Chapter 7
Can you struggle free? Or is this how your first skirmish ends?
Your first loss
You figured there was no point in struggling now. You let your arms limply fall to your sides, giving up any futile resistance Adrianna’s attempts to ‘finger-fuck’ you, as she so eloquently put it. At this point you hoped you’d mercifully pass out before you felt any sensation of the latina’s fingers entering you.
Unfortunately for you, Adrianna decided to loosen her sleeperhold just enough for you to stay conscious, but tight enough to keep you secure. “Awww, almost forgot to keep you awake for the best part chica! Hope you’re ready...”
You weakly shook your head. “No...No, please, don’t...!”
Adrianna ignored your pleas, and slowly reached into your bikini bottoms. She started off surprisingly gentle, delicately stroking the outside of your slit. You softly sighed in relief and arousal; the latina’s soft strokes eased the ache from your earlier cuntbusting. Adrianna smiled when she took notice of your pleasured sighs. “You like that, huh? Your boyfriend ever touch you like this?”
“Nuh-uh...mmm...s-single,” you managed to softly reply between strokes. You closed your eyes, completely lost in a wave of bliss.
“Ha! Really? No shit? Figured a hot blone bitch like you would be sleeping with some football player right now...” Adrianna’s smile turned ruthless. “Well, hope you like this!”
Without warning the latina girl roughly shoved her middle finger into you. She gyrated her hips with each thrust, forcing you to do the same. Meanwhile her middle finger twirled around inside you, shortly before Adrianna shoved her index finger inside you as well.
“Oohhh...oh fuck, it hurts...!” You bit your lip, trying to stifle another moan. “Ohhh...! Mmmph...! Please...oof...please stop...!”
“Damn, you are really tight! Bitch you telling me you’re a virgin?!” Adrianna’s incredulous look quickly turned to satisfaction. “How’s it feel to get fucked by....what was it you called me...? A ‘beaner bitch’? Okay, Cali-girl lookin’ whore, say my name!”
The latina’s fingers thrusted harder, faster. Your breathing got faster too, as you moved your hips in rhythm with each thrust. “I-It’s...ghhmm...Adri...aahhh! A-Adrianna...!” Your vision blurred from tears dripping down your face. You wanted to lose your virginity to a nice man, after a nice little ceremony by the beach. Not to a tattooed Mexican girl during some bikini wrestling match, just to pay off student loans.
The latina licked your tears up and ran her tongue across your cheek, making you shudder. “Awww, don’t cry little white bitch! It’s only your first skirmish! Here, I’ll give you your first orgasm too!!”
Soon enough the pressure in your lower torso began to build. As Adrianna moved her fingers in and out of your tight clit, you felt yourself getting closer and closer. Until finally you couldn’t hold it in anymore. Your screams of pleasure tore through your throat and filled the room, and you released all over your new bikini bottoms. You rested limply against Adrianna’s body, feeling the softness of her chest against your back. You looked up at her with empty eyes, totally drained of any fight. “P-Please, just...knock me out already...”
“With pleasure.”
And with that, Adrianna wrapped you in a sleeperhold and choked you unconscious, your last sound being a delicate soft sigh.
_Fuck... I gotta call Clarissa..._you thought before everything went black.
While you lay unconscious, the judges conversed with Adrianna about who she’d pick for her next skirmish opponent. After that the latina made a few victory poses for the judges’ cameras, a couple of which involved her placing a foot on your perky breasts.
By the time you woke up, everyone had left, and you found a piece of paper with Adrianna’s number stuck in the front of your bikini bottoms.
You got up and put on your t-shirt and jeans, but the aching pains and erotic feelings from Adrianna’s domination made it incredible difficult.
When you got back to your apartment, you passed out on the couch. “At least it’s just the first skirmish,” you thought before drifting off.
What do you do when you wake up? Call Clarissa? Call Adrianna? Go shopping for a lucky bikini?
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College Bikini Beatdown
Your college bikini wrestling story
You’re a sweet young college girl in desperate need of paying off your student loans. When your college starts a bikini fighting tournament, complete with cash prizes for the top three girls, you figure it’s a good a place as any to earn some quick cash. Most of the girls you’ve seen around school are usually rich preppy girls, living on their daddy’s money. Hardly a challenge, right? What could be easier than strapping on a bikini and wrestling down a few girls who don’t know how to fight for shit? Turns out you’re in a for a surprise: tons of muscled women from the athletic clubs are joining in. Many of whom have been in street fights, and know how to use dirty tactics; hair-pulling, cuntbusting, and breast-punching are totally within their purview. Does a small college girl have what it takes to win? Or will you be utterly dominated?
Updated on May 28, 2019
Created on May 23, 2019
With every decision at the end of a chapter your game state can change. Here are your current variables.
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