Round 62

[b]*Round Sixty Two*[/b]

Annabelle floated while dragging her cigarette. The shadowy room appeared again and she found herself drawn to it. She was less apprehensive this time as she opened the door in the darkest corner and stepped through the threshold.

Anda stood in Doctor Grungot's office again. She looked down at herself. Her medium brown hair and heavy breasts, her thick, calloused hands; something felt wrong but she wasn't sure what it was. Across from Doctor Grungot sat a strangely familiar looking woman. She was rather tiny with slight shoulders and a straight figure. She had glasses on and medium length, dark hair. She looked afraid and cold as she glanced around the room.

Doctor Grungot put down the papers he was staring at and spoke to the woman, "Now, Melody, you understand this is not a guarantee."

The woman spoke meekly, "Y-yeah, I understand. But what am I supposed to do?"

"Ms. Lane is a fine addition to my pool of contestants, I would hate to see her go. We always have room for more though." He stared coldly at her.

"His name is Simon and he's a man. He's-"

"Not a man anymore." Doctor Grungot cut her off. "I'm sure young Sandra would tell you so herself.

She responded with obviously false confidence, "I WILL save my fiance. I promise. Let me sign the damn papers."

"There are no promises on my show." Doctor Grungot pulled a thick stack of papers from his desk and plopped them in front of Melody. "This is standard stuff. You understand that your memory will be temporarily restricted, meaning you wont remember who Sandra is for the duration of the show. You understand that?"

"You mean Simon, and I get it. Give me a pen." Melody signed her name in several spots throughout the paper stack.

When everything was in order, Doctor Grungot pulled the stack back and said, "Good luck, Ms. Johannson. You'll very much need it."

As the gray scene dissolved, Anda eyed Melody who took a deep breath and stood. Anda thought for a minute. Johannson huh? That was her maiden name, what a small world.

Annabelle appeared in a tiny, well lit room. The walls were white brick while the floor was gray concrete. It was box shaped with two openings on one wall. The openings were separated by a wall. They revealed a room beyond with two hanging targets. The targets looked like a piece of paper with a humanoid outline. There were numbers on it, clearly some sort of shooting target. The paper was attached to a rail system, likely to move it back and forth.

She looked down at herself. She was dressed conservatively: sporting tight jeans and a pink tank top. Her breasts were held with a padded and very comfortable bra. She had the slightest hind of cleavage but nothing more. Though with how far the tank top stretched, she was obviously stacked. She stood on five inch black heels. The bra's spaghetti straps were covered by the thicker pink straps of the tank top. Annabelle felt...panties? She was actually wearing panties for the first time in awhile. Her hair fell down her shoulders.

As the nausea, fatigue and breast soreness she was becoming used to set in, she braced herself against a wall and closed her eyes. She fumbled for her cigarettes which were tucked in a tiny pocket of her stretched out jeans. She lit it, and after a few quick puffs she felt calmer and her nausea began to pass. She groaned and rubbed her forehead; she just felt so tired. As usual, her breasts tingled and pained her at the slightest movements.

Cindi appeared moments later. She looked around curiously. Her medium brown hair framed her plain looking face. She pushed her thick rimmed glasses up. She wore a pair of jean short shorts that tightly held her straight, curveless figure. She also wore a visible, frilly blue thong which rode up her ass. A dark blue crop top which did nothing to cover her saggy beer belly stretched across her tiny breasts. Her thick thighs stood above a pair of black platform heels. She was a few inches taller than Annabelle and eyed her blankly.

Cindi spoke in her breathy pitch, "Hey, Andy, how are you?"

Annabelle replied with a sigh. "I'm okay, Sandy, how have you been?"

"Oh, we can't complain. Been rough for Cindi though. She feels compelled to make us less attractive but hates that we don't get as much attention. It's a difficult situation for her. She's developed some *cough* interesting...and generally degrading ways to garner attention, though."

Annabelle remained silent, resigning herself to dragging on her cigarette. The tiny room was becoming somewhat filled with smoke.

"You got any more of those?" Sandy asked weakly.

"Not for you." Annabelle snapped back. She furrowed her brow after the reply, why did she snap like that?

"Uh, okay bitchy. Jeez. Could have just said no."

A few awkward seconds passed before S.A.M. appeared. Annabelle was actually kind of happy to see the pint-sized bot. He had a little rifle hanging by a sling on his back.

"Contestants will fire ten rounds at the target, placed thirty yards away, from the boxed area. Shooting another player or target is strictly prohibited and will result in a loss and additional punishment."

"I'm so excited! I've never shot a gun before!" Cindi squeaked in a bubbly voice. "But i'm also a bit nervous..." She added.

Behind the girls appeared a table with two pistols. Annabelle eyes it suspiciously before hefting one of the guns. She grabbed a pair of earmuffs and eyeglasses which were also on the table, being sure to put both on. The earmuffs blocked out almost all sound. The gun was heavier than she thought it would be. She turned and stepped into one of the boxes. Cindi did the same, acting in a similar manner to Annabelle.

When they were both in their respective boxes, S.A.M. spoke, "Begin."

Annabelle held the gun in both hands and raised it toward the target. She had no experience whatsoever with firearms but, hey, point and shoot, right? She closed one eye and tried lining up the sights for a better shot. After a few seconds of swaying the gun while trying to keep it steady, she put her finger on the trigger, closed her eyes, and began pulling it back.

The next few seconds were kind of a blur. The loud *BANG* of the gun went off which made Annabelle jump. It was followed by a soft *thud*. Annabelle slowly opened her eyes then let out a scream. She dropped the gun and staggered backwards. Laying on the floor of the range was Cindi, completely un-moving, with a bullet hole in her head. Annabelle looked away and began to hyperventilate. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as the severity of the situation hit her.

Doctor Grungot's voice rang out, "Come now, Sandy, you should know there's no escape by now."

Annabelle was shaking and sobbing as she slowly turned to see that Cindi had disappeared, leaving a deep red puddle of blood behind. She fumbled for a cigarette and quickly lit it up.

Annabelle turned her head to see that Cindi had reappeared. She folded her arms and let out a huff. She had no sign of damage and looked perfectly healthy.

"I'm sorry to have done that, Annabelle. I had to try. I thought If you did it - maybe he couldn't reverse it."

Annabelle's breathing slowed slightly but her fear was replaced with anger. "What the FUCK was that? One second we're talking and the next your...making me do that?"

"Now, ladies, let's just keep it civil. The rules of the game clearly stated shooting your opponent was an automatic loss, and an additional punishment. So Ms. Lane please go ahead."

Sandy closed her eyes for a few seconds before opening them and giggling. "Well, Doctor, I think I'd like to switch voices. My current voice is just too breathy and air headed."

"Sounds good, Cindi. In addition, I'll be changing your vocabulary Mrs. Johnson. It will now more accurately reflect your current IQ level."

Annabelle let out a cough. She coughed again. It felt like something was caught in her throat. She cleared her throat and coughed one more time before it was finished. Then, her head felt numb for a second and she zoned out, staring at the wall. When she came to, Annabelle was too afraid to speak.

Cindi cleared her throat too before speaking in her definitely feminine, but much lower pitched voice, "Testing, testing. Wow, I sound like somebody who should be taken seriously, now!" She had an even, but admittedly weak tone.

"I guess i'll try it out, too..." Annabelle squeaked. She gasped and grabbed at her throat. Her voice was high pitched and breathy. It sounded like her every word had a seductive edge to it. There was no mistaking this voice for anything but a highly feminine woman. "Maybe I could try a deeper voice." She tried speaking in a lower pitch but found it sounded fake and obvious somebody was doing, 'a voice'. Annabelle let out a gasp as her boob throbbed in pain. The sound surprised her, even her gasps, moans and sighs would be in this new register. Whatever Doctor Grungot said about her vocabulary was not immediately evident to her, however.

"If that isn't the cutest voice I ever heard, I don't know what is!" Doctor Grungot mocked.

"S-shutup, you don't even kn-"

Doctor Grungot interrupted her with a laugh, "I'm sorry, princess, I can't take you serious with that sexy little voice you have!"

As the scene collapsed, Annabelle found herself clearing her throat, continuing to try and lower her pitch without it sounding unnatural. It was definitely not working.

NAME: Annabelle Lauren Johnson

HEIGHT: 5"0

WEIGHT: 112 LBS

AGE: 20

IQ: 83

POWERUPS: 1

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

PREGNANCY: Early first trimester. Four weeks along.

HAIR: Long, cheap looking flax blonde dye job with dark roots showing through. Falling loosely down the back.

VOICE: Super high-pitched, seductive and breathy. Simple vocabulary.

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. Thin milky thighs

CHEST: Huge F cup breasts, large and veinous feminine nipples. Over-active mammary glands.

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, used 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: Tight blue jeans with pink tank top. Push up bra and comfortable panties over five inch 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. 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 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. Has no issue with cheating on somebody in a relationship as long as she doesn't get caught.

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