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Chapter 7 by DarkDeeds DarkDeeds

Do you get her top?

A Dark Revelation

Her top glided over her stomach up to her bra until I brought it to her arms when suddenly I felt her hands grab my wrists. Confused I looked up to her and on her face I saw a bone chilling smile as she withheld a laugh. “This is too precious! You actually think you’re a fighter!”

I was stunned by her words. What exactly was she insinuating? I fought my way to the queen. I’ve fought legends! Who was she to mock me! I launched another punch landing directly onto her cheek. I smiled knowing no one could brush that off but my horror returned exponentially as she looked back at me with her grin even wider. “Lmao, you’re weak even for non-fighters” she spurted nearly busting a gut. My cheeks began to glow as my face contorted with confusion.

“W-what” I stammered as the stranger’s hands pushed my wrists away from her top which relaxed back to its normal position. With new overwhelming strength she took my robe and separated it again revealing my body. Then continued to push it down my arms completely down my body leaving me in my revealing thong. I shrieked with fear and shock “How the hell?! Who are you!?!” I demanded as my voice crackled with panic.

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I tried to get in a defensive stance but the stranger swooped me up by both arms and pressed me up against the wall denying me any defense or dignity. “Oh sweat heart” she began patronizingly as she resecured both my arms with her left hand and began felling my body with her right. “I really am just a fan of yours!” she reiterated as her hand massaged my tits forcing me to hold back an embarassing moan. “Every so often weaklings like you try to fight in the SFL and it’s up to benefactors like me to make it as far as possible. A bribe here and there and I can make any match I please end the way I want!” Her words echoed within me causing me to feel limp and sick.

“N-No. No way! You have to be lying.” I rejected. I plead “there’s no way my whole career was just a big joke.” I couldn’t fathom what was being said to me.

“Oh?” the stranger rebounded “Do you really think a glorious fighter would be dangling helplessly in her panties. By a simple fan no less?” My heart sank as the truth of her words began illuminate my position. Her swift hands began to brush over and between my thighs, and gliding over my tiny panties making me aware of my embarassing juices oozing from my pussy.

Can you fight back?

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