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Preface: This is a sequel to Roller Derby Girls which I wrote three years ago. I don't usually do sequels as I like to leave something to the reader's imagination at the end of stories. In this case, I had a ton of feedback asking what happens next, especially with Emily. It made me wonder myself and thought it would be worth exploring the next logical phase.

If you haven't read Roller Derby Girls (the original) please do so before reading part 2. It gives the characters backgrounds more detail and explains how they all got into this situation. Part 2 picks up right where part 1 ended.

As for all you die hard fans of the sport of Roller Derby, I have heard all your complaints about how I depicted the sport in the original story. I appreciate all that feedback but I want to reiterate that this is an erotica story about a love triangle not a how to guide on the fundamentals of Roller Derby. The derby is just background for the characters and I made it campy and whimsical. The same goes in part 2. No apologies.

Lastly, this story pushes more boundaries. It contains some BDSM, anal sex, and mother-daughter incest. If these things are not to your liking, you might want to rethink reading it. Otherwise enjoy. MMC

The Roller Derby Girls 2

There I was, Alice Watson, a forty year old, respected mother of two, professional insurance adjuster, bare ass naked in my own bedroom, bent over the footboard of my bed with my ankles cuffed to the posts and my wrists cuffed together, pulled up over my head, dangling from a rope. I wasn't alone. In front of me, laying on the bed was the Amazon roller derby queen, Loganne. She went by Death Demona on the track. She was laid out in front of me, all five foot eleven of her, endlessly long legs, muscled and tone. Her body was sculpted and tan from the long, hot summer. Her barbed wire *quot;Bad Ass*quot; tattoo looked intimidating. Her long black hair was pulled back tight from her face in a high ponytail. Her face was riveting, hypnotic if you stared long enough. Loganne had high cheek bones, bold, light brown eyes that seemed to stare laser beams through you and a wide mouth with plump lips that almost never smiled except for the occasional one sided devil's grin.

I was glad to have Loganne back in my bed after the month long break since she set me right about my feelings. She never spoke much but she knew me better than I knew myself. She had a gift for that and she easily exploited her advantage. Now she was holding the end of the rope that held up my wrists. It was looped over the ceiling fixture that I had recently installed at her request. It was part of an elaborate S