Pinkwhistle admits defeat

Samantha tapped a button, and the giant screen across from the Pinkwhistle bleachers turned into a teleprompter, lines appearing on it in clear view of all the blushing nudies.

"Read it," she said.

She listened to all the whining and protesting, and said "Read it, out loud, exactly as written, or I'll keep you here until you do."

The Pinkwhistle girls still refused to read it, so Samantha let them stand there for a while, naked, on display, while she concentrated on playing with Ruby's pussy. Bonnie was sitting in Hank's lap, bouncing up and down on his cock, panting and sweaty, her dishevelled red curls bouncing. Susie was being groped by Vicky, who'd finished overseeing all the pranks and had arrived to join the fun.

"Can you believe it?" she said, giving Susie's nipple a pinch. "They really outsourced the entire show to a company I controlled! What a bunch of silly girls!"

"Shut up," said Samantha, watching the nudie girls squirm. The crowd in the bleachers below didn't seem to be getting bored at all. She picked up her microphone. "You girls had enough yet?"

She listened to the squeals and cries of "Please don't look!" and said, "Read it!"

There was a pause, and then Mayor Peggy started to read the first line of the words written on the screen. "No," barked Samantha. "All of you!"

Another pause, and then all the Pinkwhistle nudie girls began to recite the speech that had been written for them, more or less in unison.

"We, the hot girls of Pinkwhistle, admit that we got completely owned. Pinkwhistle sucks! Greenvalley rules! Everyone, look at our tits and pussies!"

Following orders, they gave their tits a **** shimmy, to the hoots and hollers of the crowd. "The blonde in the front row didn't do it properly," said Samantha, and all eyes turned to Trixie Washington. "And I can tell you're not really saying the words! Start from the beginning again!"

"Everyone, look at our tits and pussies! Look how embarrassed we are! We suck! We're losers! We're really, really sorry we put itching powder in Samantha Suzuki's spanky pants, and we'll never, ever do it again!"

And the speech went on in that vein for another twenty minutes, with plenty of stopping and starting and stumbling over words, Samantha's scolding keeping all the Pinkwhistle nudies on track. Finally, she tapped a button, and a small drone appeared from nowhere. It flew up next to Peggy, presenting a microphone to her mouth as an **** close-up of her nude squirming body appeared on all the screens.

"We decided some of the speeches should be more personal," explained Samantha, as more words appeared on the teleprompter. "Read."

"But..."

"Read, or none of you are ever getting out of here."

"My name is Peggy Jackson," whimpered Peggy. "I'm the mayor of Pinkwhistle, and I don't have any clothes on, because Pinkwhistle sucks and Greenvalley rules. I totally suck at being mayor, and I hereby make a legally binding promise to work naked every Monday for the rest of my term as an apology for my failure. Aw, come on, that's legally binding! You know how the law works!"

"Yes, I do. Continue."

"My most embarrassing secret is that I keep a big pink dildo in my bedside drawer and I... I like to pretend it's Doc Topper's penis!" said Peggy, the words coming out all in a rush. "Because I want to fuck Doc Topper! And sometimes I don't wear any underwear to council meetings! Wait, how do you know that?"

"We have really good hackers! Thanks for confirming it's true, by the way. Next!"

"My name is Nina Reyes," said Nina, woodenly, staring at the ground. "I don't have any clothes on, because Pinkwhistle sucks and Greenvalley rules, and... I like to be tied up. Three weeks ago I tried to pull a biker over for speeding. He handcuffed me to a street sign, pulled my pants down and left me there. I... thought it was really hot."

"Did you hear that, folks?" said the journalist, into her microphone, as the cameraman got another juicy shot of Nina's tits. "The tough sheriff likes being tied up! Breaking news!"

"My name is Petra Wong. I'm naked and I have a wet pussy, and Pinkwhistle sucks and Greenvalley rules, and I shaved my pussy because... because... I thought it would feel better when I use the showerhead to masturbate! And it did!"

"My name is Kitty Davis, and... and... and... I once stole a library book!"

There was a gasp. "Interesting," said Samantha. "Why?"

"I was too embarrassed to check the book out under my own name," said Kitty, face glowing bright red. "Because it was called How To Put Things Up Your Ass (For Girls). So I stole it, and I took it home, and I read it, and then I... I put a greased carrot up my ass! And I liked it!"

"I'm Lacey Hotchkiss, and I'm naked, and Pinkwhistle sucks. When boys come into my antiques shop, I tell them off. But secretly, I want them all to spank my naughty bottom! Next time you come into my antiques shop, boys, you should pull my knickers down and spank my naughty bottom! Ignore me if I complain!"

"I'm Sandra McCoy, and I'm a lesbian!"

"Well, we all guessed that," Samantha said. "Is it really so shameful, in this day and age?"

"I'm in love with Bonnie Driscoll and I want her to beat me in oil wrestling and make me eat her pussy!"

"Now that's more like it."

And so, one by one, all of the Pinkwhistle women were **** to confess their most humiliating secrets into the microphone. This went on for ages, which gave all the people of Greenvalley plenty of time to get a good long look at the lovely nude bodies of their red-cheeked rivals. Finally, the drone got all the way to Anne.

"My name is Anne-Marie Patchett! I'm the leader of the cheerleader team, and I'm the biggest bitch in Pinkwhistle! Let's go, girls!"

And all the cheerleaders, in their naked human pyramid, which continued to be surprisingly stable, were **** to play along.

"We're naked! We're lame! We're awful at this game! We're weak! We're dumb! Greenvalley's number one! We're losers! We're worms! Greenvalley made us squirm! We're naked! We suck! Greenvalley kicked our butts!"

"Wait," pointed out Hank, "but we haven't even played football yet."

"There's not going to be a football game today, Hank."

"Oh. Why not?"

"One more time, girls!" And all of Pinkwhistle was **** to join in. "PINKWHISTLE SUCKS! GREENVALLEY RULES!"

"Excellent," smiled Samantha, tapping the button to let the cheerleaders go. They collapsed into a heap, in an especially muddy spot on the field, tumbling over each other and accidentally squeezing each other's boobs in their haste to shield their nudity. "One last thing, girls."

"As the Mayor of Pinkwhistle," Peggy said, gritting her teeth and having to **** every word out, "I hereby formally acknowledge that the women of Pinkwhistle spent today getting completely and utterly owned in public for everyone to see. Greenvalley beat us completely, because they're smarter and prettier and better than us in every way. And I'm naked."

"That's all I wanted to hear," said Samantha, tapping a button, as Bonnie, Susie and Ruby all squealed in simultaneous explosive orgasm. "Thanks for the game, girls!"

And the released Pinkwhistle women stumbled in every direction, still stark nude and blushing hotly, their glitter-painted tits and pussies on display for everyone to see. And their bottoms, as well! While thunderous applause came from the Greenvalley bleachers in appreciation of a job well done.