The roar of the underground fight club was deafening as Roxy Kane stepped back into the chain-link octagon for the championship match.
Three brutal fights. Three devastating losses. Three savage locker-room gangbangs that had left her body aching, her holes swollen and sensitive, and her mind cracked open with a dangerous mix of humiliation and addictive hunger. Her platinum-blonde hair was still damp with sweat and c*m, her skin marked with handprints, bite marks, and fading red welts. She wore only a tiny black sports bra and shorts that did nothing to hide the thick outline of her futa c**k or the way her p***y still leaked from earlier abuse.
But something had changed in Roxy.
The cocky fire in her eyes had been tempered by fire. She was no longer just fighting for money. She was fi
