Hi Everyone!
The FINAL entry in “The Empire’s Next Top Goddess” is available today, featuring the big showdown between Brisa and Valentina in their bed for the Eternal Emperor’s favor. This one is wild–reality is shifting and breaking down, mind-control powers are flying everywhere, and there’s even a pesky third-party hoping to break apart the celebrations…it’s available here!
Blurb:
Two Perfect Dolls. One Divine Master. The Ultimate Contest.
It’s the grand finale of The Empire’s Next Top Goddess, looking for an answer to the burning question–can a living god create a woman so hot even he can’t resist her? The Eternal Emperor wants to find out, and the two finalists may very well be so skilled at undoing his self-control that he unravels reality itself.
So, the stakes are *kinda* high.
Brisa, the radiant beacon of uninhibited exuberance, clashes against Valentina, the sultry mistress of shadow and calculated seduction. Both have been sculpted into immortal visions of lust and beauty. Both possess the persuasive talents to turn strong men into obedient furniture. But only one can kneel at the Emperor’s feet as his supreme consort…if he remembers to not kneel for them himself.
Watch as they weaponize their impossible curves and unleash their hypnotic charms in a dazzling display of betrayal and devotion. They will preen, pose, and plead, pushing their enhanced bodies to the absolute limit to prove who is the ultimate accessory. Vanity is the highest virtue, and surrender is the only victory worth having. Witness the finale of The Empire’s Next Top Goddess!
WARNING: This story contains scenes of INTENSE transformation and bimbofication, mind control, lactation erotica, breeding, and an unfiltered view of what a sadist with omnipotent power would make of a world that exists to please him.
The First Thousand-ish Words:
The third episode premieres four weeks later, on a Tuesday at 3:30 PM. Once again, the time change and the delay exist solely to administer another round of scathing, excoriating tortures to the billions waiting for the next episode and to unexpectedly interrupt the work day. All those not at home, watching and fervently masturbating themselves in honor of The Eternal Master and their choice for Top Goddess will be punished severely; and just so, any factories missing their hourly quota of accomplished will have their workers flogged continuously throughout the next ten weeks by imperious, tall, angelic-faced Valkyries who cum at every last strike of their lash.
The Empire Comes First—no matter what.
There are two camps now remaining in the quest for The Eternal Master’s new Goddess—and it should be revelatory indeed that it is a new Goddess, as Elise (or is it Elisa? Or is it Emiko? Or does it even matter?) revealed at the tail-end of the last episode that she, once upon a time, was the Eternal Master’s Goddess also.
Do you remember such a thing? It’s unlikely, given the massive brain wipe The Eternal Master instituted across all of his servants (and we are all, of course, His Servants), and also given that it could easily have been decades ago and the common life expectancy for most of you filthy, downtrodden laborers is less than twenty years. It’s a good thing you’re vat-grown to come out fully formed!
The first shot of today’s episode is actually two shots spliced together, split into two equal sections, opposing views of Valentina and Brisa’s gorgeous countenances as they sit and prepare. Valentina is in a vibrant green garden, softly petting Felicity’s hair as she lays in her lap. Both of them, comfortably lounging on a couch, have their feet atop Angeline’s back as the redhead waits pouting on her hands and knees.
Brisa, on the other hand, admires herself in a mirror in the ornate, deliciously aesthetic quarters that previously had been given to Lauryn. Lauryn and Tamara are at her feet, softly whispering cultish worship. Brisa is in a rare moment without her phone in an outstretched hand livecasting herself to the world of her subscribers (to whom she is the entire world).
Both of them must be thinking the same exact thing; it is not heresy to imagine what a potential goddess might think, only heresy to contend that you know for sure.
If she can be relegated now to just being Master’s personal attendant, treated like an accessory, why wouldn’t the same become of me?
Plans and evaluations and an entire treasury’s worth of deliciously erotic bribes run through their minds, planning the ways in which they can press an advantage.
Each and every girl wears tight, sparkling hot lingerie—the outfit command for the day. A friendly rundown appears on the screen:
ISLA, fiery platinum blond athlete, appears as a scorch mark on the outer edges of The Eternal Master’s estate.
LINDSAY, gone too soon, hunts various birds as a pack of forgotten kittens through the massive gardens atop the mountain where The Eternal Master resides.
BRISA, who mindfucks women and men alike with her image and presence and charm into giving away their money, their time, and their souls, stands proudly as she admires her reflection in hot yellow heels, stockings, and tiny bust-displaying lingerie.
LAURYN, the sensationally sexy burgundy brunette who was so very ready to rules-lawyer her way into success now is firmly mindfucked into Team Brisa and wears yellow as a result.
TAMARA, an empty-headed bimbo whose thoughts now mostly consist of her tongue sliding over Brisa’s ankles, also was mindfucked into the yellow-lingerie clad Team Brisa (although it is generous to say her mind existed very much in the first place).
FELICITY, the girl-next-door if you lived next door to Heaven, brunette and effortlessly sexy, has finally found her reason to exist in helpless and hopeless worship—while wearing violet lingerie—of the murderously hot (and just plain murderous) Valentina.
ANGELINE, the savagely-tempered redhead whose anger has been tamed by her brain’s rewiring into absolutely adoring and obeying the flawless Valentina, has been allotted only violet heels and a collar by her new mistress.
VALENTINA, midnight-haired and violet clad, contemplates the many intricate ways she could crucify a competitor while she enjoys the simplicity of Felicity’s love and Angeline’s humiliation.
The camera finally centers on the immense marble stairway leading up to an enormous temple atop the mountain. It is, like all things on the mountain and indeed like the mountain itself, a testament purely to The Eternal Master’s domination. The smallest stone in the steps weighs several tons and is ten feet by two by ten, and there are thousands more in the ascent alone.
A small portal rips open at the base of the stairs, and opens wide enough so that our camera may peer in.
Inside is the pocket dimension of The Eternal Master—a harem-filled arena layered in endless pillows, every surface underpinned by the softest and most firm mattresses imaginable.
A parade of dozens of exquisitely beautiful girls adorn the space, all wearing tight, sparkling lingerie crafted specifically to bring out their most perfect curvatures. The colors range from bright pink to hot indigo.
Each is an exact clone of either Brisa or Valentina, but at the same time each woman stands out from the rest: some wear knee-high boots and leather jackets, or thigh-high stockings; bodysuits with gemstones adorning their cleavage, or camisoles with lace-up details at their sides. Some have their hair up, some down, some short, some long. But all share the exact facial characteristics and bodies of the original Brisa and Valentina.
And there is one other thing that all of these women have in common—their eyes are filled with an overwhelming love for The Eternal Master’s gigantic cock. And in this dimension, it is literally gigantic—made more than ten times its normal size in proportion to the giant-sized Eternal Master.
These fifty women, each of them made to look exactly like the demi-goddesses Valentina or Brisa—all down to the tiny perfect mole on each right shoulder blade of Brisa or the slight curve of the lips of Valentina—simultaneously ogle and embrace The Eternal Master’s enormous phallus with the utmost reverence and awe. His vastness is beyond comprehension. He has made himself a giant purely to feel the tongues of his two top girls several dozen times over as they all work and moan and ache on his cock…
