Baking!

Emma

Belgian

“I think the general mood around the house has been relief. The smartest girl was knocked out, along with pee and diapers from the wheel. We front loaded the freaky stuff, and can now cruise along.”

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Jennifer

Cuban

“First we lose the rocket scientist, then the lawyer! The educated women are dropping like flies!”

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Shani

Egyptian

“I was talking that good shit about these pills, but I’m really starting to feel it. I’ve been waking up to myself trying to rub my pussy.”

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Shokouh

Afghani

“Oh it’s just been paradise. Three weeks here and there is still so much to explore. I’m being spoiled! I have no complaints! Well... there actually is one tiny thing...”

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Miracle

Congolese

“Titsie is in heat, and it is disgusting. You can literally follow her through the house, just by following the smell of hot pussy. It’s gross.”

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Monica

Greek

“It’s pretty funny actually. This cloud of horniness just follows her around. We’ll be in the kitchen making lunch, and she comes in and lays down. It takes like two minutes for her musk to fill the room, and before long we’re all panting like horny bitches too. We all start making out and groping. She’s so horny that she can’t even look at us, so she has to run to a different room, and it starts all over again.”

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Titsie

Mongolian

“Fuck Titsie. Fuck Titsie. Please please please please please fuck Titsie.”

“We’re not allowed to sleep with contestants. Would you be willing to answer a few questions?”

“C-can we fuck after?”

“We’ll see. Is going into heat common for pet girls?”

“No. I’m a mutt, I get this feeling from my grandpa.”

“Do you think it’s worse with the pills?”

“It’s worse with the belt. Usually I can hump the furniture. Can we fuck now, please?”

“It’s against the rules.”

“I won’t tell anyone. Pretty pretty pretty please, Titsie is so horny.”

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Jasmine

Puerto Rican

“Yeah it’s such a shame she’s like that. You know a less god-fearing woman might take advantage of her situation and get payback for getting peed on.”

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Esther and Gabby were making sandwiches before the challenge while watching Titsie try to hump the corner of the fridge. She was keeping quiet other than a metal clanking and the occasional hot squishing sound.

Esther just shook her head with contempt.

“She’s so pathetic.”

Gabby licked the mayo off of her knife. “Come on, She can’t help it. It’s who she is.”

“And who she is, is pathetic. Are you actually putting Cayenne pepper on that?”

Gabby didn’t stop shaking the red flakes onto her tuna. “Es Spicy!” She smiled. “I am glad I’m Ecuadorian though. I can’t imagine living my lived obsessed with sex. I’m happy to be a vanilla girl, no offense.”

“It’s really not that hard, I don’t get how these girls just let their lives take second seat to their pussies.”

Gabby sighed. “I think that’s unfair, most of us are college students. They’re clearly living with their genes as best they can.”

Ester stuffed her mouth before she could say anymore. Gabby’s optimism was just too much sometimes.

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Fourteen beautiful contestants lined up on the front lawn as Terrance swaggered his way into camera. “Hello ladies!” he said with a grin.

“Hello Terrance,” the lovely creatures cooed.

“Chance,” Terrance faced our billionaire, “How are you feeling this week?”

Chance chuckled nervously, “Well after last week I think I’m ready for something a little slower.”

“Well that’s some bad luck bud, because we collected you ladies with the most interesting sexual quirks. If you wanted slow you should have stayed in bed. Now Chance? Would you spin the wheel of filth?"

Despite his previous comments Chance happily spun the wheel. What was that sucker going to land on? Petplay? Feet? Whatever you’d call Eve’s fetish?

Ding, ding, ding, Food!

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Miracle

Congolese

“Yes!”

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Esther

Haitian

“As head chef and owner of the award winning restaurant Chop Chop, I’m confident I’ll do well this round.”

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Shani

Egyptian

“I hope we don’t have to eat a bunch. My manager would kill me.”

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“Food!” Terrance shouted with a smile, “Chance, would you mind telling the ladies what they’re in for?”

The blonde man smiled, “Well ladies, I have servants and maids a plenty to feed us. But, the quickest way to my heart is through my stomach. You’ll have two hours in my kitchen to prepare me a meal that will impress. Each of you will be assigned either an appetizer, main course, or dessert. At the end of the two hours I’ll taste your treats and pick a winner.”

“Any questions ladies?”

Emma raised her hands and bounced on the balls of her feet, “Do we have to serve the food on a plate?”

“Nope.”

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Emma

Belgian

“Tasty.”

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Gabby

Ecuadorian

“Lucky for me I already know exactly what Chance likes.”

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Deborah

New Zealander

“A cooking challenge? Everything’s coming up milf.”

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Chance was being a bit misleading when he said kitchen. What he meant was that the football stadium was being set up with fourteen little mini kitchens. Stainless steel counters, ovens, and plenty of ingredients, no expense was spared.

Chance sat with Terrance at a judges table, talking guy stuff. Mostly just admiring how cute all the girls looked in their aprons.

When preparations were complete the time was started and two hours were put up on the megatron. With the blare of a horn their chasity belts clattered to the floor and the girls ran to their stations.

Most of them. Only Titsie stood her ground. As much as she ever stood anywhere. She was barring her teeth and had two handfuls of AstroTurf clenched in her fists. For the first time all week her pussy was free and the audience got a good look at what a cunt in heat looked like. It was angry red, swollen like it’d been pumped, and dripping with so much feminine lube you’d think we were back to the pee challenge. Poor girl.

She was breathing deep, and shaking. It must have been a super human bout of effort for her to get moving, slow as it was. She’d take a few steps, grab another handful of dirt and waggle her butt around like it was searching for something to breed it. She’d do that for a moment, then take another step, and on, and on, and on until she finally got to Anna.

“What’s up pup?” Anna, our resident bondage slut, bent down to the doggie and pet her hair, “Are you going to be my assistant today?”

Titsie shook her head, and grabbed a hold of her rope harness, and pulled at it. She whimpered and did that motion with her ass again.

Anna softly raked the girl’s scalp with her nails, “You want it off?”

Titsie shook her head. She thought for a moment the places her face on the ground, and held her hands behind her back. The sheer proximity of hands to puss was too much for her, and a single finger slipped its way into her molten cunt. She howled, and shook.

“Oh!” Anna snapped her fingers and went to work untying the puppy girl’s ropes, which was stupid easy, “If you ever want to get this harness tighter just let me know. I think it would look super sexy biting into your skin.”

Titsie just howled, and upgraded to two fingers.

“Right.” Anna chirped. She grabbed Titsie’s arms, and was surprised to find that it was a struggle. Titsie who just seconds ago came to her for help was now fighting it. Anna bit her lip and threw a leg over Titsie’s back and dropped her weight down on the girl. Thankfully she wasn’t a pony girl, and was easily squished to the ground. Now that her position was more powerful Anna seized Titsie’s arms with little effort and began tying them tightly together, hand to elbow.

As she worked the musky scent of Titsie’s raging pussy hit Anna like a wall. She’d smelled vagina before, she supposed she’d maybe even smelled pussy, but this was cunt. Wetter, hotter, and thicker than any stink Anna had ever produced. The pheromones hit her, and roused her own pussy to a similarly wet state, though nowhere near as rank as the original.

“Woof.” Anna coughed and tried to wave off the cloud of sex gas. When that didn’t work she held her breath and finished tying the mutt’s arms.

“There!” She coughed and jumped away from the bound girl, her own juices now soaking her slacks, “And I thought the pills were bad.”

Titsie panted for a few moments and jerked her body a few times. She tried to stretch herself into some masturbation friendly position, but Anna had done a good job. The puppy tried to give herself cunnilingus, but her massive breasts stymied her attempts. Once it was clear her orgasms had eluded her, she began to breath calmly again.

Anna leaned against the counter of her kitchen, and hoisted her panties up into her pussy, hoping to release a little pressure. “Feeling better?”

Titsie crawled like a little worm over to Anna and gave her heels a few thankful licks.

“Hey no problem.”

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Anna

Filipino

“You’re joking right? Anyone would have helped her. It was the right thing to do. Besides, like I need a reason to tie someone up. I just wish I had more time. I still had to cook my meal so I went for functionality. If I had a little more time I could have done some really hot knots."

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Titsie

Mongolian

“I owe Anna so mondo much! I knew as soon as my belt came off that I wasn’t going to make it on my own.”

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Terrance, handsome handsome Terrance, was patrolling the stadium checking in on the girls, and stealing bites when he could.

“Here we are with Jasmine.” Terrance bravely approached the latex nun who was tending to an angrily sizzling pan of oil, “Jasmine what are we looking at here?”

“Tostones, fried Plantains. It’s usually an appetizer, but I used pastry batter, going to top it with powder sugar, and a drizzling of strawberry compotes. Perfection.”

Terrance grinned at the camera, “Yummy, any samples?”

“It takes twenty minutes, come back then.”

“Will do. That’s a very efficient submission, what are you going to do with the extra time?”

“You’ll see.”

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“This is a French dip sandwich. It’s on the specials menu at Chop Chop.” Esther was cooking some roast beef as she spoke. “It comes with a drink and your choice of side, only $9.99.”

“Esther Esther!” Gabby came running into frame with a jar of mushrooms in hand. The Haitian barley even looked. She just grabbed the jar and popped the lid off. “Gracias!” Gabby turned to run away but was stopped at the last second.

“Wait a second, I thought you were making tacos. Mushrooms?”

Gabby was jogging in place and her ponytail jumped along with her, “Spaghetti Tacos. I put mushrooms in The marinara.”

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Esther

Haitian

“Millennials.”

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“Gross.”

“It’s his favorite.”

Esther snorted and popped some beef into her mouth. “Not for long.” She smiled at the young girl.

Gabby stopped her jogging and nodded her head. “What’s going on over there?”

Behind Esther a few stations down Titsie was opening a fridge with her arms literally tied behind her back. “I’ve never seen her on two feet before.”

“Anna tied her up to keep her from eliminating herself.” Terrance said, and grabbed a handful of fries when Esther wasn't looking.

Esther scoffed, “Jesus.”

“If she cooks like that, she’s going to lose anyway.” Gabby didn't see how the pup could get anything done without any arms.

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Titsie

Mongolian

“No way, I’m making a PB&J you can’t possibly mess that up. I’m a pampered puppy, I usually have people feed me. So I don’t really have any recipes, but everybody loves PB&J!”

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Shokouh

Afghani

“Yeah I’ve chalked this challenge up as a loss. All I can cook is Afghani food and Ramen. I know from experience not to start a relationship with a white boy off with the Pakistani food.”

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June

Vietnamese

“I think Shokouh is just saying that so she can masturbate for two hours”

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The camera currently trained on Shokouh does show her with one leg hiked up on a counter. She appears to be furiously pounding herself the the handle of a whisk. On the stove there is an pot of boiling water that that's been that way for a good ten minutes.

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“Fuck fuck fuck!” Jennifer ran to a plume of smoke erupting from her pan, “Ah shit that’s three for the swear jar.”

The Cuban girl took her pan off the stove and sets it on the counter before it could catch on fire, “How much time do we have?”

“40 minutes.”

She whined loudly and shook her head, her purple pigtails flying left and right as she did. “Oooh poopy! At least my sauce is done.” She breaks out another pan and prepares to start over.

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“Mama Mia I’m a genius!” Gabby kissed her fingers and pointed towards her finished spaghetti tacos. They’re works of art. “Can I get a slow zoom in on these bad boys? I...” She raised an eyebrow. “What’s going on over there?”

It was a good question that didn’t have any good answers.

There Jasmine was all dolled up in latex, and ready for the nunnery. At her feet was Titsie, who was rubbing her fiery red cunt against the leg of the former. She was head down, ass up, and was bringing her hips up and down as quickly as she could.

Jasmine’s leg was streaked with the bitch's juices, and got wetter with each passing of Titsie’s puss. The nun had a smile on her black lips and was whispering “Good girl,” every time Titsie looked like she was trying to control herself.

Those moments had grown few and far between. The girls face was firmly planted in the sandwich she’d prepared, or what was left of it. The peanut butter and jelly clung to her face and hair as she worked herself stupid. Her eyes were barley open and even then only the whites could be seen. Her tongue hung loosely from her mouth and was licking the plate as globs of drool pooled from it. The only noises she could make were a few low animal groans.

“What’s going on?” In post production they added in heroic trumpets blaring at Gabby’s arrival. She and Esther were pulling Titsie away by her ropes.

The puppy just whined and bounced her ass around seeking any kind of friction. Her cunt gaped and twitched in pre-orgasmic shudders.

“What are you doing Jasmine?” Gabby scowled and put herself between the nun and the pup.

“I was just standing here.” Technically true by judging by her dripping latex pant leg, she wasn’t standing there innocently. Jasmine seemed bored with the conversation already. “It’s not my fault the bitch decided to hump me.”

The two of them crinkled their nose as Titsie’s rank cunt filled their nostrils. Gabby blushed, but still managed to look fierce. She poked her finger into Jasmine’s chest. “Chance is never going to fall for your mean tricks. He’s too smart for you.”

Jasmine held Gabby’s hand to her breast and the younger girl started groping without either of them knowing. The nun panted in short breaths. “Well he’s not going to want to spend the rest of his life with some flat chested prude either.”

The two breathed, then panted, the attacked each other with fondling hands and puckered lips. Gabby felt Jasmine’s tongue slide between her lips, and she sucked hungrily on it. She pawed at the nun’s latex clad pussy and felt her squirm underneath her fingers. Gabby moaned around Jasmine's tongue as she felt a slick latex clad finger side into her soaked panties in search of a needy clit.

The two South Americans were more than willing to get themselves thrown out of the competition right there, had Esther not pulled Gabby away. Audiences around the world groaned angrily as some hot girl on girl was avoided. The two girls struggled to keep kiss, and a long string of drool connected their mouths for a few good inches.

Esther slapped Gabby across the cheeks a few times until Gabby’s eyes came back to focus.

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Gabby

Ecuadorian

“She tasted like a condom.”

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Jasmine

Puerto Rican

“They won this round. But I’ll get them eventually, and their little dog girl too!”

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“Yeah, wiggle off you slut!” Esther called as Jasmine went back to her table flushed in shame. Apparently getting tricked into making out with Gabby was more than she’d bargained for. “Are you okay?” Esther kept far enough away from Gabby that she wasn’t in any danger of getting kissed herself.

Gabby was trying to catch her breath, “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Thanks. Geez, that musk is worse than the pills. No wonder Titsie...”

Gabby and Esther paused.

Titsie was still on the floor, face first in the ground. Her body shook and shuddered, and for the first time all week it wasn’t with lust. Shy was crying, sobbing actually.

“Titsie?”

“This is why my owners kicked my out,” she sobbed, “I’m disgusting. I can’t control myself. No one could ever love me.”

She said the words so quickly and smoothly Gabby figured this wasn’t the first time she’d said them out loud. She pouted at the pathetic sight before her. She took her apron and wiped Titsie’s red face clean of peanuts, jelly, grass, and tears. “You’re not nearly as gross as Emma. It’s okay.”

Titsie blushed and opened her mouth to speak again. Before she could a loud buzzer rang out indicating the cooking section was over. Titsie broke back into sobs, "I can't even make a sandwich in two hours, who'd want a wife like that?"

To everyone's surprise Ester crouched down to Titsie and placed her hand on the girl's naked back, "It's okay, we're going to figure something out. I'm not going to have that bitch Jasmine have the last laugh... no offense."

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As always leave a vote for your favorite performance this chapter in the comments. I'm needy!