Goddess Phyllis

Chapter 7 The Contest

As Baby continued fucking the judge’s ass, Goddess Phyllis and Elena returned to the room. “Elena, you’re going to make the judge come. We’ll have him lie on his back. You insert your left hand up his ass while you jerk his cock with your right. A little pressure on the prostate will ensure a nice, draining orgasm,” explained Goddess Phyllis. Baby pulled out of the judge’s ass as Erin, Rebecca, Elly and I looked on in admiration. Elena had put on a new pair of the gray, sheer panties and the crotch was already soaked. “Elena, his hole looks big enough for you to fist him. Rather than a few fingers at a time, I want you to make a fist, get it nice and wet with some of that pussy juice that flows from you, and punch it right up hubby’s ass. Can you do that?” asked Goddess Phyllis. “Yes, Goddess Phyllis, I can,” Elena said confidently. She felt she could do anything, such is the power that Goddess Phyllis has instilled in her. Elena sticks her fist in her panties and rubs it all around her sopping slit, getting it all nice and lubed up but being careful not to actually enter her cunt. That would violate one of Goddess Phyllis’s cardinal rules which I have neglected to mention: pussies are for sucking, asses are for fucking. Elena lines her fist up with the judge’s well-fucked asshole, pulls back and punches. She gets her fist in on the first try, a tribute to just how juicy her cunt is and how big the judge’s hole is. The judge cannot stifle a sort of combination moan and groan, earning him a knee to the cheek from his beloved wife. “Shut your pitiful mouth, you shit eating piece of crap,” says Elena as she begins jerking her husband’s cock. She is fist fucking and jerking him rather brusquely and her panties are getting good and wet.

The shit eating comment gave Goddess Phyllis a great idea. The night would be finished off with a shit eating contest between me and the judge. Goddess Phyllis looked around. None of her girls had taken a crap recently, so they could all contribute, but it wouldn’t be enough for a good contest. But if Elly had her pals come over, like Babe, Ellie, Dawn and maybe one or two others, there would be plenty of shit for a really good show. Goddess Phyllis gave Elly her instructions and Elly went off to make the necessary phone calls and arrangements.

Meanwhile, Elena was pumping the judge’s ass and jerking his cock with reckless abandon, impressing even Goddess Phyllis. Sensing that the coming was near, Goddess Phyllis summoned Baby over. “Pull his legs back far enough so that he’ll shoot his come right into his mouth,” says Goddess Phyllis to Baby. Baby stands on the judge’s shoulders and pulls back on his legs as Elena aims her husbands cock at his own mouth. She squeezes his cock and presses her fist on his prostate and the judge explodes, sending a torrent of come into his mouth. “Don’t swallow it yet, judge,” says Baby. “Yes, keep it in your mouth until I tell you to swallow,” adds Elena. Again, Goddess Phyllis is impressed with how quickly Elena picks up on these dominating techniques. Elena keeps jerking her husband’s cock and he keeps shooting into his mouth, finally in diminishing amounts until only a few drops glisten off the head of his now growing limp cock. Elena squeezes this last bit out of him, looks down at her drained husband, looks at Goddess Phyllis and asks her if he can swallow. “Have him spit the come into this bowl,” says Goddess Phyllis, offering her a bowl that I have drunk out of several times. “Add some pee to his come then have him drink it.” A big grin spreads across Elena’s face. “Spit your come into this bowl, shit mouth,” says Elena commandingly. The judge complies, and Elena squats over the come filled bowl and lets out a hot yellow stream. The piss mixes nicely with the come as Elena swirls the bowl around to mix it and hands it to her senseless husband. “Drink it all up then lick the bowl clean!” orders Elena. “Thank you, Mistress Elena,” says the judge as he takes the bowl and pours the entire concoction down his throat. Elena watches him lick the bowl clean as her panties are now so wet that she is dripping down her thighs.

“Elena, we are going to pierce the judge now. I thought that nipple piercings, two cock piercings, one on top and one on the bottom, and a piercing through the scrotum. Becca will do the cock and balls, but you think you can do the nipples?” asks Goddess Phyllis inquisitively. “Oh yes, Goddess Phyllis,” says Elena. “I watched Mistress Rebecca do me and I would love to try.” Rebecca brings over her piercing kit and runs a needle through the top of the judge’s ample cock. There is not much skin up there and it takes the skill of an artist such as Rebecca to not cut more than necessary. She follows this with a needle through the bottom of the cock, through the skin right under the head. Becca inserts a nice ring through each. Next is a larger needle through the scrotum, followed by a bigger ring. She hands the nipple needle to Elena and Elena wastes no time in sticking it very slowly through her husband’s nipples. Very slowly, causing maximum pain. She inserts the nipple rings, and Rebecca runs a small silver chain through the nipple rings and down through the upper cock ring; another chain between the scrotom ring and the bottom of the cock ring, and yet another connecting the two chains. Pulling on this chain can control the judge’s cock, a predicament he soon became aware of as soon s Elena saw what she could do. She led him around the room, telling all the girls, “Look at my shit eating husband!” With that, a knock on the door came. I answered the door, and it was Babe, Ellie, Dawn (you remember these ladies from Part 1) and Babe brought along her girlfriend, porno star Geena D’palma, her of the huge triple dd’s. Goddess Phyllis called everyone to order. “Girls, we are hear tonight to witness a shit eating contest between my shit boy, whom most of you know, and the judge, whom some of you know. Winner gets to eat my ass and maybe more. The loser gets disgraced and will receive a punishment to be named later by either me or Elena. All of you are required to contribute a load of shit to the evening’s festivities. Failure o comply will cause ejection. Understood?” Almost in unison, you could hear Baby, Elly, Erin, Rebecca, Elena, Babe, Ellie, Dawn, and Geena all say, “Yes, Goddess Phyllis.” “Let the shitting begin,” commanded Goddess Phyllis. Elly handed silver platters out all around and the girls all squatted over their platters. Babe was first as the shit came flowing out of her large hole. Baby and Elly were pooping at the same time, and then Rebecca let out her load, smaller than the rest, of course. Erin let her turds plop onto the platter, as did Geena. Dawn let her load stink up the place, and then Elena contributed also. Goddess Phyllis spoke. “Baby, you split it up so that each shiteater gets five platters of equal amounts.” “Yes, Goddess Phyllis,” says Baby, one of the few times she has used that title toward her sister. Now was an appropriate time. Baby starts dividing up the shit as Goddess Phyllis states the rules. “Each of you will have five platters of shit. The first one to finish all five wins. If one of you cannot finish or stop eating for any reason, you lose. Simple as that. Questions?” The judge and I both answer simultaneously, “No, Goddess Phyllis.”

“Good,” says Goddess Phyllis. “Elena, offer the judge some encouragement.” Goddess Phyllis comes over to me and cups my face in her delicate hands. She mesmerizes me with her blue eyes and says “Shitboy, you have to win. I will be pleased if you win, and you need to please me, don’t you?” “Yes, Goddess Phyllis,” I say, “nothing is more important than pleasing you. I will win, I promise.” Goddess Phyllis smiles. “You win, and you will experience delights.” She need not mention the other, unthinkable, alternative.

Goddess Phyllis had the judge and I get on our hands and knees facing our audience, the shitgivers. Our hands were tied behind our backs; we could only use our mouths and heads. Baby placed five platters in front of each of us, put her hand up, and blew the whistle. I dug right into the first platter and took a huge mouthful of shit. I knew that I needed to pace myself but also had to be aware of the pace. I began chewing the mixture of nine different shits, and the judge did the same. I noticed that he was swallowing without thoroughly chewing, which I thought was a mistake. It would turn out to be his undoing. We finished the first platter around the same time and began on the second. I kept plodding along at a consistent rate as the judge took the lead for a while. We were allowed a drink after the second platter, a nice glass of piss. The judge drank half of his and began platter three. I drank all of my pee, good boy that I was, but I figured the moisture was good for me. I delved into platter three and soon caught up with the judge. He was slowing down noticeably and soon he stopped completely. I won, I thought, as the judge fell face first into platter number 3 of shit. A few boos rose up from the crowd, but Goddess Phyllis had not yet said anything, so I crawled up a bit and began platter 4. As I was munching away on this load, Goddess Phyllis said, “Girls, Shit boy is the winner. And see how he keeps going. Shit boy, do you want to finish all five?” “Yes, Goddess Phyllis,” I said. “What about these two that the judge didn’t get to? Do you want to eat those too?” queried Goddess Phyllis. “If Goddess Phyllis wants me to, I will,” was my reply. It was not a good one as Goddess Phyllis put her foot on the back of my head and pushed me face first into the platter of shit, causing me to temporarily suffocate. I lifted my head up and licked the shit off of my face as far as my tongue could reach. “Answer the question again, Shit boy!” commanded Goddess Phyllis. “Yes, Goddess Phyllis, I want to eat those also. Please allow it,” I pleaded. “Yes, you can have all seven. Now go back to number four, “She ordered. I went to back to four and quickly finished it up and got another glass of pee for my trouble. The pee was definitely not Goddess Phyllis’s, I would recognize that. This stuff was good though, nice and warm and yellow. None of that clear crap, this was the real thing. I drank down the whole glass and stuck my head into platter number five. As I was eating the brown beauties, the crowd starting chanting, “Eat shit, eat shit, eat shit,” over and over again and it actually did inspire me That and the thought that Goddess Phyllis was going to give me some sort of pleasure. I had no idea what it would be but it would involve her ass and I had enough sense left to know that I would be wise to continue to impress her. I started on number six and the ladies were now clapping as well as chanting, although now the chant had become “shit boy, shit boy, shit boy.”  I breezed through number six and number seven was pushed in front of me. But first, I was given another glass of piss. I eagerly took the glass and drank the whole thing, handing it back to Erin (wonder if it was her pee or a combo…probably a combo) and going right on to number seven. “Look how much he loves eating shit. He is the best,” said Goddess Phyllis as I was finishing the last of the crap feast.

“Goddess Phyllis, I can beat him. I can eat more shit than shit boy,” says Babe. Everyone looks at her, myself included, incredulously. I had just finished seven platters and she thought she could beat me? Goddess Phyllis looks at her skeptically. “Babe,” Goddess Phyllis says, “If you want to challenge Shit boy, I will accept it on his behalf. If you win, I’ll give you fifty thousand dollars. If you lose, you will get a body whipping from me, Elly, Karen, Rebecca and Erin. You will feel pain like you have never thought possible. Do you say yes?” Babe looked slightly taken aback, probably because she wasn’t expecting a whipping. She wondered if she could still back out, but it would be very humiliating. But humiliation is better than be whipped. “Goddess Phyllis, with all respect, I’d like to withdraw my challenge.” Goddess Phyllis sneered. “Maybe it is too late. Mommy, what do you think?” Elly looked at Babe, and then back at her daughter. “Goddess Phyllis, Babe made a challenge. If she’s scared of a whipping, tough shit. Don’t let her back out.” Goddess Phyllis nodded and looked at Karen. “Baby, what do you say?” Baby smiled and said, “I’m with Mommy. Too late. Nyeh nyeh.” Goddess Phyllis laughed; her sister always had the knack to crack her up. “Rebecca, any thoughts?” asked Goddess Phyllis. “Yes, Goddess Phyllis, make her come back and learn not to open a big mouth. She totally dissed Shit Boy, and that was not warranted.” “Excellent point, Rebecca. Babe, your request to withdraw your challenge is denied. All of us will return is four nights. Mommy, arrange for Oz and Dottie to come over, and tell them to build up for this. I want a big load from each of them.” “I’m on it, Goddess Phyllis,” said Elly. Oz is a huge assed powerhouse with a beautiful face. Dottie is much smaller, almost regular sized, but packs a huge ass hole. I am looking forward to this challenge; I intend to kick ass, relatively speaking.

Next: Chapter 8 – The Reward