Dirty Tactics

I glanced over at the other side of the starting line.

Daphne hadn’t missed a single beat. She was already preparing her bimbo.

Tina was bent double over the edge of the mud pit, her massive, gravity-defying breasts hanging against her knees like heavy sacks of water, the oversized pink nipples almost brushing the concrete.

Her thick hips were thrust backward, presenting her gaping asshole to her owner.

Daphne didn't bother with any foreplay. She picked up the heavy black silicone buttplug, the rusted iron chain clinking menacingly against the concrete, and shoved the thick, flared head directly against Tina's puckered ring.

Tina let out a sharp, genuine cry of pain, her entire body flinching forward, her tits slapping against her legs.

"Stay still, you dumb cow," Daphne barked, grabbing a handful of Tina's blonde braids and yanking her head back. ‘

With a brutal, unceremonious thrust, Daphne buried the thick plug deep into Tina's ass.

I winced just watching it.

Daphne hadn't used a single drop of the provided lubricant.

The dry silicone tore against the sensitive rim, forcing it’s way in Tina’s asshole like it owned the place.

She had lube right next to her.

Why make it harder to insert?

Then again, it wasn’t like I bothered using it with my women.

Probably just good, old-fashioned sadism?

But then it hit me.

Friction.

If the plug was slick with lube, the weight could drag the silicone right out of her asshole when she started crawling through the thick mud. By shoving it in dry, Daphne was ensuring the silicone gripped tightly against the internal walls of Tina's rectum.

Smart bitch.

Actually, the more I thought about it, using lube was almost like giving yourself a disadvantage. There was no reason to use it… other than for comfort.

Maybe it was test? By the developers?

Use empathy with your subjects, and you lose?

Hmm.

I turned my attention back to Sophie.

She was a complete wreck.

She was shivering uncontrollably, her teeth chattering loudly in the cold warehouse air. The plug looked impossibly thick.

She was on the verge of a total psychological collapse.

If she broke down now, she wouldn't even make it past the starting line.

I needed her functional.

I stepped close to her again, my body heat radiating against her naked, goosebump-covered skin.

I reached out, my hand moving slowly, and gently cupped her left breast.

Sophie gasped, her eyes snapping up to meet mine.

I didn't squeeze hard. I just held the soft, B-cup mound of flesh, my thumb slowly and rhythmically brushing over her stiff, frightened nipple.

The physical contact, the sudden shift from terrifying dominance to a strange, twisted form of intimacy, short-circuited her panic.

"Look at me, Sophie," I said, keeping my voice low, steady, and strangely comforting.

Her breath hitched, but she held my gaze.

"You are going to get through this," I promised her, my thumb continuing its hypnotic circle over her nipple. "I know this is shocking and sudden. But you are strong enough to do this. After that stuff with us and your mom last night… Hell, I know you’re capable of anything."

Her mind, so desperate for any anchor in this scary new situation, latched onto the praise like a drowning woman grabbing a life preserver.

The violent shivering slowly subsided. The frantic, panicked light in her eyes dulled, replaced by a dull, desperate obedience.

She nodded, her lips trembling, but determined.

"I know you can," I said, giving her breast one last, reassuring squeeze before letting my hand drop. "Now, turn around and bend over. Spread your legs wide. This wasn’t the way I was planning on taking your anal cherry, but it was going to happen at some point sooner or later."

Sophie swallowed hard, her throat clicking in the quiet room.

She slowly turned her back to me, placed her hands on her knees, and with a defated sigh, bent over.

Her small, tight, unblemished asshole was presented perfectly to me, nestled between the soft, pale cheeks of her ass.

As I stared at her virgin hole, it did make me think.

At first glance, it probably made no sense to choose Sophie for this event.

She had absolutely no anal experience. None. I had never fucked her in the ass, never stretched her out, never prepared her for something this brutal.

Someone like Janice would have been absolutely perfect for this. Janice had the physical stamina, the raw anger, and a decently trained enough asshole to drag that iron ball through the mud like a fucking tractor.

But ultimately, it came down to tournament strategy.

There were five bouts. I had to win three.

Janice, Gretchen, Ulla, and Michelle were simply better suited for the other four upcoming events. If I had burned Janice on this first race, I might have compromised a win later on.

Sophie was, in all honesty, a tactical leftover. She didn't fit perfectly anywhere, so she became the compromise for the mud pit.

There was a very good chance she was going to lose this race to the heavily modified bimbo across the lane. But if sacrificing Sophie meant I had a stronger roster for the remaining four events, it was a necessary loss.

I hoped.

Still, I wasn't going to just hand Daphne the victory.

I mean, Tina could be her tactical leftover as well.

Tits like that could easily slow her down.

I looked down at the heavy black plug, then at the tube of lube resting next to it.

Daphne's dry-insertion tactic was smart, but I had a feeling Tina’s hole was a gaping cavern compared to Sophie. If I tried to shove this thick, dry silicone into Sophie's virgin sphincter, I would tear her wide open before the race even began.

She could even be completely unable to crawl.

I needed a compromise.

"Reach back," I ordered. "Use both hands. Pull your cheeks apart and keep that hole as wide open as you can."

Sophie obeyed immediately. Her hands reached around, her fingers digging into her own ass cheeks, pulling the flesh apart to fully expose the tight, pink, puckered ring of muscle.

I gathered a thick wad of saliva in my mouth and spat a heavy, wet glob right onto her asshole.

Sophie whimpered as the warm spit landed on her sensitive skin.

I stepped forward, pressing my thumb directly against her tight ring, rubbing the spit into the creases of her sphincter, using it as a crude, natural lubricant.

It would provide just enough slip to get the massive plug inside, but it would dry out quickly enough to prevent slippage.

I picked up the hardware.

The chain rattled, the iron ball dragging heavily against the floor.

I lined the thick head of the plug against her spit-slicked hole.

"Take a deep breath," I commanded.

She inhaled sharply.

I pushed.

Sophie squealed — a raw sound of shock and panic.

Her hands gripped her cheeks tighter as her virgin sphincter was brutally stretched beyond its natural limits.

The thick silicone head met massive resistance, her muscles instinctively clamping down, fighting the foreign intrusion.

"Relax it!" I barked, keeping the pressure firm, refusing to let the plug slip backward. "Stop fighting me, Sophie! Push back against it!"

She sobbed, her body vibrating with the effort to endure the pain.

"Relax!" I yelled, slapping her thigh hard to distract her nervous system.

The sharp sting made her flinch, and in that split second of distraction, her sphincter involuntarily loosened just a fraction of an inch.

I shoved all my weight forward.

With a wet, sickening *pop*, the thickest part of the bulb breached her internal defenses.

The plug slid deep into her rectum, stretching her out completely.

The wide base of the toy slammed flush against her external skin, the heavy rusted chain dangling obscenely from between her legs.

She collapsed forward onto her elbows, sobbing uncontrollably, her ass still elevated, the iron ball resting on the floor beneath her.

Took some effort, but I had done it.

It was weirdly satisfying. Kinda like when you’re building furniture, and the pieces just *click* perfectly in place.

I raised my hand and brought it down hard on her pale ass cheek.

SMACK!

"Good girl," I praised her.

I knelt down, leaning in close until my lips were brushing against her ear.

She was still weeping, her breath hitching as her internal muscles spasmed painfully around the thick silicone.

"Now. Listen very carefully," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

She sniffled, turning her head slightly to listen.

"In the middle of the race," I whispered, "When you are in the mud, I want you to lunge at that bimbo. Grab her chain with your hands, and rip that plug right out of that thick ass. Do you understand?"

It was the perfect loophole.

The rules were left incredibly open, heavily focused on what the competitors couldn't do to *themselves*.

A blatant act of sabotage against the opponent was technically legal.

If Sophie ripped Tina's plug out, Tina would have to stop, dig through the mud, and painfully reinsert the dry silicone, giving Sophie a massive lead.

Sophie nodded, her eyes widening with understanding.

"Good girl. Win this… and I will reward you. Heavily," I whispered, standing back up.

"Users," the AI voice boomed from the overhead speakers, shattering the momentary quiet. "Please proceed to the finish line and prepare."

I looked across the pit. Daphne was already walking down the length of the muddy track, her heavy combat boots echoing on the concrete.

I followed suit, walking down the opposite side until we both reached the far end of the rectangular pit.

"Users, submerge your footwear into the mud," the AI commanded.

Daphne smirked at me.

She stepped up to the edge of the pit and deliberately stomped her heavy, treaded combat boots deep into the thick, foul-smelling sludge.

The mud sucked at the leather, coating the laces and the thick rubber soles in a layer of disgusting, wet grime.

I gritted my teeth, looking down at my leather loafers.

With a heavy sigh, I stepped into the pit. The cold, wet mud instantly soaked through my socks, coating my shoes in a thick, repulsive layer of filth.

I pulled my feet out, the mud dripping heavily onto the concrete floor.

"Confirmed. The shoes are equally contaminated," the AI voice boomed.

The AI paused for a dramatic, tension-filled second.

"Competitors. Assume your starting positions."

At the far end of the track, Sophie and Tina moved.

Sophie lowered herself onto her hands and knees at the very edge of the pit. The heavy iron chain went taut between her legs, the weight ball resting on the concrete directly behind her.

She winced, the plug in her ass still stretching her virgin sphincter.

Tina mirrored her on the other side.

The massive blonde bimbo dropped to all fours, her gigantic breasts swinging heavily like pendulums, the pink nipples grazing the cold concrete.

She looked ridiculous, like a highly sexualized farm animal.

"This is going to be exciting," Daphne said, crossing her arms over her leather jacket, her eyes gleaming with absolute confidence.

I ignored her, locking my eyes on Sophie.

We shared wordless communication.

She knew her objectives.

I just had to… trust in her skills.

She was a writer. Not a mud-crawler.

But maybe, just perhaps… she was still the best one for this event.

Janice, Ulla or even Michelle would have recoiled too much from doing this, ultimately slowing them down.

Sophie… her dignity was falling so low, she might actually the be one who was going to hesitate the least.

"The first duel will commence on the horn," the AI announced. "Three... Two... One..."

A loud, deafening air horn blasted through the warehouse.

Instantly, Tina lunged.

But she didn't lunge forward into the mud.

Before Sophie could even register the sound of the horn, before she could even move a single muscle forward, Tina scrambled sideways across the concrete starting line with terrifying, predatory speed.

The bimbo reached out with a manicured hand…

…grabbed the chain dangling between Sophie's legs…

…and gave it a violent, two-handed YANK.

The heavy silicone plug tore out of Sophie's virgin ass with a sickening *POP*.

Sophie let out a scream of pure agony and shock, collapsing onto her side on the hard concrete, her hands flying to her violated, stinging asshole. The heavy iron ball clattered uselessly across the floor.

Shit!

Fuck!

She… sabotaged Sophie.

Daphne… Daphne had the exact same plan that I did.

But she didn't tell her slave to wait for the middle of the pit.

She ordered her bimbo to execute the literal second the race began.

Without missing a beat, Tina picked up the Sophie’s chainball, threw it as far as she could.

Then she spun around, launched herself into the thick, foul mud, and began crawling frantically on her hands and knees.

The heavy iron ball dragged behind her, her dry-inserted plug holding firm as her massive, muddy breasts plowed through the sludge like dual icebreakers.

Sophie was still writhing on the concrete at the starting line.

I looked over at Daphne.

She was leaning casually, a smug, arrogant smirk plastered across her aristocratic face.

She caught my eye, tilted her head, and gave me a mocking little wink.

"Should have been a bit quicker on the draw, mate."

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