Round 38
[b]*Round Thirty Eight*[/b]
Anya suddenly found herself sitting on a tattered, rotten couch. She looked around and recognized Mr. Johnson's home. Her previous efforts to clean the place no longer showed as the piles of filth had appeared yet again. She looked down at herself and noticed her clothing had changed. She had on a belly baring pink crop top. She was not wearing a bra and her large breasts sagged proudly on her chest. Her nipples were clearly visible in the thin pink strip of cloth. Her naval piercing stuck out on her thin stomach while her cleavage was deep. She wore a tight pair of light gray yoga pants. They hugged her wide hips and dug deeply into her vagina, a hungry cameltoe was prominently displayed. Her long blond hair hung loosely and she wore black flats.
She ran her painted nails through her silky blond hair as she peered around the room, her eyes coming to rest on Mr. Johnson who was staring at her from a stained, green leather chair. His stare was intense, and he appeared to be almost plotting. he wore a faded pair of jeans and a stained wife beater.
He slowly shook his head up and down approvingly as he spoke, "You looking fine, baby girl. Love them fat titties." His voice boomed, filling the tiny room.
"Thanks...Daddy..." Anya muttered as a response. She didn't believe the words but felt like she had to say them.
A warm smile appeared as he leaned back in his chair which creaked loudly. He let out a comfortable sigh and softly began, "That's a good girl. Now today you'll be showing me how fine and bad you-"
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
Mr. Johnson was interrupted by a forceful banging on the front door. He stopped talking and his eye grew wide as he froze in place. The silence was absolutely deafening as the pair stared at each other.
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
Three knocks sounded through the house yet again.
A powerful male voice yelled through the door and down the hallway, "Police, come to the door!"
Mr. Johnson began to whisper as he ran to the corner of the room and got close to the wall, "Shit, they testing you, seeing where you at. This shit is happening too quick!" Mr. Johnson shook his head and paused before continuing, "They after me, I got warrants. Tell 'em I ain't here. If they ask you, just tell 'em you don't know where I went and haven't heard from me in awhile."
Anya felt butterflies in her stomach as she stood up from the tattered couch and moved towards the door. She looked out the sliding glass door in the kitchen and noticed the mountain of trash bags from her cleanup attempt. They had begun to rot, covering the entire back deck. She entered the dark hallway, dodging piles of dirty clothes as she made her way to the door.
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* "Police open up!"
This was her chance, she could show everybody she was not this guys bitch. She was her own woman. Time to tell the truth. Anya turned the handle and slowly opened the door. The officer gave her a bright smile as he spoke warmly, "Good afternoon, ma'am. My name is Deputy Chris. What's your name?"
He wore a black uniform with 'Johnsonville County' on the arm patches. He had the standard gun belt and looked to be in decent physical shape. He had a thin mustache and sunglasses on top of his head. His introduction was very friendly.
Anya kept herself partially obscured by the door as she answered in her masculine voice, "I'm An-Ava."
"Alright Ms. Anava, could you spell that for me? What's your last name?" The deputy pulled out a little blue notebook and pen as he waited for her answer.
"Look, I don't mean to be disrespectful to you, sir, but what do you want?" Anya, for some reason, did not want to tell this officer her name.
"Anava do you live here? Do you happen to know an Anthony Johnson?" He quickly replied, his tone still friendly.
"Yeah I heard o' him. Ain't seen him in awhile, though."
"Are you here alone today Ms...?"
"Anava, that's all you need to know." Anya started to feel angry and anxious. She wanted this cop gone. "If you ain't got no warrant you can get on out of here."
The cops voice had lost a bit of its warmth as he responded, "Who said anything about a warrant, i'm just looking to talk to Anthony today. Who was that other voice I heard in there a few minutes ago?"
Every fiber of Anya's being wanted to scream 'He's in here!' and let the cop storm in and take Mr. Johnson to jail. But something about cooperating with the police made her feel sick to her stomach. "You're probably just hearing things." Anya wet her thick lips as she added, "Now get the fuck off my porch if you ain't got no warrant."
The officer shook his head as he spoke, "We both know he's in there. I'm concerned about you, young lady. He's about double your age and big trouble. He's led quite a few young ladies like yourself to a life of drugs and crime. I don't want to see that happen to you." He appeared to have genuine concern on his face.
Anya thought for a second before responding, "I can take care of myself, sir, and he ain't here."
The deputy nodded his head as he returned his shades to his eyes. "If you see him, please give us a call." He then promptly disappeared.
Anya closed the door and turned around to head back to the living room. Mr. Johnson was standing right behind her. She nearly ran into him and jumped a little as his huge form surprised her in the dark hallway. He was looking down at her. His hulking size made her feel tiny as she waited for his next move, like prey at the mercy of a predator. His rippling, black muscles were on display and it made Anya feel a little weak at the knees. He reached out and scooped her up, pulling her into a big hug.
He lifted Anya off the ground, beamed her a big smile, and gave her a big wet kiss as he whispered, "Thank you, Anya, I love you baby."
Anya didn't know how to respond so she muttered out, "You too...Anthony."
Anthony held her for a few more seconds before slowly dropping her back to the ground. He continued to smile at her before clearing his throat and collecting himself. "Aight, Ho. You proved you one of my own. But you ain't perfect fo' me yet. You want to be perfect for yo' Daddy, right?"
Anya couldn't meet his gaze as she responded with a whisper, "I...I guess so, Daddy."
"Doc you hearing this?" Anthony stated loudly.
"Loud and clear Anthony!" Doctor Grungot's voice was cheery as he responded.
One of Anya's most loathed guests appeared, Avery Miller. She held her usual cigarette but looked different from usual. Her clothing looked cleaner and more expensive. She looked much better put together and posh.
She exhaled her smoke as she spoke, her raspy voice was familiar to Anya by now. "Good afternoon, Doctor, what can I do for you?"
"How has everything been going for you Ms. Miller? Still frustrated with job opportunities?"
"Well, Doctor, my circumstance has been looking up lately. I've acquired better hygiene, wiped my criminal record and i'm smart enough to handle white collar work. Can't complain, always a pleasure to see you; feel free to continue improving my life."
Anthony interjected, "My Anya is a good girl. I 'preciate that she is into guys now. But I want her to WANT it you know? Avery I know you a nasty 'ho. I bet it makes workin' at yo' fancy white collar job much harder thinking about dick all the time....'specially the dark meat. I want Avery to trade her insane libido and preference for black cock to my sweet Anya."
Anya's vision became cloudy for a few seconds and she felt her legs giving out before her senses quickly returned. Her eyes quickly found Anthony who was posing in the dark, cluttered hallway. Anya's breathing started to intensify and she felt herself instantly becoming wet. Anthony's powerful, black body was ready to overpower her. He would hold her down and expose her vulnerable, sopping pussy and ravage her all night long. She found herself caught in a daydream remembering Anthony's long, thick cock sputtering in her mouth. What she wouldn't give to have that again. She had begun to rub her thick vulva through her tight gray yoga pants. There was a wet spot forming from her increasingly soaked vagina. Anthony was reveling in the obvious power he had over her as he continued to flex and pose.
As the scene collapsed, Anya found herself feeling disappointed. It was a scary realization but it was how she truly felt.
She was soon left in the void.
NAME: Anya Laura JOHANNSON
HEIGHT: 5"4
WEIGHT: 133 LBS
AGE: 20
IQ: 89
SEX: Biologically female with XX chromosomes and fully female genitalia.
HAIR: Long, silky, bright blonde hair that goes to the mid back. Styled in a ponytail.
VOICE: Youthful, somewhat shy and quiet.
FACIAL HAIR: None. Smooth and unable to grow hair of any kind.
EYES: Large doe eyed deep-ocean blue, nervous gaze, long eyelashes and dark eyeliner.
FACIAL FEATURES: STRONG MANLY JAW, LARGE EARS, WIDE NOSE, HEAVY BROW, THICK NECK WITH PROMINENT ADAMS APPLE, Thick, red painted, protruding lips in a constant pout, WIDE FOREHEAD, pink blush covering cheeks.
BUILD: Hairless and small feminine torso; thin, hairless arms and legs with little muscle; huge breasts and weak shoulders ; FLAT BUT MUSCULAR ASS; Wide, flared out, feminine birthing hips; tiny tight stomach cinched in sexily.
CHEST: Huge F cup breasts, large and veinous feminine nipples.
EXTREMITIES: LARGE CALLOUSED HANDS WITH painted red nails; Smooth, hairless, delicate, women's size 5 feet with slightly shiny, red painted, longer nails.
GENITALS: Wide, deep, puffy vagina which can accommodate even the most well endowed.
TATTOOS: NONE
PIERCINGS: Medium sized golden hoops in earlobes and a silver stud just above the belly button. Silver stud clit piercing.
OUTFIT: A tight pink crop top which exposes deep cleavage and bares most of the stomach. A tight gray pair of yoga pants that hug every curve. Black flats.
SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Is attracted exclusively to men. Prefers to be submissive in sexual encounters. Specifically attracted to black men. Very high libido.
PERSONALITY: Submissive, self-conscious, follower, un-willing to take chances, Weak-willed, Lazy especially when it comes to household chores, Doesn't mind a mess or living in squalor, INNOVATIVE, Difficulty controlling emotions, very prone to fits of anger, mania or depression. 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.
FAVORITE COLOR: SOLID DARK BROWN
EXPERTISE: CONSTRUCTION, Nascar driver's car numbers, taking care of small children, celebrity gossip, effective strategies to sell the body for sex, Sucking dick
