Round 66

[b]*Round Sixty Six*[/b]

Annabelle appeared in a familiar carnival setting. This was the location she had explored with Cindi, and subsequently competed in a cotton candy challenge; but that felt like a lifetime ago. The ground was dirt with the occasional patch of grass. Carnival games and rides of all kinds were scattered around. The mechanisms were active and lights and sounds blinked and echoed throughout the area.

She examined her outfit which was an orange and black patterned flannel shirt. It was very comfortable and dipped dangerously low with several buttons undone. She didn't feel particularly compelled to button up as her cleavage looked sexy. A black push-up bra further added to the look. Over her wide hips and jiggling ass stretched a comfortable pair of jeans. She stood on six inch dark orange stilettos. Her newly cheapened hair fell down her back.

The bruises from Darius had faded and Annabelle examined her upper arm area, remembering how aggressive he had gotten. It was definitely something to be concerned about, she had to find a way to overcome it. As she stood pondering, the usual fatigue set in and Annabelle found herself wishing the next challenge was a napping contest, but based on the setting, she wasn't too hopeful. It was then that a stabbing pain burned in her stomach. It was the worst cramp she had ever felt. She let out a yelp and rubbed her hand along her midsection. She didn't know whether to sit or remain standing but the pain was intense. As she winced and took sharp, pained breaths, Annabelle found a bit of nausea had also begun setting in. It saddened her as she had hoped the nausea was over with. It wasn't as intense as usual, so that was something. The majority of her focus was on her stomach whose pain had slowly begun to subside. Her breathing slowed as the pain receded further. She pulled up her shirt and examined her stomach. Based on the agony she had experienced, she expected a giant gaping hole or an unnatural, pulsating protrusion. But there was nothing, just her normal flat tummy. She returned her shirt and let out a sigh.

Liam appeared next to her. His hulking frame towered over Annabelle and he shot down an excited grin. He wore a red sweatshirt with a Houston Rockets logo on it. His tree-trunk legs were covered with blue jeans.

His deep voice reverberated, "How's it going, short-stack? Long time, no see!"

Annabelle snapped back, "I'm fine."

Liam furrowed his brow, "You on the rag or something? I don't see you for months and this is how you treat me?"

Annabelle rolled her eyes, "Yeah, something like that."

Liam examined Annabelle for a few seconds, running his thick fingers through his beard, before his smile returned, "I can't stay mad at a pretty little thing like you, especially with that squeaky, breathy little voice!

"You're an asshole."

"You're a bitch, and that makeup makes you a slutty bitch."

S.A.M. appeared nearby, next to a basketball carnival game. There were two shooting lanes with a mesh net underneath. Annabelle walked up to the counter and looked up at the rim. It looked so tiny and far away! Six basketballs were at the bottom of the lane, she picked one up, being careful with her nails. It felt huge in her tiny hands.

"Contestants will shoot basketballs into their respective hoop. Be warned, these rims are not regulation size or shape. The first person to score wins."

"Ten bucks says you can't even throw the ball that far." Liam chuckled as he mocked.

"Ten bucks says you're pathetic and have a small dick!" Annabelle retorted.

Liam's eyes squinted as he slowly responded, "Big enough for you, babe."

"As if."

Quick as lightning, Liam unzipped his pants and pulled them down. His half-chub and heavy balls swung freely. It was an impressive length, but smaller than both Anthony and Darius. Annabelle hardly remembered it, but that penis had once been between her legs. Liam shimmied his hips and shook his dick around. It started inflating and becoming hard. Annabelle dropped the basketball she was holding, hypnotized by his flopping manhood. The ball bounced away while Annabelle's mouth and pussy watered.

As Annabelle stared, transfixed by his hardening erection, Liam ran his hand up and down its length, "Wouldn't you like to have this cock filling you?"

Annabelle found herself nodding her head, "Y-yes..." She whispered.

"...Having it hit just the right spot in your...empty...pussy?" Liam's voice was smooth as velvet and he spoke painfully slow.

Annabelle hand snaked inside her waistband and down to her bald, slippery vagina. She slowly rocked her hips back and forth as she bit her painted lower lip. The urge to pull her own pants down and jump onto Liam was starting to sound reasonable. Her gaze was still transfixed on his thick cock. Even though it wasn't the foot long she was used to, Liam had a nice veiny shaft. It would definitely take the edge off...

"...Pumping you...in and out...until we're both screaming in ecstasy and you're full of dripping seed..."

Annabelle's tiny, clawed finger swirled around her sensitive clit. She hadn't been properly fucked since Darius on the dance floor. It was about time! She pulled her jeans down and started to step out of them. She felt hot and her breathing was coming in fast.

"Well too bad, skank! I only fuck good girls, not whorish little bitches!"

Liam pulled his pants up, carefully securing his manhood, and chuckled, turning back to his shooting lane. Annabelle's disappointment was pushed aside as her soaking finger continued sloshing in circles around her cunt. Her pants remained around her ankles as her support hand reached to the counter for stability. Her legs were quivering wildly and she closed her eyes, releasing soft moans. She bent down towards the counter and splayed her legs slightly, continuing to rub herself. Her hair fell onto the counter and her breasts hung heavily, straining against the bra. She could feel her juices dripping as the smell of strong arousal wafted through the air. But no matter how furiously she rubbed and no matter how aroused she grew, she couldn't fully climb to orgasm. After about a minute of frustration, she let out a growl. She was so close!

"Begin."

"...But I'll make an exception-"

Liam's large, veiny cock glided, without any resistance, into Annabelle's hungry pussy. Annabelle squealed in delight and removed her sticky hand, placing it onto the counter, holding on tight. Liam wasted no time, immediately hammering her. His hips slamming into hers. Liam held Annabelle's hips like handlebars as he pistoned in and out, his full length entering her each time. His thrusts were powerful and sent shockwaves through her small body. She was bent over the counter, clutching it for dear life, as her plateauing arousal began to climb once again.

Liam took a second to pull Annabelle upright and rip her shirt and bra off in one move. Annabelle giggled as he tossed them aside and shoved her back towards the counter. She landed on her fat, swaying breasts and grabbed onto the counter once again. He began slamming into her, each thrust met with an airtight *Squelch*. Annabelle swept the sweaty hair out of her face as she bit her lip once again. She lifted herself up and pinched her pierced, dark-pink areola. Liam let out a grunt as his pace quickened. He lifted his hand and came down hard *SMACK* on Annabelle's jiggling ass. She let out a yelp as he spanked her several more times. Each hit stoked her growing fire. When her cheeks were raw and red, Liam grabbed her hips again and prepared himself for the home stretch. Annabelle could sense it to as she abandoned her hard, sensitive nipples and held on.

Liam furiously bucked his hips. Annabelle's dripping cunt began to tighten as her climax neared. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being nearly filled. Liam's pace slowed and he let out a heavy sigh as his grip on Annabelle's hips tightened. Liam's dick began pulsing inside her pussy which sent Annabelle over the edge too. Her walls tightened and twitched as a breathy moan escaped her lips. Waves of pure bliss radiated across her body, centering from her vagina. Pulse after pulse of cum shot into her. Her legs quivered as Liam rocked himself slowly in and out. Annabelle noticed a flash of light off to her right but ignored it, enjoying her powerful orgasm. Liam released her hips and slipped himself out. Annabelle remained where she was, her eyes still closed, enjoying the afterglow. Here she was: bent over the counter; pregnant; long, cheap, sweaty blonde hair; giant, swaying, thick nipped breasts; tiny waist and frame; wide, inviting hips; weak muscles; giant, jiggling, red hand printed ass; heavily made up face; and deep, pronounced, cum-dripping pussy. Speaking of which, she felt the semen bubbling out and falling to the ground, pooling on her jeans which were still around her ankles.

Liam pulled his pants up and started shooting basketballs at the rim. The rim was obviously very warped as shots that should have gone in glanced off. Annabelle blinked a few times and began collecting herself. Her legs were sticky from the mix of sexual juices and her jeans were soaked but she pulled them up anyway and buttoned them. Her hips were numb and would, no doubt, be sore from the absolute pounding she had taken. She collected her shirt from the ground and half-hardheartedly put her arms through the holes, not bothering with the bra. She buttoned a few buttons from the left side and stopped, she didn't really care if her tits were out. She was still foggy from the orgasm and resigned herself to a cigarette and watching Liam shoot basketballs. Eventually, Liam managed to shoot a ball directly in the center of the warped rim and score. He looked over to Annabelle with a smile. Annabelle waved at him through half-lidded eyes with a dopey smile as she exhaled her sweet smoke.

Doctor Grungot's voice rang out, "Congratulations, Mr. Gentry! Sexing your foe into submission is a great way to win! What would you like to swap?"

"I'd like to take her nicely pronounced, masculine brow."

"Okay, Mr. Gentry. In addition, Mrs. Johnson, as you didn't participate in the contest, I'll be giving you a slight mental change as well. I've had a client poised to participate in months of hypnotherapy but now she doesn't have to!"

Annabelle squeezed her eyes shut as a pounding headache formed just behind her eyes. She also felt a tingle in the back of her head. She reached her hand up and felt her brow receding. She watched as Liam's brow surged forward slightly. It gave him a more powerful presence and pushed his already rugged, masculine look even further. Meanwhile, Annabelle's brow looked weak and...fragile? She looked weaker and less imposing. In addition, her eyebrows were more shapely and angled more sharply giving her an overall more feminine appearance.

Liam rubbed his rugged hand across his pronounced brow while he watched Annabelle. "Much better for both of us. You're trying to look like a whore, right?"

When Liam called her a whore, a twitch of arousal crawled through her.

"A...whore?" She asked.

"Yeah, I figured you were trying to become a little whore, and a slutty one at that. You sure look like a prostitute, at least.

She could feel her engine beginning to rev again. She enjoyed being called degrading names...

As the scene collapsed Annabelle wiped the matted hair out of her face as she puffed on a cigarette. Liam gave her a wave as she was left in the void.

NAME: Annabelle Lauren Johnson

HEIGHT: 5"0

WEIGHT: 118 LBS

AGE: 20

IQ: 83

POWERUPS: 3

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

PREGNANCY: First trimester. Eight weeks along.

HAIR: Long, cheap, brittle and faded looking flax blonde dye job with dark roots showing through. Hanging loosely down the back. Sweaty and matted after sex.

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, fake eyelashes and thick dark eyeliner. Smokey, dark blue eye shadow causing the eyes to look constantly half lidded.

FACIAL FEATURES: Rounded jaw with thin chin; high rounded cheekbones; LARGE EARS; delicate, slightly upturned nose; weak, non-imposing brow; thin, highly angled eyebrows; thin smooth neck; thick, wet, red painted, protruding lips in a constant pout; WIDE FOREHEAD; layered pink blush covering cheeks and accenting their feminine shape; average looking, yellow stained smile, slightly crooked with a gap between the two front teeth; permanent makeup.

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 G cup breasts. Thick and veinous, pierced, dark pink 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. Filled and dripping with semen from Liam.

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: Mostly open orange and black flannel shirt with no bra. Jeans soaked with sexual juices and no panties. Orange six inch stilleto 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 and verbally. Likes being locked in light bondage. Prefers vaginal sex. Prefers big penises and doesn't get much sexually out of anything less than six or seven inches. Enjoys being spanked.

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