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 cum, 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 cock or the way her pussy still leaked from earlier abuse....