Round 57

[b]*Round Fifty Seven*[/b]

Annabelle floated in the void. She routinely lit a cigarette and dragged of it, waiting for the next round.

In the swirling blackness appeared a familiar looking room. Annabelle hesitated as she looked at it, remembering the anxiety and fear she felt the last time. But as the room floated ominously nearby, curiosity got the better of her, and she soon found herself standing in a dark grey bedroom surrounded by toys. The feeling of familiarity was severely lessened from the last time she was here. It was like something had changed, and this space was less 'attached' to her. As she stood and absorbed the darkness of the room, she noticed that near the far bed was a closed door. She slowly walked to the door, being sure to avoid everything silently laying on the ground; her heels clicking and echoing on the hardwood floor. She nervously dragged her cigarette as she stopped in front of the door. It stood in the darkest, least complete corner of the room. She reached her tiny hand out and grasped the black handle; it was cold to the touch. She took a deep breath before turning the knob and throwing the door wide open. Inside was complete and utter black void. She barely hesitated as she stepped through the threshold. What did she have to lose at this point?

Andy opened his eyes. He was standing in a spacious office. Doctor Grungot sat behind a large wooden desk. He looked a few years younger than Andy was used to, but it was definitely him. His balding head and obtuse nose gave him away. Andy looked down and saw his flat chest and strong, powerful legs. His hands were large with shorts nails. Something felt...wrong...Andy pulled medium length brown hair out of his face. Doctor Grungot appeared to be talking to a slight looking man sitting on the opposite side of the desk. Ignoring his strange body, Andy turned his attention to the conversation.

"Mr. Lane, I hope you understand the severity of the game, and your decision." Doctor Grungot's nasily voice sounded in a serious tone."

The man across the desk responded calmly and coolly, "We both know this isn't a 'game', Doctor. Certainly, I don't see it as such." He paused, "I assure you, I will do anything necessary to rescue my sister from your 'game'."

"Ah yes, young Cassidy. One of my all time favorites!"Doctor Grungot's voice had a slight hint of mockery.

Mr. Lane growled, "I'm well aware of your fabled 'favoritism'." He took a second to compose himself before continuing, "I agree to be a contestant on the condition that the contest is fair and it's possible for me to save her." Mr. Lane stated.

Doctor Grungot released a mocking laugh, "I assure you, Mr. Lane, this contest is anything but 'fair'. It is possible for you to save her, though, that much I promise."

"Then i'm in."

"Please be aware, Mr. Lane, that you will be facing against your sister in many contests. So as to avoid any possible accusations of 'collusion', we will be temporarily wiping your memory of each other. You understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

Doctor Grungot stood and pulled a stack of papers from a drawer in his impressive desk. He dropped them in front of Mr. Lane and said, "Verbal signature please."

The man looked up at a standing Doctor Grungot, met his gaze and said confidently, "Simon Lane."

The room began to collapse as Doctor Grungot picked up the papers with an ominous smirk.

Annabelle appeared in a public bathroom. It was a men's bathroom, with two large white urinals on one wall and two stalls on another. A third wall contained a white sink and a stained mirror, while the fourth and final wall had the exit door. The floor was turquoise tile and the lights were bright fluorescent. The place was filthy and Annabelle could feel the room exuding a grimy aura. It also had a stale, rank stench to it.

She looked at her clothing and found a familiar maid outfit. A black dress with a white apron atop it. Standing on black heels with her blond hair in a tight bun. The dress accentuated her body well. It was tight in all the right places. Something was a bit different though, the dress appeared to be an inch or two shorter, fully exposing her knees. She also wore tan nylons and the apron had a frilly edge. Also, was the 'V' neck dipping a little bit deeper? Anyway, based on the outfit, it was clear what was about to happen in this round.

Annabelle ignored the slight outfit shift and made her way to the grimy mirror. She examined her upper half. The woman who looked back was very pretty. Though, her hair looked fairly cheap, with it's low quality dye and dark roots. She had a thick brow, bushy eyebrows and an overtly wide forehead which stuck out, making her look somewhat cave woman-ish. However, her rounded jaw and high cheekbones balanced it out somewhat.

Annabelle watched the woman in the mirror reach her tiny, long french tipped fingers to her delicate nose and touch it. She then moved to her rather plump, red, painted lips. Her eyes were large and bright blue, accented by tasteful makeup. Annabelle turned her head, causing her medium sized hoops to sway. Annabelle was so used to the earrings now that she sometimes forgot she was wearing them. Her ears were rather bulbous for her head and the hoops only brought more attention to them. She didn't want to take the hoops out, however, they just felt so...right...attached to her ears. She raised her slight chin and rubbed along her smooth neck. She removed a cigarette and lit it up. She watched her image in the mirror and admired herself. She was pretty darn sexy. She stood with one hand on her hip which she jutted out while she pushed her chest slightly forward.

S.A.M. appeared in the middle of the floor. He wore a little pair of overalls and held a mop.

"Contestant's will cl-"

Annabelle furiously rushed passed the tiny robot towards one of the stalls. She flung the door open with a crash, fell to her knees and began vomiting into the dirty toilet. She didn't know what the hell she was throwing up as she hadn't eaten in...she couldn't even remember. As she fought to catch her breath, Annabelle felt the sudden nausea disperse. She was happy her hair was in a bun for the ordeal but why did she suddenly feel so nauseous? Her dumbed down brain processed the thought for a few seconds as she cleaned herself up and flushed. Her mouth had a terrible taste in in.

As she exited the stall, S.A.M. continued, "-ean the bathroom to an acceptable level. Ms. Mode and Mrs. Johnson have the exact same room to clean and will be given the same materials."

In the middle of the floor appeared a mop bucket and cleaning supplies including clothes, gloves and cleaning solutions.

"Begin."

Annabelle calmly stated, "I hate cleaning. Powerup."

Through the door appeared an older Hispanic woman in a similar outfit to Annabelle, but the other woman's was much more conservative. The woman briskly walked to the cleaning supplies and began to furiously work. Annabelle grabbed a squirt bottle with glass cleaner and a rag. She half-hardheartedly began cleaning the mirror, admiring herself all the while. After the mirror looked decent, Annabelle lit a cigarette and decided to take a smoke break. The woman didn't acknowledge her as she furiously worked. Annabelle felt herself getting in the way of this woman so she decided to stand off to the side and smoke. It took maybe fifteen minutes of hard work to get the bathroom looking much, much better. The woman looked around and put the materials back in the central pile before walking towards the door. She took a second to look Annabelle up and down, casting her a disapproving look before exiting.

Doctor Grungot's voice echoed through the bathroom, "Congratulations, Mrs. Johnson! You didn't really do much...but, nonetheless, a winner is you! Too bad Ms. Mode, better luck next time!"

NAME: Annabelle Lauren Johnson

HEIGHT: 5"0

WEIGHT: 112 LBS

AGE: 20

IQ: 83

POWERUPS: 0

SEX / PHYSIOLOGY: Biologically female with XX chromosomes and fully female genitalia. Body produces above average levels of female hormones. Unusually fertile.

PREGNANCY: ???

UNKNOWN AILMENT: Sudden Nausea

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: Rounded jaw with thin chin, high rounded cheekbones, LARGE EARS, delicate, slightly upturned 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 ; Fat jiggling ass that sticks our provocatively; 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 long french tipped nails extending about an inch past the finger; 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. The word SLAVE is tattooed in black on the back of her right shoulder.

PIERCINGS: 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.

OUTFIT: A tight black dress stretches across the body down just above the knees. A medium-large sized 'V' shows a decent amount of cleavage. A white apron tied around the waist with a frilled edge. Five inch closed toe black heels.

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. Prefers vaginal sex.

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. Doesn't know how to drive and is afraid to get behind the wheel. Acts naturally girly including standing, sitting, walking, and holding things. Loves having long nails, is very protective of them. Loves sex and is overtly promiscuous with almost every man encountered.

ADDICTIONS: Smoking

FAVORITE COLOR: Pastel pink.

EXPERTISE: Vaginal sex, Nascar driver's car numbers, taking care of small children, celebrity gossip, effective strategies to sell the body for sex, Sucking dick