Court Orders June/July Contest

[Shocker]

Teaser: The ten young women looked anxiously around, taking in the soldiers with their shouldered rifles looking at them with keen interest, some of them leering as if mentally undressing them. Despite the sun standing high in the sky Maria felt a shiver running down her spine, those young men looked like wolves, perhaps not wolves but no less dangerous..
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Court Orders
Author: Shocker

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Perhaps a couple of warnings ahead of time. This story is tagged non con as there is a strong element of coercion involved. I hope you will bear with my writind despite it not containing scenes of young women wildly ravished. There are many ideas in this story that I had played with for a story about golf, but alas golf isn't played on courts.
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Court Orders


The ten young women looked anxiously around, taking in the soldiers with their shouldered rifles looking at them with keen interest, some of them leering as if mentally undressing them. Despite the sun standing high in the sky Maria felt a shiver running down her spine, those young men looked like wolves, perhaps not wolves but no less dangerous. Her gaze returned to the tall figure facing them. It was her, Irina Dobrev, the ice queen, that's what the press had called her during her reign as undisputed number 1 of the world tennis ranking. Dobrev had fought her way upwards with sheer determination and an obsessive training regime. Her reign had lasted a little over a year. Until, the ever-changing fates of international tennis had seen her slowly sinking in the standings till she had dropped out of the top ten, which was when she had announced her retirement from the sport. If she could no longer be at the top, then there was no more room for her in it. That retirement had occurred about 11 or 12 years ago, yet the woman that Maria saw, still looked incredibly fit for 39, which was 20 years older than herself. Dobrev had sharply defined features, with piercing gray eyes and pale blonde, shortcut, spiky hair, that appeared almost masculine.

"Ladies, can I have your attention for a moment?" Dobrev spoke quietly in fluent Spanish, despite her harsh Slavic accent.
While the words, might have been clad in the grammatical form of a question, the tone made it clear this was an order. All eyes turned towards her.
"In less than 6 weeks the Olympic games will begin in Los Angeles. El Presidente has decided that your native and my adoptive country will be represented there, and gain the glory it deserves. For the first time since 1964 tennis will be played again under the 5 rings. The Olympic committee limited the participation age up to 21 years."
A whisper went through their ranks. Yet Dobrev continued as if she didn't notice.
"Upon orders from his excellency Presidente Aguerra, your various clubs have proposed you as the most promising players to form the national team. I have reviewed all proposals and limited the selection to the ten of you. The selection of the final four candidates will occur over the next 14 days of this training camp."
One of the women raised her hand. Dobrev looked at her.
"You are Ramona Montez? Do you have a question?"
The woman was slightly taken aback by being addressed by her name, but steeled herself and tried to sound calmly.
"Who is going to make the final selection, and on what criteria?"
"Quite a pertinent question, I will and based on my own criteria. The next 2 weeks will contain the most grueling training you'll have ever received. By the time I'm done with you, I will know precisely whom of you has the instincts and skills to play at the absolute top."

Dobrev looked at them challenge in her eyes, daring them to ask more questions. As none came she continued.
"A few items of housekeeping, we are here fairly isolated, the soldiers will keep any distractions away from our camp. Just to let you know, I have been put in full charge of this camp, that specifically includes also the command over the soldiers."
Dobrev's eyes sparkled mischievously, as she knew only to well how much it had rankled Captain Silva to be placed beneath the command of not only a foreigner, but a foreign woman. He was macho, the kind of Latin man who believed to be the greatest gift to all womankind. Yet she was immune to that kind of charm, her tastes ran in a different direction.
"Your rooms are on the second floor, 2 girls per room. Get up there get settled. Change into tennis gear, and I'll see you on the court in 10 minutes. Don't be late."
At that she turned and marched of towards the tennis courts.

Maria and the others hastily dragged there bags to the assigned rooms, a simple sheet of paper stuck to the door informed her that this room would house Maria Gonzalez and Selena Ramirez. She just hoped Selena didn't snore. Both young women hastily stripped out of their traveling clothes and donned their tennis whites. The allotted time simply did not suffice to make concessions to modesty. But then both of them had spent enough time in communal showers on tournaments to be uncomfortable around naked women. Maria did notice that Selena's breasts were bigger than her own, but this only registered in combination with the question if the big boobs would get in the way of her backhand stroke.

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Precisely ten minutes later the ice queen was looking at 9 of her players, all turned out nicely in white polo shirts and skirts, just like herself. She saw the last player arrive running, huffing and puffing from the exertion.
"Senorita Lopez, you are 2 minutes late."
Carmen Lopez shrivelled under the icy gaze.
"I'm sorry." she stammered.
"Don't be sorry, be on time, be perfect." Dobrev replied curtly "Ok ladies let's get warmed up with 5 rounds around the courts, and then we do 2 more with compliments of Lopez."
She then turned and started jogging, and the other players fell in trying to match her easy stride, and found it much faster than they had anticipated. The perimeter around the 3 tennis courts measured close to a kilometer, so while the first round went well, the second was harder, by the third a few of them breathed harder and all of them were beginning to sweat. By round five, sweat ran freely down their brows and legs began to protest. The protest turned into pain and when they had finished the seventh, all of them were breathing hard and thanked god for the ordeal being over.
As they glanced up they saw that Dobrev was barely breathing harder, and had developed only the slightest sheen of sweet on her face.
"I must say I'm disappointed with the stamina displayed here. Playing three sets at high tempo is much more strenuous than jogging a mere 7 kilometers. Starting tomorrow we will meet at 6 am and 6 pm for a few laps, until we have whipped you into shape."
"Twice a day, have you lost your mind. I'm not going to stand for this" a slim woman with a ponytail objected.
Dobrev looked at her for a moment before taking a sheet of paper out of her pocket. And began reading from it.
"Pepe Garcia" the young woman's face turned pale but Dobrev kept reading "Anna Martinez, Sergio Lopez, Elisabetta Gonzalez, Maria Hernandez, Durita Ramirez, Jose Durango, Juanita Perez, Diego Sanchez and Juan Diaz, each of those persons I just have mentioned, have been taken in this morning by officers of the state security police."
The younger women all struggled with the thought that a father, mother, grandparent or sibling had been taken hostage for their good behavior.
"They are all perfectly safe, like yourselves they are under the expressive protection of the President. So if you like Senorita Garcia believe that you can't stand this any longer, please let me know and some the soldiers will take you to join your families. Though then you will also no longer be part of the protected team. So is this what you want Lupe?"
Lupe Garcia was seriously shaken, by what she just had heard, especially as Dobrev had said rejoined with her family, not taken home. There had been a threat in that phrasing, to which she was only too aware.
"No Senora Dobrev, I would prefer to stay in the program." she said with a slight tremble in her voice.
"Very well Lupe, you will report after dinner to my quarters, and we will discuss your options for the future."
She gave a signal with her hand, and two soldiers carried a mannequin towards them. The figurine was dressed in typical white tennis outfit, incorporating their national colors in bright stripes down the sides of the shirts and skirts.

A gleam of longing appeared in the eyes of the players, as they imagined wearing this to represent their country. Dobrev took in the hungry eyes timing her words for maximum effect.
"Yes ladies, this is the uniform you long for, the only outfit that matters from now on."
Her words clearly drew her audience in, they were bound by their own imagination.
"But you first need to earn the right to wear it. And I will give you a chance to earn them. Take of those shirts and skirts you are wearing!"
If she had cracked a whip, the result couldn't have startled the young women more than those words did.
"But we could not possibly undress here in front of the soldiers." Maria protested.
"Don't be ridiculous child. You intend to play in front of thousands of spectators. Not a small number of them men. Most of them will stare at your tight asses. Trying to get a glimpse under your skirts".
Maria turned red, never having thought about it that way.
"Your bodies are what they are. Big tits, small tits, wide hips or shapely asses" Dobrev pointed at various players "You got what you got, being conscious about those stares will divert concentration, and you will lose."
Maria glared at Dobrev
"I don't lose that easily."
"Winning the local championship at San Fillipe, is something entirely different than competing against the best players of other nations. If you don't pay 100% attention you have already lost, and we don't need to bother sending you."
"I think you are wrong" Maria insisted.
"Do you?" Dobrev's eyebrow rose "Ok, let's make this interesting. We are going to play for it. You beat me I revert my decision, should I win I will add a further stipulation. How about it?"

Dobrev could see the calculation in Maria's face, the young woman, was well in training, had been coming from a series of spectacular wins and was fully aware that Dobrev was twice her age. Yet she was hesitant sensing a trap, so Dobrev pushed her.
"I thought you don't lose so easily? But if you are to chicken, perhaps there is somebody else to champion your cause her. After all we are looking for fighters in the team."
"Ok deal, when do we start."
Dobrev began unbuttoning her shirt.
"Why now of course, now get out of those shirts and skirts."
"But I thought we were playing for it?" Maria was confused.
"For the reversal of my order. You need to pay attention to the details. Now off with those clothes. As you can see I'm abiding by the same rules."
She unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the ground, revealing a body, that would have been the dream of any illustrator for anatomic text books. Dobrev's body was all slim and defined musculature. If there was a gram of unnecessary fat on her the younger women could not see it. Under Dobrev's challenging gaze they began taking off their own clothes. A soldier wolf whistled. Dobrev turned to the man.
"You will report, to Captain Silva, give him my compliments and that I ask him to impress on you that these women are under the special protection of El Presidente and not to be interfered with"
The soldier grinned insolently, and Dobrev decided to have a conversation with Silva as well, to make the object lesson memorable to all his soldiers.
"You are aware that I'm currently your commanding officer?"
"Officers in my army are not wearing just bra and panties."
He never saw her tennis racket moving, but surely felt it hitting his throat. He immediately collapsed on the ground.
Dobrev addressed the other soldier.
"Take this idiot to Captain Silva, he is under arrest for insubordination and incompetence."
The other soldier, being a fast learner threw a salute and only said "Yes, Senora" in his best parade ground manner. And dragged his groaning comrade away.

Dobrev turned back to the players, fire in her eyes. To her satisfaction she saw that the younger women had finally obeyed her instructions. There was a rich display in exposed brown skin, breasts tightly encased in sports bras and white cotton panties. She liked what she saw, but then she had always been much more attracted to other women, and here were 10 asses that literally belonged to her.
"Very good ladies, there is sunscreen on the table over there. I recommend liberal application, or you will burn yourself quiet badly, as this might take a while."

A few minutes later the nubile bodies now glistening in the oily sheen of the sunscreen assembled around the court.
"Diaz chair umpire, Ramirez and Montez line umpires. Call it as it is and there will be no problems. Try to sway it one way or the other, and we will have words."
The three women nodded and took their positions. Dobrev granted Maria the advantage of serving first. An advantage which she turned into the first point with an ace. Then the true battle began, Dobrev and Maria fighting over every single point. The younger woman playing with the energy of youth and fast reflexes. Her teammates loudly cheered when she scored and groaned when Dobrev did. The first set ended 6–4 in Maria's favor and conviction of victory settled in the younger woman.

Then the second set started, and Maria served hard trying to score again as she had done so well in the first set, only to find Dobrev to be in position and returning the ball, and returning it much harder than she had through the first set. There was no sign of triumph on the older woman's face just a look of concentration. Maria began to fight even harder, but everything she tried was easily countered by Dobrev. Her opponents serves, developed the nasty habit of landing just outside Maria's reach. She was soaked in sweat as the second set ended 2-6 in Dobrev's favor.

The third set wasn't so much a match as an execution. Dobrev who had calmly analyzed Maria's game during the first set, played into every weakness the younger woman had shown her during that time. And if their run hadn't driven home the message yet, Dobrev had a better stamina than any of her girls. Dobrev knew that Maria Gonzalez was perhaps the best player in the group, destroying her like this on the court, would make the rest of camp much easier. Those young chicks, might have known her name, but had no idea what it meant to compete with the ice queen. A woman whose obsession with perfection had made her the number one in the world. The set ended without Maria scoring 0–6.

They shook hands and Dobrev addressed the shell shocked players. They all had seen how much Maria had been outclassed by a much older woman and wondered how they would have done.
"OK, Ladies this is how it's going to be, there will be daily matches. You win a match you gain a piece of the uniform. And now thanks to Senorita Gonzalez, you lose one you lose a piece of clothing. Players who win a match of my choice fully dressed have made the team."
"What do you mean by lose a piece of clothing, we are already all undressed." Maria dared to ask.
"Funny that you ask, as you did just lose a match." Dobrev smiled like a cat who just caught a canary.
"I don't understand?"
"Really, and here I thought you couldn't decide if you dropped bra or panties."
"But I can't not in front of everybody."
"Think of it as being ahead of the curve, tomorrow after training there will be five of you either baring their tits or cunts."
The harshness of the words hit Maria like blows.
"What happens if I lose again?"
"That should be obvious, then your choice is so much easier."
"And after that?"
"Maria, take this as a piece of good advice, nobody wants to be a three times loser in this camp. At that point you will have lost your place in the roster, and the protection it affords you."
Those words sounded ominous. Maria tried to decide what to take off.
Dobrev leaned forward and whispered into her ear.
"If I had big tits like you, I would think really hard how they will affect your game swinging around freely."
Maria had wanted to give up her bra to safe some of her dignity, but Dobrev was right, she needed to win the next game, and doing so with her chest getting in the way would be much harder. She closed her eyes and hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties, pushing them down to her ankles. Revealing a thick triangle of black curls.
"Clever girl" Dobrev said so quietly that only Maria could hear her.
"OK Ladies, that's it for today. Hit the showers and get dressed for dinner. Tomorrow 6 am in your current outfits. Garcia you will report to me at 8 pm sharp for discipline. Dismissed!"

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The next day training began in earnest, Maria felt very exposed as she joined her underwear clad teammates sans panties, for the morning run. It turned out that the entire team was on time today. Running just the 5 kilometers, was still challenging, but in the cool morning light, considerably less grueling than their first time. Dobrev nodded with satisfaction before letting them go for their morning toilette and breakfast.

During breakfast the girls tried to get Lupe Diaz to tell them what had happened last night between her and Dobrev.
"I did a lot of grovelling, and I don't want to talk about it" was the only answer the young woman gave, face bright red.
Her roommate told Maria and Selena under the seal of secrecy that Lupe had returned after 10 at night, with red splotches on her knees, and immediately proceeded to their little washroom spitting a lot and engaging in vigorous teeth brushing.

The training schedule Dobrev followed, used the time before lunch for technical drills. Asking for a precision that was inhuman. That morning, they had to practice serving, with the purpose of hitting playing cards, that Dobrev had nailed to the courts. Her argument being, that a player being able to reliably hit a given target could prevent her opponent from getting to it in time, without risking a fault of their own. Neither of them had ever thought of it that way, but Dobrev's destruction of Maria on the previous day, had been largely due to her ability of playing to that precision. And it became quickly apparent that she was obsessed with the idea of getting her players to the same level of skill.

In the afternoon, the dreaded match ups occurred. All of them were fully aware that 5 of them would be at least as exposed as Maria was, before the training finished. Maria herself, considered the risk of being entirely naked in a few hours time, but shoved it rapidly aside. Thinking of losing before the first serve was a surefire way to do exactly that.

"Ok ladies, tomorrow I will decide on individual matches, today each of you is going to play her roommate." Dobrev ordered.
She pointed at three players assigning them as umpires and told the rest to pick a court and start playing. The matches were hard fought and none of them could beat their opponent in just 2 sets. Dobrev called this amateurish.

After the matches, Maria took a pair of panties from her sports bag and donned them again. Looking at Selena taking her bra off. She had really tried to impart the same warning Dobrev had given her to her roommate, but Selena was incredibly shy. Now she stood there with her big breasts flopping around, whenever she moved. Others had opted to air their privates, and seeing the woman next to each other Maria noted that not all of them had the same luscious growth of pubic hair as she did. Lupe Diaz, also had shed her bra instead of panties, but her small pert breasts were not likely to engage in the same pendulous movements as Selena's.

Dobrev called the winners of each match to her and handed them a small metal ball, no larger than a big marble.
"Winning does require, being fully focused on the game. Allowing distractions will cause you to lose. So to train your ability to combat distraction, you will wear those tomorrow at training."
"Wear them where?" Ramona Montez asked.
"You'll figure it out. But in case you are that dense, report to my quarters after our evening run, and I will show you. That offer stands for each of you."
Maria allowed the ball to run over her hand. There seemed to be a smaller weight inside them, causing it to run acentric.

Back at their room, she showed the contraption to Selena, who was in a poor mood having lost. But she raised an eyebrow at the sight.
"She is making you wear a Ben Wa ball? I will have my bra back in no time." she gleamed.
"Ben what?"
"Ben wa."
"So what does one do with a ben wa ball?"
"You really don't know?" Selena's face turned a bit pink "It goes inside your pussy and will make you feel real good."
"How?" Maria was fully befuddled.
"Put it in for the evening run, just to get used to it."
"And if I don't want to get used to it?" Maria asked belligerently.
"Perhaps I shouldn't tell you" Selena gestured towards her naked chest "But if you don't learn to deal with it, your muff will be on display by tomorrow evening."
"I'll think about it."

She did more than just thinking about it, after some experimentation and warming up the little ball she had managed to press it past her labia. And as she ran with her teammates the metal sphere was moving inside her. Stimulating her in ways she had never believed to be possible. The distraction was real, so was the discharge slowly turning her panties into a soaking mess. None of the other winners had, been doing what she had, or their much more even breathing was a sign that only she was succumbing to horniness.


The next day, went very much the same as the previous day. There was more ragged breathing during the running, clearly the other winners, now all sporting skirts, had received pointers in what to do with their balls. Dobrev had thought up new technical exercises, to engage in. The players learned that "Not an entire waste of my time" was as close as Dobrev came to express satisfaction.

For the matches, Dobrev paired a previous winner with a loser. Making it very clear that she was weeding out the weakest links. Maria valiantly fought two opponents, Lupe Diaz with her small breasts gleaming in the oiled sheen of sunscreen. And the ben wa ball, wreaking havoc in her sex. Her scream of jubilation, was not entirely restricted to beating Lupe. Who was asked by Dobrev to take her last garment off, while still on the court. Revealing a very narrow strip of hair on a prominent mons.

It was Maria's turn in the umpires chair, as she observed Ramona Montez destroying Selena. Whose big breasts in their unbound form really interfered with her game. Resulting in also her exposing her pubic hair to the rest of the team. Trying to cover up as much as she could with her hands.

Selena and Lupe, where the only ones who were now fully naked. Three of the previous winners, were taking of the skirts they had so proudly one the previous day. And which Maria would put on today. Dobrev issued more ben wa balls to the new winners, and Maria's heart sank as she and Ramona received another one each.

The next disaster struck, Maria got carried away by the two metal spheres banging against each other inside her. Causing her to lose her skirt. But when Selena, still handicapped by her breasts lost, Dobrev told two soldiers to take her away, that she was no longer a part of the team.
The two young men, grabbed and arm each and marched her off the court. Evidently ogling her nakedness with great delight. When Maria arrived later at their room, the mattress was turned up and all of Selena's things were gone.


After a few days of ups and downs Dobrev had a cadre of four fully uniformed players with Gonzalez, Montez, Ramirez and Lopez. She had no pity for the six naked girls that had been escorted of the courts, by soldiers to a future that might suit their talents better. Their protection by el Presidente had seized the moment they had washed out. And those soldiers, had been lonely for a long time.

A month earlier she had struck a deal with the President for life Aguirra. She had demanded an entirely free hand in the methods she applied.
"I don't care if you fuck them all, as long as you get me that Olympic medal." He had looked straight at her.
She gulped at the words
"Oh, I know of your sexual preferences, and we might not officially condone those practices. But I won't say anything. So can you do it?"
"You can bet your ass that I can." she had thrown back into his face.
"Actually it's your ass and the rest of your body that is on the line here. You don't bring back a medal, I'll hand you over to Captain Silva and his men. I think, he mentioned something like you just haven't been fucked by a real man yet."
Dobrev turned pale.

The End.

[sinfulwords]

So I’m not giving out ratings for ze contest just yet, so I’ll simply comment on the text for now ^.^

I liked the title a lot the double entendre is super fun! cause obviously Court Orders are legal directives but u used them here as a highlight of Debrov’s authority

This story is different from what I associate your work with but also, at the same time, exactly what I associate ur work with. Cause although the Ravishment aspects were famine the humiliation aspects were feast

I loved how Dobrev manipulated the players in such a unique way: forcing them to compete for shrapnels of dignity while simultaneously using that manipulation to create a god-squad of tennis titans!

I think I liked the demise of Selena the best: the bouncing coconuts of doom!

I liked that ur use of the court prompt was a tennis court! That was clever! Cause the obvious choice, imo, is a court of law. I enjoyed the imagery of the oil prompt as well: all the ladies shimmering under the sun as they fought for their spot on the team Debrov’s obsession with excellence was also one of my favorite parts of the story. Who doesn’t love a domineering ice queen with ridiculously high standards? regimented no-nonsense characters are ALWAYS a win imo! I just love being exasperated by them tbh they make for such captivating tension!

Hopefully her carefully curated team goes on to win in the Olympics otherwise, it seems El presidente se va a encabronar mucho

Cool story dude! I was actually super into it even tho there was no brutal rape scenes. I was invested on how far the humiliation would go and which women would ultimately make the team! 10/10! Good luck in the contest

[Shocker]

@sinfulwords
You can mentally add those scenes if you wish for, I had considered describing the counseling sessions with Dobrev in more detail, but decided against it, as it would have detracted from her obsessive nature. But there is a hint of Lupe trying to spit out hair.

The fate of players not making the cut, is deliberately open ended, but it’s not only Dobrev obsessed with perfection, but also the president for life of this lovely nation. And he will totally have Dobrev rue the day, if she doesn’t deliver.

Glad you enjoyed it.

[RapeU]

I really enjoyed this one. As someone who likes bouncing breasts, the idea of a woman with large breasts playing tennis is

The idea of a woman being forced to play tennis topless This actually reminds me of a voleyball game a classmate discovered when I was in junior high or high school computer class. I think it was some kind of typing thing? I don't fully remember what the class was even for, but someone found a volleyball game that allowed you to see the female players topless if you played it well enough. Good times.

[Lucius]

Ooh, a historical! I don't mind the absence of wild ravishment scenes as long as we get obsessive Martina Irina in command of the tennis court. The 'balls' prompt would't have been out of place here too.

[Shocker]

Ooh, a historical! I don't mind the absence of wild ravishment scenes as long as we get obsessive Martina Irina in command of the tennis court. The 'balls' prompt would't have been out of place here too.

I originally wanted to make the setting even older and use an east bloc country, but when doing my research when Tennis became Olympic, I found the 1984 Los Angeles games had it as a U21 demonstration. That was such a welcome reason of keeping my victims players pretty young.

I always had planned on writing a golf story, even had the title set as a most humbling game, that story still sits with only chapter one finished on my hard drive. But a lot of the ideas found use here.

[AdmiralPiet]

@Shocker
As expected another well crafted contest entry. Lots of things to like here.
But the win for me goes to @sinfulwords this time.

As with most entries oil was a difficult one, but good take on obsession, and clever use of court.
In fact the title fooled me into thinking of some judicial dystopia like the one with the naked cyclist. Took a while till the tennis court clicked.

I liked Dobrev. Nice handling of the one soldier.
Good of her to lead by example.
I would like to see her succeed, so those girls better get that medal.

I don't know why but sometimes I feel nothing for the victims and whatever horrible fate awaits is ok. And sometimes its like "Awww, poor girl!"
Like with the washouts or Dobrev in case they fail.

Just a personal problem:
Tennis. I am not a watcher of sports anyway but I regard tennis as one of the most boring and dull sports ever invented.
Eyes to the right - tock - eyes to the left - tock - eyes to the right - tock - eyes to the left - tock - yes to the right - tock - eyes to the left - tock - yes to the right - tock - eyes to the left - tock - ...

I really can't stand it

[Shocker]

@Shocker
As expected another well crafted contest entry. Lots of things to like here.
But the win for me goes to @sinfulwords this time.

As with most entries oil was a difficult one, but good take on obsession, and clever use of court.
In fact the title fooled me into thinking of some judicial dystopia like the one with the naked cyclist. Took a while till the tennis court clicked.

I liked Dobrev. Nice handling of the one soldier.
Good of her to lead by example.
I would like to see her succeed, so those girls better get that medal.

I don't know why but sometimes I feel nothing for the victims and whatever horrible fate awaits is ok. And sometimes its like "Awww, poor girl!"
Like with the washouts or Dobrev in case they fail.

Just a personal problem:
Tennis. I am not a watcher of sports anyway but I regard tennis as one of the most boring and dull sports ever invented.
Eyes to the right - tock - eyes to the left - tock - eyes to the right - tock - eyes to the left - tock - yes to the right - tock - eyes to the left - tock - yes to the right - tock - eyes to the left - tock - ...

I really can't stand it

To be honest, al, the things I know about tennis fit on a very small piece of paper. As a spectators sport it cannot compete with golf full dullness. The only exciting description of a golf match that I know of can be found in the pages of Goldfinger. There is always a massive divide between playing a game and just watching others doing it.

[MillieDynamite]

I like this story as much as the others. The prompts are always open to interpretations, nice utilizations of them.

[Shocker]

I like this story as much as the others. The prompts are always open to interpretations, nice utilizations of them.

It what I like so much about this format, the ability too look at a prompt and take it in unexpected ways.