“This should be fun,” Richard remarked as he took his seat on the sofa. “Can’t remember the last flyting I’ve seen.”

As one, his companions turned and looked at him quizzically. “A what?” Alyssa asked.

“A flyting.” He shrugged. “You know. Like, a contest to see who can get in the most... sick burns. That kind of thing.”

“OK, don’t say ‘sick burns’,” she groaned. “And where the hell d’you get ‘flyting’ from?”

“Well, it’s what they call it in Norse mythology.”

Sabrina stared at him in bewilderment. “How do you know that?”

“The Thor films?” Milo speculated.

Richard snorted. “Give me some credit. I got it from the Magnus Chase books.”

“Only you would use the term from frickin’ Norse mythology,” AJ snickered.

“Hey, I like it,” he said defensively, smiling down at his girlfriend.

“Well, nowadays we tend to go with ‘roast battle’,” Phil chuckled. “Although, I guess this isn’t even really that. You win by bigging yourself up, not putting your opponent down. I guess you could call it a... boast battle. That probably fits better.”

“The flyting in the Magnus Chase books was kind of a boast battle in the end,” Richard muttered. “Just saying.”

As Alyssa gave her Master a withering look, Sabby smirked and leaned back, planting her palms on the carpet behind her. She was sitting on a cushion on the floor, as was AJ opposite her. The two women were positioned at either end of the couch in Milo’s living room, on which he sat with their respective doms. Everybody else was sitting around the rest of the room, watching in respectful silence.

“OK, enough debate about what we’re calling this, let’s crack on with it.” Phil sat forwards, gazing down at the girls on the ground. “You’re both clear on the rules?”

They both nodded keenly.

“Ready to start?”

Sabrina made a show of stretching her limbs and flexing her muscles, as if limbering up for a physical contest rather than a verbal one. She cracked her knuckles, rolled her head around on her shoulders, and prodded her boobs from beneath to make them bounce. Her companions watched with raised eyebrows and wry smiles.

“Ready,” she announced at last, with a mischievous grin.

The other contender sat up straight on her cushion, her hands in her lap, one covering the other demurely. Whereas Sabby had sat with her hands behind her and her legs spread widely to show off her naked body as much as possible, as a distraction tactic, AJ had adopted a more modest pose, her pussy mostly hidden from view behind her crossed legs and clasped hands. It was as if she was trying to say she didn’t need to use nudity to throw her opponent off-balance. On the other hand, her supple tits were still very much on show, dangling strands of her brunette mane encircling and accentuating them. A sultry, slightly provocative smile played across her lips.

Phil gestured to Milo, who, as a neutral party, was acting as their referee. “Begin,” he proclaimed.

Knowing she probably had no more than a couple of seconds before Alyssa spoke, Sabby thought quickly about the aspects of herself she was proudest of, the things she most wanted to boast about. Then a broad smile spread across her face, the words coming to her lips with natural ease.

“I’m a stupid panty-sniffing loser,” she bragged. “I’m a total fucking moron. I’m a gullible hypnocrite. I’ve got no brains at all, I let my dirty wet cunt do all the thinking.”

There were yelps of laughter from the spectators. AJ flinched as if struck, clearly taken aback by the strength of Sabby’s opening boasts. But even as the hypnocrite smiled proudly, her adversary recovered.

“I’m a fuckin’ dumbass chicken,” AJ proclaimed, with a self-effacing snigger. “I’m a total birdbrain. I’m much more gullible than you - I’m so easily led, it’s ridiculous. You could convince me of anything. Well, except that you’re a bigger idiot than me,” she added.

Sabrina blew air out of her cheeks. Those were strong retorts. She hadn’t won this yet - far from it.

Taking a deep breath, she resumed her flow with a defiant grin. “You? A bigger idiot than me?” she said incredulously. “Just look at me - I’m your classic dumb blonde bimbo! My boobs are bigger than my brain!” That earned more mirth from the audience, bolstering her confidence as she continued. “I wasn’t made for thinking - I’m made for doing as I’m told. That’s why my mind floats away so easily...”

“I’m so easy,” the chicken girl countered. “I go into trance in, like, a second. I can be hypnotised by anything - even staring at a blank wall. No-one’s more droppable than me. And no-one’s brain gets tied up in more knots than mine.”

Sabby was about to ridicule that last comment when she saw that one of AJ’s hands had slipped out from under the other and fallen further between her legs, beginning to caress her shadowed crevice. “Dani,” the auburn-haired girl grumbled, but then her eyes lit up. “See what I mean?!” she crowed, tapping her temple with her spare hand. “I’ve got another person up here, who Master put there, and she messes with me constantly. And I can’t stop her. I’m hopelessly mindfucked.”

She shuddered as Dani stroked their slit more insistently. “We’ve been masturbating pretty much nonstop all week,” she muttered, “and I just can’t get myself off. She won’t let me. I can’t make myself cum, and I’m really trying!!”

There were murmurs and titters from the onlookers. Bringing Danielle into the debate was a good move - it strengthened Alyssa’s argument a lot. Sabrina could feel the contest drawing to a close. She knew she’d have to throw everything into this if she wanted to win now. And knowing what the prize was, she really wanted to win...

“I’m a kinky sex kitten,” she declared. “I’m a depraved whore. I’m an ass-eating little perv. I’ll do anything for a good dicking, I’ve got zero self-respect.” She threw in an ahegao for good measure - her eyes crossing hard to stare at the sweet spot on her forehead, while her tongue hung all the way down to her chin - before quickly resuming. “My whole personality is following commands, and looking fuckable. You don’t need to treat me like a person. You don’t need to show me respect. You don’t even need to talk to me. You can just stare at my tits and ass, and grope them as much as you want. That’s what I’m here for - to be looked at, and touched, and used.”

She was jilling off now too, sharp, hot little breaths shaking her voice as she gave her closing remarks. “I’m just a brainless, slutty, horny little fuckpet,” she grunted, bent over with her fingers buried in her cunt. “And I’m desperate to fuck, and suck, and cum, and obey, all... the... time.”

There was a low rumble of impressed noises and aroused gasps from the spectators. Alyssa gaped, looking totally thunderstruck, her own hand visibly speeding up. She went to speak, but her confidence was clearly shaken by Sabrina’s powerful speech.

“I am so stupid, I... I...” She clapped her spare hand to her forehead, and cried, “I can’t think of anything else to say!”

“And we have a winner!” Milo announced.

Grinning jubilantly, Sabby glanced up at him and was about to thank him, when he continued, “If you’re too stupid even to think of something to say at this point, that makes you the biggest moron in the room. Congratulations, Alyssa!”

Sabrina’s mouth fell open in disbelief. “What? Nooo...!”

“YESSS!” AJ roared, pumping her fist in the air victoriously. The audience applauded her, chortling at her ecstatic reaction.

“Whoa, wait - this doesn’t seem fair.” Kneeling up, Sabby shot her Sir a beseeching look.

He shrugged, smirking. “It’s up to Miles, kitten. Besides, you can’t really fault his logic.”

“You know the rules, Sabby,” Milo said even as he snickered at the victory dance AJ was performing while still knelt on her cushion. “Loser forfeits her mind.”

“But, but I - o-ohhh...”

Even as she kept protesting, Sabrina’s subconscious seemed to have accepted the outcome for her. She suddenly felt her wits begin to slip away, her thoughts floating out of her head and up into the air, far out of reach, her eyes rolling up to watch them go.

She reeled backwards, her bare butt sinking into the soft cushion. Oh, but this felt nice. Losing didn’t feel so bad, after all. A drunken smile spread across her face.

“Ohhh... I loooove looosing,” she burbled.

Distantly, she heard Richard’s voice. “Go ahead, claim your prize.”

“With pleasure,” AJ exclaimed. “Can’t believe I finally get to cum! And like this? Is it my birthday?” There was a brief pause. “No, for real, is it? I know it’s this week but I’m so stupid, I’ve literally lost track of the days!”

“Should’ve used that in the boast battle,” Phil laughed.

“Whatever. Sabby, get over here, lie down.”

“Mmyeah ’lyssa.”

Falling forward onto her hands and knees, the brainless fuckpet crawled across towards AJ, before sinking to the floor and rolling onto her back. Her head came to rest on AJ’s deliciously pussy-scented cushion.

“That’s right, get under me, loser,” the split-personality submissive gloated, looming over the supine, sprawled sex kitten. “Shows you for trying to prove you’re dumber than me.”

Sabby gave a grunting, moronic laugh. “I’m a lllooooserrr...”

“Hell yeah, you are. And I’m the fuckin’ winner.” Climbing over her, AJ straddled her face and lowered her pussy towards her mouth. Stupid as she was, the entranced Sabby still had the instinctive knowledge and muscle memory to respond appropriately.

Before long, the game’s victor was writhing and thrashing, riding her fallen foe’s face as her practiced tongue brought her to her first (and probably only) orgasm of the week. As she came, Alyssa made sure to let out a triumphant war cry that echoed around the house and made her audience howl with laughter.

“I AM THE QUEEN OF THE DIPSHITS!!”