[CONTINUE]

Hours later, you awake to find your body is contorted in a strange sitting position, with your legs straight out and your neck arched back with your face nestled tight into a round hole.

To your horror, you begin to realize you're trapped inside of a chair, and your face is the seat cushion. Your legs are chained to the floor around your knees, your back is kept in place by the chains connected to the back of the metal throne, painfully digging into your breasts. Finally, your neck is kept in place by a tight metal collar with four chains running to each corner of the seat. You are completely immobilized.

After a couple of hours in silence, you hear footsteps outside the door. The lock opens and in walks Smotherella. You can tell by the bounce in her step that she's just come back from yet another victory in the pit. Ignoring you, she prances over to the corner and slips off her leggings.

She skips over to your chair-shaped prison with a wide grin on her face. As she turns around, you see her ass, like two perfect apples divided by a thin strip of cotton. You don't even have time to protest before your entire face is engulfed by her ass.

"Ahhhhh...." she lets out a satisfied sigh. "Nothing like sitting in my favorite chair after a hard day's work!"

You squirm and writhe underneath her, but it's helpless. You can tell by the strong smell that whoever her last opponent was, she must have been a better fighter than you, cause Smotherella seems to have actually worked up a sweat. Her ass is still a little damp from the sweat, and the odor is overpowering.

She rubs her ass into your face, seemingly invigorated by your panicked breaths against her butt. She giggles and bounces before finally standing up. Just as you think you're getting a moment of respite, you see Smotherella towering over you as she digs into the back of her panties and pulls the thong out of her ass before re-adjusting it and sitting right back down.

After a few more hours under her ass, it finally sets in: this is your life now.