Round 84

[b]*Round Eighty Four*[/b]

Annabelle carefully stepped through the shadowy room and into the dark door. She appeared in the beginnings of an office. As the seconds passed, the void filled in with objects and the room began to take shape. An older, prim and proper lady stepped in through a recently materialized door. Her stride was confident as she stomped across the room. She stopped short of a medium sized desk, near the center of the room, and seated herself. A muffled voice began speaking across from her. She nodded her head, listening intently. She responded, her voice also equally muffled.

Annabelle struggled to hear the voices which became clearer as the scene materialized fully, "...understand Mrs. Johnson, your husband belongs to me now." The voice was a familiar nasily pitch. A young Doctor Grungot, complete with a toothy smile, came into view across from the woman. He looked to be in his late thirties, maybe early forties. He wore his signature lab coat but his hair was full and dark.

She stared him down with hatred before responding, her voice stern but smooth, "He belongs only to me."

Doctor Grungot scoffed and sat back in his chair, "Did you want to ask him yourself?"

The woman stayed silent, her confidence faltering.

Doctor Grungot pushed a button on his desk and spoke into a small speaker that popped up, "Gregory, please."

The woman shifted in her seat as Doctor Grungot waited for a few long, silent seconds.

A loud crash echoed from the speaker before Anthony's deep voice rang out. "Yeah, what up doc, what you want?" As he spoke, Annabelle could hear the familiar sound of rhythmical slapping and soft feminine moans. Anthony was clearly have sex. For some reason, Annabelle didn't feel aroused by it. She knew she probably would have normally, but for some reason, she didn't feel any urges here. She was sad that her baby daddy was with another woman, but that was to be expected, he was quite the bull. The color was quickly draining from Mrs. Johnson's face as she listened.

Doctor Grungot smiled widely while he asked with a sarcastic tone, "Hey, Anthony, Sorry to disturb you, just had a few questions. Do you have a wife Anthony?"

Anthony grunted as the woman he was pounding gasped, "Shit, nah, I'm too busy fucking every bitch you send me to worry 'bout that."

The Doctor continued, "And does the name Avery Miller mean anything to you, Anthony?"

"Please don't." The woman whispered, with tears beginning to well in her eyes.

"Take it whore, take it!" Anthony boomed as the slapping intensified, "Is she one of them random little sluts been running 'round my crib?"

"G-Gregory!" Avery stammered, "It-it's me- Avery...your wife. D-don't you remember? We've been married for decades! Y-you were the minister at our church! We have two loving children that miss their father so much. Is there any part of you left in there?" The tears were really flowing as Avery's confident voice had become shaky and desperate.

"Doc, I don't know what kind of crazy role playing this ho' talkin' 'bout. But if she want that pussy properly pounded send her my way. Until then, I got some business to take care of." A loud spank could be heard followed by a high pitched gasp and a moan.

Doctor Grungot allowed the obvious sounds of sex to continue for a few seconds. He wore a demented smile, clearly enjoying Avery's misery. "Alright, Mr. Johnson, I'll let you go. Please be careful not to get another one pregnant, okay?"

Anthony grunted loudly and sputtered out as he orgasmed, "N-no p-promises, Doc!"

Doctor Grungot chuckled before pushing the button again, causing the speaker to retract back into the desk. The sounds ceased and silence returned. Silence, save for Avery's sobbing.

Doctor Grungot folded his hands together. "Now, where were we? Ah, yes! As I said, are you sure he 'Belongs only to you'?"

Avery wiped away a tear before her face contorted with bitterness and anger. She spit her words which dripped with poison, "You'll pay for what you've done to Gregory! He never hurt anybody. He came here to save a wayward member of his flock and you..you...you've destroyed him! You've twisted him into some sick, perverted caricature."

"He chose poorly at the end. He put his faith in somebody he shouldn't. That's his fault, not mine." Doctor Grungot paused for a second, allowing Avery to collect herself. "Do we have a deal?"

Avery took a few deep breaths and her anger began to dissipate. Her resolve returned and she cleared her throat, "I agree to your terms. I'll win this game to save him and everybody else whose lives you've swallowed whole."

"Great! Now you understand once the game starts your memories of Anthony will be temporarily locked away to dissuade you from cheating and colluding?"

"I understand." She appeared lost in thought for a second as Doctor Grungot reached under his desk, looking for something. She reached around her neck and clutched a tiny gold cross as she stated, "You won't change me like the others."

Doctor Grungot laughed as the scene began to collapse. He dropped a stack of paper in front of Avery with a *thud* and whispered while staring intently at her, "We'll see about that."

******

Annabelle appeared on a grassy pasture. Green, healthy grass stretched in all directions to the horizon. A beautiful blue sky held a strong afternoon sun.

She wore a tight pair of blue and white striped booty shorts. It looked more like a pair of underwear than anything. It was so small that both her ass cheeks were bare. It fit snugly over her vagina and wide hips. Her legs were totally exposed though she felt the shorts made them look sexy.

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Her top was an incredibly thin white tee which stretched over her globular tits and protruding belly. She wore no bra and her pierced nipples were poking through the top. The top provided very little support and every movement had a bit of jiggle to it. Her hair fell loosely down to her ass. She was perched on six inch white stiletto's.

Annabelle pulled out a cigarette and performed her usual unconscious belly rub while waiting for something to happen.

Seconds later, a woman appeared. She wore faded yoga pants and a purple tank top which did little to conceal her flabby midsection. The pants were riddled with stains from what appeared to be several different sources. Her thunder thighs and ass jiggled with pockets of cellulite which stretched the pants to their limit. She had a fat upper pubic area which gave her a rounded appearance. A sizable muffin top and love handles gushed out from beneath the top while her arms sagged deeply. Her stomach had several rolls stacked on top of one another. Her breasts were contained in a tight fitting bra which dug into her skin, puffing up pillows of fat along its edge. Annabelle caught a glimpse of gnarly underarm hair when the woman raised her arm to examine herself. There was also slight discoloration in her pits. Annabelle could only imagine how awful that must have smelled. Her face was very round and puffy with a drooping double chin and chipmunk cheeks. She looked slightly greasy and her skin was marked with acne. Her hair was ratty, unkempt and dirty. Her teeth were yellow and the beginnings of a mustache were forming above her lips.

When Annabelle squinted and examined the woman, she was slightly taken aback when she realized it was Danielle. She piped up, blowing out smoke, "D-Danielle? You look-"

"Beautiful?" Danielle interjected, her voice had a lower register and a bit of a rasp to it, "Or at least I will be once I trade all this to you. Do you like what I've done to myself?" She rubbed her puffy hands down her body.

"Why you gotta do this shit, Danielle? I ain't done anything to you!" Annabelle chirped while placing her hands on her back to help support herself.

Danielle released a loud, disgusting *burp* before responded coldly, "Things were going so well for me." She seemed lost in thought for a few seconds, "But, that all changed suddenly. After you won and the Doctor put that baby inside me everything was different. My whole personality shifted, I think I got more of the other woman than just her baby. But, it's your fault I can't sleep at night...your fault I can't have a normal conversation...and you're going to pay for it. I've gorged myself and neglected my hygiene for weeks now, you'll be dealing with this," She grabbed at her fat stomach rolls, "For years."

"Danielle, you can't blame me for something the Doctor did to you, he's the one-"

S.A.M. appeared on the grass. He wore a cute little sun hat.

"Contestants will pull weeds from their respective gardens. The first to remove all the weeds without harming the plants will be the winner."

In front of both Annabelle and Danielle appeared a wooden square approximately ten feet by five feet. It was filled with dirt and a few tomato plants. There were also dozens if not hundreds of weeds in all shapes and colors nearly filling the box to the brim. Also appearing were a pair of gardening gloves and various gardening utensils.

"Begin."

Annabelle quickly waddled to the square and carefully dropped to her knees. She donned the gloves, trying to ignore the pang of worry in her stomach centering on her pretty, long nails. She was not excited about pulling weeds but Danielle's disgusting body was all the motivation she needed.

Annabelle peered down, over her tits and belly to assess how to attack the task. As she did, she heard a loud gurgling sound. She looked behind and saw Danielle was squatting down by her square. A loud, wet fart ripped through the air as Danielle lowered herself to the ground. She released a raspy giggle as she pulled on her gloves.

Annabelle began pulling weeds slowly, being careful not to chip, crack or disturb her nails. She decided to pull them in sections going from left to right. The sun was beating down and she could feel sweat beginning to bead on her forehead as she worked. She pulled her long hair out of her face a few times, making sure it stayed behind her. As she worked, she heard the periodic sound of passing gas coming from Danielle. Annabelle shuddered, she could only imagine how awful Danielle's body looked underneath her clothes.

When she was about halfway done, Annabelle took a second to wipe her forehead and look over at her opponent. Danielle was barely a quarter of the way done, electing to grab weeds randomly instead of breaking the task into sections like Annabelle.

Annabelle smiled and returned to the weeds, she wouldn't be cursed with something horrible from Danielle today!

"Powerup." Danielle's voice rasped.

Annabelle inhaled sharply as she felt a fluttering beneath her booty shorts. A strong arousal began to set in causing Annabelle to tightly grab the wooden square and shut her eyes. She held on for dear life as her pussy began pulsating. Annabelle moaned softly as her drooling cunt begged for satisfaction. She needed a cock inside her. She bit her lip and forced her eyes open. She grinded her legs together but sat up and tried to focus on the task.

If Danielle wanted to play dirty, so would she, "Powerup," Annabelle shouted.

Danielle released a guttural grunt and Annabelle heard her groaning as she stood up. Annabelle continued to shimmy her hips and grind he legs together as her mind wandered to the thought of strong, rippling black men plowing her.

Annabelle realized she had stopped working, lost in a day dream. She tried to snap herself out of it, but her fantasies still danced in her head. She heard Danielle shuffling and looked behind her. Danielle was squatting behind her own square with her yoga pants down to her knees, poised to take a shit.

"What are you looking at, pervert?" Danielle rasped in her husky voice.

Annabelle gasped as she unconsciously removed one of her gloves and her hand snaked between her legs.

"T-that's disgusting, Danielle." Annabelle muttered between soft moans. She was lost in her own little world, fantasizing about some nice heterosexual sex with a long black cock.

She caught herself. No! She didn't want to get any part of that horrible, nightmare body Danielle had been cooking up. Annabelle slipped her dripping hand out of her cunt with a *squealch*. She turned as much of her attention as she could back to the task at hand. The sound of solid and liquid waste dropping onto the grass coming from Danielle helped snap Annabelle back to reality a bit.

"Powerup!" Danielle screamed angrily between periodic pushing and farting noises.

Annabelle stopped, she waited for something to hit her, but nothing did. Her pussy was still begging to be filled and her mind was still swimming with thoughts of black dick. Maybe nothing was going to happen?

She shrugged as she rubbed her thighs together. She reached down to grab another weed and plucked it out. She went to add it to her support hand and stopped. The weeds she had been holding moments prior were no longer weeds. Her mouth went wide as she examined the object.

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A long black dildo rested in her hands. Her breathing became intense as she stared down at it. Her vagina demanded it, she was powerless to stop herself. She yanked off the other glove and dropped back on her bubble butt. she opened her legs wide and pulled the booty shorts / underwear to the side before shoving the dildo straight in. It met no resistance and she got it all the way to the balls in one stroke. She pumped the rod in and out while the other hand worked her clit. She bucked her hips in time as her tits began to leak through her white shirt.

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She tossed her head and hair back before looking over at Danielle who had seemingly finished her bowel movement and returned to her square.

"P-p-powerup." Annabelle gasped between soft moans.

She continued frigging herself, the dildo sloshing in and out, while her mind was awash with fantasy. She could feel herself getting close to orgasm as her slightly jiggling tits continued to leak milk.

She quickly looked over at Danielle was what stripping all her clothes. The sad state of Danielle's body became more apparent with each garment removed. Annabelle didn't care as she increased her pace and pushed onward. Her arousal came to a peak and she screamed aloud as waves of pleasure pulsated from her intimate parts. She shoved the rod all the way in and closed her eyes tightly as the pleasant feeling continued to radiate. When it was done, she began slowing her breathing as she slid the dildo out of herself. A torrent of feminine juices flooded out behind it leaving a stick puddle. Her thighs were coated and the strong musk of sex wafted around her, mixing with her sweet pheromones.

Annabelle curled her sweaty hair behind her pierced ears and checked on Danielle. She was now completely naked, back turned and, again, squatting down and relieving herself. Annabelle cringed in disgust at Danielle's pale white, cellulite filled, hairy ass dropped a turd onto the ground. Danielle looked like she was in her mid fifties while Annabelle knew she was only about forty. Danielle's puffy face glanced over her shoulder, it was caked in sweat and red as she pushed hard.

"Quit looking at me you horny little bitch!" Danielle growled as she pushed out another pile.

Annabelle shuffled back onto her knees, ignoring the dildo, and began pulling weeds again. Her booty shorts were still displaced, barring her vagina into the open, but she didn't care, she wanted to finish this task. Her milk covered tits swayed in her wet shirt as she worked. Soon enough, she had finished and the square was void of weeds.

Annabelle struggled to her feet and turned to see that Danielle was barely halfway done. She was still naked and had a drying brown stain covered her inner thighs.

Doctor Grungot's voice rang out, "Congratulations, Ms. Slut! Turns out a lazy pregnant woman can beat a lazy slob when it comes to weeding. The world can rest easy with that knowledge."

Danielle stood and put her hands on her fat hips. Her pear shape and protruding chub jiggled above her jungle of pubic hair as she warned, "You can't keep getting lucky forever. I'll make you wish you lost this match and got it over with! Nice cunt by the way."

Annabelle looked down but couldn't see her lady bits which she knew were still exposed. She shrugged and reached down, opening her lips, playing with herself. "At least I ain't covered in shit. I'll whoop yo' ass every time you try to take me on you fat, old bitch."

As the scene collapsed, Danielle growled before turning to angrily collect her clothing, muttering and cursing about Annabelle as she did.

[b]NAME:[/b] Annabelle Slut

[b]HEIGHT:[/b] 5"0

[b]WEIGHT:[/b] 132 LBS

[b]AGE:[/b] 21

[b]IQ:[/b] 72. Basic arithmatic and reading are somewhat difficult.

[b]POWERUPS:[/b] 0

[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 Six weeks along. Large baby bump. Carrying twin girls. Outie belly button.

[b]HAIR:[/b] Long, cheap, brittle and faded looking flax blonde dye job with dark roots showing through. Messy and hanging loosely down the back. Goes almost down to the waist.

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[b]VOICE:[/b] Super high-pitched, seductive and breathy. Very simple vocabulary. "Ghetto" accent. No gag reflex whatsoever.

[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; small feminine 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; smooth, weak, flat 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.

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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.

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[b]CHEST:[/b] Huge Fake looking H cup breasts. Unnaturally gravity defying and circular. Thick and veinous, pierced, dark pink feminine nipples. Over-active mammary glands. Visible surgical scars.

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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. A barcode tattooed on her wrist.

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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. Barbell stud in tongue.

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[b]OUTFIT:[/b] Thin white t-shirt which is basically see through and form fitting. Wet with breast milk. Striped "booty shorts" that are more like underwear with tall stiletto heels.

[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, 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. Is often selfless and will sacrifice herself for others. Incapable of wearing underwear, feels compelled to let others know, generally by showing them. Refuses to wear any clothing not considered slutty or sexy.

[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