Uh, Bite Her?!

You sink your teeth into her collarbone area and clamp down hard. Heather shouts and starts slapping at you with her hands like she's fighting off a swarm of flies. You start to taste blood before Heather finally punches you square in the jaw, sending you tumbling back.

"Disqualified!" comes the announcer's voice. "Eliza Blackburn is disqualified for this round due to excessive ****!"

You look back at Heather and see clear teeth marks in her flesh oozing blood.

Shit.

"In accordance with FWF regulations Eliza Blackburn has just forfeited this match," the announcer explains. "Giving Heather Hayes not just the win, but a full hour to do as she sees fit with her opponent!"

Double shit!

A woman in a white uniform and a face mask rushes out from the door Heather arrived through with a small medical kit. In under a minute the wound is cleaned and dressed with a small adhesive bandage. Heather rotates her shoulder a bit to test the pain before stalking over to you with fury and satisfaction in her eyes.

"I suggest you comply," she says through gritted teeth. "You don't wanna know what happens to a higher registry fighter who breaks one too many rules."

It dawns on you how very right she is. You literally signed your life away to the FWF. That's how the slavery system is allowed to function. They could practically **** you in broad daylight with no consequences. All you can do is bow your head and hope Heather will be merciful.

She isn't.

To start she puts you onto your knees and **** feeds you her cock. You **** and gag and sputter but can't fight back. Your life may literally depend on it. She finishes by covering your face in cum until you have to wipe it away from your eyes to be able to see.

Apparently thinking you were still breathing too much she follows up the blowjob by lying you down and sitting on your face, smothering you with her pussy. You nearly black out several times and most of her pleasure comes from rubbing against you rather than anything you accomplish, but she does eventually reach climax.

"Now for the main course," Heather spits. "Get down on all fours!"

You can only meekly comply. When she tells you to spread your lips and cheeks you reach between your legs and spread your ass and pussy as best you can with your hands. She leaves you in that pose for what feels like several minutes, letting the viewers at home get a long, in depth look at you. She doesn't warn you before mounting you and drilling into your pussy.

"Tell me how much you love this cock!" growls Heather.

"I love your cock!" you croak out against your will.

Heather makes you repeat this little mantra throughout your session. Much to your embarrassment you start to orgasm. Not from the **** but from the aphrodisiac in the air, you tell yourself.

Heather fills your pussy twice with cum before making another demand.

"Beg me to fuck your ass!"

You're exhausted and just want this to be over. She slaps your ass so hard it feels like some of it came off.

"Beg, bitch!" she screams.

"P-Please...fuck my ass!" you manage.

You smacks you three more times, just as hard. Your vision starts to go dark at the edges.

"Say it like you mean it or I'll beat your cheeks bloody!"

You hate begging. But you'd hate it even more if you passed out in front of a live audience from being beaten like a cheap whore. So you take a few deep breaths and spread your cheeks again.

"Please, fuck my dirty asshole! I need your magnificent cock to fill my ass or I won't make it through the day! I'm an anal slut and I need my fix, please!"

She laughs and says, "Okay. You asked for it."

If anything, she's even rougher on your ass than she was on your pussy. Though, maybe that's just your lack of experience. Whatever the reason it hurts enough to make your vision go dark again. You come out of it after a few seconds and find your face on the floor. Heather hasn't stopped and it's actually starting to feel pretty good...

"Please...Please..." you huff, unsure if you're asking her to stop or keep going.

Heather doesn't seem to hear you and keeps going until an orgasm sneaks up on you. The pleasure seems to spring up from nowhere and never recede. When it finally ends you find that your surroundings have changed...