Isabel and Kelly got ready to finish the race.

(chapter originally by Bram Lueche at writing.com)

Considering what Kelly had managed to do to her so far, Isabel didn't even want to consider what Kelly would do to her if she dared to disobey her, she shot straight up to her feet, still a bit embarrassed at her appearance in nothing but her underwear.

"Right, let's start the last round," Kelly huffed, slowly returning to her snide and condescending self as the anger disappeared from her voice, though the maliciousness remained "And remember, if you lose, no clothes for you."

Isabel dreaded the outcome of the next round, she was in nothing but her underwear, could she really beat Kelly? She didn't feel confident enough to climb as she was, let alone win the race, especially when she realized how many of the men around her were watching this match intently, ogling every bit of skin she was exposing, Isabel was hoping to god the moisture she felt in her crotch was just the sweat of the workout she's being put through.

As Isabel began climbing...