Chapter 7 by Coy-toy

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‘What the hell!’ You think. This can’t really be legal, can it? You **** yourself to calm down, and regain what little composure you had. You cannot afford 10,000 dollars, so at this point you really have ****. “Um... fine, ok I’ll do it.” You whimper out. She smiles and stands, grabbing a thick metal collar.

“Just so you know this is real, this is the collar that will lock around your cute little neck for the next year if you lose.” She laughs sadistically at your widening eyes. “Now let’s go, and get you ready.”

She walks ahead, not even turning back as she knows you will submissively follow. You do, looking at her ass swaying as you do. She leads you into a dressing room with multiple latex outfits outlining all the walls, and two gurls eagerly awaiting to help combatants dress and apply makeup.