Hanna plays tennis, again

Hanna had miscalculated. Very slightly. It wasn't a big deal, it juts kind of ruined her plans. She'd intended to play tennis with Dumb Slut and Melody but, per her own rules, women HAD to wear skirts. Unfortunately Dumb Slut's contract forbade her from wearing anything over the bodysuit. Hanna had made sure to arrive at the club early to find a man to give permission to modify the rule, and that's where the problem started. Nobody would agree. She didn't understand it, it was a rather simple request. Dumb Slut already had her tits out, wasn't that enough eye candy for them?

But no. Every single man refused. Some just dismissed her, some even got angry. Eventually she had little choice and turned to a rather desperate measure. She called Master.

"Hello Cumslut, how can I help you?" He answer derisively.

Hanna rolled her eyes, ignoring his barb, "Hi Master. I'm at the Lawn Tennis Club with Dumb Slut. The dress code requires skirts but per your contract with her she can't wear them. Do you think it would be appropriate to change the dress code to give Dumb Slut an exemption?"

He laughed, "An exemption? For that slut? No. No I do not think it would be appropriate."

Hanna frowned. She'd thought as much, "Then do you think you could make an exemption to allow her to wear a skirt just for this match?"

There was a moment of hesitation as he considered it, "No...I won't. Why should I?"

Hanna gulped, "Please Master, I need a partner!" Hanna's real mistake was placing the bet with Melody BEFORE solving this issue. If she didn't have a partner she would forfeit the match and lose the bet. She didn't need Dumb Slut to be good at tennis, she just needed a warm body to stand there. She glanced around the room as she waited for Master to respond, maybe she could grab a random girl to play with?

"She may not have told you but there is a rather substantial penalty for her to put clothes overtop of the bodysuit. I will allow you to take on this penalty on her behalf with two small conditions. The first is you agree right now, without an explanation of the penalty, and the second is that it applies whether or not she actually puts on the skirt. The exemption will last until midnight tonight. Do we have a deal?"

Hanna gulped. Substantial penalty? Well. She was already so deep in debt, what did it matter? "F-fine. I accept."

"Good slut." There was a click and the line went dead.

Hanna looked over to Dumb Slut, "Um, well...Master says you can wear a skirt. You're exempt until midnight."

"Really?" Dumb Slut raised an eyebrow, "I can't see him saying that. He was so adamant that I'd never wear anything. I totally can't believe he'd waive that ridiculous penalty."

Hanna shook her head, "He didn't waive it. I agreed to pay for you."

"..." Dumb Slut opened her mouth, but nothing came out. For once, she was speechless. After a moment her brain caught up and she shook herself, "You didn't...d-do you know what it is?"

"It's just money, isn't it?" Hanna said, already realizing it wasn't.

"Not at all. He said if I ever covered up and 'ruined' his view, he'd ruin mine. I didn't think it really made any sense but that's not really the point. I didn't want him to mess with my hair!" Dumb Slut said luodly.

"Hair?" Hanna raised an eyebrow, "Didn't he already dye it?"

"What? No! This," She grabbed a stray pink lock, "This is from before my contract. I love my pink hair! That's why I didn't want to give him control."

Hanna gulped, "So now he can change my hair? Well...that's not so bad..."

Dumb Slut giggled, "Sure. You think he's just going to tell you to put it in a ponytail and be done with it? For me he probably would have dyed it back to black and made me put it up professionally. For you...well...I think we'll both be bright haired sluts soon enough."

Hanna groaned, "Oh, whatever. Let's just get you into a skirt and onto the court."

They did and were able to arrive just minutes before Melody and Richard. Hanna felt her pussy clench involuntarily as she stared at Richard's crotch. He noticed and she turned away, embarrassed.

"Hanna! So nice to see you again, and this is your friend..."

"Dumb Slut," Hanna said, "It's a contract thing. That's really her name now."

Dumb Slut stepped towards Richard, "Would you like to grope me Sir?"

Richard did apparently. He started to roughly squeeze Dumb Slut's tits as he looked at his wife, "Go ahead, I look forward to watching this match."

"Watching?" Hanna asked, "I thought-"

Richard laughed, "Me? A man? Play against a woman? Please, where would the fun in that be. I'd obviously crush you."

Shit, Hanna gulped. He must have been infected already. Made sense given his relative proximity to Ned. But what about-

"The bet's still on," Melody said, "He's agreed to honour the terms we discussed. It'll just be me vs you instead."

Hanna sighed in relief.

"Come Dumb Slut, you can sit on my lap while they play." Richard practically dragged Dumb Slut by the tits over to a chair and sat down, pulling her into his lap. She didn't resist, perhaps afraid of accidently breaking her contract by refusing to allow a man to grope her.

Hanna stared over at Melody. Well what the fuck had been the point of brining Dumb Slut? She'd acquired a penalty for nothing!

Hanna took a deep breath to calm herself. It was ok. This was better actually. She was better than Melody. She could win. She wanted to win.

The only problem was that was incredible horny. The sight of Richard molesting Dumb Slut on the sidelines wasn't helping things either.

Hanna took the first set easily. Just as she thought she would. Except during the break Richard had insisted on verifying that Hanna wasn't wearing panties. As he lifted up her skirt he brushed a finger along her slit. That certainly wasn't in the rules, he was being very bold indeed. Even in the perverse universe Hanna had created she could have screamed, could have had him banned from the club, or worse.

She didn't scream. Of course she didn't. She moaned. Loudly. She wanted it. She wanted him. So badly.

She lost the second set. It had been close. Melody had been lucky. A fluke.

The third set was no fluke. Hanna stank up the place. She couldn't return the ball a single time. She was just too horny. Too distracted.

She'd lost.

She was going to get fucked. But would it really be what she wanted?

Richard clapped his hands together, startling Hanna. She looked over and saw Dumb Slut standing beside Richard with a bewildered look on her face as he opened a bag at his feet and pulled out a thick collar. Hanna was confused, she walked over and knelt down in front of him.

"Technically Mel should be doing this," Richard said, "Since you lost your bet to her. But as her husband you won't begrudge me this, will you girl?" He didn't wait for her to answer as he wrapped the collar around Hanna's neck and locked it in place along with a long thin leash.

Then he pulled something else out of the bag, "I try to indulge my wife with these silly little bets of hers, but I was surprised to hear you'd proposed something needing my cooperation. Normally I'd just have said no, but you were always a smart one weren't you? I mean, for a woman. If you win, I fuck you. If Mel wins, I fuck you. The only difference is my permission to cum if you win. Well...you didn't win. And I don't want you whining all night about your needs so I brought you a little gift."

The 'gift' turned out to be a ring gag. It looked like a small steel circle with leather straps around it. Hanna didn't resist, she opened wide and let him push it into her mouth and strap it in place. Once it was secure she ran her tongue over it. It felt strange in her mouth. Slightly uncomfortable, but not painful. She didn't try to speak, there'd be no point.

"Good. Now I can fuck your face, or your pussy, without any annoying girl talk. Speaking of which, where'd you find this Dumb Slut? Did not shut up the whole match. Nice tits. Annoying voice," Richard tugged on the leash, "Come Mel, let's take this girl home."

Richard pulled harder and Hanna quickly stood up and followed. After a few steps her turned back and looked at Dumb Slut, "Ah, what the heck. Do you want to come along too girl? You'll need to be gagged too, you're far more annoying than Hanna, but if you behave yourself I'll fuck you too. Eventually."

Dumb Slut shook her head, "Thank you Sir but no, I'm a lesbian."

Richard smiled, "So?" Then he shrugged, "If you come along I might let you fuck Hanna."

Dumb Slut's eyes went wide, she nodded, "Yes Sir. Gag away!"

Hanna nearly snorted, but restrained herself. Then Richard was walking again and the tug at her neck forced her along. She was going to get fucked, hard, but would Richard let her cum?

She really, really hoped so.