Round 48

[b]*Round Forty Eight*[/b]

Anna appeared in the empty seating at the arena. The sun was setting in the distance and Anna looked around at the quiet benches. It was eerie and calming at the same time. Trash, debris and refuse of all kinds covered the benches and floors. By almost any standard it would have been disgusting, but Anna didn't really mind. She looked around nonchalantly at the mess and shrugged her shoulders.

Her clothing had changed again. Around her neck was a bright red ribbon like band. It caught the eye and flattened against her smooth neck. Connected to it was a silken red top that clung tightly to her front and hips, revealing her wide figure. The top ended at about her mid thigh, just high enough to keep her genitals hidden - so long as she didn't bend over. Her back was completely bare. But the real kicker to the bright red outfit was the holes cut into the front of it. Holes just big enough for her fat tits to protrude out of. The top encircled them perfectly, in effect actually squeezing them a bit making them pop out even more. She was totally on display. She took a second to shake them a bit, they flopped and jiggled with just the slightest movement. Her long dyed hair was un-restrained and flowed down her back. She teetered on six inch red heels that actually fit her feet well.

Anna glanced at her exposed back and saw a new tattoo nestled there. It was black and positioned just above her ass. It was a flowery, wide "V" shape that pointed almost like an arrow towards her butt and flared up towards her hips. Attached to, and directly above, the flowery tramp stamp was, in bold letters, the word "SLUT". Additionally, the familiar smell of stale jizz hit her nose. This time, the very front of her outfit, just below her pendulous breasts, was a trail of drying cum. To any evaluating party it would appear that somebody was fucking her missionary and pulled out just before the finale.

Anna thought about wiping it off, but S.A.M. appeared and took her attention.

"Please welcome Avery London, formerly Avery Miller."

A transparent image of Avery appeared in front of Anna. She looked clean and confident. She wore a stylish, conservative dress that tantalized without giving everything away. Her beautiful silky hair fell down her shoulders and she was adorned with tasteful jewelry. She wore a wide smile as she dragged heavily on a cigarette.

She spoke with a calm, collected and pleasant tone, "Hello, Anna. I hope you remember me."

Anna averted her gaze, rubbing one hand down her cheap hair, attempting to tame it, while the other covered her thick, veiny nipples. She responded shyly, "Y-yes ma'am I remember..."

Avery continued, "It's been a...productive few months for me." She paused and stared intently at Anna, like a mother would a child, "We've had mutually beneficial trades, right. You're happier like this aren't you." She was telling, not asking.

Anna felt afraid to disagree with Avery as she responded, still staring at the floor, "Yes I'm...happier now."

Avery's smile grew even wider as she gave a slight chuckle, "You didn't need all those intelligent thoughts in your head did you? And I even gave you a nice healthy libido to boot! Such a lucky girl you are."

Anna stayed silent and an awkward moment passed. Avery took a few drags on her cigarette, smoke silently billowing from her mouth.

"I think you should thank me." Avery's voice was more harsh and serious.

Anna held out for a few seconds but could feel the pressure and intimidation emanating from Avery.

"Tha-thank you Miss Miller..." Anna's voice was a pitiful mutter.

Avery quickly responded harshly, "It's Mrs. London now, actually, Dear. And what exactly are you thanking me for?"

Anna slumped her shoulders and dropped her arms, exposing her breasts again. She thought for a bit about the swaps Avery had given her. "..For my beautiful hair and my lib-a-doe and how you showed me how handsome my future husband is."

"Ah, yes. I had almost forgotten about the wedding. Congratulations to you. Terribly sorry I haven't had a chance to say that to you yet. I received my invitation and will be attending. I'm excited to see you in person. That's coming up very soon isn't it?"

Anna looked down at her left hand, seeing her gaudy engagement ring had appeared once again. She whispered, "Yeah, I guess it is."

"And what a beautiful bride you'll be." Avery looked Anna up and down with an amused expression. "Maybe we should try be a bit more classy for your special day, hm?"

Anna felt her cheeks flush as her arm returned to covering her nipples. A familiar dampness began to set between her thin thighs.

"It looks like somebody already had a bit of fun all over your dress there." Avery motioned to Anna's stain. "Don't worry, I won't tell Anthony." She smiled and winked at Anna whose shoulders slumped even further. Avery released a huge puff of smoke as she added, "Besides, us girls have to have fun while we can, right?"

Anna hesitated before muttering, "It's not like that..." She pushed her thighs together tightly, hearing a squish as her sticky come started to leak down her leg. The aroma of female arousal was palpable.

"Well whatever the case, i'll keep it between you and me. Anyway, today i'm offering you the option to accept a swap and receive a powerup; or you can clean the entire stadium by hand. Your choice." Avery lit a new cigarette and took a puff as she finished speaking.

Without a moments hesitation Anna blurted out, "I ain't cleaning this shit."

"Good choice, Miss Johannson!"

Avery stared blankly for a few seconds before coming back to reality. She dropped her cigarette on the floor and took a deep breath.

Anna felt nauseous for a second but it quickly passed. She felt anxious about something. Something was missing. She looked down and noticed a pink pack of cigarettes and a cheap bic lighter. She opened the pack labelled Camel No. 9 and slid one out. She looked at the little pink camel on the tube in between her thin index finer and middle finger. She brought the tube to her thick, painted lips and lit it. As the smoke entered her mouth the anxious feeling evaporated and she felt at ease. Anna continued to puff off the cigarette as she looked down at the package. It was full again! This was no ordinary cigarette pack.

Anna felt the rush of nicotine in her system as Avery watched with excitement. "Anna, do you mind if we swap a little bit more? I don't mean to press but you've got that rare spark of innovation that I need. I'll be sure to compensate you with something...much more valuable to you!"

Anna was hardly listening as she took long drags. "Yeah, sure, whatever."

Avery stared blankly yet again before the transmission ended.

Anna felt a tingle in her brain as her unique ability to problem solve was stripped away. She didn't feel that anything was different and shrugged, maybe it didn't work. At least she had a powerup.

S.A.M. was awkwardly waiting for his turn to speak before he realized he was no longer required. He gave a little bow and disappeared.

The arena dissolved and Anna was left in the void, blowing smoke into nothingness.

NAME: Anna Laura JOHANNSON

HEIGHT: 5"0

WEIGHT: 106 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. Hangs loosely on the shoulders and down the back.

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: Rounded jaw with thin chin, high rounded cheekbones, 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: Thin, delicate, soft hands with red painted 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, hairless, puffy vagina which can accommodate even the most well endowed.

TATTOOS: 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.

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

OUTFIT: A silken, red, backless top which hugs the body tightly going down to just above mid thigh. The top is connected to a red ribbon wrapped around the neck. Two holes are cut into the top allowing the breasts to pop free. No underwear or support of any kind. Red six inch heels that fit well. A trail of cum rises from the crotch area up to the breasts. A cheap diamond engagement ring on the left ring finger.

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. Likes being locked in light bondage.

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, 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.

ADDICTIONS: Smoking

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