The Empress' New Servant

The girls all gathered in the voting chamber. The Pornstars were eagerly waiting to find out who would be their new Bitch for the week. Josee seemed especially eager for some reason. [Josee: I'm getting sick and tired of serving that pig, MacArthur, so I convinced Dawn to "coerce" The Killer Sluts into doing me a little favor this week. Heh heh heh]

Chris stepped forward, holding in one hand the Bitch Collar, and in the other a collar with a golden letter B for a tag. "Ladies, it's time to find out who you voted for. First up, the Killer Sluts. Will you choose Courtney? The girl who lost you the second challenge, thus landing you all in second place?"

"Hey!" Courtney objected.

"Or will you choose MacArthur? The girl who lost the first challenge, but won the second, thus keeping you out of last place?"

"Heh. Yeah, I was pretty awesome. You're welcome by the way." MacArthur said to her teammates who all looked guilty for some reason.

"Tonights Bitch is… MacArthur!"

"What?!" MacArthur exclaimed. "What the hell? I won the last challenge for us! Why am I the Bitch?"

"There… May have been a deal with the Pornstars…" Courtney said sheepishly. "Involving Dawn and literally the best orgasms of my life."

"What?! You guys made a deal with the Pornstars?!"

"And, since MacArthur is my Bitch tonight, that means I don't have to be hers." Josee said, grinning evilly.

"You!" MacArthur said with pure malice. "This was all your idea!"

"Yep. Now, get your fat ass back to Loser Class so I can make the most of this." Josee said happily. "I've got a super thick strap-on with your name on it."

MacArthur growled angrily, but soon calmed down and smiled. "Hey, Sanders, since you and I won't be able to do anything tonight, why don't I give you Josee until I'm out of Loser Class?"

"What?!" Josee yelled.

"That okay, Chris?" MacArthur asked.

"I don't see why not." Chris said.

"So, what do you say, Sanders?" MacArthur asked.

"I'd love to torture Josee for you," Sanders said, "just as long as you repay me later." She added with a wink.

"This is insane! You can't just give me to someone else!" Josee yelled as Sanders took her and led her back to Loser Class. "I'll get you for this, you stupid bitch!"

"In your dreams, Ice Nerd!" MacArthur called after her. She then went up to Chris and accepted the Bitch Collar with a satisfied smile on her face.

"Next up: the Elimination Vote. The Possible Virgins are eliminating their second player in a row." Chris said. "Heh heh. Sucks to be you, doesn't it?"

"Just tell us who's off, Chris." Gwen snapped.

"All right, all right. The player who's getting kicked off is… Taylor!"

Taylor sighed. She went up and took the collar with the golden B and put it on. "I don't have to be a slave to Chef, do I?" She asked nervously.

"You'll see who you're serving in the back." Chris said. "But I think you're gonna like it."

Taylor shuffled nervously to the bedroom at the back of the plane, passing Sanders fucking Josee roughly with a strap-on and MacArthur being forced to lick Izzy's pussy along the way. Finally, she arrived and opened the door.

"Hello, Taylor." Inside the room was Blainley, dressed in her gladiator outfit from before and lying seductively on the bed.

"Blainley? You're my new mistress?"

"I'm not Blainley tonight." Blainley replied. "Tonight, I'm a Roman empress, and you're my new concubine here to please me."

"O-okay…" Taylor said nervously. "And, um… How do you want me to do that?"

Blainley laid back on the bed and spread her legs. "Come lick your new mistress' pussy." She purred. "If you make me cum quick, I'll give you a reward."

Taylor got down in front of Blainley and started licking her pussy slowly, showing how little experience she actually had. Nevertheless, Blainley moaned quietly, rubbing her nipples to get more pleasure. Taylor kept at it, probing deeper with her tongue and moving it quicker. She started using her tongue to play with Blainley's clit, causing Blainley to moan louder and louder. "Aaaah! Yeah! Right there! RIGHT… UNNNGH THEEEEERE! AAAAAAAAH!" Blainley screamed as she came hard, drenching Taylor's face.

Taylor licked her lips clean and stood up, letting Blainley take a few moments to catch her breath. "You're better than I thought you'd be." Blainley panted. "Now for your reward." She pulled Taylor on top of her and kissed her passionately, reaching down to finger her pussy slowly and tenderly. Blainley then flipped them so that she was on top, scissoring with Taylor and rubbing her pussy up against hers. Both of them moaned loudly as the two of them moved in perfect synchronization, creating the ultimate amount of pleasure for both of them.

"AAAAH! I'm gonna cum!" Taylor moaned.

"Me too!" Blainley said. "Cum with me!" The two of them both cried out from pleasure as they both climaxed, laying down together on the bed when they were finished.

"That was amazing…" Taylor panted happily.

"I know." Blainley said. "I think having you as a servant is going to be fun."

"I think so too." Taylor replied with a smile on her face.

Meanwhile, in the cockpit, Chris was watching the whole thing on a screen next to Chef, who was getting sucked off by his own Bitch, Heather. "Whoa! Having a Bitch looks pretty nice! I hope I get the next one." Chris said.

Chef groaned as he came in Heather's mouth, sending her away with an appreciatory slap on the ass. "Yeah, they're pretty great." He said, satisfied.

Chris turned to the camera. "Who will win the next challenge? Will the Screaming Pornstars keep up their winning streak? And will Josee ever catch a break on this show? Find all the answers to all these questions and more next time on Total… Drama… Sex Tour!"