Everyone above 18 can enter the tournament. People from all around the world enter the tournament for the money. There are no rules. You fight for sur...ival and most of the times, dignity. The winner gets to decide what happens to the loser. The winner can either let the loser go or rape and humiliate him/her.There's no proper selection of the fighers as well. Infact males vs females is quite common. The amount you recieve depends on how much the audience and the emperor liked your fight. This. He turned roughly, then stomped back up the path, his dress flicking ashe walked, showing off his gleaming white panties. He was completelyunaware of the movement behind the curtain and the leering grin as theold man knowingly watched him, his hand in his trousers stroking himselfas he did so.It was almost nine when he got back in the house and he suddenly feltexhausted, mentally and physically. He walked silently to the lounge dooragain, he listened carefully, he could hear subdued sounds. Just as I was thinking, "as soon as this movie stops I'm outta here" my whole world changed. He let go of his cock with his right hand and grabbed a hold of my head with both hands very hard. He turned my face back towards him and forcefully started to pull my head towards his cock that was now only inches from my face. I tried hold myself away but my back muscles were no match for the power in his arms.I don't know why, but right before the head of his cock got to my lips, my mouth opened and. Come out let me see how gorgeous you look.’ Abla slowly opens the door. She’s wearing one of Alex’s shirts over the little black number. Leaning against the door jamb, she bites her lip. The twinkle in her eye tells Alex he’s in for a very, very pleasant evening. Abla pushes herself off the door jamb. ‘Music,’ she says in her sultriest voice. Alex obediently reaches over and turns on their iPod. Robin Thicke’s ‘Sex Therapy’ begins to play. Moving just a little slower than the slow tune, she.