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Chapter 7 by ChooseYourDoom ChooseYourDoom

You've been defeated! What fate awaits you?

Cindy drags you back to her chambers.

Cindy Slaughter drags you across the cold floor, making your panties ride up along the way. Despite the discomfort in your tushie, you don't protest. You stare at the ceiling in silence, contemplating your failure and the bleak future that awaits you. You knew the stakes when you entered the arena, but you were confident it'd be you enjoying a brand new ****.

Your face turns bright pink as you try and fail to forget your humiliating defeat.

As she drags you through the crowded winding halls of the Domina Arena, the crowds of shoppers and tourists mock you. A few even reach out to grab you, fondling your pussy and breasts as they greet your conqueror. A couple even ask for autographs and she describes your swift defeat in agonizing detail.

After this long shameful ordeal, she stops in front of a door in a long row of different colored doors somewhere in the Residential District of the junk city.

She unlocks the door and drags you inside, then drops you like dead weight in what you assume would be a living room. Except it would be, but there's no sofa or chairs in sight, just a red shag carpet and a large wide-screen television mounted on the wall. Curiously, the kitchen nook and open bedroom to your left seem fully furnished.

You look up Cindy from the comfortable carpet as she looks you up and down, eyeing her new prize.

"You know, out of all the opponents I've ever fought, you were the easiest to enslave... it's almost as if this is what you were meant to do." She laughs. "You didn't lose on purpose did you? HAHAHA!"

She kneels down and smushes her face with one hand, the other on her hip.

"Now stay right there. If you try to run, I'll crush your neck between my thighs so fast you won't even be able to enjoy it~"

Her words send a shiver down your spine. Despite her playful tone, you can tell she's dead serious. You can't help but stare at her toned, round ass as she sashays into the bedroom, leaving you alone in the unfurnished living room.

From the other room, you can hear Cindy rattling a cage. "Wakey wakey ****~" she croons.

This might be your only chance. What do you do now?

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