Round 43

[b]*Round Forty Three*[/b]

Anna appeared in a stone room. The ceiling stretched about ten feet up. The room was circular, two large torches lit up the space. It wasn't very large and sparsely furnished. The few surfaces that there were covered with various bladed weapons. Ahead of her were two identical looking stone hallways. They were separated by a thick wall and paralleled each other for about 100 feet before ending in thick metal portcullises. Daylight shone through the gates, illuminating the hallways. The stone floor had a thin film of sand along it which gritted and grinded as she waved her golden heels along it.

Her clothing had changed yet again. Her toga was now a fine silk which hugged her skin and gave her an ethereal sheen. Her arms were now fully armored with gold encrusted leather. It extended to her cuirass which was now gold accented as well. The dark leather was of the highest quality and it tightly held her tiny frame in luxury. She had two gold metal bands on her wrists and a golden choker which rested just above her adams apple. She shifted it uncomfortably, clearly it wasn't meant for somebody with a lump there. Her cheap hair was in a tight bun with golden barrettes and clips holding it in place. Her dark leather skirt was of the highest quality leather and secured with golden plates. She also strutted on five inch golden heels. Her lower leg was armored with the same top-of-the-line leather. She gave off a pleasant feminine floral aroma and she appeared healthy and clean. Anna's outfit and appearance gave her a confidence she had not felt in awhile, she was determined to keep winning.

Liam appeared and Anna could instantly smell something rotten. Liam had a stench about him. His chain shirt was fully rusted, patchy and brittle looking. His leather belt was gone and his skirt had become a loincloth. His white toga had turned dark grey and displayed several holes. His feet were completely void of shoes. He had small patches of dirt on his skin and he exuded an aura of desperation. His long beard looked stiff and ratty.

Anna and Liam locked eyes. Anna felt herself start to look away but she did not. She met Liam's gaze and folded her arms across her compressed chest. Liam's feminine face suddenly grew a worried expression.

He spoke quickly in his high pitched tenor, "Look, Anderson, we don't have much time. There's something you need to know about round fifty. You have a choice during the we-"

S.A.M. appeared in his cute little roman helmet.

Liam's words turned to an angry growl as he examined himself. He met Anna's gaze and grew even angrier as she maintained eye contact.

Liam's voice sounded like venom as she spit, "You think you're high and mighty now? You win a few in a row and suddenly you can overcome who you are? Fancy clothes don't suddenly make you somebody else. When the tables turn i'll show you how low you really are."

Anna sighed, Melody had tried to tell her something important. Maybe she could get it out of her next round.

Liam started again, softer this time, "I've had some truly humiliating experiences these last few days thanks to Danielle." He broke the eye contact and stared into the floor as he whispered, "And my body liked it. My own goddamn body betrayed me." He paused again and closed his eyes. His voice was still a whisper, "I have to win."

S.A.M. waited for Liam to finish before starting, "Contestants must convince a guard to open the portcullis and let them enter the arena. Contestant may not attack the guard and the guard must be the one to open it."

Two Stans appeared wearing leg exposing togas and simple sandals. The walked into their respective hallways and stood near the gate.

"Begin."

Anna began to move into the left hallway. She saw Liam grab a weapon off the table and start towards his side. She thought about how she would go about completing the challenge. Obviously, sex was an option. But perhaps it wasn't the only way.

Anna confidently strode up to Stan who stood with his back against the wall. He lazily looked her up and down. His androgynous, bearded face analyzed her and he spoke in his androgynous lisp, "My lady."

Anna put on her most uppity, erudite expression as she spoke confidently, "I wish to enter the arena, open the door."

Stan squinted his eyes slightly and his face became visibly confused as he thought for a few seconds. He slowly responded, "Sorry my lady, women are not allowed to enter the arena."

Anna didn't let it phase her as she continued, "I am a high born lady, you are a commoner. I am ordering you to open this gate or else."

Stan grew angry as he responded, "Look, you may be a high born - but no woman will tell me what to do. I've been ordered to keep this gate closed to the poor and to women, so unless you've got a dick you'll just have to go topside and watch the matches from the crowd."

Anna sighed as she sauntered up close to Stan who watched her with a suspicious eye.

She licked her lips as she whispered, "Have you ever been sucked off by a rich lady?" Anna reached her hand under Stan's toga and found his stiffening cock. She slowly started rubbing her hand up and down it as she watched Stan who looked incredibly confused.

His eyes grew wide as he muttered a response, "I-I don't...I don't think we can..."

Anna put on a smile as she sunk to her knees and whispered, "Shh, I won't tell if you don't."

Anna's unprotected knees hit the sand and stone as her hands pushed Stan's toga out of the way exposing his five inch penis. He splayed his legs and rested against the wall as Anna began her work. Stan had a bushy mass of pubic hair which held a strong musky smell. It was intoxicating to her as she kissed his cock head. One hand firmly grasped Stan's member while the other snaked its way between her legs to her dampening pussy.

Anna's thick lips accepted his dick as she pushed her head down until his full length was in her throat. She slowly bobbed her head up and down, using her hand to lightly pinch up and down his length as she went. Stan released a pleasurable sigh as she continued. Anna sucked and swirled her tongue around the head before plunging back down to the hilt. Her hand worked her puffy vagina and pierced clit. A pool of her juices had formed on the ground as she had no underwear under her skirt. The smell of sex began to pervade the hallway.

As she began fondling Stan's low hanging balls and sucking his full length, she thought about the next step. Obviously, Liam had no sexual option on the other side so he would get turned away for being poor and since he couldn't attack Stan it would be impossible for him to win. Once Stan blew his load onto the ground, she would get him to open the gate to yet another victory.

Stan surprised her by grabbing her head and pulling the golden clips and barrettes out of her hair one by one. They fell to the floor and her cheap blonde hair fell free. Stan moaned as he grabbed Anna's head and pulled her quickly up and down on his shaft. His hips bucked in time. It was then that the sound of a nearby portcullis opening rang out. While being stuffed with cock, Anna looked over to see her portcullis still remained closed...but that meant...

Anna felt a tingle in her head as Stan continued to abuse her mouth. Stan's breaths came in quick bursts as he continued his rhythm. Anna pulled her head back, slipping his dick from her lips, a trail of saliva was connected them. This was the time where he Anna would move her head and he would cum on the floor. But Anna didn't move her head. Instead, she felt compelled to open her mouth and wait like a dog would for a treat. Anna's hand furiously worked her sopping cunt as Stan held her hair tightly in one hand and jacked himself off with the other.

"Cover me!" Anna screamed excitedly.

Stan's quivering penis was an inch or maybe two from Anna's face as he let out one final howl. His cum began to rope out one after the other. Anna remained stationary, held tight by Stan. She felt strangely elated as he continued to coat her face. It lasted for a few more seconds, absolutely caking her in sticky semen; before Stan squeezed one final drop onto Anna's glistening visage. Stan released her hair and started slowing his breathing as he closed his eyes and grew a contented smile.

Anna felt an incredible arousal build as she continued rubbing herself. Drops of semen fell to the floor, joining a growing pool of girl cum. She pictured herself in front of a crowd, covered head to toe in semen. Everybody was judging her as a dirty slut. She moaned as the image overwhelmed her. Midway through her moan, however, something changed. She felt like she had the worst frog in her throat. Her breaths came in quicker and quicker as she pushed to clear out whatever was blocking her breathing. When she finally broke it up and swallowed, she felt relief from her tight choker. She reached one hand up and felt the choker which rested on her smooth neck. Her Adam's apple was gone! Her neck was now smooth and thin. Her disconcerting discovery was broken by Stan who slapped his half chub onto her forehead. It made Anna forget about her smooth neck and focused back on her hungry cunt. Stan proceeded to slap his manhood over and over again into Anna's sticky face which only further heightened her arousal.

She bit into her painted, salty lower lip as she reached her climax. Anna felt an explosion of pleasure burst from her vagina and course through her pumping veins. Her legs and pussy began to quiver uncontrollably and she opened her mouth to release a loud, high pitched moan. As she did, however, Stan grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth down onto his mostly hard cock. She muffled a feminine moan around his dick as he pumped back and forth yet again. Anna's ecstasy lasted a few more seconds as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Stan released her head and she pulled away, panting heavily in the afterglow. Her hands had fallen limp to her sides and her eyes were closed. Stan's pubic hair had picked up droplets of semen from Anna's face as she deepthroated him so Stan grabbed her cheap blonde hair yet again and wiped himself off.

Anna remained on her knees for a few more seconds before slowly moving to stand up. Strands of hair were falling into her face and getting mixed into the spunk while other parts had begun to dry. Anna stumbled to the portcullis which was still closed. She looked into the light through the large holes in the metal door and saw Liam staring back at her. He had a giant smile on his face and started to laugh at her. His laugh was lower pitch than normal. He lifted his beard and rubbed his neck which had a prominent Adams apple.

An all too familiar masculine voice rang out of Liam's mouth, "Looks like the little girlie got exactly what she wanted. Admit it, you didn't care about winning, you just wanted cum all over your face." As Anna walked further into the light and it shone over her drying face Liam scoffed as he continued, "Such a contented little slut you are! You look like a rich whore and smell like a brothel. It's even in your trailer trash looking hair!"

Anna could still feel the seed dripping down her face and onto the leather armor. She could also feel the wetness dribbling down her legs.

"Let me hear it, come on skank - speak!" Liam demanded.

"S-shutup Liam, you got what you wanted..."

Anna's voice was high pitched and very much female. She closed her lips and waited for it to be over.

"You sound so pretty buttercup, and now you'll love being sticky like this -" Liam motioned to Anna, "-forever."

Anna let out a pout as the scene began to collapse. As it was, however, she noticed something crusty and white in Liam's beard. It made her a little happy, at least he had to work for it too.

NAME: Anna Laura JOHANNSON

HEIGHT: 5"4

WEIGHT: 133 LBS

AGE: 20

IQ: 89

SEX: Biologically female with XX chromosomes and fully female genitalia.

HAIR: Long, cheap looking flax blonde dye job with dark roots showing through. Pulled into a tight bun.

VOICE: High pitched, shy and soft.

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, Thin smooth neck, 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. Reformed feet, requiring a minimum of 5 inch high heels.

GENITALS: Wide, deep, puffy vagina which can accomadate even the most well endowed.

TATTOOS: Black spade with a "Q" on the inside tattoed just above the vagina.

PIERCINGS: Medium sized golden hoops in earlobes and a silver stud just above the belly button. Silver stud clit piercing.

OUTFIT: A flowy white, silk tunic which goes down to mid thigh overlayed with a dark leather gold accented cuirass ending at the shoulder and a leather skirt cut into strips, with bolted gold plates ending at the knee. Gold sandal style 5 inch heels. Gold accented leather upper arm and shin guards. Golden choker and golden wristbands. Golden hairclips and barrets in hair holding it in place.

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Is attracted exclusively to men. Prefers to 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.

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