Round 78
[b]*Round Seventy Eight*[/b]
Annabelle floated in the void. A menu appeared in front of her. She hadn't seen it in quite awhile.
Beach, School, Metal, Grass, Paper, Animal, Drunk, Medieval, Alien.
Beach, School and Drunk were all grayed out. She remembered each experience with the grayed out choices. The various beach games, the boring lecture she sat through, the drinking contest. She reached her hand up and touched "Metal". The menu disappeared.
Annabelle appeared against a crumbling brick wall at the dead end of an alley. It was dark and cold. A desolate feeling of decay and ruin permeated the place. She shivered, ignoring the growing anxiety gnawing in her stomach, before examining the immediate surroundings. The walls were littered with pipes, wires and graffiti. The tiniest modicum of illumination bathed the alley in a dim haze. The scant light originated from weak, flickering bulbs on the walls. Forgotten pockets of safety and warmth, struggling and fighting against being swallowed by the oppressive darkness. The walls stretched as high as the eye could see. As she craned her neck to look straight up. She could see only the twisting labyrinth of metal walkways and beams connecting the buildings around her. The sound of faint sirens echoed in the distance but otherwise she was gripped by an ominous stillness.
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As the fragility of freezing temperature set in, Annabelle examined herself. Her clothes were incredibly inappropriate for the weather and location. Her top was lacy lingerie with a build in push up bra. It was held with spaghetti straps and was flowy enough to allow her mostly exposed, enlarged belly to hang freely. Her bountiful breasts were somewhat supported while her nipples were barely covered. In fact, one was poking out slightly.
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She wore a pair of black and red assless panties with a red fringe. It hugged around her butt cheeks in a heart patern. The panties dug into her asshole and rested on the plug. Around front, the skimpy underwear was swallowed by her deep pussy giving her a healthy cameltoe.
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She stood on six inch heeled boots that covered the lower half of her leg.
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Her hair was in a messy ponytail.
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Annabelle briefly rubbed her stomach. She was getting pretty big. Her back was starting to feel strained and her feet were feeling a bit sore. She pulled a cigarette from her top and lit it. The sweet smoke filled her lungs and calmed her down somewhat. She heard a distant voice before looking down the alley and seeing the outline of three dark figures approaching. The gnawing anxiety that had begun to abate jumped up another level, and she frantically looked for a place to run but found nothing.
S.A.M. appeared. His little robot projection illuminated the alley more than the flickering bulbs along the walls. His monotone robot voice echoed, "Mrs. Johnson will escape the city in thirty minutes or less or be subject to a swap chosen by Dr. Grungot."
Annabelle looked down the alley, the dark figures were getting closer. She could see flashes of them as they stepped in and out of dim lighting. From what she little she could see, Annabelle definitely didn't want to mess with them.
Annabelle hurriedly squeaked, "W-wait S.A.M. It ain't time fo' you to fuckin' leave. You gotta-"
"Begin."
And with that, S.A.M. disappeared.
"Shit."
Finally, the figures were close. Annabelle could make out their features. They wore all black. The man standing in front pulled off his hood and sneered. He was white, but the bottom half of his face was dark black. Annabelle took a sharp breath in surprise. The man had a terrifying, unnatural stare. His teeth were black.
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His hoarse voice was slow and mocking, "Little mouse fell into a trap."
His two companions sniggered as they stepped into the dim light. One removed his hood. His skin was unnaturally pale. He looked like a nervous young man. His gaze continually shifted from Annabelle at the front man. He twitched sporatically.
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His squeaky voice was just as nervous as his demeanor, "What do you reckon we should do with the little mouse, boss?"
The third man kep his hood on and had a black mask covering the lower half of his face. His stare was dark and cold.
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Annabelle backed up to the crumbling brick wall and looked for a way out. Her adrenaline began pumping and the nipping cold seemed to dissipate. The men adopted an aggressive semi circle around her with the black faced man in the center. He slowly moved forward with his blackened sneer continuing to dominate his face.
His hoarse voice continued with its mocking tone, "Think our little mouse is lost. Are you lost little mouse?"
As they closed in, Annabelle answered with a quivering, breathy voice, "I-I don't want no trouble. I jus' wanna leave the city."
The black face man approached Annabelle and towered over her. He bent down and put his face in front of hers. His blackened sneer released a foul odor.
He slowly spoke, the words dripped from his mouth like poison, "Well trouble found you."
He reached his hands down and rubbed Annabelle's distended belly. She winced and looked away, but there wasn't much she could do to stop him.
She could feel tears welling in her eyes as the man continued, "Looks like the little mouse has been naughty."
His hands continued down. One reached around to squeeze her thick ass while the other cupped her vagina.
Annabelle's tears streaked as she pleaded, "P-please, I'll do whateva' y'all want. Jus' don't hurt me."
She was completely powerless as the masked man pulled a short knife from his coat. He silently handed it to the black faced man's outstretched hand. while grabbing the knife, his attention was broken for just one second. Annabelle took her chance. She shrieked and tried to duck passed him. If she could break away from them maybe she could run down the alley and find somebody to help her.
The black faced man grunted before grabbing Annabelle by the neck and slamming her back against the wall. She crashed into the cold brick and screamed. The man let out a chuckle as his grip on Annabelle's neck began to tighten. Her screams were snuffed out by the lack of oxygen.
He pulled his face right next to hers and his sneer turned to an angry scowl. She could feel heat from his putrid breath washing over her tear soaked cheeks. He touched the gleaming knife to Annabelle's neck which he held tightly. He lifted her off the ground with ease up to his eye level. She fought with both hands, trying to loosen his grip.
Annabelle kicked and struggled as best she could but to no avail as he spat, "Don't worry, little mouse, you will give us whatever we want." He leaned forward til his mouth was directly in her ear. He whispered slowly, "But screaming turns me on."
He dropped Annabelle who fell onto her knees. She began coughing and gasping for air. She rubbed her red, bruising neck as the sobs came in heavy. Her bare knees rubbed along the damp, dirty alley floor.
The pale faced man looked excited as he asked, "What are you gonna do to her, boss?"
"Patience my young friend. First we lose this."
The black faced man grabbed Annabelle's lingerie shirt and cut it clean down the middle with the knife. When he released it, the top opened wide with the tatters still clinging to her shoulders. Her breasts flopped out and proudly sat above her exposed belly.
He placed the knife under her chin and pulled Annabelle's head up. Her red, puffy eyes continued darting around looking for an opportunity to escape.
The black faced man directed his question behind him while continuing to watch Annabelle, "What's the one thing that would hurt an expectant mother the most?"
The pale man piped up quickly, "Uh- uh- kick her in the cunt!?"
The maked man stayed silent. The black faced man rubbed the blade of the knife along Annabelle's face as he contemplated. Annabelle could feel his eerie eyes analyzing her.
His hoarse voice responded slowly, "Good guess, Brayden. But I had something better in mind." He crouched down and pointed the knife at Annabelle's belly, "Have you ever seen an unborn child, young Brayden?"
Annabelle rubbed along the floor, grabbing at the mans pants as she pleaded, "Please, not my girls. Ya'll can do whateva ya' want to me, jus' leave my girls alone!"
The black faced man mockingly chuckled and grew and evil smile before snatching her hair and forcing her to look into his eyes and he growled, "I'm going to kill your unborn children and there's nothing you can do about it."
A sudden moment of clarity struck in the depths of horror.
"POWERUP!" Annabelle screamed.
"What's going on here?" A powerful, commanding voice penetrated the darkness.
Stepping into the dim light was a hulking figure clad in body armor holding an automatic gun.
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The man held a flashlight which he shined on the thugs. They looked to the figure then to each other before turning to run. They ran single file through a tiny passage Annabelle didn't previously see. The cop began sprinting down the alley towards the men but he stopped as he neared Annabelle. He stepped towards her and offered his hand, which she accepted. When she was on her feet, she tried wiping the dirt and grime from her arms and knees with little success. She was standing in a pair of skimpy panties, heeled boots and a glorified lingerie bra cut down the middle.
"Are you okay ma'am?" The officer had genuine concern in his voice.
Annabelle wiped her tears away as she responded, "I'm fine."
Despite the cop saving her from a horrible fate, she found herself uncomfortable with him and unable to trust him.
He spoke with authority, "That was the Black Arm Gang. They're a real issue in this part of the city. Do you have somewhere to stay Miss...?"
"None o' yo' business." Annabelle snapped.
The cop seemed taken aback. Suddenly, he held up a strange looking gadget which emitted a green light directly into Annabelle's eyes. Annabelle closed them quickly and turned away as it burned. When she opened them, the officer was looking at a floating blue screen.
"Sandra Lane. 24 year old female. No warrants. You're good status, and obviously don't want further assistance from me, so I guess I'll go after the gang."
Annabelle was happy she had Sandra's eyes now. With her criminal history she almost surely had a valid warrant. No jail for her today!
He turned and headed for the hidden doorway. He stopped and looked back, "Good luck, Ms. Lane. Try being a little more appreciative next time somebody saves your life."
"Fuck the police." Annabelle scoffed.
When the officer entered the door he slammed it shut behind him and Annabelle was left alone with only a distant siren to break the silence. She felt violated, afraid, cold, angry, fragile and vulnerable all at once. First things first, she had to get out of this alley. The farther she got away from here the better. She slowly waddled towards the alley entrance. Her hanging breasts swayed and her hoop earrings jingled. She looked over her shoulder multiple times, deathly afraid that those Black Arm Gang members would return. When she reached the street, she examined her surroundings. There were signs and lights all over the place. Many were in different languages. There was also garbage and litter everywhere. The whole street reeked of industry and filth. She saw the faintest glimpse of sky which was obscured by black clouds of exhaust.
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She started walking in a random direction, absolutely clueless where she was or where she was going. Maybe if she found a bus station or a train station or maybe a taxi service she could escape easily. She passed a number of people and though she tried to keep her gaze from them, she could feel their stares. A naked, dirty pregnant lady with exaggerated feminine features will elicit some stares. As she waddled alone, the plug inside her ass rubbed her inner walls. She ignored the feeling, as she was focused on finding a way out of this horrible place. She didn't know how much time was left but clearly she was lost. She stopped in front of a large dumpster piled high with trash. There was a distinct smell of rotting food. As she looked around confused and alone a vehicle pulled up next to her.
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The driver's window rolled down and a black man popped his head out. He was older, maybe late 40's with an afro, sideburns and a thick mustache. He wore a smirk as he looked Annabelle up and down.
His voice was deep and smooth, "Hey girl, you lookin' for a date?"
Annabelle walked to the window and bent over, letting her breasts hang in front of the man's face. She cooed a response, "I got everythang you lookin' fo', baby."
The man rubbed his hands together as he stared into her swinging tits, "How much to blow my spunk down that pretty little throat of yours?"
"Tell you what, ya'll agree to drive me out the city and I'll suck yo' dick dry."
The man opened his door quick as a flash and stepped onto the street corner. He looked around and seemed satisfied that nobody was nearby. He wore a dark blue suit and shiny black shoes. He walked towards the dumpster and Annabelle followed
The man looked at her and stated, "This is the perfect spot, get on those knees and start sucking."
Annabelle shrugged and did as she was told. She didn't have much time left. Her already soiled knees hit the wet ground which had a thin film of stinking garbage water. The smirking, black man started unbuckling his pants and revealed his average sized cock. Annabelle fake gasped, acting as if he was huge. She had played the game many time at this point. She knew how to please a man. As she went to work, she released a real gasp as the plug in her ass began to vibrate. The sound was obvious but the man didn't seem to notice as the blowjob continued.
With each head bob, Annabelle's breasts jiggled and she splashed in the filth. Her pussy began to gush, soaking her assless, lingerie panties. The man grabbed the back of her head and took control about halfway through. Though he did his best, his average dick wasn't doing much for Annabelle. The only real pleasure she got was from the plug. Its constant vibration deep inside pushed her arousal higher and higher. As he continued to face fuck her, Annabelle starting rubbing her breasts which had begun to leak a clear white substance. A few minutes later, the man gasped and Annabelle knew he was close. She released her lactating breasts and grabbed his cock which she began sucking softly. The man gasped again and pulled her head back. His cock began to twitch and he exploded onto her face with a thick wad. She slammed her ass up and down onto the ground, letting the plug stimulate her as the facial was coming to a close. She flicked her hand across her clit and continued to "ride" the plug before eventually reaching climax. She shuddered and moaned through cum covered lips as waves of pleasure hit her. Once the man had squeezed the last drop in her hair, he reached down and scraped some disgusting grime from the bottom of the dumpster. He crouched down and smeared it onto a convulsing Annabelle's chest. She didn't care as she rode the orgasm. He did the same thing with her hair, soiling it with filth. Her breathing was returning to normal and she realized what was happening.
She let out a weak, confused, "H-hey what is you doin'?"
She sat back on her ass as the man zipped up his pants and wiped his hands on the remaining clean part of Annabelle's hair. He pulled it out of the ponytail and messed it up a bit. She was still in the afterglow and didn't have the energy to stop him.
He laughed as he began walking back to his car, "Now you look like the proper dumpster whore, gutter slag you are. Thanks for the suck, bitch!"
Annabelle struggled to her feet and started towards the car which sped off. There she stood, big baby bump, swinging lactating tits, torn and soiled top, garbage and sexual juice soaked lace panties, messy grime covered hair and chest with a cum covered face. This had been quite a day for Annabelle. She waddled to the street and found a place to sit. People walking nearby gave her a wide berth as she smelled like a prostitute that worked out of a garbage truck. As she waited for the end of the round, a few people threw various coins at her feet as they passed. They thought she was a beggar. She smiled at one particular man that told her it was for the child. She was going to tell him she wasn't a beggar, that is was all a misunderstanding, but the man cringed slightly when she smiled. Clearly her yellowed, crooked teeth weren't going to help in convincing him. She just thanked him and he moved on.
The city suddenly came to a stop. Doctor Grungot's voice came from the sky, "Wow, Mrs. Johnson. Clearly the city is not a good place for you. It's a filthy town with plenty of filthy people, but you might be the filthiest! I've got a client that had a procedure done that she regrets...Sounds like the perfect opportunity for you. I'll be altering your pheromones. You'll be even more irresistible to men and have a sweet, feminine odor all the time!"
Annabelle looked up to the sky with her crusty face. She just sat and sighed as her skin tingled. A subtle sweet smell began to emanate from her. It was, however, overpowered by the layers of filth covering her. She welcomed the collapse of the city and the plunge into darkness.
[b]NAME:[/b] Annabelle Lauren Johnson
[b]HEIGHT:[/b] 5"0
[b]WEIGHT:[/b] 131 LBS
[b]AGE:[/b] 21
[b]IQ:[/b] 72. Basic arithmatic and reading are somewhat difficult.
[b]POWERUPS:[/b] 1
[b]SEX / PHYSIOLOGY:[/b] Biologically female with XX chromosomes and fully female genitalia. Body produces above average levels of female hormones. Unusually fertile. Strong pheromones attracting men and giving her a sweet scent.
[b]PREGNANCY:[/b] Second trimester. Twenty weeks along. Large baby bump. Carrying twin girls.
[b]HAIR:[/b] Long, cheap, brittle and faded looking flax blonde dye job with dark roots showing through. Extremely essy and hanging loosely down the back. Covered in grime from the bottom of a dumpster.
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[b]VOICE:[/b] Super high-pitched, seductive and breathy. Very simple vocabulary. "Ghetto" accent.
[b]FACIAL HAIR:[/b] None. Smooth and unable to grow hair of any kind.
[b]EYES:[/b] 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.
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[b]FACIAL FEATURES:[/b] 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; incredibly thick, shiny, bee-stung lips that can hardly close; 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. Coated in unknown John's semen.
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[b]BUILD:[/b] Hairless and small feminine torso; thin, hairless arms and legs with virtually no muscle; huge breasts and cartoonishly weak shoulders ; Fat jiggling ass that sticks our provocatively; Wide, flared out, feminine birthing hips; tiny tight stomach cinched in sexily; thick milky thighs that rub together with each step. Legs covered in dirt and garbage water.
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[b]CHEST:[/b] Huge H cup breasts. Thick and veinous, pierced, dark pink feminine nipples. Over-active mammary glands. Slight trickle of dry milk and globs of dry demen. Covered in grime from the bottom of a dumpster.
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[b]EXTREMITIES:[/b] Thin, delicate, soft hands with long pink, sparkly nails extending over an inch past the finger; Smooth, hairless, delicate, women's size 5 feet with slightly shiny, clear-pink painted, longer nails. Reformed feet, requiring a minimum of 5 inch high heels.
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[b]GENITALS:[/b] Wide, deep, hairless, puffy, used vagina which can accommodate even the most well endowed.
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[b]TATTOOS:[/b] 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.
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[b]PIERCINGS:[/b] 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.
[b]OUTFIT:[/b] Assless lace panties with red fringe. Lace top with build in pushup bra cut completely in half hanging by just straps. Six inch black boots.
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[b]SEXUAL PREFERENCE:[/b] Is attracted exclusively to men. Will only 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. Loves vaginal and anal sex. Prefers big penises and doesn't get much sexually out of anything less than six or seven inches. Enjoys exhibitionism and public sex. A bit of a masochist, likes being spanked.
[b]PERSONALITY:[/b] Submissive, follower, un-willing to take chances, Weak-willed, Lazy especially when it comes to household chores, prefers 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 like a stereotypical girly-girl including standing, sitting, walking, speaking, writing and holding things. Loves having long nails, is very protective of them. Addicted to sex and is overtly promiscuous with almost every man encountered especially if she hasn't done it in awhile. Has no issue with cheating on somebody in a relationship as long as she doesn't get caught.
[b]ADDICTIONS:[/b] Smoking and sex
[b]FAVORITE COLOR:[/b] bright pink.
[b]FINANCIAL SITUATION:[/b] Has a negative bank balance and heavy debt. Terrible credit with no prospects or knowledge of the financial world. Can't control spending habits and impulse buys things she can't afford. Difficulty with basic arithmatic.
[b]EXPERTISE:[/b] Vaginal sex, Nascar driver's car numbers, taking care of small children, celebrity gossip, effective strategies to sell the body for sex, Sucking dick, seducing, dirty talk.
