Round 2

[b]Round Two:[/b]

Martin appeared on a well lit basketball court. The court had a paneled, brown, wooden floor with a shiny finish. The walls were also paneled slats of wood reaching up to a cluster of windows from which sunlight filtered in. Two basketball hoops hung opposite one another across the court.

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Martin looked down to see himself wearing a comfortable, red basketball outfit complete with a loose fitting sleeveless shirt and shorts. His shoes were high top athletic shoes which added an extra few inches to his overall height.

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Martin examined the court with a frown. If that Johnson guy was his opponent he would have a physical disadvantage in a basketball competition; particularly when it came to height. Martin began to stretch out until he heard a click from behind him a few seconds later. When he turned to look, his mouth fell open in shock while his cock jumped to life.

Before him stood the most feminine woman he'd ever seen. She wore a red cheerleader uniform whose color matched his own outfit. She also held two black pom poms.

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Martin could barely process her outfit as his eyes immediately tracked onto her enormous tits. They hung unnaturally perky on her chest and gave her expansive cleavage. Her nipples poked out from the top and Martin could see a few bluish veins. He also spotted a tattoo reading PROPERTY OF but he couldn't see the rest on her left breast. Her top snugly wrapped around her waist which was impossibly tiny while the skirt was flared out around her obviously wide hips and protruding ass. Thick white thighs ran down from her skirt to tall, strappy, red stiletto heels. She had long, sparkly pink nails attached to her delicate little hands. Her platinum blonde hair had streaks of bright pink in it. It was secured in a ponytail which fell to her lower back. Her face was very innocent looking with large, sparkling blue eyes and extremely feminine proportions including fat, bee-stung, pillow lips. A smattering of amateurishly applied makeup coated her face. If Martin had to guess, based on her face alone, he would guess she was sixteen. When she opened her mouth to insert a red lollipop, Martin could see the woman had brightly colored braces which only served to further her innocent schoolgirl look. Around her neck was a red collar with a silver ring around the front. Just above that collar, on the side of her neck was a large bar code tattoo. The woman adopted a feminine pose by putting one hand on her hip which she then jutted outward. She seemed to analyze Martin while she clicked the sucker around her braces.

Martin stared for a few seconds before realizing his mouth was agape. He closed his mouth and shifted his pants, hoping she didn't see his erection. They were a few feet from each other, though, even with her six inch heels, Martin still towered over her. She must have been barely five feet tall without the shoes! As he awkwardly stood near, trying to hide his hard cock, an intoxicatingly sweet aroma wafted into his nostrils. He quickly realized it was oozing out of the woman. His already difficult to manage dick responded to the scent and surged even more until finally he gave up and allowed the obvious tent in his pants to run free.

The woman splayed her legs open a bit and a few drops of white liquid slipped from between her skirt and onto the wooden floor. Was that- was that...semen dripping out of her? Martin found his mouth agape again as the woman's gaze shifted away from him to the court.

She popped the sucker out of her mouth, her voice was high pitched and breathy, "I'm Anderson. You're the new victim I take it? Good fucking luck."

Anderson took a deep breath and wrapped her free hand around her torso, just below her bountiful chest. Her gaze still fixed on the court.

Martin cleared his throat before responding, "I uh- I'm Martin. Anderson huh? Wouldn't have expected that name for a girl like you."

Anderson shook her head, "Well, it won't be for long. Once S.A.M. gets here I'll turn into Annabelle I'm sure. The Doctor let's me have my mind back every once in awhile...mostly as a cruel joke. Word of advice? Don't fight the Doctor. Just get through his little games and get to the end of this thing. I tried to fight him-" Anderson shifted her hips and a rather large glob of cum squirted to the floor, "and that was a giant fucking mistake."

Martin gulped before asking, "Anderson can you help me get out of here? Wherever the fuck here is anyway..."

Anderson coughed out a high pitched laugh. She pulled her left breast out of the top. Her nipples were large, pink, veiny and pierced with a small metal ring. It slowly dripped a few drops of milk. The tattoo surrounding her nipple read, in bold letters, PROPERTY OF DOCTOR GRUNGOT.

Anderson looked down at her tattoo, her tone was quiet and solemn, "There's no hope for any of us."

S.A.M. appeared between the two. He wore a cute little sweatband on his head and a basketball jersey. Martin's gaze was fixed on Anderson who closed her eyes and shook her head a few times as soon as S.A.M. appeared.

Anderson opened her eyes and grew a wide, dopey smile, her voice was filled with a sort of...vacancy, "Hewwo, S.A.M.!" Her sparkling eyes found Martin who had begun struggling with his pants again, "And hewwo to the big stwong hunk in fwont of me! I'm Annabewwa Swut!"

Annabelle began walking towards Martin. Her heels clicked and her hips swayed as she approached. She got right up next to him and stared upwards, her innocent face and eyes were begging for attention. Her hands ran up his rock hard chest while her hips pressed against the tent in his pants. The sweet aroma from before positively gushed out of her. Martin could see directly into Annabelle's cleavage while her dripping, tattooed left tit was still spilling out over her top.

Martin's breathing was coming in heavy and he felt a growing urge to pin this woman down and fuck her senseless. As if Annabelle knew what he was thinking, she bit her fat lower lip with her brace covered teeth and ran her hand over his stiff cock.

"You're pwetty big for me Daddy." She cooed.

Martin growled causing Annabelle to jump. He softly pushed her away and took a few steps back. He could feel his heart racing. He needed to focus on winning the game. The broad was just a distraction!

Once they were separated, Annabelle began to pout while S.A.M. spoke in his androgynous, computerized voice, "Mr. Dawes and Ms. Slut will face off in a free-throw shooting competition. Each contestant will shoot ten free-throws whoever has the most wins."

Once S.A.M. finished speaking a metal rack filled with orange basketballs appeared near the free throw line. Martin ignored the horny bombshell staggering towards him and made his way to the balls.

"Ladies first." Martin insisted as nonchalantly as possible.

Annabelle let out a cute little pout and clicked her way over to the basketballs. She gave Martin an angry glare before pulling one of the balls off the rack and stepping to the line. Clearly, physical sport was not Annabelle's strong point. In fact, a combination of her lack of any discernible muscle, small stature, tall heels, huge tits, long nails and lack of basic coordination or knowledge of basketball technique, she couldn't even throw the ball far enough to make it to the basket. While Martin was by no means a basketball star, he managed to make four out of ten.

When it was over, Annabelle sniffled and began to pout. She turned away from Martin and started sobbing. He approached her slowly.

"Hey- uh- Annabelle. It's okay."

Before he could even react, Annabelle whipped around and, in one swift action, pulled Martin's shorts down exposing his thick, hairy cock. She opened her mouth and bent down, stuffing the head of his penis into her mouth. Martin began to recoil away but stopped short. She was amazingly good! Her soft, plump lips worked up and down his shaft while her pierced tongue wrapped around and pleasured him. Besides, this whole situation had gotten him so stressed out, maybe he needed a bit of release. Martin held his hands on his lower back and opened his legs slightly as Annabelle dropped to her knees. Her aroma started affecting him again and he was swiftly approaching orgasm. Annabelle slurped and released several high pitched, but muffled moans as she smashed her face into his pubes, taking the full nine inches down her throat. Martin ran his hands through Annabelle's silky blonde-pink hair as she worked. She continued to suck while locking eyes with Martin which he enjoyed immensely. Seeing a sexy woman with his cock in her mouth tended to really get him going. She wrapped her delicate arms around his powerful legs and dug her long nails into his flat butt. Her other tit had found its way out of the top and they both jiggled in time with her movements. Martin released a grunt and pressed his hips forward. Annabelle seemed to sense his ejaculation was imminent as she pulled him out of her mouth with a *pop* and pointed his cock at her face while she jacked him off.

Annabelle cooed in her breathy, high pitch, "Cum for me Daddy, this wittle wady needs it!"

Martin sputtered out a pleasured groan as his penis began sputtering out ropes of sticky spunk. A wave of orgasmic pleasure burst across Martin's body. Annabelle directed the warm, salty lines across her face. A few seconds later Martin began slowing down and Annabelle squeezed the last few drops into her mouth. Her face was absolutely covered! Her makeup had begun to run and she fell back onto her ass with a satisfied grin. Martin pulled his shorts back into place over his softening cock and turned away from Annabelle. The scene began to collapse. Martin didn't dare look at Annabelle. For some reason, he felt like he was taking advantage of her in some way even though she came onto him. The last thing Martin heard was the sound of Annabelle giggling.

[b]NAME: [/b]

Martin Lionel Dawes

[b]AGE: [/b]

21

[b]HEIGHT: [/b]

6"02

[b]WEIGHT: [/b]

220 LBS

[b]IQ[/b]

125

[b]HAIR:[/b]

Incredibly short, dark dots of hair cover an otherwise shaved head.

[b]VOICE:[/b]

A deep and gravelly, masculine growl.

[b]FACE:[/b]

Medium/long dark beard and mustache. Thin lips. Low cheekbones and wide, somewhat prominent nose. Small hazel eyes with thick eye brows. Heavy brow and wide, square jaw. Normal sized ears. Wide neck with prominent Adams apple.

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[b]GENITALS: [/b]

Large, thick and veiny 9 inch penis with flared, uncircumsised head. Covered in a jungle of dark pubes.

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[b]UPPER BODY:[/b]

Bulging biceps and forearms that ripple with veins. Dark hair covered chest and muscled shoulders. Pecks are hard and relatively flat. Nipples are small hard and masculine. Stomach is hard, cut and muscled. Upper body literred with dark hair. Hands are large and masculine with rough nails and callouses.

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[b]LOWER BODY:[/b]

Bulging tree-trunk legs which are strong and hairy. Feet are large and masculine with rough nails and callouses. Flat, muscular butt and narrow hips.

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[b]OUTFIT:[/b]

Comfortable red basketball outfit with loose shorts and tall tennis shoes.

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[b]SEXUAL PREFERENCE:[/b]

Dates and has dated exclusively women. Loves drilling a nice wet pussy. Loves making women scream in ecstasy. Likes large tits and big butts (and he cannot lie). Likes seeing women with cum on them (especially if it's his). Enjoys a bit of hair down there and has a preference for long blonde hair up top. Loves cunnilingus and anal. Likes being the boss and having women call him 'Daddy'.

[b]PERSONALITY:[/b]

Extremely driven and quick-witted. A total hothead that's decisive and likes living on the edge. Somewhat provacative and foolhardy. Isn't afraid of anybody or anything. Has very fast muscle memory and advanced general motor skills. A talkative extrovert who exudes confidence.

[b]KNOWLEGE/EXPERTISE:[/b]

Jiu Jitsu expert. Knows multiple fighting techniques other than Jiu Jitsu. Martial weapons expert. Very knowlegable about the human body inclduing fitness and diet (though he couldn't cook to save his life). Learned french exclusively for the ladies.