Note: Thank you to those who enjoyed the meta twist from the last chapter. Yes, this story has a plot somehow. We don't know how that happened either. But before plot, there must come more sex. So, this is a chapter that we wrote. It was very fun to write and is probably awful to read. At this point, twenty-seven chapters in, we don't know what you are expecting from us. Quite frankly, if you aren't expecting the worst, we don't know what's up. That being said, if you think you can outkink us, give us suggestions for what kinds of challenges should be included in the Ultimate Slut-Off next! Who knows, maybe you can be more fucked up than we are. Enjoy.

The stage was set.

The contestants were ready.

It was time…for the Ultimate Slut-Off™ to begin!

The foyer of the Schnee Manor had been completely changed by the power of Salem's dark magic. Black, gooey masses and tendrils lined the entirety of the room, coating it in a thick layer of black, save for a massive, clean circle located center in the room. The two contestants stood there, heavy lights beating down on their heads, standing just far enough apart so that Blake wouldn't rip Yang's stupid face off. The hundreds of whores in the Sea of Sluts had been forced the outside, where, cramped and uncomfortable, they all sat on bleachers comprised entirely of writhing tentacles, which rubbed and slithered and flicked at their pussies every so often to keep them in a constant state of alertness and pleasure. And fear of course, as surrounding them on every side were evil Grimm ready to claw their faces off if they disobeyed. The steps at the end of the hall were transformed into a throne of sorts, and the surrounding area had been manipulated to appear like a set of some crude game show. There was Emerald, the host, standing at the base of the steps with her master's hastily scribbled notes in her hands. There was the "judges panel", which consisted of Ilia, Kali, Weiss, Winter and Willow strung up on tentacles in a row off to the side. And then, on the throne itself, was the grand designer of such twisted perversion. The master of darkness and sex herself. The Queen of the Grimm: Salem.

And she was ready to get this shindig started!

"Ladies and…um, ladies," Salem announced boldly, gesturing the crowd. "Welcome to the first-ever Ultimate Slut-Off™!"

A weak murmur moved through the audience. Salem grimaced and snapped her fingers. The Grimm in the room began to snarl and growl viciously, and suddenly, the studio audience became far more compliant, erupting into tremendous cheers and applause. Salem's smile returned, and she nodded as she resumed the festivities.

"Thank you, thank you. You're all too kind," she said proudly. "Today, we will determine which of these two whores is worthy enough to join the prestigious ranks of my Four Whores-men of the Apocalypse. We will be engaging in a contest of degeneracy unlike which the world has never seen before. By the end of this night, we shall determine who is the sluttiest of all the sluts in Remnant. Emerald, my dear, will you please introduce the contestants?"

"Yes, Mistress Salem," Emerald said, clearing her throat and looking down at the note sheet. "First up: She's the fuck-loving Faunus from Menagerie whose been hounding after her own mother since age eleven! Her interests include reading smut novels, writing erotica, and pursuing social justice across Remnant for her people. Please give it up for the White Fang fucker, the pussycat who loves pussy, the ever-sexy…Blake Belladonna!"

The crowd cheered for Blake, who stood in the middle of the room with her arms crossed and her brow furrowed.

"Seriously?" she muttered. "Do we have to do all of this, Emerald?"

"Hey," Emerald countered, "I'm just reading from the script. Don't take it out on me."

Salem threateningly cleared her throat, and Emerald frantically forked to read off the rest of the script.

"And our second contestant!" Emerald announced. "This buxom blonde bombshell loves to use her cybernetic hands, whether it's for punching out criminals or fingering bitches until they cum! She loves working out, spending time with friends and family, long walks on the beach, and putting very large objects straight up her cooch. Please put your hands together for the dragon of dick sucking, the baddest bitch in Beacon, the one and only…Yang Xiao Long!"

Yang, still high as a fucking crowd, jumped up and down and flashed the biggest smile she could, waving excitedly to the crowd. Her tits flopped around as she started playing to the crowd, posing and dancing as the Sea of Sluts cheered for her with much-forced enthusiasm. Blake just rolled her eyes. Yang: always an attention whore—almost as much as she was an actual whore. The idea of seriously getting into the game show aesthetic was rather pathetic, and the notion that she should give a shit what anyone else thought about her was dumb. Super dumb. She was here to join Salem and get revenge on her mom. None of this other shit mattered.

Though did her ears deceive her, or was that crowd cheering just a little bit louder for Yang than for her?

"Thank you, Emerald," Salem said, taking Blake's mind off of that minor jealousy and returning the room's focus to the task at hand. "Now, girls, it is my duty to remind you what this competition is truly about. I am not merely judging you on your sexual capabilities—for I have no doubt that you are both wonderful in the bedroom. No, no…this is a Slut-Off. Being a slut is about more than simply sucking a random cock or licking another pussy. It is an ideology unto itself, a show of degeneracy that makes mothers cry and fathers secretly get off. Being a slut is about the embrace of degeneracy. It is about the eagerness of a woman to throw herself into taboo sexual situations knowing that the world is watching. It is about degrading oneself to the point where any reasonable person would be ashamed to look at themselves in the mirror. It is about engaging in acts so depraved and disgusting that it extends beyond the limits of human imagination. Being a slut doesn't just mean fucking; it means fucking better and harder and more hardcore than anyone else. That is what is necessary to join my ranks. Do you girls understand?"

Yang saluted enthusiastically. "Yes, ma'am! Can't wait to fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

Blake nodded, crossing her arms. "Sure. Whatever it takes."

Salem grinned. "Excellent! Emerald, please explain the rules!"

Emerald cleared her throat, and brought her notes up to her face, examining them carefully. "The Ultimate Slut-Off™ will be divided into five matches: Mouth, Pussy, Soul, Ass, and if necessary, the Tiebreaker. Each match represents a component of the slut that will be judged on its sluttiness, and each match will consist of three challenges. We will play by Best-Of rules. Win two out of three challenges to win the match, and the first to win three matches will be deemed the Ultimate Slut™! Any questions?"

Blake raised her hands. "Um, yeah…did you say one of the matches would be Soul? How the fuck is that supposed to work?"

Yang clapped her hands like an excited lion seal. "Ooooooh, do we get to have sex ethereally?"

"The rules shall be explained when you get there," Salem said calmly. "Now, if no one has any more questions…"

A handful of voices rang out from the crowd.

"When this is over, will you let us go?"

"Are you going to kill us?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Salem snarled. "If no one has any more questions…"

The Grimm growled and screamed, and a hush fell over the Sea of Sluts. A wicked, determined grin crossed Salem's face. "Then let the Ultimate Slut-Off™ begin!"

Match 1: Mouth

Challenge 1: Blowjob Mastery

The tentacle wagged back and forth in front of Blake's face like an eager puppy. She stared it down with all the mirth and enthusiasm of a person about to get a root canal. It was bulbous and thick, maybe close to an inch and a half across, and she very much didn't like the way that it bumped and jabbed against her pursed lips.

Yang petted her tentacle, cooing that it was a very good boy.

"Emerald, read the challenge!" Salem decreed. Emerald looked down at her notes and spoke clearly.

"An Ultimate Slut™ must be able to use all components of her oral orifice to derive pleasure," Emerald stated. "Contestants, please deepthroat this tentacle for as long as possible. Gain favor by getting the tentacle as deep as physically possible. Lose favor by vomiting. Longest time spent deepthroating wins. The bout shall begin on Lord Salem's decree."

Blake shot an angry glance toward the throne. "Favor? What the fuck is that? Is that like a bonus point system?"

Yang squealed. "Yeah, bonus points! Wanna…wanna fuck dem bonus points."

Salem shook her head. "No, there will be no bonus points. Points will be allocated on the strict accomplishment of the task. However, if you gain favor with me, then I may grant you some assistance in a future challenge. Lose favor…and your punishment will be most severe."

Blake scowled. "Well, that sounds vague and ambiguous—"

"May the challenge begin!" Salem cried.

Before Blake could say another word, the cock-shaped tentacle launched forward and penetrated her mouth, causing her to gasp in surprise. Her eyes widened in shock, but she didn't panic. It was just a blowjob. She could handle blowjobs. She gave Adam a blowjob once, and that was fine. However, what Blake failed to realize was that one: Adam's penis was very small, and two: the tentacle did not have the normal physical limitations of an average, everyday schlong. It was also far more aggressive than the average, everyday schlong, and the sensation of being inside the warm, tender mouth of Blake Belladonna sent the sentient tendril into existential bliss. Before Blake could get adjusted to the beast of a tentacle stretching out her lips, it forcefully jammed itself behind her tongue, and then to her horror, directly down into her throat.

Blake resisted the urge to gag as the tentacle pushed its way deeper into her body, stretching out her esophagus and causing tears to well in her eyes. The imprint of the tentacle within her bulged in her neck, and when she reached for her throat, she could feel the cylindrical smooth surface writhing and thrashing beneath her skin. The tentacle reacted to her struggle with renewed vigor, punching at the base of her throat and daring her to reject it. She hated the way it tasted as it forced itself on her tongue: slimy and evil and something like black licorice. She didn't know she was supposed to last with even a minute of that worm wriggling around, going so deep that she could practically feel it pounding away at her heart. The only thing that gave her solace was the knowledge that that bitch Yang Xiao Long was suffering with her.

That was what she thought until she happened to glance over at her opponent, and with equal parts awe and terror, she saw that Yang wasn't just tolerating the tentacle—the cunt was enjoying it! Her eyes were closed as she moaned in pleasure, grabbing at the tendril with her hand and stroking it up and down, encouraging it to go even further inside of her. The bulge in her throat was massive, and wait, was that a bulge popping out from Yang's ripped abs? It was! That fucking bitch wasn't just taking it deep; the writhing tentacle had penetrated all the way down into her stomach! How the fuck was that even physically possible? How could she breathe? Wait, was she even breathing? The closer Blake looked, the more she realized that: no, she wasn't. Yang's eyes had rolled into the back of her skull, and she had gone limp, and the only thing keeping her upright was the tentacle was it jerked her around like a fucking marionette. That blonde bitch had gone and half-died right there on the fucking spot! How the fuck was that fair?

Blake, fury building in her like a storm, grabbed onto the tentacle in her own mouth and tried to encourage it deeper inside of her, but she could only force it another inch before it became too much. The bloated, writhing mass was too much for her, forcing her open like a pair of plyers. Her tongue was stuck in the back of her throat. Her chest burned. The taste and texture were overwhelming. She could no longer stand it. Even with the pressure of her mother and Ilia and, hell, the entire world watching her, she could hold on no longer. With one final, depressing gag, Blake gripped the tentacle tightly, and then with all of her strength, she gave it a sharp tug. The tendril reacted instantaneously, retracting out of Blake's throat like a ripcord, and the poor, exhausted Faunus fell to her knees, long trails of gushy saliva pouring out of her mouth as she gasped for air.

Salem raised her hands in victory. "And she's out! The Faunus has fallen! Your winner of the first task: Yang Xiao Long!"

The audience applauded, and with its task complete, the tentacle inside of Yang pulled out of her as well, facing extremely little resistance. It sprung free from Yang's lips with a loud, moist pop, and Yang immediately collapsed face-first onto her the floor, her large breasts cushioning her fall. Her body had gone entirely numb, and she didn't react to the news of her win or the crowd chanting her name. She was far too busy drooling on the floor, her mouth agape and her tongue flopped out onto the fine tiling of the Schnee Manor, her eyes twitching as a true sign of a broken woman beneath. Blake looked upon Yang's barely conscious, fucked-up form with disdain, feeling her envy overwhelm her. The moment that she recovered enough of herself to breathe, she swore under breath.

"You won this battle, bitch…but I'll win this fucking war."

Match 1: Mouth

Challenge 2: Taste Test

Blake stared for a long while at the new set-up in front of her. Emerald had placed a desk in the center of the room, and on that desk was a set of three short glasses, each filled to the brim with a sticky white substance. Blake examined each drink carefully, noting what obviously sexual fluid they were comprised of. What she didn't understand was why they were here, or why Yang had been escorted out of the room by a cluster of Grimm.

Until, naturally, Emerald read the next challenge.

"An Ultimate Slut™ must have the palate to distinguish amongst all types of sex-based substances in order to properly understand the culinary aspect of fucking," Emerald stated. "Contestants, while using taste alone, please determine from which animals these cum samples came from. Favor is gained if you can successfully guess more specifically than species level. Favor is lost if you vomit. Most correct guesses wins. The bout shall begin on Lord Salem's decree."

Blake shuddered.

Oh no.

Oh, fuck no.

"I'm sorry, are you fucking kidding me?" Blake shouted in frustration. "You want me to gargle this shit?"

"And do it willingly," Salem said with a nod. "You're a Faunus. You should have no problem with animal semen."

"Um, first of all," Blake growled. "That's racist as shit. "Second of all…what the fuck!"

"Hey," Salem snapped. "Be lucky I'm not making you drink it straight from the source. It took a lot of work getting that here in such pristine condition. Be grateful."

"Grateful!?"

"Or," Salem said suggestively, "I suppose if you don't want to do it, we can just make Yang into a Whores-man right now…"

Blake snarled like a ferocious beast and turned back to the table. Drinking animal cum was revolting, but losing to Yang? Unforgivable. Fine, then. If Salem wanted her to drink sperm, she would drink fucking sperm till the goddam cows came home. Hell, one of the samples might have even been from a cow. Mystery, mystery. If there was one advantage she had over Yang, it was that a Faunus's senses were superior to a Human's in every way imaginable. She was certain that she had a better sense of taste, and being someone who cared deeply about nature, she probably had a better knowledge of the animal kingdom as well. Yang may have had the slutty nature to down a tentacle all the way to her belly, but when it came to the culinary cum arts? Well, Blake Belladonna was the woman for the job.

Also, her mom was watching…and Blake had to make her mama proud.

Blake smacked her hands onto the table and flashed a cocky smirk. "Let's fucking do this."

Salem gave the decree. "Begin the tasting!"

Blake snatched the first short glass from the desk, and with the Sea of Sluts holding their breath, she took a big whiff of the clean white substance within. It smelled…well, it smelled like jizz. But also not? It was muskier than human semen. When she swirled it around the glass, it was so thick that it barely moved, almost like glue. Blake pursed her lips, and then carefully brought the glass up to her mouth, taking the tiniest sip she could. And then she took another sip. And then another. It wasn't as salty as she was expecting. A hint of the open field. Springtime, yet rugged. Perhaps a touch of celery? She swirled it around her mouth, coating every inch of her tongue in the mysterious cum, and squinted as she gulped it down and smacked her lips clean.

"Yep," Blake said with a nod. "That is obviously thoroughbred horse semen."

After a brief moment of silence, Emerald flashed a dramatic thumbs-up, and the audience gave a polite golf clap to the successful guess. Blake didn't waste time thinking about the adulation, nor did she take the time to glance over to the row of captive on the side of the room, where her mother and friends were staring at her with disgust and shame. Even if she had seen them, she wouldn't have cared. She was going to be the Ultimate Slut™, and that meant putting depravity above all else. Without hesitation, she snatched the second glass and brought it to her face.

The new semen was a remarkably different beast. It smelled like the sea, and it was light and frothy, almost like gently whipped egg whites. When she whirled it around, it folded on top of itself like foam, and when she took a sip of it, the microscopic sperm popped in her mouth like candy. It was also unbelievably salty, so much so that when she swallowed it, it burned the back of her throat. She took another sip, noting how her tongue easily pushed through the cum with little resistance. She swallowed some more and took another sip, and it was then she realized that the task never actually required her to eat the cum, but at this point, she might as well prove her devotion to the task. Also, it was kind of, maybe yummy, though she would never admit that out loud, and she was certain that she only thought that because of some dumb Faunus evolutionary trait, and not because she was a bestiality-loving whore. That would be gross, and Blake Belladonna wasn't gross. She sipped the last of the animal semen.

Saltiness, hmm? It was definitely from the ocean, but she doubted it was from a fish. How would Salem even get a hold of that? No, it had to be something semi-aquatic. Something, perhaps, amphibious? But no, that would be too obvious. Blake racked her brain, searching for the type of animal that someone like Salem would be most likely to procure semen from, and then, all of a sudden, it hit her like a bolt of lightning. She raised the glass triumphantly.

"This is sea turtle cum!" Blake screamed, and Emerald clapped her hands in delight.

"Correct!"

The audience clapped accordingly, and Blake slammed the glass on the table, eyeing her final challenge. As the world lied in wait, Blake wasted little time in grabbing the final glass, and fueled by adrenaline, she immediately downed half the glass in a single gulp.

However, as the cum hit the back of her tongue, she panicked. That…that was human cum. It was unmistakable. The texture, the consistency, the flavor—it tasted exactly like the sperm pumped from the fresh cock of a college chad! But there was no way that Salem would put something so simple as the final drink. Would she? Humans were animals, and maybe she put human cum there as a reminder to humanity that she thought they were no better than the dogs. But the more Blake thought about it, the less it made sense. This was the Ultimate Slut-Off™, with emphasis on ultimate. It wasn't particularly daring or slutty to drink normal cum. Well, maybe for a regular person, but not for her. No, this had to be exotic. Strange. Something mostly human, but not. Blake finished coating her tongue in the cum, and gulped it down, but the answer still escaped her. Should she drink more? No, that would only confuse her further. What she needed to do was think, but she could feel the eyes of the room judging her. She needed to make the call. Human but not. Human but not. Human but not.

Finally, it clicked.

"Is this…ape cum?" Blake guessed.

Emerald looked down at her notes, a stern grimace on her face. "Can you be more specific?"

More specific? Fuck, how was supposed to guess the specific type of ape? There were like a billion of them! Gorilla? Chimpanzee? Bonobos? Orangutans? She just had to take a shot in the dark, put it all on the line in one desperate attempt for glory.

"Um…" Blake stammered. "Is it…the northern white-cheeked gibbon?"

Blake looked at Emerald.

And Emerald looked at Blake.

And Emerald looked at her notes.

And Emerald looked at Blake.

And everyone looked at Blake.

And Emerald looked back at her notes.

"Holy shit, she got it."

All at once, the crowd erupted into thunderous applause, and Blake jumped for joy, fist-pumping the air in celebration. The ovation was incredible, and even Salem felt compelled to stand up and show her appreciation for such a fine palate.

"My my! A clean sweep!" Salem said with pride. "I've never seen such a thorough and successful spunk tasting in all my life. Tremendous job, Blake Belladonna!"

"Thank you, ma'am," Blake said, bowing graciously to her future master. As she bowed, she couldn't help but catch glimpses from the row of captives. Unlike the amazed Sea of Sluts, they were all frowning at her, ashamed at her brazenness and willingness to perform such a disgusting thing. But Blake didn't care about their approval. She had the roar of the crowd behind her, the smile of her master above her, and the warmness of three different breeds of cum in her belly. She was satisfied as a young woman could be.

"All right, all right. Settle down, everyone," Salem instructed, taking her seat back on the throne. "It's not over yet. It's time to bring in our next contestant. Emerald?"

Blake was ushered off to the side of the room as Yang was allowed to re-enter the foyer and the glasses of semen were refilled. Separated from the fervor of the crowd, she had no idea what the task was or what the glasses contained—though judging by her wobbly legs and crossed eyes, Blake wasn't sure if she would have the slightest clue about what the fuck was going on even if she was allowed to stay in the room. Emerald carefully guided Yang in front of the desk, and then once Yang was semi-standing upright, she cleared her throat and began reading her notes.

"An Ultimate Slut™ must have the palate to distinguish amongst all types of—"

"Animal cum guessing game!" Yang cheered happily. "Got it!"

Before Emerald could finish speaking, Yang snatched up all three glasses, and in a burst of enthusiasm the world had never seen before, she downed all three drinks in a matter of seconds, gobbling up the strange cum like chicken strips and flushing them into her gut. With incredible power, she slammed all the glasses back on the desk, and then pointed to each of them in rapid succession, grinning confidently.

"Aardvark. Mountain lion. Baby goat."

Emerald looked at the glasses.

And then she looked at Yang.

And then she looked at the glasses.

And then she cleared her throat.

"Um…no. Not even close."

"Fuck!" Yang screamed in anguish, and she flipped over the table, shattering the glasses onto the floor.

Match 1: Mouth

Challenge 3: Tonguing

Blake and Yang stood shoulder-length apart in front of the throne, grumbling to themselves. The cheerful mood from earlier in the evening had vanished. Now, as the final challenge of the first match awaited them, and their scores were tied, and their destinies were set to intertwine, they were all business. Except for Yang—who was sort of all business and also still blasted off into the fucking stratosphere.

"Emerald. The final challenge," Salem said bluntly. Emerald nodded and looked down at her notes.

"An Ultimate Slut™ must be able to use a flexible and keen tongue to cause rapturous pleasure to all it touches. Contestants, please…" However, Emerald trailed off, squinting down at the notes in disbelief. "I'm sorry, what now?"

"Emerald," Salem said sternly. "The challenge. Read it."

"But—"

"Do as your master commands," Salem instructed, her tone turning dark.

Emerald gritted her teeth and groaned audibly. "Contestants, please perform a rim job on Emerald. You must make her cum using only your mouth, and no contact with her pussy is allowed. Fastest to bring her to orgasm wins. The bout shall begin on Lord Salem's decree."

Emerald was going to protest. She never agreed to be an active participant in any of this madness. She had mostly been able to dodge most of the crazy sex things that had been happening in her life. Sure, she gave Salem a spanking and the occasional full body massage, but getting her ass eaten in front of thousands, if not millions, was a little bit too much for her. Unfortunately, Emerald didn't get the time to protest. From out of nowhere, a swarm of tentacles attacked her, grabbing and ripping off her clothes before she even had time to scream. They stripped her clean in seconds, all the way down to her shaved slit, and the tentacles wrapped around her arms and legs so that they could turn her onto her belly and hoist her straight up in the air, sticking out her ass and spreading her legs to show her exposed asshole to the world. Emerald growled in protest, but she knew that there was nothing she could do to fight it. She was going to get her asshole rimmed whether she wanted to or not.

Salem lifted a finger. "Now girls, because you both did so well in the previous tasks, I will allot you this one bonus. At any point during this task, you are allowed to stimulate Emerald's clitoris once. I would recommend that you think strategically as to when it is best to pleasure her, as it is not the most powerful orgasm that will claim victory, but indeed the fastest. You must be swift as well as slutty. Do you understand?"

Blake and Yang nodded. "Yes, Master Salem."

"Excellent," Salem said, holding up a Scroll that she stole from one of the orgy guests. "I will keep track of the time. You will start on my command. Blake, you are up first."

Blake, still high off of the victory in the last challenge, cracked her knuckles and stepped up to the plate—or in this case, Emerald's spread cheeks. Eating ass? That was her challenge? She might as well have been given the match now. Even though achieving an orgasm through pure anal stimulation was challenging, there was no one who could claim an ass like her. She was the ass master! She was going to make Emerald squirt so hard that they would flood the whole fucking foyer. Blake licked her lips as Emerald nervously glanced behind her.

"Ready. Set," Salem stated strictly. "Go!"

The timer began, and without hesitation, Blake dove headfirst into Emerald's asshole, shoving her tongue directly into her sphincter. Emerald gasped in pleasure as Blake ravaged her, surprised by the warm, moist mass slathering her sacred hole. Blake gripped Emerald's ass cheeks tightly and pulled them further apart to get more room to shove her face inside. Her technique was full-throttled; she used not just deep dives of her tongue, but also long drags, precise flicks and even luscious kisses to slowly but surely bring Emerald up to heat. It was an expert strategy, one that utilized all the tools that Blake had available to her, and based on the growing wetness that Blake felt as her chin pressed against Emerald's hot pussy, it was working.

The crowd watched intently as Emerald was eating out, unable to see the nuances of Blake's technique. They were only able to watch Emerald's reactions, and what reactions they were. Emerald quickly found herself panting hard, her heavy chest heaving up and down as she struggled to keep her cool under the pressure from Blake's tongue. Her moans filled up the otherwise empty chambers, and even though the Sea of Sluts were under constant threat of death, even they had to admit that what they were seeing was pretty hot. The tentacle bleachers that they sat upon wormed beneath them, teasing their hot sexes as they watched the young green-haired beauty get licked and sucked by the hot cat Faunus. The timer ticked away, but they could easily see the progress being made. The moans were growing louder. Her panting was increasing. Soon, Emerald would explode.

But not soon enough for Blake's liking. She sucked hard on Emerald's asshole, but even that wasn't enough to bring Emerald to her peak. The minutes kept leaving her, and even though she was certain that Yang would be unable to match her technique, she felt her doubts growing. She needed to pick up the pace. She began to tongue more aggressively, focusing all of her efforts on reaching as deep inside of Emerald's anus as she could. She made shapes with her tongues, flat and wide and pointed, all in order to swirl around Emerald's insides the best she possibly could. She mixed in her saliva as well, spitting directly into Emerald's ass to lubricate it even further and spread that hot, stimulating liquid around. Emerald's pussy trembled beneath her chin, but no matter how hard she tried, no matter how deep she got, she couldn't push Emerald over the edge.

And then she remembered: her secret weapon. Her favor.

Blake made one final push, giving it everything she had. Emerald's moans had turned into screams, and she was getting closer, closer, closer, ready to explode but lacking the necessary spark. Then, all at once, Blake gave it to her. As Blake wrapped her entire mouth around Emerald's pucker, she slammed her thumb hard against Emerald's clit, and that was all it took. Emerald went numb as she came, pulsating up and down as her hips trembled against Blake's lips. When the obvious orgasm finished, Salem stopped the timer, and Blake pulled away from Emerald's ass with a satisfying smack. She wiped her lips clean of Emerald's clear nectar and flashed Yang a cocky grin.

"Top that, bitch."

Yang scowled, but Salem merely laughed on her throne. "Yes, top that indeed. Eight minutes and thirty-five seconds. Not bad at all. Remind me to ask you for your contact information."

"Will do, Master," Blake said proudly, stepping to the side and allowing Yang to step up to Emerald's asshole. The traitorous, green-haired thief was still breathing hard, coming down from her orgasm as Yang carefully examining her asshole, which was puckering and throbbing and basically begging for her to eat it.

"I have to eat this?" Yang asked, sounding almost normal.

"Yes, Yang. Are you ready?" Salem asked.

Emerald panted. "Wait. Hold on. Give me a sec…"

"Your time starts…now!" Salem decreed.

Yang stared at Emerald's asshole. She looked right at it as if it was some sort of space alien. Everyone watched her watch Emerald's asshole, and she just kept watching it as the seconds slowly started to build up. Blake smirked, feeling her confidence rise. Yang was high and stupid. In the end, technique wasn't even going to matter.

But then Yang, being as Yang as ever, flashed a giant dumb smile, and threw her arms up into the air like a gleeful child.

"Yippee! Time to munch ass!"

Yang threw her face right onto Emerald's asshole, and she immediately jammed two fingers against Emerald's clit. And, much to everyone's shock, that was all it took for Emerald to scream out in pleasure, and cum right there and then directly onto the blonde's eager face. Blake gasped in shock and horror as Emerald achieved orgasm, and Salem, not expecting such a drastic result so quickly, fumbled as she went to flick off the timer. When she looked at the screen, she couldn't hide her surprise.

"Oh my…twenty-eight seconds!" Salem decreed. The crowd immediately gasped and then burst into cheers, in awe of the spectacularly quick orgasm time. "Yang Xiao Long is the winner of the first match!"

"Ymmmhmmm!" Yang screamed in victory, still pressed deep into Emerald's ass.

"Ooooooooooooohhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkk," Emerald moan, her entire body shaking like an earthquake. It was clear that Yang had no intention of stopping, so Salem simply let her go to work on the captive thief.

Blake, flustered and furious, stamped against the ground. "What? Are you fucking kidding me!? That's bullshit!"

"Yang completed the task," Salem stated. "She made Emerald cum the quickest. You cannot argue with time, Young Belladonna."

"But that's not her orgasm! It's mine!" Blake countered. "Emerald was still coming down from the aftershocks of my rimjob, so of course even the slightest touch would set her off again! You needed to give her a longer cooldown period to judge this fairly."

Salem pressed her finger to her chin in contemplation. "Hmm. That's an interesting point. What do you think, Emerald?"

"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck."

"Emerald doesn't seem to mind," Salem noted. "I've decided. The ruling stands. Yang wins the match. Let's give it up for Yang Xiao Long!"

The crowd cheered wildly for the winner of the dramatic and tense matchup, and Yang raised her arms in celebration, even though her head was still buried in ass. Emerald tried to cheer, but she was too lost in the throes of orgasm to say anything except, "Oh, fuck," over and over again. Salem clapped politely, and even the captives had to nod in approval of Yang's blunt yet efficient tactics. Blake just seethed in the center of the room, blinding fury and rage overtaking her. That bitch stole it. It was such bullshit. All of that hard work, all of that throatfucking and cum drinking and ass eating, and then she stole it right in front of fucking everybody. Motherfucking bitch. Goddamn motherfucking bitch.

However, Blake took a deep breath and calmed herself down. There was no point in losing her cool yet. It was a best-of-five series, and they had only finished the first match. There was plenty of time to catch up, and plenty of slutty deeds to perform. She would have her revenge. She would defeat Yang and prove once and for all that she was better than her. She would rule the world by Salem's side.

She would become the Ultimate Slut™…even if it fucking killed her.