Bonus Round 17

[b]*Round Eighty Five*[/b]

Annabelle appeared and immediately shivered as an icy wind washed along her exposed skin. Prior to examining her surroundings, she fumbled for a cigarette. She felt an intense craving for nicotine and hurriedly flicked her lighter. She took a heavy drag and let out a deep, smokey sigh. Her craving began dissipating and her head immediately cleared. She savored the sweet aftertaste while the familiar burn stinging the back of her throat left her wanting more.

Annabelle looked around. She stood on a dark street corner. The side walk was cracked and broken. A tall wooden pole with decades of papers stapled and glued towered next to her. Behind was an overgrown, abandoned lot and a decrepit brick building with faded graffiti. A streetlight bathed her in a dim red glow.

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She leaned against the wooden pole and sighed. She examined herself. She wore a slinky white top that had small triangles of fabric covering her nipples. They were attached by impossibly thin strips around her back keeping it in place. Her protruding belly was uncovered as were her arms. This was definitely the closest to naked a top could be. Her tits were unsupported and mostly uncovered except for the triangles. She shook her chest softly and felt the triangles shift, baring her veiny nipples. It took very little to displace the small bits of cloth. She adjusted her top to cover what she could while she checked her skirt. As expected, it was incredibly short. The bottom of her ass poked out and she wore no underwear. It was shiny red and hugged her tightly, like it was painted on. She stood atop tall red heels and tattered fishnets crawled up her legs ending with lacy garters. The garters ran below her skirt and connected to hooks inside it. It was a sexy outfit, and as she did another once over of herself, she had to admit, she felt very fuckable. Her hair was loose and fell down to her ass.

A black Cadillac pulled up in front of Annabelle. The vehicle was put into park and the door clicked open. Darius emerged and stepped towards Annabelle. He wore a white suit which was a size too big with a white, wide brimmed hat. His fingers gleamed with golden rings and he confidently approached her. The suit contrasted his dark skin.

His smooth, manly voice spoke, "Hey, Bella, what's shakin' Ho?"

"Hey, Darius, I-"

"It's Daddy now, you call me Daddy."

"O-okay Daddy..."

Annabelle was momentarily confused, hadn't she agreed to call somebody else Daddy in the past? It was all so blurry. Despite her tall heels, Darius towered over Annabelle and his presence was intimidating. He reached around and grabbed a handful of her partially exposed ass. Annabelle let out a surprised yelp but did nothing to stop him.

He roughly massaged her rear while he spoke down to her, "You'll be meeting an important client today. If you treat him like a good girl you'll get to stay with me as your Daddy, and i'll always take care of you. You'd like that wouldn't you, Ho?"

Annabelle's chest jiggled slightly as his rough kneading continued. She started feeling a stirring in her pussy as she responded with her breathy, high pitch, "I w-would love that, Daddy."

Darius smiled and gave her butt a hard smack which lurched her forwards slightly, threatening to displace her little triangle top. He saw that Annabelle was trying to keep herself stable so he reached out and aggressively pulled her top down with a grin. Before she could respond, he slapped her ass hard a second time. She reached up and cupped her giant, augmented tits with her delicate little hand and gasped as she nearly fell forward. She was hit with a flash as Darius took her picture.

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She rubbed her stinging eyes. Darius was looking down at his phone as he muttered with a smile, "He's gonna bust the speed limit when I send him this..."

When Darius was finished, he grabbed Annabelle's arm. She didn't even try to resist, she was totally powerless against Darius. He turned the bar code tattoo towards her and commanded, "When he shows up, present him this tattoo so he knows you belong to me, you dig? It's $400 for a blow, $700 for a ride and $1000 for a dirty ride."

Darius's strong grip on her thin little wrist was beginning to hurt as Annabelle winced and nodded. He released her and turned towards his car. As he was preparing to get in, he turned back and added, "Put your top back on and be a good girl. Don't forget, Bella, just do what he says."

Annabelle looked down and realized her top was still pooled below her breasts. She quickly pulled it up and returned the triangles to their rightful place. Darius got into the vehicle, being sure to carefully enter to keep his hat protected, and pulled away with a rev of the engine and squeal of the wheels. Annabelle was left with a stinging ass cheek and red hand marks on her wrist. She lit up another cigarette and rubbed her big belly before leaning back on the pole and waiting. It was strange, she had memories of numerous nights just like this one, waiting for a John on some random street corner and doing whatever he wanted her to. But she couldn't shake a nervous feeling in her stomach, like it was her first time turning tricks in the ghetto.

When her cigarette was nearly extinguished, a black Lexus pulled next to the curb. Annabelle flicked her cigarette and struck a sexy pose, jutting her wide hips to the side and pushing out her breasts. She flicked her hair and placed her hand on her hip. The darkly tinted window rolled down and a dark hand beckoned her. Annabelle slowly waddled her way over, trying to put emphasis on her hip sway but failing miserably. She wanted to make this guy happy for Daddy, if only to save herself from punishment.

She leaned into the window, letting her tits sway beneath her. She tried lowering her high pitched voice to sound slightly more seductive as she chirped, "You lookin' for a date, honey?" She turned her wrist and showed the man her bar code tattoo, displaying herself as merchandise for sale.

The man was a clean shaven, bald black man in his forties. He had a prominent nose and strong jawline. His eyes were intense as he examined her outstretched tattoo.

"How much?" The man's voice was incredibly cold, it sent a chill up her spine.

Annabelle responded as sensually as possible while thrusting her tits forward, making them bounce, "I'll give your cock a nice wet kiss for $400. $700 will give you through the front door and $1000 will get you into the VIP only area. Anything else and you can negotiate with Daddy when we done. "

The doors unlocked and the man commanded, "Get in."

Annabelle was slightly taken aback by his cold command but she waddled her way to the passenger side and shuffled in, closing the door behind her. The car sped off as Annabelle collected her hair, making sure it rested properly on the seat. She would have normally crossed her legs, but the pregnancy made it nearly impossible so she sat with her legs open. Her skirt rode up her legs leaving her smooth vagina bare and exposed. She folded her arms beneath her tits and atop her belly, waiting nervously for the pair to arrive wherever they were going.

Annabelle didn't dare make the first comment as they sat in awkward silence. Finally, the man issued another command, "Play with yourself."

Annabelle traced her bar coded wrist down her wide, flared hips, then to her fat thighs. She splayed her legs wider while her little hand snaked its way to her moist crack which radiated a damp heat. She could smell her increasingly wet, feminine arousal mixing with her naturally alluring pheromones. She began swirling her hand around her clit while the other hand lightly squeezed her pierced nipples. She could feel the man sneaking glances at her based on the jerkiness of his driving.

As she started losing herself in masturbation, the car stopped. She looked up to see the neon of a cheap motel.

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The man shut the car off and exited. Annabelle slipped her hand out and struggled out of the seat. She left a glistening snail trail from her snatch on the dark leather. She stood and followed the man in a lustful trance. He unlocked and stepped into a room. As she waddled, an older white man turned from around a corner, walking in Annabelle's direction. He looked up and stopped when he saw her. His ugly face was filled with lust and a creepy grin as he undressed her with his eyes.

Annabelle smiled coyly and pulled up her skirt, showing the stranger her dripping cunt before pulling it back down and shuffling into the room. She added a bit more sway to her step as she did, knowing the man was staring at her nearly bare ass. She loved the attention.

"Holy sh-" The man excitedly began before being cut off by the slamming door.

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The room was about what she expected. There wasn't a refrigerator, microwave, closet or even a TV. Just a large, dirty bed and a few tables. The room was obviously meant for only one thing.

"So, what do you want me doin', baby?" Annabelle cooed. She was itching with arousal and desperately wanted his cock shoved somewhere.

The John stared at her before sitting down on the bed. "Tell me what you are and why we're here first."

Annabelle furrowed her brow and her sensual tone was replaced with confusion, "Uhm...I'm Annabelle and we're here to have a fun time?"

He unbuttoned his shirt and stared coldly at her before speaking again, "No, I mean, what are you and why are we here?"

Annabelle narrowly avoided rolling her eyes. This was going to be one of 'those' Johns. She had experience with this kind of client before. A guy who really wanted the 'prostitute' experience.

Her sensual voice returned as she innocently mused, "I'm your little ho' for the night, and we here so you can fuck me for cash."

The man smiled, his voice warmed up and he pulled his shirt completely off, exposing his slightly pudgy torso, "Then get over here and get some, little ho'"

Annabelle kept her eyes half lidded and couldn't help smiling with her crooked teeth. She stepped forward and approached the seated man. She grabbed him around the neck and pulled towards him. Their lips met in a deep, sloppy kiss. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her on top of him. Annabelle giggled as she sat on the laying John and dipped down to continue their make out. Her arousal was steadily building as he forced his tongue deep into her mouth and bit her painted lower lip. The man reached around and easily ripped Annabelle's shirt from behind, tossing it aside. She was grinding her hips and drooling pussy against his stiff cock still trapped in his pants. Her hair was pooling on the bed which the man grabbed and used to force Annabelle around. He grabbed her head and roughly pulled her in, their kissing becoming very passionate as Annabelle began losing herself in arousal.

He flipped her tiny skirt up and pulled at his belt. With the skirt out of the way, her fishnet covered legs and garter belt framing her hairless pussy beautifully. Annabelle looked down with excitement, seeing a sticky wet spot on his pants where her snatch was grinding on him. He pulled his trousers down and his medium sized black dick sprang out and pointed straight up. She moved to the side to allow him access to his member as he fumbled with a condom and began rolling it on. Annabelle twisted her nipples as she watched him. She wasn't surprised the man decided to use a condom considering the circumstances, she was a prostitute after all.

When the condom was on, he grabbed Annabelle and moved her back onto his lap. Now that both their respective genitals were revealed, warmed up, and dangerously close to one another; he reached down and pointed his penis straight up. Annabelle hoisted herself up and positioned her vagina just above his stiff rod. She guided it into her feminine folds until just the rubber tip was in. She teased him slightly, barely bobbing, sliding only his head in. He chuckled as his breathing intensified. She dropped herself down, impaling herself fully on his dark cock with no resistance whatsoever. He rubbed his hands along her pregnant belly as she pumped herself up and down. She fully enveloped him all the way to the hilt, feeling his pubic hair tickling her asshole. A soft *Squelch* sloshed out with each stroke. He enjoyed the show as she worked. Her tits and hair flopping in time with her earrings. He moaned and placed his hands on Annabelle's wide hips, squeezing them. She bucked her hips and expertly milked his six inch cock. She was a little disappointed at his size and didn't get the "full" feeling she craved. She did, however, fake several sighs and gasps as she fucked him. She was a professional, after all. At one point, he slapped her ass a few times which she enjoyed, but overall, she rode him without much chance for an orgasm herself.

When Annabelle was caked with sweat and panting heavily, the man lifted her off and threw her onto the bed. He stood and pulled her up to her feet until they were standing next to each other. She looked up at him innocently but with a devious little smile. He pushed her down to the ground so she was on her knees, her face next to his condom covered dick. He slipped the condom off and started jacking himself off.

Annabelle tilted her head back and sighed out, "Cover your little ho'. Paint me with cum and make me yours!" She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and waited.

The man furiously pumped and stared down at Annabelle who was waiting patiently, her innocent, makeup covered face directly in front of his dick. He grunted as his cock began sputtering. Line after line of hot, sticky semen coated her face as the man finished. It got everywhere, her hair, her eyes, her mouth. It dripped down her chin onto her hanging tits and belly. He must have gone a while without orgasm, he had a lot of pent up cum! When he was done, he squeezed out one last drop onto her tongue and wiped his glistening member in her hair. She was happy the John finished but couldn't help but be disappointed in her own sexual frustration. She sat on her bubble butt and licked around her lips as the man dressed himself. She didn't dare pleasure herself with the client still in the room.

"Now what?" The man asked.

"Now you pay me $700 dollars, honey, as we agreed." Annabelle replied, trying to wipe the semen out of her hair with little success.

He opened his wallet and pulled out a roll of bills. He held them out. Annabelle struggled to her feet, a few drops of cum slipping from her face as she grabbed the cash.

The second her hand closed on the money, the man grabbed her roughly and spun her around. He calmly stated, "Sheriff's Department, you're under arrest for prostitution." She heard a click as handcuffs were secured around her wrists.

"W-what?" Annabelle asked with confusion.

The man flipped his wallet open and showed a shining silver badge.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Annabelle asked with a groan, "I let you fuck me, are you serious?"

"What's your name?" He asked politely.

The deputy began "searching" her which mainly consisted of him feeling her up and sticking his fingers inside her. Annabelle hesitated at his question. She hated cops but Darius said to do what he said. But...there was no way Darius knew he was a cop, right? The deputy pushed Annabelle towards the door. He opened it and led her to the parking lot. There was a handful of squad cars and several officers waiting. All eyes were on Annabelle.

"What's you name?" The undercover deputy repeated calmly.

Annabelle was led out in a daze, everything was happening so quickly. One second she was working and the next she was being led out in handcuffs. Her top was still somewhere in the motel which left her tits hanging out. Her skirt was still flipped up and her juices were still dripping, especially because she had an audience now. Her glistening face continued to drip as she thought about answering the question.

"What's your name? Last chance." He stated, still very calm.

"Annabelle...S-slut...." She whispered to him.

She was led to a marked patrol vehicle and given over to a female deputy who looked at her with disgust. The woman had brown hair in a tight bun and a full uniform on. The undercover Deputy explained to the female that Annabelle was under arrest for prostitution, he also relayed her name. Annabelle watched as the man walked away and met with a group of male cops, giving out numerous high fives. He began talking to them. Though Annabelle couldn't hear them, she knew he was telling them about the sex.

"You have any weapons or drugs on you?" The female deputy asked coldly.

"N-no ma'am." Annabelle weakly replied.

The female deputy spoke into her radio, "Annabelle Slut. White female. Approximately twenty years of age."

The two women stood in silence for a few minutes. Annabelle's nakedness and cum plastered face in stark contrast to the respectable police woman. Annabelle looked around, most of the police on scene were staring at her lustfully. It made her feel good, actually. She could smell her own sexual juices mixed with the masculine stench of semen in addition to her pheromones. It was an intoxicating aroma.

A voice from the radio started, it was somewhat difficult to understand, "Annabelle Slut has one misdemeanor and one felony warrant from our jurisdiction. The misdemeanor for prostitution and the felony for breaking and entering with intent."

"Clear on that dispatch, show me in route to the jail with one female. Please advise the jail that the female is heavily pregnant and needs a cleanup."

The deputy opened the back door to her squad car and put a towel onto the seat. She beckoned for Annabelle to sit. Annabelle struggled to sit without the use of her hands so the deputy assisted her after donning a pair of rubber gloves. After she was belted in, the deputy shut the door behind Annabelle and entered the driver's seat. The car began to move. As they drove, the scene began to collapse. Annabelle let out a sigh of relief, hopefully she wouldn't be back here anytime soon.

*****

Annabelle appeared in a courtroom. She was at the tiny defense desk which sat in front of the Judge's bench. She looked around the room. There were several people in the audience. The prosecutor's desk was empty. The Judge stared at Annabelle. He was an old gentleman with light gray hair and a black robe.

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Annabelle looked down and saw she wore an orange bikini with black trim. She also wore an orange thong that hardly covered anything. The bikini top had a number on it. Was this...a prison uniform? On her feet were orange stiletto heels. Nobody seemed to care that she was essentially in skimpy beach wear in the middle of the court room. She touched her giant belly. It was much bigger! How many weeks had elapsed since she was arrested? She felt a soft kick on her hand as she rubbed along her pierced, outie belly button. How many more weeks until she was a mother? The thought was exciting and made her forget the situation for a few seconds. She sighed, at least her face was clear of semen and her hair seemed cleaner than usual.

The large wooden doors to the courtroom opened and several men in suits stepped in. Annabelle peered over her shoulder and saw one of the men was Darius! She wanted to shout to him but stayed quiet. He didn't even look at her as he stepped into the courtroom. He had on his large white suit but his hat was gone. He passed the bar and walked to...the prosecution side? What was happening?

A nervous looking man in a cheap, plum colored suit bent down and whispered to Annabelle, "I got you a good deal. Agree to it and your problems go away. Couldn't believe they offered it to be honest."

"O-okay."

Once everybody took their seat, the Judge began to speak. His voice was dusty and weak, "In the case of People vs. Slut I understand a guilty plea will be put forward?"

The judge looked directly at Annabelle who gulped. "Uh, yeah I think so."

"I need a yes or no, Ms. Slut."

"Yes." Annabelle stated. Her voice was its normal high pitch but shaky and fearful.

The Judge cleared his throat before his croaky voice stated, "Let the record show that the defendant has answered in the affirmative to accept the terms of the guilty plea. The sentence will be as follows: Ms. Slut will be placed under the direct control of a Mr. Darius Black. As a friend of the court, Mr. Black will maintain control of Ms. Slut's medical, financial and life decisions including but not limited to; occupation, sexual partners, marriages, spending habits, diet, location and lifestyle choices. Ms. Slut will no longer be listed as a person as recognized by this or any other state, instead as a human commodity owned fully by Mr. Black. Her rights are, as of this judgement, null and void. Her documentation past, present and future will be altered to reflect her status as an object. She may not own, rent or purchase any property exceeding a value of $.01 without the prior approval of Mr. Black who will maintain any and all rights to the above listed property."

Annabelle furrowed her brow, She couldn't follow most of what the Judge was saying.

The Judge cleared his throat again, "Mr. Black has made a requests which this court has elected to grant. Ms. Slut will be fitted with a metal collar complete with GPS chip so Mr. Black will maintain knowledge of her whereabouts at all times. Mr. Black has informed the court that he will continue selling Ms. Slut as a sexual commodity. Because this and every other court now considers Ms. Slut as property, it is no longer considered prostitution. As the defendant has agreed, it is so ordered."

The Judge banged his gavel and Annabelle immediately felt a tightness around her neck and a silver, metal collar appeared.

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She pulled at it, realizing the lock was the only way to remove it. She tugged at the lock to no avail. Daddy stared at her across the room, key in hand. The collar rested tightly against her smooth neck. A metal ring dangled in the front of the collar.

"Congratulations!" The plum suited man jubilantly cheered to Annabelle.

She ignored him.

"Come here." Daddy called her from the prosecutors desk.

Annabelle stepped to her feet, feeling the increased weight of her belly. She slowly waddled towards her master. Her skimpy orange thong dug deep into her fat labia while her breasts started to leak. She knew the whole room was staring at her. She approached Daddy who had a stern expression. He turned and received something from a suited man who approached him. Annabelle waited silently. When Daddy turned back around, he presented her with an photo identification. It read, ANNABELLE SLUT - SENTIENT PROPERTY (SP) OWNER: DARIUS BLACK. A photograph of her was on the card as well. It was the photo Daddy took on the sidewalk. She stared at the photo which was captured when she wasn't expecting it. She looked surprised, scared and vapid. Her bare breasts were supported by her delicate little hands which had long nails. Her puffy lips and heavily made up face were framed by messy, long blonde hair. The only difference was in the picture she now wore the metal collar that was currently digging into her neck. She stared. The woman in the picture looked like the type of woman who would voluntarily enslave herself, or be easily tricked into it. Her thoughts were broken by Daddy who snatched the card out of her hands.

As the scene collapsed, Annabelle looked down at the bar code on her arm. She really was Daddy's property now. She pulled out a cigarette and lit it, savoring the sweet taste.

[b]NAME:[/b] Annabelle Slut

[b]HEIGHT:[/b] 5"0

[b]WEIGHT:[/b] 133 LBS

[b]AGE:[/b] 21

[b]IQ:[/b] 72. Basic arithmatic and reading are somewhat difficult.

[b]POWERUPS:[/b] 0

[b]SEX / PHYSIOLOGY:[/b] Biologically female with XX chromosomes and fully female genitalia. Body produces above average levels of female hormones. Unusually fertile. Strong pheromones attracting men and giving her a sweet scent.

[b]PREGNANCY:[/b] Third trimester. Thirty weeks along. Huge baby bump. Carrying twin girls. Outie belly button.

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[b]HAIR:[/b] Long, cheap, brittle and faded looking flax blonde dye job with dark roots showing through. Messy and hanging loosely down the back. Goes almost down to the waist.

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[b]VOICE:[/b] Super high-pitched, seductive and breathy. Very simple vocabulary. "Ghetto" accent. No gag reflex whatsoever.

[b]FACIAL HAIR:[/b] None. Smooth and unable to grow hair of any kind.

[b]EYES:[/b] Large doe eyed deep-ocean blue, nervous gaze, long, fake eyelashes and thick dark eyeliner. Smokey, dark blue eye shadow causing the eyes to look constantly half lidded.

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[b]FACIAL FEATURES:[/b] Rounded jaw with thin chin; high rounded cheekbones; small feminine ears; delicate, slightly upturned nose; weak, non-imposing brow; thin, highly angled eyebrows; thin smooth neck; incredibly thick, shiny, bee-stung lips that can hardly close; smooth, weak, flat forehead; layered pink blush covering cheeks and accenting their feminine shape; average looking, yellow stained smile, slightly crooked with a gap between the two front teeth; permanent makeup.

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[b]BUILD:[/b] Hairless and small feminine torso; thin, hairless arms and legs with virtually no muscle; huge breasts and cartoonishly weak shoulders ; Fat jiggling ass that sticks our provocatively; Wide, flared out, feminine birthing hips; tiny tight stomach cinched in sexily; thick milky thighs that rub together with each step.

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[b]CHEST:[/b] Huge Fake looking H cup breasts. Unnaturally gravity defying and circular. Thick and veinous, pierced, dark pink feminine nipples. Over-active mammary glands. Visible surgical scars.

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[b]EXTREMITIES:[/b] Thin, delicate, soft hands with long pink, sparkly nails extending over an inch past the finger; Smooth, hairless, delicate, women's size 5 feet with slightly shiny, clear-pink painted, longer nails. Reformed feet, requiring a minimum of 5 inch high heels.

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[b]GENITALS:[/b] Wide, deep, hairless, puffy, used vagina which can accommodate even the most well endowed.

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[b]TATTOOS:[/b] Black spade with a "Q" on the inside tattooed just above the vagina. Flowery black tramp stamp in a pseudo arrow pointing towards her ass with the word SLUT in bold letters just above it. The word SLAVE is tattooed in black on the back of her right shoulder. A bar code tattooed on her wrist.

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[b]PIERCINGS:[/b] Medium sized golden hoops in earlobes and a silver stud just above the belly button. Silver stud clit piercing. Silver nipple studs which keep the nipples constantly erect. Barbell stud in tongue.

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[b]OUTFIT:[/b] Skimpy orange bikini top with black trim. Prison number in bold letters across her left breast. Thin orange thong and tall orange stilettos. Silver metal collar tightly cinched around the neck with a secured lock. A ring dangles in front of it.

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[b]SEXUAL PREFERENCE:[/b] Is attracted exclusively to men. Will only be submissive in sexual encounters. Specifically attracted to black men. Very high libido. Enjoys having cum on and in her body and being humiliated sexually and verbally. Likes being locked in light bondage. Loves vaginal and anal sex. Prefers big penises and doesn't get much sexually out of anything less than six or seven inches. Enjoys exhibitionism and public sex. A bit of a masochist, likes being spanked.

[b]PERSONALITY:[/b] Submissive, follower, un-willing to take chances, Weak-willed, Lazy especially when it comes to household chores, prefers living in squalor, Is annoyed easily. Often considered 'Bitchy'. Doesn't care much for the rule of law. Has an extensive criminal history including drug, theft and prostitution charges. Has difficulty trusting others and often displays obsessive jealousy in relationships. Not very smart, has trouble learning. Doesn't know how to drive and is afraid to get behind the wheel. Acts like a stereotypical girly-girl including standing, sitting, walking, speaking, writing and holding things. Loves having long nails, is very protective of them. Addicted to sex and is overtly promiscuous with almost every man encountered especially if she hasn't done it in awhile. Has no issue with cheating on somebody in a relationship as long as she doesn't get caught. Incapable of wearing underwear, feels compelled to let others know, generally by showing them. Refuses to wear any clothing not considered slutty or sexy.

[b]ADDICTIONS:[/b] Smoking and sex

[b]FAVORITE COLOR:[/b] bright pink.

[b]FINANCIAL / LIFE SITUATION:[/b] Has a negative bank balance and heavy debt. Terrible credit with no prospects or knowledge of the financial world. Difficulty with basic arithmatic. Owned completely and in every way by Darius Black. Legally unable to make any of her own decisions and considered property by all legal and governmental systems. Cannot own or buy anything without pre approval by Darius.

[b]EXPERTISE:[/b] Vaginal sex, Nascar driver's car numbers, taking care of small children, celebrity gossip, effective strategies to sell the body for sex, Sucking dick, seducing, dirty talk