Concealed

Nervous, you joking respond “I gotta admit, I’ve always had a fetish for full hoods...” Mistress Kara chuckles as she helps you put it on, flattening your hair so she can safely zip it up under the included nun veil.

After you are fully dressed Mistress Kara takes her time inspecting you, running her hands over each part of the latex ‘to make sure it snuggle fits.’ She stops just short of your most sensitive areas, and you are surprised at yourself that you wished she would keep going. You don’t get the chance to request it though, as the large woman stands and says “Now, you should relax here and prepare yourself for the match. I’ll come get you soon.”

She walks away, her lucious ass swaying elegantly behind her. You find yourself staring and daydreaming after her until she is gone, when you snap out of it and go find a locker. You decide to rest on the bench in-front of it, and look around, scoping out your fellow competitors. The two nearest to you are fully stripping, which means you can’t tell what they will be. A few of the fighters are in eloquent latex outfits, and by the tiers you can guess who they are. A slightly older white lady dressing in a latex red and white riding outfit may be the trainer of tier five, and the tall extremely muscular black lady in a tiger themed latex getup that must be from tier two.

Too nervous of what’s to come to casually chat with fellow fighters, you just sit and allow your mind to roam. You imagine dirty scenarios of what it will be like to win and have your way with some of these women... or the scary but sexy consequences of failure. You don’t notice the time passing until Mistress Kara’s hand touches your shoulder, knocking you out of your fantasies.

“Looks like you were in la la land sweety. I can’t help but wonder what you were fantasizing about that let you zone out in the middle of so many Mistresses. But it’s time to wake up, you have a match!” You get up and follow the head Mistress down two long corridors before you arrive at a door with a large rumble of a crowd outside. “Now wait here until you are called, and good luck!” She bends down and kisses your forehead, a very sweet act if you were not in a scandalous fetish outfit about to sexfight infront of a crowd and cameras.

You stand still where she left you, fidgeting with nerves as you wait. After what feels like an eternity you hear a female voice announce over a loudspeaker “Ladies, welcome to the first of many matches this weekend! We start off tonight with a tier one match with a very cute newbie. Please say a prayer for the Nun!”

With that you enter through the doors and into the caged ring. The bar is now full to the brim with fetishwear clad ladies, all cheering at your sexy latex form. You do the first thing that comes to mind, and put your hand on your hip, striking a pose and standing proud before them.

The announcer continues “and now, the veteran with a 75% win ratio against newbies, the bad girl of the ring, put your hands together for the Punk!”

Emerging from the door at the opposite side of the cage is a heavily tattooed girl. Probably only about 20 years old herself, she is wearing latex pants with a slit exposing her bare pussy and ass, a waist corset, and rocker boots. Her lips show two snake bite piercings, as well as two small loop piercings through her exposed nipples. Her hair is bright orange and cut into a mowhawk with her sideburns left long. Her left arm has a full sleeve of colorful tattoos, while her right shoulder has a realistic torn claw mark tat. She walks out and gives a middle finger to the crowd, before giving it to you. She obviously enjoys playing the part of the villain, and has deviant plans for you.