KO!
Your body hit the floor face first after what amounted to the quickest minute of your life. Mistress Magda, for all of her vices, had quite the strength in combat over you. With every punch, kick, claw or bite, she would brush it off and retaliate with an attack of her own that was twice as hard as your own. She laughed to herself and sauntered over, her hips swaying left and right. "Is that all?~" she teased, bringing her heeled boots down onto your lower back. A sharp pain ran through your mind as you tried to get up and escape with the last remnants of your strength to no avail. Above the both of you, in the games bold, golden lettering would display it's lettering, along with confetti that was of the dominatrix's color palette.
MISTRESS MAGDA WINS!
"Honestly, I feel bad for you. Landing a Five Star character and losing to a One Star without any gear. Not enough to let you walk away though." She dug her heel in harder as you grit your teeth at the pain and would try to make sense of what was going on. "Stars? Gear? What the hell are you talking about? Get off me..." You groaned while Mistress Magda would mull your response over. Her stoic, somewhat stern face would appear slightly amuse as she brought you back up to your feet. In an instant, your arms were bound tight behind your back, any attempt to yank them free only resulting in them tightening further. "Oh, you're fresh meat, aren't you? That makes this even better."
PLEASE WAIT! CHARACTER TRANSFER IN PROGRESS...
The woman smiled, gently stroking your cheek as you would wiggle around. "See, you fight against other people here. Winner takes all, and they mean that literally. But in this case, with you being a higher rank...Well, I won't spoil the surprise. See for yourself." You were about to question her further, to demand some kind of answers when a feeling of vertigo would overwhelm you. Your suited legs wobbled to stay upright while your vision blurred.
Your senses were suddenly overloaded. Thoughts never scrambled as each attempted to piece together the sensations affecting your body. It was a vast nothingness, as of you had ceased to exist one second. Your catsuit wearing form having vanished altogether without the ability to feel much of anything.
After a few merciful seconds, you'd finally feel something at long last. The warm light against your milky white skin exposed from the fight, your female form on display for only your opponent to see. The bright red locks of hair falling across your head, along with the blackened leather harness that pressed hard against your chest and gave a generous amount of cleavage.
Wait, what was that last part?
You looked down at yourself to be greeted by the bust of Mistress Magda. Below her swollen breasts would be all of her attire: the heeled boots that pushed her height up to just above your own, the whip handle that ended in a penile shap that came to rest by her side, her elbow length gloves that had remained untouched after the brawl, everything was here.
You looked up in time to see your former body unhooking itself from its bindings. She stretched and would observe her new character. "Ooooh, fresh out of the box." It was strange hearing your former voice talk to your, as your new expression hardly changed from its annoyed glare. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of this body for you. Much better than that old thing. No skills, no gear, no talent." In a blind fury, you'd charge forward and throw a punch at Neko. She dodged effortlessly, aiming to catch it in her underarm while locking it and leaning her head back to plant a kiss on your cheek.
"Perfect for somebody like you."
With a strong elbow to your head, she'd send you stumbling backwards and then putting a hand on her hip. "Anyway, I'd love to stay and explain the game to a newbie, but I've got better things to do. Good luck getting a new character, hun." She winked, blowing you a kiss while getting her claws out. "You're definitely gunna need it."
The cat burglar took off in a sprint towards the eastern most exit, bounding over the man stretched over the doorway to block such escape. You took off after her just in time to see her making a rooftop get away, leaving you in a building of your own, stuck as a Level One Mistress Magda with nothing.
If your resting bitch face wasn't enough to convey your current mood, it would be hard to say would could. You walked back and would take stock of yourself as you recalled the fight. Ever punch that would crush your defenses, every little sting from that whip that graces your skin. It made you feel... Invigorated.
You could feel your body as if it was on fire, eager for the satisfaction of punishment upon others. It must have been something specific to Mistress Magda, though you weren't sure what it could be. Your external apathetic gaze would glance down at the whip as a part of you grew restless. Surely you could control yourself long enough before Mistress Magda would desire to get you into another fight you couldn't win? Maybe there was something around here that could help?