my stupid mouth in such a way again.”

Cleopatra looked over at Helen and mouthed, ‘what the fuck?’

“That was the best prize ever!” Eve cheered.

“Um no, heh, wow, okay um, can someone get my arms out of here, it’s hard to stand up like… wooooah!” She tipped forward and faceplanted in between Eve’s breasts. There’s simply no better place to be in the whole wide world. All pillows ever made were but vain attempts to recreate the splendor nestled there, and they’d only gotten bigger since joining the show! “Mmmmmm, that’s the stuff.” She sighed and drooled, and all the horrors of her extra-dimensional punishment seemed to fade away between those brilliant fun bags.

“My prize!” Eve snapped, shaking Skylar back to consciousness

“Mmm yes mommy.” Skylar sighed, snapping her fingers as best she could in their bindings.

The ground began to shake. Snow sheets on nearby mountains were jostled loose and fell to the earth in great avalanches. The frozen lake cracked, and at last from the ground on the nearby shore a tree sprung loose from the earth. It burst upwards like smoke from a chimney. But instead of sut and smoke, it was branches, and leaves, and a trunk half a mile high. The massive tree stretched into the sky, dwarfing the very mountains that surrounded them.

“I just wanted a jet ski!” Eve cried as it felt like the world was coming to an end.

When the dust settled, and the tree shifted in place, it was a horizon dominating sight, a tree none of them could identify, not even Eve who’d seen them all.

“The tree of plenty!” Skylar yelled, feeling her brain return to her. “We thought this would be a fun little prop for this season!”

“A prop?” Nzinga gawked. “That thing’s a marvel!”

“Thanks!” Skylar beamed. “Our team put a lot of work into it! If you look carefully the leaves look like vaginas!”

“Charming.” Joan gagged.

“And what’s a tree without…”

Eve’s ears twitched, and she held her hand out to the sky. Sure enough, her immaculate hearing had picked up on a little green thing falling right on top of her head. Of course, she managed to catch it before it could go that far. She took a look at the long green cylinder and concluded that it looked very much like the horse dildo they’d put in her welcome basket. “Fruit!” She announced cheerily.

“Actually, that’s a vegetable. The vegetable of Vengence, for this week's reward, go ahead and have a bite.”

“Okay I’m literally the only person here who doom humanity by eating magical fruit from a tree, but whatever.” Eve tore into that baby, taking huge bites of the juicy-looking thing. She chomped and chomped and…. Suddenly went slack-jawed, Her eyes went as wide as saucers. “Woooooooooah.” She drooled, nearly comatose. It was clear for all to see that she was having a vision.

Erica’s face was a perfect mask of confusion. “Her reward was LSD?”

“This show rocks!” Boudica laughed.”Pass me the horse cock blondie! I’ll have a taste!”

Eve never got to share in her little meal, slowly her eyes lost their dilation, and her focus returned to the real world. Though she was wobbly on her perfect legs. “D… do I have to?”

Skylar shrugged. “I guess not if you want a transformation instead.” She gestured to the other ladies. “Of course, you’ll get theirs too.”

Eve huffed. “You are such a meanie. Okay, fine, I’ll take it.”

Skylar beamed. “Who are you choosing?”

Eve looked to the circle, and the seven other girls squirmed under her gaze.

“Chose for what?” Nzinga was back in her seat, and rubbing a very full belly of sloshing soup.

Skylar smiled. “Vengence, of course.” She let the word hang in the air, but really it could mean anything. Honestly, who'd done Eve any harm all game? How bad could her vengeance really be?

“Okay.” Eve nodded and held her hands together. “Nzinga, Olympias and Cleopatra.”

“Eve!” Cleopatra cried, feeling genuinely hurt. “I thought we…”

“Quiet.” Skylar raised her hand, "you don’t even know what she chose you for.”

“Vengence!” Cried Olympias. “You just said it you, fool.”

“Oh yeah.” Skylar giggled. “Then I guess you should be upset.”

“Fuuuck.” Nzinga moaned, burying her face into her hands. The height of her fall was almost unimaginable. She’d gotten hit with everything bad all at once. She felt like she was going mad.

“But you don’t have to worry about that until you go to bed, so let’s put it out of our mind, and move on to the popularity poll, huh?”

“Umm no.” Olympias shook her head. “Nope nope no. Much more interested in the giant tree, the vegetable of vengeance, and what exactly Eve’s prize was!”

“Aww the audience doesn’t want to hear about all of that.” Skylar rolled her eyes, and started walking back to the circle. “They just want to see the fun, when it unfolds. But just know that that tree holds the rewards for each round. New round new fruit… or vegetable as it turns out.”

“Well, what’s the vegetable do? What did Eve sign us up for?” Cleopatra’s rage was back and enflamed.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Skylar winked. Then spun around to face a camera. “Well, ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for that popularity poll, did your waifu make it to the top? Was she sexy enough to win you over for another week, or is she a damn dirty garbage-eating pig like Nzinga? Hmm? A lot can happen in a week, so let’s see where we are!

“Rock bottom with a tie! Nzinga and Diaochan managed to collect a delicious 0 votes!”

Diaochan slowly looked over at Nzinga and, with a deadpan delivery simply said. “Ouch.”

“Votes?” Boudica knitted her brows together. “Wasn’t it points last week?”

“We changed voting methods.”

“Course’ ya did, why not?”

Nzinga +1 BP

Diaochan + 1BP

“Next up was Olympias, with one loyal fan.”

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Olympias

Mother of Alexander The Great

“It’s tough being one of a kind, my fan.” She raised the hem of her shirt to reveal her firm tits. “I hope this is thanks enough for your support.”

(Trying a new model for Olympias', Thoughts?)

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Olympias +3 BP

“Then it was another tie!”

Helen +4 BP

**Eve +4BP- - - - - -

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Helen

Princess of Troy

"Still got no clue what we use these points on. Please fans! Give me ideas!"

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“Followed by our third tie!”

Cleopatra +6

Boudica +6

“Yes!” Erica jumped up in her seat. “Good prevails!

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Erica

Avatar of Joan of Arc

“Thank you so much, everyone, this means everything. I knew that if you just give people the choice to choose good, they’ll pick it!”

“Oui.” Joan nodded along. “We all win this, evil gone forever, poof. Your vote is very important.”

“Yes.” Erica nodded. “And not just in matters of cosmic importance.”

“Oui, yes. Local elections are very important, especially on off years like this.”

“So important, I mean, I know it’s an off year, and inflation is high,..”

“Oui, price of sheep very very high.”

“What?” Erica looked to Joan.

“The Sheep, the uh, the baa baa’s. Yes?”

“Right, yeah I know sheep. What are you talking about?”

“Their price go up.”

“Oh okay, it’s just not many people buy sheep nowadays.”

“I am shepherdess.”

“Right… no right, I’m sorry. Sheep are expensive.”

“Gas, the baby food.”

“Right, you know we get it, We’re not blind to the issues. However, do you want a government that’s trying to solve those problems, or lynching gay people, and removing your right to vote?”

“Oui, My prince… eh the dauphin. He not great king, you know? He’s uh, a little baby man. But the alternative is slavery under Englishman, and that’s like WOOOOOOOW, entire government corrupted by Russian money? Really? We’re worried about Spaniards immigrating up north, when we got this guy to deal with? Yikes.”

Erica nodded her head. “Very relatable Joan. And it’s like… why did the english king’s son in law…”

“Monsieur Kushner.”

“Yes, why did he receive two billion dollars from Saudi Arabia after leaving government? That’s sketchy as fuck.”

“Oui! You think Baron Hunter is bad! This beetch way worse, and he was in the government making policy!”

“The French government.”

“Oui, French government. This is just history, we’re talking about. During hundred year war inflation very high, because everyone dead. The Dauphinhe try to help, but progress was slow.”

“Meanwhile, the English king promised if he won the majority of France he’d raise taxes on the peasants and cut them for the royalty.”

“Yeah it’s like wow dood, I guess if we can’t buy anything we don’t have to worry about prices. Very cool. He also promise to make all rape victims give birth, and force teachers to fight crazy teenagers with AR-15’s, while working during a plague, while cutting their funding, while threatening to sue them if they say word ‘gay’.”

“Sounds horrific.”

“It was, and I live like 400 years ago. But the thing is, despite having only backwards and evil policies, he gave us permission to hate other frenchmen, the Burgundians.” She spat on the ground. “Oh, if I ever hated a man, it was a Burgundian. They supported English king and wanted to give all of France to his evil cause, they even had their own evil church claiming to work in gods name to do so. But here’s the thing. A majority of Frenchmen opposed the English kings’ policies. If we kept silent and stayed home, we would lose our land, government, and rights. By doing nothing, and being disaffected, we could choose to let evil, corrupt men control our lives. But we didn’t stay home. We rose up, and voted him and his horde of science-denying cristofascists out of government!”

“You voted? In a monarchy?”

“Oui with our swords. Circa Nov 8th”

“I see, and God’s will was done. France was restored.”

“Oui that is my story… anyway thanks for your votes, everyone!”

“Yes! Thank you for your votes, we promise a spectacular end to this season if you keep voting for us. And I know you’re thinking it’s not going to involve sex.”

“This is wrong.”

“Yeah, our plan involves sex, so just keep that in mind.”

“Oui.”

“Beto For Texas!”

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Cleopatra

Queen of The Nile

“Going from last place to third, feels pretty great, thanks guys! And let me just say, the more bonus points I get the more upgrades I can throw around, so keep that in mind for next week.”

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Boudica

Queen of The Iceni

“I knew you boys couldn’t resist me, womanly charrrrms.”

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“Okay folks, we’ve done it! All that’s left is to say goodbye to Stan, and hello to the master.” Skylar turned to the man, sat firmly in his chair. “Stan you’ve been a wonderful sport this last week, and we here on the show just want to think you for stepping in during this difficult time. Any last words?”

He looked out to the assembled women, most of whom were too sad or ashamed to look him in the eye. “I guess; good luck to all of you. And I hope I’ve been less of a douche than that other guy.”

“That’s an awful send-away!” Helen cried.

“Seriously.” Cleopatra looked at Skylar. “Just keep Stan, okay? We’d all be a lot easier to handle if it’s him.”

“Yeah.” Boudica got in on it next. “We all went along with your scheme to save your bacon, from your bosses. Now help us out, keep the boy and let’s get on with this.”

Skylar perced her lips, annoyed in a breezy kind of way. She snapped her fingers and nodded. “Very well, let’s put it to a vote, that’ll be fun huh?” She looked to the circle. “Everyone who’s against bringing Satan back, raise your hands.”

Boudica, Erica, Cleopatra, Helen, and Eve all raised their hands in solidarity with one another.

“Really?” Cleopatra glared at her roommate.

Olympias simply shrugged. “I’m in it for the throne.”

Nzinga, and Diaochan kept their reasons to themselves, but they were outvoted anyway.

“Yes, well I’ll keep this all in mind.” A deep voice broke like thunder across the dock. Slowly everyone turned and saw Stan sitting in his chair, loose and free from Skylar’s magic, his eyes dark as the depths of space. He was smiling, and though materially the same person as minutes before, it was clear that there was something else animating his body.

Daddy’s home.

“Welcome back Sir.” Skylar smiled. “I hope we continue to make this show great together.”

“Yes, yes.” Stan… Satan yawned. “You made your point, you vulgar little gremlin. I’ll play the game.” Those were simple words for a man who'd ben rendered down his base colors for a week.

“Excellent, and speaking of playing the game… how do you feel about that little vote we just held?”

“Well I must say it rather hurt my feelings.” He smiles. “They only knew me for an afternoon, and they knew this Stan fellow for a week. How could I have ever competed.”

“Would you say that the girls who didn’t give you a chance… displeased you?”

“You know, Skylar, I would. I really would.”

Skylar looked toward the camera. “Good thing we’re still in this section of the game! Hey, let’s bring up the scoreboard!

Eve: vp:12 bp:4 (-2)

Cleopatra: vp:10 bp:6 (-2)

Erica: vp:8 bp:15 (-2)

Diaochan : vp:7 bp:1

Olympias : vp:6 bp:3

Boudica: vp:4 bp:6 (-2)

Helen: vp:3 bp:4 (+-2)

Nzinga: vp:3 bp:1

"Yikes!" Skylar giggled. "That's gotta hurt! Sorry girls, but Satan is your master, end of story." Skylar was kind of grumbling to herself, that dirty trick would have been much more memorable if it changed anyone's positions. Oh well, these were willful and powerful women, nothing would throw them off their game like losing points. Just look at Nzinga, she was so broken from this week, she could hardly look up from her feet as all this went on.

"You're real fuckin' bitch Skylar!" Boudica growled. She looked over a Lucifer, now inhabiting the body they had all come to associate with Stan. "You didn't even let us say goodbye!"

"I'm still here Boudica." Lucifer smiled. "Stan was me, just without the evil. I remember everything, the movies, the clams, I'm here!"

"Fuck you!" Boudica screamed. "Those memories were for a good man!" She got to her feet and marched back to the lodge, trucking any crew members that got in her way.

Helen had her head buried in Cleopatra's shoulder, her body heaving with sobs. The girls who weren't a wreck by the sudden... dismissal of Stan, were still bothered by his sudden erasure. Even those who'd voted to have Satan back, weren't happy. No it was an ill mood that swept across the circle, for their master had returned and that one brief week of courtship and fun with his stand-in was over. Harem Hotel was really getting started now.

"Erica, you changed your uniform." Lucifer tilted his head. "I like it."

"You mean it?" Erica beamed and jumped to her feet, feeling flush with giddy excitement. He liked her outfit! "Thanks Daddy! I mean Daddy! Fuck... Daddy!"

"I do. You look like the type of girl who gives lots of head in the bathroom, those are my favorite."

Erica giggled and did a shy little dance as she felt his eyes take her in. He liked her! This feeling was intoxicating.

"Why don't you be a naughty little girl, and show the camera your panties huh? I think everyone would like that."

Erica blushed and looked at a Camera that was circling around with interest. Erica shyly looked around the circle, her fellow contestants had nothing but worried looks for her. "Daddy, I can't, everyone is watching!" Despite saying that her fingers were clutching the hem of her skirt, tantalizingly close to yanking it up.

"Enough of this." Joan grumbled, grabbing Erica by the shoulder and pulling her away from the circle as well. "She is not your pet."

Satan grinned as the watched the two walk away, well Joan was walking, Erica was getting dragged, all the while giving him longing puppy dog looks over her shoulder. "Not yet." He looked around at who remained. "So who am I sleeping with tonight?"

Skylar spoke it. "It should be Eve, but she'll be busy with her reward, so we'll just go to Helen."

The princess gulped and looked to Satan. "Welcome Back, Sir."