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Underground Fighting Supermodel Organization Championship Tournament Round One


3. Abby Dowse (5-2) vs 14. Keeley Hazell (3-4)


“And here we have the old woman, fat belly dancing slut to fight me,” Abby said in the cage. She got injected with serum. The changes in and on her body were instantaneous. Abby always had a temper, but her rage reddened her face. She whipped around, reached through the cage, and grabbed a UFSO staff member by the neck. “THE injection IS Done!!” She shouted, throttling him.


Avi made electric sparks at the cage ceiling to make the two combatants look at one another. It wasn't often the fighters lashed out at staff or audience members, but tensions were high for the tournament. Abby let go of the man's throat, feeling like he had done a little extra with the needle. Everybody wanted Abby's perfect body. She was blonde with a tiny waist and big boobs. She wore a sparkly blue bikini with gold rope straps. Abby had this all planned out. She had one vial of serum to smoke and a little extra. Smoking one vial had allowed her to destroy Emily. The UFSO was cheap with their fight rewards here, but Abby could make the semifinal with Nikki and smoke a vial and a half to ensure victory, and have about that much left for whoever emerged on the other and the weaker side of the bracket – maybe Bianca.


“Belly dancing was my thing last fight,” Keeley said. “I think I'll be twerking this fight!” Keeley, the British fighter, dropped it (her booty) like it was hot. She squatted low and shook and gyrated her hips, making her ass cheeks jiggle and shake. Her giant boobs also bounced up and down. Keeley wore black panties with a white lace ruffled band.


“You're ratchet and extra,” Abby said, “trying to be hip. I'll dance over your corpse!” Abby was really happy with her line and ready to fight.


“I prefer my boobs blonde,” RoboMic said, “and jiggling mounds with nipples.”


“That's one of your dumber comments,” Avi said. “Boobs don't have hair.” Avi shook his head.


“Don't get me wrong,” RoboMic, the fat blond man added; “My cyborg dicks are all hard, but I wish you were blonde and belly dancing.”


Keeley had dyed her hair brown. Her locks were long, dark, and curly. She had a belly-button piercing in. She turned around to twerk so that RoboMic and the commentators could see her titties shake. RoboMic's black sunglasses slipped down. He continued ogling. Abby had another great line about hair dye and Keeley gonna die and get killed, but then it got confused in her head, and she just wanted to kill the thot in front of her. Keeley said, “Can't do much about my hair now, but what about down here?” Keeley pulled at her panties, showing a tease of her vag. She was shaven, but figured she could act like pubes and landing strip were blonde.


“I...” RoboMic stammered. “I'm more into pussy than I used to be.”


“Because you're finally getting some!” Keilah said in her blue cat spandex one piece suit. It was skin tight and showed massive cleavage and her navel. “I don't even have a dick, but I want to be behind Keeley when she's twerking. Seeing her pussy lips make me horny.” RoboMic shook his head. Avi fluffed his Afro with a pick and closed his eyes. RoboMic was hard to work with sometimes. Keilah said, “You're being stubborn! Here.” Keilah got up. The busty Korean American brunette walked over to the half-robot's side of the table. She pulled her tits out and shook them. RoboMic's long black knobby scorpion dick smacked into and between her jiggling mounds. “EEK!” Keilah yelped. She turned around and twerked over RoboMic's lap to prove that this was very sexy too. Keilah pulled the spandex barely covering her vulva.


RoboMic had cameras in his body and more than one set of eyes. He hadn't used these things much, but figured he'd give them a try. The big veiny monster that had been against the great tits, thwapped Keilah hard between the shoulder blades. There was a sliding compartment for that dick and another one. He used the camera on his other dick, and it was like seeing two screens for 3D porn! RoboMic could see Keilah's titties and sideboobs from the level of his sunglasses and he could see pussy from his newly gold covered member. He tried to shove his gold dick into Keilah, but only got the head to tease the moist sensitive flesh. RoboMic said, “OG! I see ya POINT! OOO!!” Two fountains of jizz went all over. Keilah jumped out of the way of most of it. Avi's dark brows forked. If one set of genitalia masturbating was awesome, imagine two places having simultaneous emissions! RoboMic nearly malfunctioned and shut down. Staff hurried over to clean up the mess.


“No!” Avi shouted. “RoboMic, bad! You clean up your mess! It's punishment!”


“But I work here!” RoboMic said. “My commentary is super important! Cleaning is beneath me!”


“Don't be an elite snob,” Keilah said. “I'll help you clean.”


“No you won't,” Avi said. “That would be distracting to the fans and the sexy fighters in the cage waiting patiently. Just the fat man. He will be ignored.” RoboMic sighed, grunted, and got out of his chair. The thought of cleaning made him flaccid. He took the towels and cleaning materials from the staff men and women who were glad to not have to clean his mess. RoboMic would take five times as long to clean and not do near as good of a job, but it was the principle of the thing.


And Abby wasn't waiting patiently. Keeley had been watching the shenanigans. Abby started her fight early again, punting Keeley between the legs. The bikini model blonde, Abby, raked her nails over Keeley's big tits, carving bloody streaks into the mammary flesh. Avi sounded the gong on his phone. Keeley shook her head backwards and threw elbows. Abby kneed her rival in the side and back of her knee. Abby tried to trip the brunette, but it didn't really work. Abby tried to gauge out Keeley's eye, proving she hadn't learned her lesson after losing to Nikki. Abby left a scratch on Keeley's cheek.


The buxom Brit whipped around and kicked Abby in her petite waist. The Barbie dished out a lot of damage, but Keeley believed Abby couldn't take a lot in return, and that's how Keeley could get the win. Keeley threw a punch. She was distracted by Abby's top, and wanting to rip that off. Her knuckles hit boob. She had stupidly left her legs open, and got kicked in the crotch again. Keeley grabbed Abby's boobs and said, “That's some high quality rope y—ugh...” Keeley got belted in the belly. Abby used Keeley's belly-button piercing as a target which cut up her knuckles, but made Keeley's eyes roll. Keeley had to strike Abby back in the stomach before the blonde landed too many solid blows. Abby grabbed Keeley's hair and rammed her shoulder into the Brit's face. Keeley swallowed some blood and gasped. She surprised herself blocking Abby's punch aimed at her face.


The tan golden haired bikini model, Abby, yanked her slut rival's curly locks. There was so much on Keeley that Abby wanted to hit, hurt, and destroy: neck, face, tits, pussy, etc. Abby's knuckles stung from tearing up and chipping Keeley's navel piercing down to nothing. Abby got healing energy there and rocketed a punch into Keeley's guts. The bitch moaned and hunched. Abby could hear the air escape Keeley's cum guzzling throat. Keeley karate chopped Abby's arm down, and Abby did not like how much power the topless jobber had on that. Abby kicked Keeley across the belly. The brunette's big tits draped over Abby's leg. She cried and tried not to shriek with her dumb whore mouth open. Abby dropped her leg, leaving Keeley bent. She slammed her arm and fist across the dangling udders of her foe. The jugs indented and rippled. Abby opened her fist to jab nails into a tit and nipple. The stab would've done more if Keeley hadn't been knocked onto her ass.


Abby stood over Keeley and taunted already. The blonde bikini model, Abby, turned around and twerked, shaking her rump. Keeley sat up. The brunette put her hands up to block, getting a tailbone knocked into her nose. Abby tried to grab Keeley's nose with her ass cheeks. She stomped the Brit's stomach and pussy. Keeley grabbed Abby's bikini bottoms and pulled. The well constructed suit stayed intact, and the bottoms went crooked so the cloth was at Abby's hip. Abby's sensitive crotch was rubbed by the rope. Keeley socked Abby in the back of the leg. Again, it was more power than Abby expected. She bent her knees. She got socked in the Cerebellum. She got uppercut on the rope pressing her vaginal lips apart far. “YEE! F-fucking CUNT!” Abby screamed. Keeley got up with help from the cage and sat on Abby's back. Abby crashed to the concrete, but stopped high damage by putting her arms down first. She elbowed Keeley in the boob.


“Now that's what I call crotch-roped!” Keeley shouted, squatting over the writhing blonde. Keeley grabbed Abby's hair and hit her opponent in the face. Abby rolled over onto her back. Keeley dipped her pussy down against Abby's navel, and pushed her knees into Abby's hourglass curves on the sides. Keeley snatched Abby's bikini top by the rope and tried to strip her. Abby attempted to punch Keeley in the temple. The brunette's hand slipped off the rope. Abby's fist hit boob. Keeley leaned over again. Abby thought this broad's dangling fat sacks looked cheap and bought. She kicked Keeley in the back of her head, stretching more than she was comfortable with. Abby sent serum recovery into her leg and crotch, which was really being rubbed raw by rope now. The British whore groped Abby's tits over the bikini cloth. Abby sent nails poking at Keeley's eyes. Keeley let go of Abby's tits to dodge. Abby scratched Keeley's face and rocked back and forth to upend the fat lingerie model.


Both models got to their feet, circling one another. Abby fixed her bikini bottoms. She said, “I'll use the rope on my suit to tie you up, gag you, and more when you've lost!”


The curly haired brunette, Keeley, didn't react. She put her hands behind her neck, crouched, and shook her ass again, twerking. It made her booty cheeks and big tits shake and flop. Keeley predicted that Abby would want to abuse her stomach more. Keeley's navel piercing was down to a sharp nub. She forced healing energy into her belly. Sure enough, Abby tried to kick Keeley in the flank. Keeley blocked. Abby slammed a punch into Keeley's jaw and lower ear. Keeley could see Abby's eyes looking low. Keeley said, “Twerk to sumo!”. She pulled her own arms back, which made her tits jump, trying to force out energy from her midsection dermis. Abby threw a left hook at Keeley's mouth to get her to shut up, but the belly bump created the needed space for Abby's attack to miss by inches. Abby was also knocked off balance. She stumbled into the cage – furious.


“I BET you Won't try that again, SLUT!” Abby shouted. She clenched her fists. It was so easy to bait such a sloppy and desperate fool. Keeley jumped forward, thrusting her pelvis. Abby kneed her in the belly. This dumb bitch was like a sumo wrestler. Abby got knocked into the cage again. She put her hands up to block. They got rocketed, leaving her face open. Abby ducked. An uppercut split her lips open. Her knees collided with Keeley's, and Abby somehow got the worst of that, getting her adversary's patella pumped into her pussy. Abby got socked in the mouth. She felt the blood fly. Her flailing punch turned into a yank at Keeley's hair. Abby got belted in the eye. Skin was cut. Abby's head was getting sent in multiple directions and she could barely keep yelps contained. She got a lucky block, and sent a knee higher than the past few. It plowed into Keeley's milky teat. Abby slammed an elbow across the whore's mouth. She felt her arm hit teeth. Crimson spritzed off the brunette's lips as she'd been countering with an upward punch. Knuckles hit Abby's throat and chin. Abby gasped and blinked away tears. Then Keeley got way too close to her too quickly.


The lingerie model, Keeley, headbutted Abby in the face. Abby squealed. Her head was pressed against the cage. Her nose dripped blood onto Keeley's head. Abby jammed fingernails into Keeley's ear, and used her other hand to punch Keeley's abs. Keeley reached behind Abby's neck to find the clasp for her bikini top. That was easier to break than the rope. Abby got kneed hard in the thigh. She took a jab punch in the torso. Keeley's giant rack covered Abby's newly exposed breasts. Abby's boobs were firm like magical orbs for now, but a couple bashes and squishes had them softer and hurting. Keeley attacked Abby's arms to keep them up high. The lowly Brit was dominating Abby with belly bumps and titfighting! Abby couldn't believe this. She couldn't lose now! Despite the pain in her face, she used her head like a battering ram. Keeley dodged. Abby's nose hit her rival's shoulder. “AHH!” Abby cried.


The topless broads were in such close quarters. Their breasts sometimes docked, but there was a lot of fitting and molding like a jigsaw puzzle. RoboMic would say jugsaw puzzle. Keeley kneed Abby in the crotch. A silent arena would've heard the impact. Abby wailed and moaned. Keeley kept Abby's wrists pinned high to the cage. Abby thrashed trying to get her arms down, but knocking them into sex toys. Abby kneed Keeley in the crotch, feeling camel toe. Abby got a hand around the biggest dildo in the arena. It was hard to jerk off its hanger and really needed two hands. Keeley rammed her head into Abby's neck. Abby hollered in anguish. The shake from contact and Abby's wriggle got her arm down enough to bash Keeley over the head with the dildo. It made the old hag back up.


Abby fingered the dildo like she was locked and loading a gun. She aimed it at Keeley who fingered herself briefly past black lace undies. Keeley found herself enjoying the sexual fighting with her mounds lactating, where Abby was full of hate for her foe and only wanted to win, kill, and be rewarded. Abby punted Keeley so hard in the punta, the black cloth on the Brit's panties mashed into her private area and shredded a bit. Abby released as much fake jizz as she could at Keeley's face. Globs of sticky white goo went over the fugly thot's face. Keeley had turned her head and got an arm up to subdue the powerful force of this bad boy sex toy. Chunky semen slipped and slopped onto the brunette's heavy milk bag bosoms. Abby gripped the black tree trunk of a fake dong with two hands, and slammed it across Keeley's stomach, pulverizing the belly-button piercing and hopefully Keeley's insides. Keeley gasped, choked, and spurted on cum. She couldn't scream. Blood came out of her mouth. Abby was glad, but Keeley didn't hunch over right. She got to stand tall and then Abby saw a kick coming. Keeley's foot hit Abby right between the legs. Abby's pubic bones took the impact. Abby's eyes crossed. That hurt so badly! Her bikini bottoms were stuck in her snatch now. She put her hands down to fix it. She still held the dildo. She didn't want to release it. Keeley moved fast again! It was infuriating! The Brit turned like she was gonna twerk – only she jumped. Her ass slammed into Abby's hands. The big black aesthetic hit Abby's teeth and went into her mouth, choking her. The tubby lard sack, Keeley, landed on Abby's ankle. Abby yowled but it came out “MMMFF!!”


Keeley couldn't believe her luck! She fired an elbow into Abby's neck and collar. She spun around with her stomach aching, but having been spared from critical injury by a previous energy hold there. Keeley karate chopped Abby on the other side of her neck before the topless blonde could pull the monster cock from her mouth. Keeley jumped to avoid the thing falling on her feet and toes. It clunked on the concrete. More artificial liquid spurted from the penis tip on the ground. All of the topless blonde's body got tense. There were tears and blood in her eyes. She couldn't help but tremble and suck for Oxygen feverishly. Abby put a desperation punch into Keeley's face. Gore went flying. The busty brunette twirled from the vicious velocity and pounds of weight plowed into her mouth and mandible. Fan emotions were being played with the ups and downs of this fight. Keeley was so dizzy. She went with it. She thought she saw Abby approach and kicked like a donkey as hard as she could, knowing now that she was gonna fall because of it. Keeley's heel blasted Abby in the guts. The blonde's eyes bulged. She buckled with her ass flesh getting indented by the cage wiring. The underdog fighter's huge breasts hit the ground and saved her chin from getting split on the concrete. Keeley still got a bit of whiplash. Her nipples released watery lactate because of all the hormones purposefully put in the serum affecting her chest. Keeley's ass clenched and almost ripped off her panties with no hands.


The blonde favored fighter was in disbelief. She couldn't catch a break and it wasn't fair! She was in such shock and distress she couldn't think straight. She had stupidly tried to go after Keeley after landing a big punch, but who could've guessed that kick?! Abby wished she had smoked serum for this fight. Her legs trembled. Instead of just sitting down, showing weakness, and forcing healing energy into her neck which needed it most; Abby was too proud. She remained hunched and halved her healing energy. She wanted the control. She needed it. She pushed warm healing energy into her arms too, wanting to power up a punch to really end the curly haired cunt. Keeley, Abby's new most hated person on the planet, got to her feet, tearing off her panties while adjusting them or whatever. The whore probably wanted to touch herself from being in the intimate graces of such a babe and goddess like Abby. Abby cocked her arm back to punch. Keeley kicked Abby's wrist.


Then the nude dancing fighter turned around for a fatal twerk. She got her ass at Abby's face level. She shook that rump. Her tailbone hit Abby in her already bloodied and mashed nose. Abby's head shot back. Her neck couldn't take the strain after all the other blows there designed to make her vulnerable like this. The twerking made Abby's head bounce around. Her neck gave off pops and little cracking noises that fans couldn't hear over their cheering. Abby's daze and bloody face were clear though. This was going to be the first big upset of the tournament. Keeley grabbed Abby's hands while twerking and shoved Abby's arms through the cage wiring. The booty bumping to an injured neck and head finished Abby's will and energy.


The winner's serum dart hit Keeley between her sagging melons. The brunette's engorged tits instantly expanded and acquired perk and form even though they'd still looked delicious battered. Keeley moved away from Abby and heard the blonde's neck crack as her head lolled down near her cleavage. Abby bled and drooled on herself. She was beyond being able to gasp for breath. The extra serum made Keeley recall scrolling the league page and all the smack Abby had talked. This fueled Keeley's anger. Abby was so mean, calling almost everyone in the tournament ugly, hideous, chubby, washed up, old, etc. All of those had been used to describe Keeley, and Abby had even allowed fans to comment on her posts to see what they thought would be the best way to humiliate Keeley after she lost. Keeley hadn't been mad about their relatively unimaginative ways of finishing her. She was most vengeful about Abby saying that Keeley just being herself and losing was ultimate humiliation.


“What's the ultimate humiliation for Abby?” Keeley shouted. “She was supposed to win!” Fans cheered. Keeley put a hand to her ear to act like she was listening to fan suggestions. She was too pumped up for that, and her mind was made up. Abby hated RoboMic. The fat cyborg had stopped cleaning his mess ages ago, and Keilah had propped her feet up on his folds like he was an oversized Ottoman. Keeley said. “RoboMic! Abby would hate nothing worse than being fucked by you! Get you and your tentacles in here to do us both, NOW!!”


The fan volume went through the roof. RoboMic got to his feet, almost flipping Blue Cat Keilah out of her chair. RoboMic did not need serum to be horny. He wore black which was slimming on his portly cyborg proportions, but had his hands all inside the baggy clothes revealing very peach skin. The cage was opened for RoboMic. Abby gasped and tried to get her hands free. “NOOO!!” Abby screamed, gathering the last of her strength to resist. She tried to shake her own head just to break her own neck, but was unable to. Keeley socked Abby in the pussy, and the crunch could be heard this time. Abby convulsed and couldn't hold back a squirt and pee. Keeley ripped through the rope with her added strength. She grabbed Abby's bikini top from the ground and used the ropes of the bikini to tie Abby's wrists secure to the cage grating. The naked blonde could not get free now. RoboMic's seven different colored tentacles appeared from his ribs. He could've held Abby in place, but didn't need to, so different suction cups and squid-like limbs just squeezed her bimbo doll body and sucked her tits, nips, and private areas. She was bound, and at least she'd be getting some gold. She'd get the 'best' of RoboMic's dicks, the gold one, which was arguably the worst of his penises, meant mostly for show and his own pleasure. RoboMic's tentacles also groped and looked to battle with Keeley for their flirting.


The cyborg left his baggy black khakis drooped, showing plumber butt and a fat blond hair ass beginnings. This allowed his crotch compartment to stay up and for him to shove his gold dick into Abby's mouth, gagging her, and making her suck his shlong. Keeley jumped onto RoboMic's back with endless “fuck me” energy. RoboMic loved the feel of her titties on his back. He was so into fornicating, his sunglasses fell off and he sucked back in his tentacles by accident. He used multiple eye sensors to see and feel everything. His moaning sounded hideous like a distressed walrus, but he was very pleased. His cries drowned out the cuter ones of Keeley and Abby. RoboMic entered Keeley with his long scorpion-like tail of a black dick. That member could wrap around his body to snake up and into Keeley with her shoving her tits in his face, kissing him, humping, and doing whatever with her legs wrapped around his man boobs chest.


The nice thing for the defeated blonde was that RoboMic's ejaculate suffocated and killed her since she was going to resist enjoying anything. After losing one load, RoboMic moved his two second recharging gold boner down into Abby's pussy. Keeley was having such a good time, she squeezed too hard with her arms around RoboMic's neck and beheaded him. He was a cyborg, so this didn't do anything but reveal circuitry and cords that probably shouldn't be messed with too much. His brain stem looked like a gray vacuum cord (keep in mind RoboMic hated cleaning), but it was hard like a pipe. The robot's head popped off and bounced around in the naked blonde's cleavage. RoboMic stuck out his tongue and with every thrust of his dick in Abby, his head flipped around like a ball on a trampoline. It was boob and weird kinky sex heaven for RoboMic. His own dick wrapped around his fat body tricked him into thinking he was fucking three chicks. His third penis which wasn't even in action, blew a load in his pants that busted through the zipper of his pants.


Keeley had felt so good dancing, that she stood on RoboMic's shoulders to wiggle and belly dance while getting railed by the long black cyborg dick directly up into her private area. She had to duck so her head wouldn't hit the cage ceiling. RoboMic's headless body was super sturdy, so she could climb it and use it like a jungle gym with the dick going wherever she went with little to no problems or resistance. Keeley clung to the cage ceiling with her lactating tits sucked by gravity. She squealed and released a lot of cum all over RoboMic and Abby. RoboMic was ready to lose it in Abby with his head still between her tits and his dick in her still moist and warm pussy. The jolt he gave her body pulling out caused his head to bounce and flip. The tip of the gold member connected with the brain stem in the severed head like a transformer or Power Rangers making Megazord. When RoboMic let loose his load, his blushing and perverted happy face said, “WEE!!” His robot head hit Abby in the chin, breaking her mandible and neck so loud over the cheering crowd noise. More RoboMic goo went all over – and he wouldn't have to clean any of these emissions up.


Keeley fell on top of RoboMic and they had another five to ten minutes of sex with the robot body on the ground, RoboMic 'whooping', and reattaching his head to his body.


“There were too many finishes in this one to count,” Avi said. “Doesn't take away from a big win from Keeley and Fatality! She moves on to face Carmen next. What a surprise!”

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Underground Fighting Supermodel Organization Championship Tournament Round One

8. Sara C (3-0) vs 9. Camilla Pointdexter (3-0)

The two fierce competitors stared at one another in the cage. Sara wore a strapless black bikini top with black bottoms and a thin black mesh cover-up hanging over her shoulders. It was deceptively durable. Sara, the bone breaking Romanian, had a score to settle with Camilla, who had destroyed Mandy's chances of making the tournament. Camilla and Sara hadn't really talked, but the body language, tension when they were close, and the way Camilla bumped Sara on purpose and glared in the past was begging for a fight. Camilla, the kickboxer, street fighter, and former reality tv roughhousing broad had beautiful mocha colored skin. Her black hair was long and wavy. The black leathery swimsuit she wore had a lavender leaves design and couldn't have been more seductive. A thin line of cloth went up Camillia's spine to the nape of her neck where it split. The suit straps in the front went over her collar and got bigger over her nipples like pasties where the cloth stopped, leaving ebony sideboob and underboob on display. Camilla wore black fingertip gloves and pulled a black belt in her hands. Camilla's dark eyes looked playful and excited as she put the belt between the open links of the cage. Sara took off the material over he shoulders and put it in the cage linking too. They both wanted to defeat and tie up the other one.

Avi said from the commentators' table, “It's crazy that two of three undefeated fighters are facing here in the first round, but that's just how the rankings had played out. The winner will get the undefeated Nikki next.” Neither woman proclaimed that the winner would be she. They clenched their fists. The atmosphere was electric. Avi sounded the gong to start the fight.

The brunette fighter, Sara, was perhaps too excited for this battle and started with an overzealous lunge. She led with an elbow. It got blocked. She punched Camilla in the midsection. A sharp stomp slammed into Sara's ankle. She got kicked in the calf. Her upward punch hit Camilla's underboob. Camilla grabbed Sara's hair just long enough to force Sara's face in the way of a punch. Sara's entire jaw shook around. The pain went all over her head. When Camilla punched, she really followed through, and Sara was dazed. The black babe ended the attack in a crouched position vulnerable to attack, but Sara couldn't get her limbs to react in time. Camilla kneed Sara between the legs and Sara got feeling back. A punch hit Sara's throat, warming her up for later neck snapping and or decapitation. Sara's head shot backwards. She got her arms up and entangled with Camilla's. Her inner thigh got kneed, making her leg bend. That ankle got stomped. Camilla swung her arms wildly. Sara grit her teeth. Her attacked leg hurt a lot, but she used that one to mash her knee cap into Camilla's crotch. Both women had strong legs and cores and wrestled hard enough for their nipple covering outfits to not stay put.

Camilla lowered her shoulder into Sara's mouth, getting a MFL exaggerated splash of blood. Camilla lifted Sara under the armpits. She rocketed her knee into Sara's belly to give extra lift. Camilla latched her nails into the back of Sara's black strapless swimsuit top. Sara grabbed Camilla's ear with one hand, and socked the dark skinned fighter repeatedly in the mouth with her other hand. They were short but vicious strikes, drawing blood. Camilla slammed Sara onto the concrete, trapping her own hand behind Sara in the process. The Romanian's tits flopped out from the ground impact, and Camilla tore off Sara's top getting her hand out from under her. Little specks of blood from Camilla's face dropped onto Sara's naked chest and sexy stomach. The legs and hips of the models moved rapidly. Their thighs twisted and their crotches rubbed with zero breathing room. Sara realized just how good Camilla was. Perhaps she had received similar jujitsu training. Sara tried to punch Camilla in the face, but the black chick sat back and got hit on her boob. The sticky adhesive on Camilla's suit was diluted with sweat. The punch from Sara shook Camilla's chest so much that her big bosoms and nipples became fully visible. Camilla punched down, grazing Sara's head. She reached back to tear off the ruined suit at the spine strap. She accidentally gave herself a wedgie which Sara felt trying to trap Camilla's leg for submission. Camilla wriggled her powerful ass to get situated and drilled Sara in the nose with a punch.

The fight was going to get bloody fast. Sara coughed on the plasma leaking from her nostrils into her gasping mouth. She grabbed Camilla's hair to slam her head, but the topless tv star put a hand down to catch herself. She jammed a palm into Sara's face. Sara slammed knuckles into the same side of Camilla's face she'd been working on. Her knuckles hit hard teeth and mandible, but then went into the squishy cheek and the mouthful of blood. Sara's next fist punch scored flesh near Camilla's eye. Camilla flailed her legs, giving up her mounted position. She squatted and got to her feet way before Sara could. As Sara stood, she had to block a kick aimed at her neck. Sara staggered and backed into the cage. A kick smashed into her flank, rearranging her insides. Sara grit her teeth, calling on her toughness to help. Camilla wound up a punch, and Sara threw one of her own to combat it. Their knuckles hit together, and Sara's arm got batted into the cage as expected. It was better than getting hit in the face like that again, and Camilla put too much on her attack again. This allowed Sara to kick Camilla in the navel. That got Sara the separation she needed to stand and gather herself.

Sara had expected Camilla to talk smack. Sara said, “Nothing smart to say, bitch?!”

“I know you a bad bitch,” Camilla said. She kicked Sara's calf.

The stern gaze Sara got, she now interpreted as respect. Sara wanted this match, but maybe it would've been better later in the tournament. It was going to be a real shame for whoever lost. Camilla stomped Sara's toes, but Sara got her foot out from underneath her rival. Camilla had stepped up to attack, but backed off and sent a high kick. It didn't go as planned. Her ankle hit Sara's butt. Sara ducked a punch and headbutted her opponent in the navel. Sara slammed open palms into Camilla's big breasts. As predicted, Camilla kicked low into Sara's leg, really chipping away at Sara's endurance, and then Camilla kicked high. She kicked real high. Sara ducked it. Her foe's foot hit the cage. Sara uppercut Camilla in the crotch. Camilla's shocked breath and flush was as sexy as the camel toe revealed from her wedgie and bunched bikini bottoms. Camilla had gotten her foot down quickly. She socked Sara in the nose right on the bridge. It hurt and bled, but wasn't a stunner. Sara landed a left hook to the side of Camilla's face she hadn't been pounding on. The topless busty brown skinned combatant didn't get her guard there fast enough. Her entire head got knocked the direction of the punch. Saliva and crimson globs burst from her mouth. Sara kneed Camilla in the belly. She got popped in the temple, but stayed on the attack. Camilla tried to tackle Sara, but Sara uppercut her in the jaw, hoping to knock her over. Camilla stayed on her feet and slugged Sara in the kidney. Sara was right handed, but made use of her left again, obliterating Camilla's mandible with a punch. Black wavy hair flew up by Camilla's busted face as she stumbled about. She would not go down.

There was blood all over the sexy topless model bodies and the cage floor. Camilla got her hands up and arched her back to dodge a kick from Sara. Despite her face getting pounded and swelling, Camilla still looked pretty and poised. She waited for the right opportunity and put her all into a punch. It knocked its way through Sara's one blocking hand, and got a squeal of pain and splash of gore from Sara's mouth. On the way down, the Romanian clung to Camilla's boob and jerked her down. Sara also grabbed Camilla's hair and pounded that fist against Camilla's back to put her on the ground too.

Camilla knew what Sara was doing with her legs, but Camilla was tired from the beating she'd taken and trying to stay on her feet to show no weakness. Camilla socked Sara in the side of the head. She got tossed onto her back. Sara's perky orbs squashed Camilla's breasts. Camilla's nails dragged into Sara's hip. She depantsed her rival and shouted in anger and desperation. Sara's thighs were clenched around Camilla's leg tight. When the Romanian rolled to the side, contorting her body to also pull Camilla's leg, the strain on Camilla's tendons and socket was intense. Camilla knew she was going to be broken. She picked her wedgie, but then just stayed there to finger herself.

It only delayed the inevitable that Camilla's legs were so strong. She gathered the strength to grab Sara's hair and roll around wrestling. Their naked bodies pressed together, rubbed with friction, slid, and trembled. Sara rode the adrenaline. Camilla nearly knocked Sara out with a punch to the cheek. Sara went on auto-pilot and instinct, using her mentor's training and her knowledge of how Camilla's body followed through on attacks to wrap the kickboxer's arm behind her head. Camilla's injuries had led her to trib more than really get a good submission leg-hold going. Sara was able to get to her feet and do a cartwheel while holding Camilla's wrist in a death grip. It was too much jerky motion.

SNAP!

Camilla yelped and shook her arm free, but it was more than compromised now. Instead of laying down to die, Camilla got to her feet, biting her lip. She stomped at Sara's ankle. She got kicked in the guts. She wasn't used to taking a beating like this recently. She choked back the blood about to come out. Sara knew Camilla's arm was broken. Camilla only had one hand to punch with. Camilla got jabbed in the chin and karate chopped in the temple. She socked Sara in the stomach, buckling her nude adversary. Sara kicked hard into Camilla's injured leg to sweep her feet.

POP!

The nude black woman's leg popped out of the socket. She had plenty of meat and voluptuous curves, but Sara's patella felt to pulverize and crush her leg bones. Camilla threw a punch with her broken arm. It hit and drew blood, but cracked worse and caused Camilla to scream too. Sara palmed the concrete and got up with a vengeance. She punched Camilla's hands away and kicked Camilla in the ribs. Camilla was getting bullied towards the cage and she hated it. She knew she'd have a humbling loss eventually, but she was going to fight it as long as possible. Sara uppercut Camilla in the chin. Camilla's head shot back. She tried to get it down. Upward punches hit her neck and throat. Camilla clenched her ass, getting blasted with her back against the cage. A knee went across her belly. She buckled and coughed up blood. She got her head snapped back with another uppercut. The blood in her mouth and off her face was flowing for effect. Sara kneed into Camilla's neck and jaw and kept attacking. The nude loser's body gave several spasms of defeat and her legs finally gave out. As Camilla slid against the cage with her head barely lolling and a brain stem ready to be severed with serum strength, Sara punted Camilla in her wet pussy. The tough chick with the milky jugs came on herself a little before her ass cheeks slapped onto the concrete with her fall.

The victor was horny after taming such a strong and sexy woman. Camilla was broken and submissive. Sara thrust her crotch into Camilla's face. The dying fighter tongued pussy and played along. It helped her not be asphyxiated, and any pleasure was welcome with the pains of such brutal fighting. Sara wiggled her toes around Camilla's clit and stuck them into her vagina while getting eaten out. It felt good to get hit with the serum dart in the back. Sara could then get a lot of healing energy. She felt her available strength go way up too, and was confident for a thrilling finisher now. Sara stopped having sex with the ebony doll. She grabbed the leather belt Camilla had brought from the cage. Sara grabbed Camilla's arms and snapped and popped the broken arm again trying to tie Camilla up so she wouldn't fall over. Sara got a strap-on from the cage, needing to get that one before the serum really spiked in her body. Sara said, “Mandy! I know you're in the audience! Come fuck her with me!”

Fans cheered. Sara's busty blonde Romanian friend and sometimes rival parted the crowd. The cage opened. Mandy was dressed conservatively and not wearing any makeup. Her long blonde locks had been hidden up in a hat. She tossed that off and stripped out of her bulky black cargo pants before she was hit with a serum dart. Mandy took off a baggy black tank top. She ripped off her white bra, getting serum strength. Mandy loved showing off her tits. Her panties were white too. Sara ripped those off as Mandy headed for the sex toys hanging on the cage. Mandy went for a white strap-on dildo. Sara's had a black band and black penis. They were like yin and yang together. Mandy kissed Sara, and they wrestled a bit on serum strength, trying to force dominance through fingering. Mandy pulled away to kick Camilla in the belly. Camilla had to take it. She was bound to the fence. Mandy kicked, kneed, and attacked Camilla's boobs. Sara got her cover-up and had to be careful closing her hands as to knot destroy anything. Sara tossed the garment at Mandy who was pounding milk out of Camilla's engorged and swollen chest. Mandy stomped Camilla's navel, getting her to cough up blood. Mandy shoved the fake dick into Camilla's mouth, making her suck it. Mandy wrapped the black cloth over Camilla's neck, yanking and jerking like how Camilla had strangled Mandy with a jump rope in their fight. Sara got on her knees, listening to the moans and cranking neck of the paralyzed loser. She entered Camilla and fingered Mandy too.

Sara thought Mandy might get too excited and kill Camilla, but that was Sara's honors. Mandy only slowed on the neck torment for a moment when Sara made Mandy cum. Camilla was squirting too. Sara and Mandy wrestled, trying to screw each other with the strap-ons. This was Sara's fight, and she wasn't going to relinquish anything. Mandy grabbed her hair, and Sara had to hit her friend a few times to make her know her place. Mandy grabbed a double-sided dildo and said, while gasping, “Compromise.” The two sexy Romanian ladies engaged in hot lesbian sex on top of Camilla, accidentally knocking her face and breasts with their strap-on shafts. Avi let it go several minutes since the fans enjoyed it so much.

“Finish her!” Avi said.

“I'll beat you myself next, Camilla!” Mandy said. “I'm glad you won, Sara. My main rival and born again bestie needs to be strong like this!”

Sara shook her head as Mandy went to the cage door getting drugs and darts to calm down. Sara remembered what Camilla had done to Mandy. Sara didn't think she needed to karate chop Camilla's neck. She grabbed the woman's curly black hair to lift her head. Sara kicked with all her might and speed into the stretched and shredding neck of the loser. Sara's foot went all the way through to the cage, breaking the metal grating there. Camilla's head came off, and Sara still held the hair. She rubbed Camilla's closed eyes and open mouth against her crotch as Camilla had done to Mandy. Then Sara set the head perfectly between the broken tongs of the cage. It was better than tying Camilla's head to the cage as that would take dexterity and patience that Sara didn't want to exercise on such a power high. She pumped her fists and shouted, “I want to... I WILL make the CHAMPIONSHIP! Nikki and whoever else in my WAY, WATCH OUT!”

Fans cheered. Avi said, “Fatality! Sara wins. She remains undefeated.”

 

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Underground Fighting Supermodel Organization Championship Tournament Round One

2. Emily Elizabeth (5-1) vs 15. Sofia Bevarly (3-5)

Two gorgeous brunettes stood in the cage in bikinis waiting to be injected with serum. They smiled, looking sexy and playful now, but that would likely change into blood lust when powered. The shorter model, Sofia, wore a blue and white checkered bikini. She was feisty with brown eyes and a wide smile. Her big tits and cleavage were squished up by the tight swimsuit top now. This would only become more pronounced with the breast enlargement from the serum. Sofia said, “I'm feeling good about my chances after Abby obliterated Em, and Abby lost to Keeley!” Sofia got injected with the serum. She roared and clenched her fists. She began to look stocky and muscular rather than just petite and well endowed.

Emily, the taller brunette, and #2 seed overall, had long nearly blonde brown hair. She kissed her glossy lips together, standing with a hand on a hip, looking like a pinup model. Emily felt she had a lot to prove. She said, “Abby had smoked serum to fight me and not against Keeley.”

“Excuses!” Sofia teased. Fans tried to rile up the two women and instigate bad blood.

“Yeah!” RoboMic shouted. “Your sexy body is going to get destroyed again, Emily! I think I can use my tentacles again! I know you both want me.”

Neither woman really wanted the cyborg, even though they both had enjoyed sex with him in the cage on lots of serum. It was part of the show. He wasn't attractive, but he was always hard and had three penises. Emily liked Avi, but that was going nowhere. They had hooked up in the cage too. Emily's eyelashes were long and dark, curling up and to the sides of her sparkling hazel eyes. Em's mint green micro bikini top showed cleavage, sideboobs, and underboobs. The material with little white x's on it, somehow looked to be squishing her chest mounds in every direction. Her bikini bottoms were a thong, showing cleavag lines and a fit yoga peach butt. Em's stomach had definition before the serum injection. When she got that, most eyes watched her breasts get a little a bigger and her top get noticeably smaller so that her nipples were right against the cloth. Some women asked to be injected in a certain body part, but with no request, Henson had jabbed Em in the tit. Em growled like a baby bear and stretched her tight shoulders. Her micro bikini top straps snapped, revealing all of her mouthwatering bosoms. Em enjoyed showing off her topless or nude body on serum. It was freeing in a way that regular modeling wasn't.

“I call DIBS on your Bottoms!” Sofia said, caressing her very bouncy breasts. She stuck her nails into the blue and white checkered material, and stripped herself topless to a chorus of cheers. Avi sounded the gong to start the fight.

Emily didn't have a killer instinct right away. She wasn't too worried about Sofia. Rather, she was really attracted to Sofia. The brown eyed combatant, Sofia, had all the feminine and masculine qualities to make Em tingle inside. Sofia's ripped abs and biceps glistened. She had a nice strong chin and broad shoulders. Em knew Sofia liked to hug and wrestle. Being swooped off her feet and embraced sounded pleasant with Em self-conscious about her last loss. Sofia also had soft, seductive, and kissable lips. Her pussy lips were probably just as scintillating and kissable. Her giant tits bounced and flopped like crazy. This all made Em's clit really hard. Emily looked down at her big boobs which jiggled and sloshed. Sofia punched Emily in the face. Em put her hands up to stop any other high head attacks.

The second ranked fighter, Emily, wanted to try serum from all over the world and be a personal guinea pig with the relatively low side effects to advise people on what and how to take serum to be healthy and to get max gains. No one else was doing this, and it was important, but Em was starting to think that letting Henson inject her in the boobs had been a mistake. Maybe the tournament wasn't the best time to experiment or change things up. Chul or Bert normally did Em's injection and put the serum in the woman's spine. Em was used to that and not this weird boob obsessed and horny high. Sofia jumped into the air. Em's body reacted on its own without really thinking about it. She checked out her rival's glorious body again and stepped backwards. Sofia's heels hit the concrete hard. She'd been trying to land on Em's toes, but had missed. Sofia kneed Emily in the thigh. Emily started to feel angry with Henson and Sofia. Em punched, knocking into Sofia's blocking hands before grazing her opponent's jaw. Sofia ducked, slamming her body into Em. Whoa! Sofia's tits were perky and hard. Em's breasts felt squishier and saggier than normal. There was milk overload or something in her tits and she wanted to press it out or have some tongue and lips tease it out. Emily got socked in the belly. One armpit was over Sofia's bicep. Their bodies and legs entangled. Sofia rocketed another punch into Em's torso. Emily moved her free hand from behind Sofia's back to the brunette's rack. Em groped the big orb and massaged Sofia's sideboob to make sure Sofia's tits were soft too. They were. Sofia got on her tiptoes and her mounds squashed up into Em's underboobs. Sofia grabbed Em's waist and tried to throw her down. Emily stood her ground, titfighting. “I'll get you down eventually!” Sofia shouted. She pummeled Emily's belly, punching over and over again. The topless bikini model with the curly eyelashes, Emily, gasped and buckled. Her torso was long and her dangling breasts couldn't shield the stomach abuse. Em wanted her tits to get hit. Sofia kept firing low, and grazed Em's crotch. Emily should have fought back, but after the last beating she took, she almost had masochistic pleasure from the belly punching. Sofia uppercut Em in the kidney. Em choked. She kissed her glossy lips on Sofia's boob and caressed her own melons too. Emily's ass hit the cage from being belted and buckled. Her mint green bikini bottoms were wedged up her ass and making her entire body stiff and electric. A right hook split her lips open.

The ferocious brunette in the blue and white checkered bikini bottoms, Sofia, tried to pick up and slam her adversary again. She stomped Em's ankle and kicked her calf. Her hands groped Emily's ass and her fingers touched Em's private area. Emily smashed her head into Sofia's mouth. The nearly blonde battler, Emily, rocked Sofia's abs with a punch. She kneed Sofia in the pussy. Sofia hopped back, clenching her fists and gnashing her teeth. Emily riveted a left hook into Sofia's chest. Sofia jabbed into Em's milky teat. The bruises on Emily's stomach made Sofia think she was making progress and going to win. Her foe would be coughing up blood any time now! Sofia stepped forward and Emily managed to kick Sofia right in the nipple. “OW!” Sofia yelped. She lunged. Her and Emily locked fingers, grappling. Sofia's arms were up higher than Emily's. Emily had leverage. Sofia was convinced she was stronger than Emily. She kicked Em in the thigh and tried to knee her in the navel. Emily blocked by raising her leg. Their chests collided. Fans cheered. Sofia shook her tits left and right and jumped up and down to dominate the titfight. Emily moaned. Sofia battered her knockers into Emily's boobs until filmy lactate leaked out the molding and cratering mounds of Emily.

“We will get down and dirty,” Emily said. She swung their arms down to hit Sofia in the crotch. She let go. Sofia struck Em in the pussy with a punch. It felt almost good. Emily blasted Sofia in the jaw with a punch. Sofia squealed. Her head turned to the side. A splash of scarlet pattered onto the concrete. Sofia staggered with her long brown hair covering her pretty face. Em followed. Sofia flailed and neared the cage wall. Emily playfully slapped Sofia's jiggling underboob. Sofia growled and jumped to punch. Emily kicked with the full extent of her leg to plow her foot into Sofia's softening abs. Sofia's knuckles were inches from Em's face. Em pulled her head back. Sofia got knocked into the cage again and hunched over, winching and panting. Emily charged, finally feeling the bad ass confidence she was used to for attacking in this cage. Emily rammed her shoulder into Sofia's sternum. She had been indecisive about going for the belly, and was still unable to stop thinking about boobs, pussy, and sex. Em stuck her hand inside Sofia's bikini bottoms, teasing. She got kneed in the clit for it.

Sofia leaped again to throw a Superman punch. Her fist plowed into Em's nose, mashing and twisting it. Carmine blood spilled. Emily backpedaled, looking dazed. Red globs fell onto her heaving jugs. Sofia landed and slammed a kick across Em's midsection. Her rival's green eyes opened wide. Blood escaped her glossy lips and she tipped on her heels. Sofia slammed a forearm lariat into Em's neck. Em gutted Sofia with a punch as they went down. Sofia flinched, but was already airborne for the tackle. She landed atop Emily with a thud, feeling warm milk spray onto her own oversensitive and hormonal bosoms. Emily pushed Sofia up with a grunt and tried to get to her feet. That took a lot of strength and energy. Sofia roundhouse kicked, aiming for Em's neck, but kicked her collar and tits.

The favored fighter, Emily, went with the momentum to somersault backwards after being kicked. It made her bottoms ride deeper and was A+ breasts bouncing entertainment for the fans. Emily's back hit the cage wiring. She sat there, blinking and bleeding. She needed to get her head in the game and stop fantasizing and playing around. Sofia was a good fighter. The little ball of muscle and boobs, Sofia, raced at Emily. She left her feet, aiming a flying knee at Em's neck. Emily stood up and caught her opponent. Sofia's patella crashed into Em's ribs. Emily carried Sofia forward, showing her strength, and enjoying her face against Sofia's chest. Sofia rained elbows down onto Em's head and karate chopped her neck. She grabbed Em's hair, and then got body slammed. Sofia's body trembled and quivered. Her spine ached. She tried to shake out of the pin, but Em was surprisingly heavy for such a lean woman.

The topless babes wrestled and jockeyed for position. Emily wrapped her legs around Sofia's thigh. She humped and gyrated, wishing they were nude and fucking, but this was close. Sofia kicked and writhed, trying to get free from leg submission. Emily got socked in the mandible. She hid her face in Sofia's cleavage mounds. Without looking, she managed to find and grab Sofia's wrists. Emily slid up the voluptuous vixen, forcing her arms up, back, and down. Emily's breasts were now winning and as firm as Sofia's Sofia whined and cooed from the tribbing. Their bottoms were crooked and the sexual touching was pleasurable for them both. Emily kissed Sofia on the lips. It was short and seductive with a lower lip nibble. It was enough to take Sofia's breath away. Em kept thrusting and curling her legs to twist Sofia's ankle. Sofia groaned and began to push back Em's arms. Emily elbowed Sofia in the face.

The mounted fighter, Sofia, screamed, and a quick barrage of blows from both ladies was hard to follow. Sofia hit Emily in the face with each hand, sitting up. Emily socked Sofia in the ear and uppercut her in the chin. Sofia's head flew back and she belted Em in the boob. Sofia turned on her front to wriggle away. She tried to army crawl away. Her ankle was really messed up and she hadn't realized with her vagina humming from them bumping before. Her attempt at kicking backwards was weak, and Emily draped her heavy self over Sofia. The sexy broad on top, Emily, reached around and grabbed Sofia's boobs. With a meaty mammary orb hold, Emily got her feet set and lifted. They were both parallel to the ground with Em bent and Sofia held. Sofia used her injured leg to kick Emily in the crotch. She felt bare, wet, and excited lips as the thong had been knocked aside. A small smile crept over Em's bloody and healing lips. She grunted and jumped as high as she could.

As much as Emily liked manhandling and milking Sofia's fun bags, she let go and brought her legs up like a gymnast. Em kneed her own tits by accident since they were so big and juicy from serum and battle. Em then stamped her heels into Sofia's spine. She landed atop the hot little wench. Sofia screamed and her back arched. Emily got her feet onto the concrete with a little dismount, bent over, and grabbed Sofia's sweaty brown hair. Emily almost hated to do it, but she punched Sofia in the face repeatedly. Sofia had a strong jaw. She could handle it. Em scored several solid blows, pounding Sofia's face into a pulp. She let go of Sofia's head and looked at the limp body and puddles of blood and sweat.

The overly aroused babe, Emily, didn't care that the winning serum dart hadn't come yet. One stomp to Sofia's neck probably would've earned that. Sofia's tits sagged out to her sides. Her rump needed to be spanked. Emily gave Sofia a wedgie. Sofia moaned. The straps of the downed woman's bottoms broke. Emily swatted Sofia's ass. Sofia covered her face, no doubt forcing healing energy there. Em parted Sofia's ass cheeks and stroked between Sofia's legs. She flipped over the nude brunette to see her sexy body. Fans cheered. Emily walked over to the cage and found a suitable sex toy, a very hard double sided dildo with cum releases for both ends.

Although Sofia tried to force healing into her back to get her limbs wanting to fight, her face took much of that energy so she'd look pretty. It pissed Sofia off. She had been beaten down and was seconds away from losing. She gasped and looked up at the shadow looming over her. Emily seemed to finally notice how her thong was crooked and not covering her cooter. Em ripped off the bikini bottoms like they were made of paper. Emily stuck a dildo in herself and then squirted fake jizz onto Sofia's chest and belly. Emily said, “You got any fight left in you, cutie, or you wanna fuck now?!”

“Fuck you!” Sofia said, getting up. Her spine felt ready to tear through her skin, but she kicked at Em's crotch. One foot hit the bitch in the knee. The other knocked out the sex toy with Em's hand there helping it out to reduce inner damage. Sofia could barely get to her feet, and when she did, her belly was met with a punch. Sofia gasped and could barely latch her arms around Em. Her ankle felt ready to snap. The breast docking that had felt good before felt awful now, but Sofia was going to bearhug and slam Emily into submission. Lifting her rival also felt terrible. Sofia wanted to hear Emily moan. She wanted to pop Em's spine, and Sofia did have desperation strength. Emily moaned and swung her head about wildly, catching Sofia in the head and face. Sofia's nose bled again. She had to slam Emily now. Sofia was dazed and overexerting herself. She was on top of Emily, but not for long. She sent an elbow to Em's teeth before getting shoved off. Sofia jerked her body awkwardly to not hurt her back more.

“NO!” Sofia wailed, grabbing Emily's hair in a last ditch effort to keep fighting. Emily played along and headbutted Sofia in the face. Emily put Sofia in a headlock and Sofia submitted. She let her face suckle on Em's tits. It was nice cleavage to die in. Emily jerked and flopped about on top of Sofia. Fans heard Sofia's back snapping and popping and weren't sure if it was her neck or what. Emily wrestled Sofia back over to the dildo. She only hit Sofia in the face and neck a few times, and then stopped supplying pressure to Sofia's throat. Sofia's body was cooling, and she wasn't struggling. When Em inserted the dildo in both of them, Sofia got some life and fire for kissing and fornicating, but it wasn't much. The sex made Sofia cum after a few minutes, and Em liked it, but sex with a fully strong person on serum was better.

“Finish her!” Avi shouted.

Emily loved Avi's voice. It was a turn on. She was happy to move on and win more rewards, but still eager to experiment. She expected to get the winner's serum dart any second. Sofia managed to nod. There were tears in her brown eyes. Emily felt and saw the machine fire the serum dart. She tried to catch it, and some serum did go into her hand. Emily put Sofia in a headlock, and cranked her opponent's neck.

SNAP!

The spent woman's body went rigid. Her tongue lolled. She was dead. Emily forced the serum dart into Sofia's neck to see if it would revive her right away. Emily wouldn't mind them both walking out of the cage alive. It had never happened before, and Emily had respect for her opponents despite the serum making you so angry and violent. Those side effects could be avoided with practice, and Emily wanted to prove that. Sofia's stiff corpse got squishy and warm again.

“Ack!” Sofia said. She coughed up blood, held her neck, and cried. Her body gave a spasm. “Lemme. OW! It hurts all over... my head... on by... a thread... feels... so bad... Wha happened?!”

“I stuck you!” Emily said. “You're not dead!”

“It's not really designed to work that way,” Avi said. “You got some serum in your hand too. I wish we could just hit the loser with a serum dart to revive them. She's probably in awful pain.”

“Just kill me,” Sofia begged. “Sex was good...”

Emily shrugged and made an 'oops' face. Of course sex had been good. Emily grumbled, “Sorry,” and snapped Sofia's neck again. She put a lot into it to put her friend out of her misery, and Sofia's head got rotated almost 360 degrees. The head was about to come off from torque. Em smashed her tits together to get some milk out, and the spray beheaded Sofia – POP! – like a doll. The wound cauterized right away. Em gasped, and struggled to get to her feet. The little serum she'd gotten wasn't much, and her body was really hurting now. She wanted to go to healing too.

“Fatality!” Avi shouted. “Emily wins and moves on!”

Avi's sexy voice gave Em a push to limp out of the cage. She shouldn't have questioned the system or tried to do things differently, but now she knew. This was the worst she'd felt after a win. Chul and Bert were quick to get her into a Cryo Tank for a mini healing. She'd only be out like half a day instead of many days. She welcomed the recovery rest.

 

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Underground Fighting Supermodel Organization Championship Tournament Round One

7. Bianca Ghezzi (4-6) vs 10. Genesis Lopez (3-1)

The busty blonde (and some may say trashy whore), Bianca, stood in her condo bathroom to put on her white leopard print bikini. She looked at her naked self in the mirror, kissed her lips, and said, “Damn, I look good.” Bianca took a nude selfie, and realized that there was another one of her in the pic. Bianca was high as a kite from smoking weed and serum. The bathroom fogged up. Bianca shrugged and reached for the bikini hanging over the shower curtain. Her doppelganger, Shadow Realm (SR) Bianca, snatched the suit. Bianca chest bumped her double, feeling like she had the better tits. Bianca said, “MMM! It's you again! Me again! Woo! I'm sexy!” Bianca groped her twin, smacked her ass, and wrestled for the suit.

“So this is what you're going to wear to fight?” SR Bianca said. She wore three gold necklaces and one big watch from the Shadow Realm.

“No!” Anca shouted. “Yes! I mean, no! Like I want to fight! I love these things – battling and fighting my hardest, grabbing hair, grabbing pussy, humping the fuck out my sexy opponent, all the sex toys and cheering! I like to masturbate as much as the next girl, but real sex is where it's at! … Where's it at?! My um... You? Last time you were here I missed my fight and you blew up Shelby!”

“It made a lot of blood for going through the dimensional portal,” Bianca said. “That's why I'm fighting tonight, to make sure you win, get more reward serum, and there's lots of blood.”

“Blood?!” Anca said. “Boring. Gross. I like big boobies, tight pussy lips and vagina, fucking the loser like my sex slave, popping limbs, getting railed, squirting all over and... let's wrestle to see who gets to go to the cage tonight!”

“I think your overactive libido is your weakness,” Bianca said. Anca tried to tackle her. Bianca tossed her hornier version into the shower. Strapping her down and winning a scrum would be so easy. A finger in the crotch or butt hole, some kissing, ass play, and Anca would be moaning putty to be tied up. Bianca figured she might want to start acting like Anca to fit in. In fact, Bianca wasn't so sure she wanted to go back to the Shadow Realm. It sucked. Bianca was so used to murdering people and being on the run to survive, she wasn't sure she could fit in on this time-line where her other self was mad about not getting to sexfight. It was weird how they both smoked and exhaled serum, able to tolerate lots of it. It was more strange that when Bianca made Anca cum, she felt a twinge of orgasmic pleasure too. Maybe Bianca could get used to things here and be enough like Bianca that she could stay too.

…

The UFSO staff looked afraid of Bianca. The blonde in the leopard print bikini nearly took off the arms of the men asking her to take off her watch. It was clearly not the usual Bianca, further verified by Chul reading the air around her in the cage. Chul coughed and backed away. He'd have to inject Bianca with a dart shooting machine to stay away from her. The reading for serum per liter in her blood was messed up for the number, but definitely detecting serum in the air cloud around her.

“I queefed,” Bianca said. “Don't be weird.”

The blonde's opponent, big breasted model bodybuilder, Genesis, wore a yellow bikini. It tied in the front on the top like shoelaces. The bottoms were tied loose at the sides similarly, allowing for Gen's body to bulk from the serum injection. She already suspected that Bianca might be impossibly hard to beat, but got herself feeling confident and ready to fight from the way the serum affected her brain. Gen's bikini bottoms thong wedged into her ass, but she felt more aggressive than horny at the moment. The thick brunette glared at Bianca and clenched her fists.

“Don't explode anyone this time!” RoboMic shouted from the commentator's table to Bianca. The others there, Avi and Keilah in her blue cat mask and suit wanted to forget about and not talk about Shadow Bianca's last fight and finisher. Avi sounded the gong to start the fight.

Bianca got hit in the spine with a serum dart. She winced and smirked. She could feel all the extra power course through her veins. She'd already smoked serum, and hadn't needed this boost too, but the staff was still trying to act like models who could breathe and smoke serum were on the same level as the others. They were dead wrong, and Gen would be dead dead soon. Actually in this world, the healing was still awesome and not destroyed, so Gen would be dead from this fight, and revived or whatever. Bianca winked at her growling rival. The babe in the leopard print bikini, Bianca, was going to try and be more sexual. She said in an unbelievable monotone, “Mmm. Boobies. I like your... boobs. What the fuck is your name? You're not alive in my worl –in my head. I'm going to beat you!”

“I know you've got your tricks, bitch,” Gen said, “and maybe even powers, but I'm going to knock that smug grin off your face.”

The air in the cage was dense like fog and hard to see through. Bianca didn't mean to exhale so much serum. She tried to breathe it back in. She moved fast as Gen coughed and flinched getting close to it. Bianca pulled on Gen's top, and as expected, the stupid yellow top came off. Bianca was supposed to be into this? She didn't get it. The chick had big tits. So what? Could she survive a minute in the Shadow Realm? No, so she was useless and unappealing. She couldn't even breathe serum. Bianca inhaled the visible serum through her nose, and clawed Gen's tits. It wasn't that bloody, but Bianca was going to try and keep her blood lust low. UFSO had plenty of blood for her to steal, and the blood was only necessary for traveling between realms. There also needed to be a big spark of energy or electricity, and Bianca's serum breath could get that job done. She saw sparks in the air now.

The topless brunette's eyes welled with tears from the air she couldn't breathe. It seemed to go away so she socked Bianca in the face. Gen got hope that Bianca was using a trick and couldn't breathe well either the way the blonde hadn't blocked at all. Genesis tried to kick out Bianca's leg. She slugged the blonde in the belly. It was a good punch, but Bianca felt and looked weird. She was practically non-responsive. Her body was slippery like elastic. Gen grabbed Bianca's swimsuit strap, pulled, and plowed knuckles into Bianca's jaw. The bikini top broke off and bloody spilled from Bianca's lips. Gen wanted to take Bianca to the ground, flatten her, and pummel her, but the vapid bimbo's visible breath gave Gen pause. Should she stay back and attack or charge and wrestle? Bianca had taken the punch well, and looked angry like a real competitor. Gen kicked Bianca between the legs.

“Uh, that felt good,” Bianca said with zero conviction, proving that she was perhaps the worst actress in the Shadow Realm and on Earth. Bianca's only interest in Gen's big boobs flopping was wondering how much blood would come out if she ripped them off. The stupid UFSO here was into stupid crap like milk. No one was drinking it, and cow milk wasn't even really a thing in the Shadow Realm anymore. There were a lot more important things. Bianca grabbed her own boobs, spit on them, and winked. She'd endure a little more before killing since she was quick, crafty, and she could make her body be less solid at will.

The thick and voluptuous topless brunette Senorita, Gen, yanked Bianca's necklaces. She pulled Bianca forward. Gen plowed her forearm into Bianca's neck and it felt oddly squishy like a boob almost. Bianca didn't even gasp. Gen kicked out Bianca's feet and slammed Bianca onto her back. Most women would hit the concrete hard, really grit their teeth, arch their backs, or something. Bianca was too jiggly and unaffected. She looked too calm and not hurt. Gen stomped for Bianca's face. Bianca didn't move or try and block. Bianca's eyes followed the blood squirting from her own face, and Bianca smiled like a creepy cult satanist or something. Gen tried to stomp Bianca's neck. Bianca said, “Ow,” in a dull tone, and serum breath escaped her lips. Gen backed away, punting Bianca in the tits. At least those felt firm.

Genesis looked at the necklaces in her hand before tossing them out the cage for the staff to collect for Bianca. One gold necklace tag had a shaky engraving on the back that said 'RIP OC' with a date from over a year ago. OC? Like Bianca's friend Olga who hadn't made the tournament? They had sick senses of humor. Genesis clenched her fist to pulverize the necklace, but Bianca kicked her wrist, knocking everything out of Gen's hands. Bianca blew weird fog from her mouth to push the gold chains out the bottom of the cage wiring.

Bianca watched to make sure the staff picked up the necklace commemorating her friend's death in the Shadow Realm. Bianca knew that Olga was alive in this realm, but hadn't visited her. Friends only brought you down in the Shadow Realm. They were baggage. You obeyed the Shadow Cabal, or pretended to, or you were in big trouble. Even if you did what Misa and the Cabal wanted, they might still kill you for the blood, or lock you up as a blood donor slave. It didn't make any sense to be sentimental about objects, but being in this realm, made Bianca want to keep her necklace. Bianca jumped to her feet. She wanted to ride her own serum air as gaseous particles, but she was trying to look UFSO legit. Gen stomped Bianca's knee. The topless blonde forced serum energy into her patella from inside and outside her body to soften the blow. Bianca could've struck her foe, but she wasn't sure where to hit. What would get the most blood? Honestly, she didn't even need to worry about that. She just wanted to win. Genesis wound up for a punch. Bianca threw her face into Gen's fist. Bianca made her teeth and jawbone soft, and blood still came out! Bianca laughed and spun from the force. The big brunette crouched and sprinted for a tackle. Bianca spread her arms wide, feeling free like an eagle. The chest to chest contact hurt. Genesis choked on the serum aura. Bianca turned into it to avoid being tackled. Gen's big tits flattened on the concrete first or her chin would've been blasted worse. Bianca made her body solid again. She stomped Gen in the spine. Gen moaned. Bianca bent over and grabbed Gen's yellow bikini bottoms. She gave the whore an atomic wedgie, pulling up. Gen kicked, writhed, and squealed. Bianca broke the bikini bottoms in her hand, making the brunette bimbo nude.

“WOOEEE!” RoboMic shouted. “Hey. What's up with the chicks disappearing though?” RoboMic was using a feature on his cyborg eyes and sunglasses he didn't know he had to see through the fog. He used a lot of things by accident. It wasn't quite X-ray vision, for obvious reasons (he was such a pervert and easily excitable), but it was close.

“We're working on getting the serum fog out for better visibility,” Avi said. Staff members had giant fans blowing the combatants, but it didn't really budge the thick dark air that would obscure the view of the sex and carnage in the cage.

The naked fighter, Genesis, got to her feet. Her eyes were red and watery. She couldn't breathe. That made all her muscles tighten and ache. Gen knew she didn't have a chance now. She knew she was going to be killed. She had trouble seeing Bianca through the clouds. A foot flew up and hit Gen between the legs. Bianca breathed in the poison air. Gen could see the topless blonde monster. Bianca's arm slammed into Gen's neck with more force that Gen thought was possible for Bianca. Gen's head snapped back. She felt healing energy go to her spine and throat, rendering her limbs to be shaky and useless. A kick to her torso snapped ribs. Gen screamed in pain. Bianca socked Genesis in the face. It was a knockout punch, scoring blood from the brunette's mouth. The nude and defeated bodybuilder got punched relentlessly. Her huge tits flopped around as much her brown hair. If not for her ass bumping the cage and Bianca keeping her up, Gen would've been downed.

The babe in the white leopard print bikini bottoms, Bianca, grabbed Gen's chin, and socked her in the mandible. Bianca had so much power. Hearing the jawbone crack and break was satisfying. Bianca hit Genesis in the face. The way these stuck pigs bled at UFSO was so dumb, but great for dimensional travel. The quality of the blood was watery and almost fake, but the same amount of that seemed to work as well as Shadow blood or darker and thicker plasma from other non-fighters in this realm. Bianca kneed Gen in the belly and then the crotch, forcing the dying gladiator against the cage wire. Bianca buried fists into Gen's boobs for the fans. Milk squirted into her face. There was a little blood in it, so Bianca liked that. Bianca let Gen fall on her fat ass. Her head lolled like cheaply made stuffie.

“I see the bigger woman is being made to be my bitch!” Bianca taunted. Gen was out of it, and Bianca was sort of bored, knowing that she was going to win and get reward serum. Killing and winning when the chick was going to be revived to fight again, just wasn't the same as a Shadow Realm win. Bianca finally tuned in to all the cheering. She always ignored people who couldn't hurt her; and that was a lot of the population in this realm. There were a lot of them though. They had weird sexual suggestions for Bianca. They wanted her to get naked and use sex toys. Bianca rolled her eyes and stripped out of leopard print bikini bottoms. Her other self liked the cheering. Maybe it wasn't so bad. You only got cheers in the Shadow Realm if you were part of the Cabal, and normally there were no “fans”. The audience was typically slaves and or the Cabal.

Bianca grabbed a dildo to use like a club for beating Gen to death. She slapped it into her hand, and it broke, getting fake jizz all over. That was useless. Bianca tossed the broken shaft to the side. She was annoyed listening to RoboMic and some of these dudes. She wanted to snap their dicks and pop their balls, but her anger refocused on Gen, gasping and trying to get up. “The other me liked being on the reverse end of this in the shower,” Bianca said, draping her private area over Gen's pounded nose and face. The woman's hot breath on Bianca's pussy did elicit a stimulating charge for Bianca.

Genesis licked Bianca's pussy, tonguing clit and lips to lull her foe into a false sense of security. Gen summoned her remaining strength and shoved Bianca's legs apart. Gen stood up, bashing her head into Bianca's chin. Gen's neck hurt so badly from that. She was dizzy, but had to fight. She threw a punch. It smacked into Bianca's tit. Gen dropped an elbow atop Bianca's head. Her rival moved so fast. She had barely done the splits and recovered. Bianca stepped back and kicked into Gen's navel. Gen screamed and crashed into the cage from the kick. She was buckled. Her big tits dangled. She coughed up blood.

The blood getting coughed up from stomach abuse here was rather unreal to Bianca. That sort of thing rarely and never happened in the Shadow Realm. It was like the organizers enjoyed seeing the women hit in the belly, face, breasts, and crotch. Bianca could've ended Gen, but grabbed her sweaty dark hair and pulled up. “You wanted to smother me earlier with that tackle attempt,” Bianca said, turning around and rubbing her ass in Gen's face. Gen reached around to claw and grope the blonde's boobs. Bianca was feeling hornier as the fight went on, and hadn't meant for her moan to sound so sexual. Bianca flailed backwards, striking Gen's neck. Bianca's booty and energy alone was enough to knock Gen onto the ground. The brunette's big breasts almost hit herself in the face. Bianca sat on Gen's face, feeling her rival's nose break as it hit her tailbone and then slid towards more pleasurable areas. Bianca swung a fist down into Gen's neck. It was real stiff there. This chick would be immobile and paralyzed in the Shadow Realm even on serum. Here, Gen flailed, getting her fatty parts to shake. Fans cheered.

The nude blonde grabbed the cage, putting her arms in the air. She dropped her ass onto Gen's face. She reached up and repeated the process, making her own breasts jiggle, and Gen writhe once or twice before submitting to her fate. The brunette's head got turned. Her neck was crunched. Her face was a bloody mess and her tongue hung out. After the fifth butt drop, Bianca was pretty sure Gen was dead. She turned around to sit on Gen's belly, just flattening it. There were bruises on Gen's tummy that Bianca could feel with her ass. The stupid fake cum from before was getting all over. It was in Gen's hair and face and all over Bianca's skin and face. Bianca used the serum air to clean her face off.

“Um... Finish her?!” Avi said.

“NO!” RoboMic shouted. “More sex first!”

The Shadow Realm villain, Bianca, stepped on Gen's shoulders. She grabbed the barely conscious woman's wrists and pulled. POP! POP! “AHHH!!” Gen screamed. Bianca had ripped both of Gen's arms off from the shoulders. She dropped the limbs which cauterized immediately. Bianca sighed. That wasn't bloody?! Bianca threw her hands in the air and rolled her eyes. Fans cheered. Bianca yanked Gen's hair and bent the chick over, forcing her face into the concrete. Gen's ass was in the air. Her stupid udders were sagging. Bianca did want to touch and milk them for a second. Instead, Bianca forced Gen's own hand and fingers into her ass, forcing deeper until she could hit the g-spot and and get a squirt. Bianca grabbed the other arm. She scrunched her nose, trying to breathe in all her serum air. Why leave the empowering air for other chicks in the cage? Bianca then stomped the back of Gen's neck, beheading her. That wasn't very bloody either. Hitting the broad in the face and the belly had gotten the most blood. This realm was stupid, but Shadow Bianca was starting to be ok with that.

“Fatality!” Avi said. “Bianca wins!”

Bianca put her bikini bottoms on with one hand, still holding the dismembered limb of her victim. She walked out the cage. She had never gotten a winner's serum dart, and the observant fans knew that. Bianca handed Gen's other arm to a staff member holding Bianca's necklaces. “Trade ya,” Bianca said, and that was that. Bianca made sure to walk to the backstage area, and when eyes weren't on her, she turned into serum air. She was barely able to move to the area where the blood was stored since only a little of her serum breath from days ago was still hanging there. There was even a note on the jugs that said, 'For Shadow Bianca'. There was more written on the other side, but Bianca would read it later.

 

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Underground Fighting Supermodel Organization Championship Tournament Round One

4. Estephania Ha (5-3) vs 13. Hannah Palmer (3-2)

“Man, I love big boobies!” RoboMic said. “Wooeee!” He sat near the cage as one of three fight commentators for the UFSO tournament. He was fat, ugly, and arguably annoying, but he did have lots of energy and enthusiasm for talking about sexfighting.

The combatants in the cage were both models with big breasts, but other than that, largely different. Estpehania/Steph was a brunette from Germany and one of the shortest fighters. She was known for brutal kicks. She wore a pink crop top with long sleeves and rope-like ribbing on the fabric. When she got injected with serum through the cage wiring, it became even more obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts enlarged and her erect nipples poked against the cloth top. Steph's legs, abs, and biceps also bulked up considerably. She wore daisy dukes jeans shorts and looked ready to rumble.

“Steph and Carmen are probably the happiest that Keeley upset Abby,” Avi, the announcer with the Afro said. “That proves that Keeley is formidable, since Steph lost to her, allowing Keeley to get in the tournament at all.”

Steph certainly looked confident and determined, stretching, flexing, and staring down tonight's challenger. The busty blonde model, Hannah, looked super chill even after being injected with serum. The blue lining of her white bikini top brought out the blue in her eyes. Where Steph's tits bounced up and down a lot, Hannah's jiggled in every direction. Underboob and sideboob flesh were visible with her breasts expanding a lot from the serum injection. Models could force the energy anywhere in their body, and most MFL combatants and experts would agree that sending energy to the spine or fatty areas in the body was best for keeping the serum recovery, strength, and power energies longer and more concentrated. When it went to muscles, the muscles would soak it up and use more energy than necessary, expecting usage right away. Hannah's curves got rounder and shapelier. Butt cheeks now peeked out from her black booty shorts, and the pretty blonde looked like a bimbo jobber. Hannah threw her hands in the air to pump up the crowd.

“That top is about to burst!” RoboMic shouted. “WOOHOO!! Get buck naket ladies! Yeah!”

Avi sounded the gong to start the fight. Plenty of women were going to be worried about Bianca, but Hannah knew she wouldn't make it that far. A few weeks ago, she would've thought her chances against Steph were slim to none, but Hannah had trained hard, and her best friend, Katie, had trained harder. Katie had smoked and used all her reward serum to try and get ready for the tournament. She was being tested and observed by the MFL and UFSO on smoking serum and being able to breathe serum air. The big umbrella company, Shadow Enterprises, was working on making gaseous serum. Hannah had now smoked serum with Katie once, and Hannah had survived it. She was excited for her opportunity to fight, and where she normally had tunnel vision on serum, she was able to focus and think about a lot of different things, like how horny she felt, what different fans wore and if they were rich or not, and how she was pretty sure Steph was wearing panties and could be beaten. Katie had been requested to be beaten half or more to death by Hannah and by UFSO staff to experiment and get stronger. Hannah wanted to win and face Katie to see how good Katie really was now. Hurting her best friend in private had been odd. Hannah's libido was through the roof recently, and her attraction to Katie and all women was very high too.

The blonde's legs got stomped and kicked right off the bat. Steph punched into Hannah's blocking hands, showing great power. Steph jumped and kicked Hannah in the belly. The bikini model, Hannah, buckled and latched onto Steph's pink top, pulling and stretching the fabric open. Hannah and the fans wanted to see Steph's big tits in full. Steph landed. Hannah lost grip of her top. Steph's milky white jugs bounced out. She stomped Hannah's knee. Hannah yelped and tried to grab Steph. The German slugger uppercut her foe in the chin. Steph pulled up her top and kicked Hannah in the flank. The taller woman, Hannah, spun from the force and flailed. Steph punched Hannah in the ribs and torso. All the impact and motion had Hannah ready for a nip slip too. Hannah liked to fight with her ass, and when her back was to Steph, the brunette punted her adversary between the legs. The black cloth shorts over Hannah's clenched derriere rode up, giving her a wedgie, and showing the lines of the bikini bottoms.

Hannah was glad for a real fight like this again after sparring Katie where Katie hadn't tried and wanted to be fatally injured. The serum was increasingly making Hannah hornier and hornier every fight. She only wanted her bottoms off if Steph or someone would be touching there. Hannah bumped her rump into Steph's abs, admiring the work Steph had done there. Punches smashed into Hannah's back and spine that were legit. Hannah's chest smashed into the cage wiring. She winced, grunted, and threw an elbow backwards into Steph's lips, drawing the first little smattering of blood for this fight. The blue eyed bikini model turned around and got kicked above the knee. A blocking hand got punched into her cheek. She jabbed Steph, grazing the German's schnoz. Hannah got socked in the nipple. Pain and pleasure nerves pulsated on her shaking mammary orb. Hannah got cuntbusted again with a kick. She hunched over, grinding her ass against the cage with tense sexual and fighting energy. Hannah put blocking hands by her face. Those were hit along with the barrage of fist blows that pummeled her torso and snaked around to slam her face. Hannah's nose, eye, and mouth were all struck before she landed a blow to Steph's navel. Steph's abs were weakening. Hannah was dizzied and bloodied, but got her rival in the neck with an elbow.

When the bikini model stood tall again, her dangling breasts protruded and absorbed the brunt of a right hook. The white bikini top hung crooked, fraying, and revealing juicy pink nipples on large squishy mounds. Hannah grabbed Steph's pink top, hugging her. The kickboxer, Steph, bashed her head about into Hannah's chest, collar, and neck. Hannah ripped off Steph's top, leaving claw marks on the topless brunette's back. Their legs were tangled, and Hannah's humping motions looked like trib attempts. Steph knocked Hannah's arms aside, and chest bumped her. Hannah had reached low for Steph's daisy dukes jeans shorts and now had no arms able to block. Steph kicked hard into Hannah's leg, getting the whore to yelp. Steph groped Hannah's fat milky breasts, latching nails into fabric and skin. Steph jerked and twisted on Hannah's tits, jerking the taller bitch down. Hannah squealed, and sounded even more sexy and defeated when Steph headbutted her in the face. Crimson globs spurted from the blonde's face. Her back was arched, but Steph had a death grip on the lactating and twisted breast meat. She stomped Hannah's ankle and slung the fat titty thot to the concrete. Hannah managed to cushion the fall with her ass, but still looked hurt. She gasped. Blood, sweat, and milk, rolled off her heaving bosoms. Steph tossed the bikini top aside and dropped both knees into Hannah's guts and navel. Hannah moaned and shoved Steph hard. Steph couldn't mount her foe yet. Hannah still had fight left. Steph somersaulted and got back to her feet. Hannah was up quickly too.

The fans cheered as the topless blonde and brunette clenched fists and faced off. Hannah motioned for Steph to attack, looking cocky. She dodged a kick, and buried a fist into Steph's kidney. Steph grit her teeth and clobbered Hannah in the side of the head with a fist. It dazed the blonde. Steph socked Hannah in the mouth and it drew more blood. Steph tackled Hannah, hoping to fuck her up and finish the fight. Her shoulder hit the blonde in the ribs and the underboobs. She kneed Hannah in the hip with the take down. The blonde's big jugs bounced and cratered. She landed on her side, flattening a milky chest pillow. Steph pressed hands down at Hannah's face and neck, putting the bimbo on her back. The German couldn't get a mount with Hannah writhing on the ground and karate chopping Steph's arms. Steph raised her rear and swung a flying knee into Hannah's face, cracking blood out of Hannah's pink lips in several places. The blonde flipped onto her well endowed front, elbowing Steph in the belly button. Steph held and squeezed Hannah's ear and clawed the blonde's face, trying to keep a grip. Hannah's ass and kicks bounced Steph into the air. Steph went with that and swung her body to the side. She pulled up on Hannah's head just enough to launch both patella into the blonde's bloody face. It was brutal. Hannah screamed and pushed away from her rival. She rolled on the concrete and blocked a kick aimed at her head.

The blonde bikini model got up, gasping. Blood and sweat dripped all over her curvy front. The healing magic kept her face looking pretty somehow. She was so dizzy, she stumbled and grabbed hold of the cage. Steph kicked for Hannah's spine, but the blonde got lucky to get her butt in the way. It still hurt, and the powerful kick made that ass jiggle and the black booty shorts fray. Steph looked to separate her enemy's spine with a tackle and continue back attacks. She ducked low with a charge. Hannah knew she couldn't get a good kick off, but she hoisted her legs up and to the side of the topless brunette. Steph threw an uppercut that banged into Hannah's low hanging boobs. Hannah let go of the cage and wrapped her legs around Steph's waist, falling down and behind her rival. Like Hannah had seen in video games, she grabbed Steph's wrists and jerked the German's arms backwards. Hannah brought her knees back and then kicked Steph in the spine, before the feisty little bruiser could turn this around. Steph stumbled but didn't fall. Hannah dismounted, but didn't land well.

The combatant in the jeans shorts, Steph, sensed weakness and kicked high to pulverize Hannah's healing face. Her foot hit shoulder first and then neck. Hannah yelped and looked ripe for picking off. Steph fired a big right. The blonde seemed to flail a leg to block in a flexible and lucky move. Hannah brought her other leg up and trapped Steph's wrist. Gravity ensured that Hannah fell onto her hip, and Steph couldn't get her wrist free to avoid being taken down. The topless blonde nearly broke Steph's arm, getting it in a leg lock and twisted. There was a pop and and yelp from the brunette, who powered through the submission, but left her head open. Hannah snaked her legs around Steph's neck, sitting behind the topless brunette. Steph shook and threw elbows, making her big orbs bounce. Hannah split her own knuckles open striking Steph in the head.

The more experimental and stimulated fighter, Hannah, got a possibly match changing pull on Steph's neck from swiveling her hips. Steph's head and shoulders on Hannah's crotch had the blonde excited and wanting some play time. Hannah bent over and kissed the struggling and angered battler on the lips. Steph's punches only managed to get close to Hannah's face after barreling into her breasts and sideboobs first. Hannah's legs were too tired to keep the squeeze on Steph's neck and the brunette valiantly fought out of that, but Hannah was draped over her foe. She unbuttoned Steph's jeans shorts and shoved her hands in to push them off. Steph wriggled and tried to kick Hannah. Her ass bounced on the ground, and the shorts came off, revealing pink panties. Hannah fingered Steph and then tried to lick her pussy. The blonde got kneed in the jaw for that.

Fans roared. The two fierce competitors weren't done yet, evident by how fast they got to their feet. Hannah had to cup her own tits to get an equal balance of pleasure there and in her yoni area. Her black shorts were crooked and wedged enough to show white bikini bottoms camel toe. Steph had nice tits and all, but Hannah really liked Steph's wet and see through pink panties. The German had a neatly trimmed dark bush. Hannah had a taste and craving for that. She took a strap on off the its hanger on the cage. It had a nice front piece to rub Hannah too for two females fornicating. Steph clenched her fists and said, “That's premature! I'm closer to winning than you are!”

The punch from the lingerie model, Steph, made her statement seem false. Hannah blocked it with one hand. Steph was normally a powerhouse who bullied the other women. Steph's hand was up by Hannah's head, so she grabbed blonde hair and yanked. Hannah dropped the sex toy, but it was too late. She couldn't block the next right hook. Steph's punch chipped Hannah's front tooth and made a mess of the blonde's luscious lips. Although she looked punch drunk, Hannah managed to wrap her arms around Steph in a sexy clinch. Steph kneed Hannah in the pussy and pulled her shorts and bikini bottoms down over her rotund ass cheeks. Hannah kneed Steph in the abs and spanked Steph's ass. The German kickboxer made her chest as tight as possible to dominate Hannah's supple rack. The blonde had the audacity to try and lift and throw Steph. Steph banged her head into Hannah's jaw and had too strong a core and stance for that. Steph stomped Hannah's ankle and grappled. She slung the blonde at the cement like a sack of potatoes. The clothes at Hannah's thighs kept her legs together until Steph stomped through those. She spread Hannah's legs apart and dove onto the dumb ravaged slut. Steph got socked in the neck and it was almost enough to stop her onslaught. Her eyes watered and her focus was a bit off as she punched down. Steph's knuckles mashed into the ground. She elbowed Hannah in the neck and then landed a satisfying nose breaking punch. Crimson gore sprayed. Hannah still struggled. Steph punched amiss again, really hurting her clenched digits against the rock hard surface.

The naked blonde rolled over, trying to shield with her ass. Steph grabbed the strap on shaft to punish Hannah. Her other hand grabbed and pulled Hannah's hair. She had no hands to punch with so Hannah wiggled her ass and helped the big sex toy get lodged into place. Hannah had just gotten a wax and her bare crotch offered an easy glide into her sacred feminine area. The blonde's hands grasped the cage wiring as her hair was pulled. She gyrated so wildly, Steph had to keep a hand on the strap on or it was going to come out. “This is what you get for trying to make this sexual too quickly!” Steph shouted, rotating and plunging the fake cock in deep to cum cries and throaty squeals of pleasure from the blonde. The only attack Steph managed was kneeing Hannah in the haunch while fucking her from behind. The thrusting was so forceful that Hannah's knockers smashed against the cage in front. Steph pressed the release on the dildo part of the strap-on and the fluids mixed with Hannah's tenacious motions caused Steph to slide away after getting a rump bump to the face.

“Thanks for that!” Hannah shouted, lifting her lower half up and extending legs to kick. One foot got Steph right in the jaw. Hannah landed, doing the splits, and leaked a bit from her very sensitive cooter. Hannah and Steph got to their feet, looking slow and tired. Hannah was being careful not to slip and fall in the fake jizz and seminal fluids. Steph stepped in for a haymaker and turned her ankle. She adjusted to strike Hannah in her flank near the belly. Hannah swung two touching uppercuts into Steph's neck. The German's brown eyes rolled. Her head shot back. She got her feet stable underneath her to swing a desperation punch. Hannah ducked it enough to only have the side of her head glanced. She grabbed Steph's panties, pulling her victim close. Hannah kneed Steph in the gut. The panties straps broke. Hannah punched Steph in the navel. The nude brunette buckled. Hannah lowered her dome into Steph's throat. The blood Steph coughed up from her insides hit Hannah's blonde hair. Hannah bent low, hesitating her panting mouth at Steph's pussy lips. Hannah pecked a smooch there and then lifted her rival under the buttocks. Hannah moved her grip lower to the ankles and lifted Steph off her feet. Steph yelped and elbowed Hannah in the head, but the determined blonde kept her grip. She hoisted Steph airborne and then swung down, slinging Steph like a rag doll. The back of brunette's head hit the concrete, making a gash and concussing the chesty chick. Steph's labored breathing on her back got the fans and Hannah riled up.

The wrestler blonde, Hannah, grabbed Steph by the hips, lifting her again. Hannah was going to run herself completely out of energy to heal or fight after these moves, but she didn't care. She shoved her nose into Steph's pussy, hoisted, with the limp brunette folding over her shoulder, and then bridged her back. Hannah slammed Steph's face and head to the concrete with a resounding clunk and thud. The skull damage and fractures were visible with another bloody gash seeping plasma into Steph's face. Hannah turned Steph's head to the side so she could breathe, and stomped Steph's neck to the cement the win. Hannah felt a serum dart hit her in the between the shoulder blades. She clenched, not wanting to get too much power right away. Hannah put on Steph's jeans shorts, leaving them unbuttoned and unzipped to show her cleavag and more. Hannah said, “I'm in your pants Steph! A cowgirl wrestler like me should wear the daisy dukes!” Hannah put on the strap-on. Before using that, she first spread Steph's ass cheeks, and ate out her pussy, teasing the downed woman sexually. Hannah would go full tilt and hesitate. She used her fingers and mouth expertly.

“OH!” Steph moaned. “More!” Hannah liked making Steph beg. Hannah tongued her clit and all around her tingling vulva. Steph's bodily control was weak, and she was primed to blow a big load. That was when Hannah entered her with the strap-on dildo. Fucking the loser was a rush, but Hannah mostly did this for the fans. Hannah had a wild fantasy of beating Katie and fucking her. That would really get Hannah off. They were best friends, and Katie wasn't gay. This would be Hannah's only chance to have her way with Katie and for them to still be friends. Hannah couldn't wait! She really hoped Shleby wouldn't win. Steph squealed and squirted with an orgasm or too.

“Finish her!” Avi shouted.

Hannah looked the heroine of many male fantasies topless in jeans shorts. She lifted Steph for a head to ground piledriver. Steph's brains were mush and her scream was delayed. Her healing head got bloody again, opening the old wounds and making new ones. Hannah finished Steph with the Tombstone slam. That started by hugging Steph chest to chest, lifting, and then flipping the nude brunette upside-down to drop on her head. It really damaged Steph's neck too, getting a crunch sound. As the naked brunette's body gave its last spasm or too with the grim reaper hanging near, Hannah grabbed Steph in a rear naked choke. SNAP! left and then a SNAP! right, and the brunette's tongue lolled. Her eyes were completely white and her entire face was messed in scarlet. Hannah kept Steph's neck and head looking regular and in the right place. She didn't behead the loser. The blonde sat on Steph's face, digging her own uncovered poon into the brunette's cold nose. Hannah pulled up on the daisy dukes, giving herself a wedgie and showing great restraint on serum to not snap the denim. It also proved how much Hannah needed to heal. It had been a close fight. Hannah's hamhock ass cheeks rested on Steph's eyes, closing the lids. The German kickboxer was dead. Her succulent body looked amazing laid out, and Hannah's ass and tits looked magnificent with her posing with the facesit. “YEEHAW!” Hannah joked, grinding a bit on the corpse's head and face.

“Fatality!” Avi shouted. “Hannah wins!”

 

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Underground Fighting Supermodel Organization Championship Tournament Round One

5. Katie Bell (4-4) vs 12. Shelby Chesnes (3-2)

The last fight of the first round got a little extra striptease with the busty brunettes making their way to the cage in robes at the same time. Shelby's black robe was nearly see through and really clinging to chest and butt curves. Shelby kissed commentator Keilah in her blue cat mask on the lips. The Korean brunette, Keilah, still wore her blue and white wrestling one piece suit and mask, even though everyone knew her identity now. Keilah and Shelby still hadn't gotten their first date yet. There were two doors to get in the cage, and the combatants looked at one another to synchronize their reveal. Katie wore a puffy white robe around her body. She had smoked serum the night before, and was really still feeling incredible. The babes were cordial now, but after their serum injections, they'd be at one anothers' throats. Announcer RoboMic and the fans went crazy for the disrobing. Shelby was close to the commentators and was completely nude under her robe. The only announcer with any composure was Avi who sat in the middle between the cyborg and the mysteriously powerful Keilah. RoboMic and Keilah had identical jaw gaping and fists pounding on the table reactions, leaning forward to get a better look. Katie wore a black Ignite bikini and felt upstaged. Her top had the white Ignite logo like a steer horns over her left breast. Some underboob flesh was visible, but not enough to get people whooping like they would for Shelby's already nude body. Katie was really excited about how her ass looked in the thong bikini bottoms too. Her bestie, Hannah, was super into butts and fighting with her butt all the sudden. Katie hoped Hannah would be a little envious, and that it would make her work harder. Hannah and Katie had grown by leaps and bounds recently in strength and toughness fighting here. Katie thought her booty sticking out was as pronounced and shapely as her chest. She was stoked about it! And she had a really sexy tan.

Katie and Shelby were injected with serum before getting into the cage. The nude brunette, who was part Japanese, Shelby, forced a lot of the serum energy into her big tits. The breast expansion almost made her mounds too big for her body. The titties were mesmerizing and mouthwatering. Keilah looked at RoboMic and said, “Ok, you have a point about big boobies being awesome!” Keilah had argued with RoboMic that twerking butts were as attractive if not more than huge boobs.

“Ah Damn,” Katie grumbled, lounging against the cage like a pinup model. She exhaled and a visible cloud of smoke escaped her lungs. Her serum high from smoking was still with her for real. Shelby saw the dark vapor, clenched her fists, and broke out in a cold sweat. Katie could feel that she was at another level. It was unfair. Katie could probably turn into smoke again like she'd done last fight, and maybe even pull off the crazy body explosion fatality Bianca had done by going into Shelby's mouth as serum smoke and then materializing. Katie tried to suck the serum breath back in, assuming that Shelby couldn't breathe it without getting sick and weak.

The naked combatant shook her head. She was so angry! She had to fight another serum smoking monster. Shelby shouted, “You smoked serum before the fight?! FUCK! I hope it backfires on you! And people thought I was the league favorite! I'm getting the shaft!”

“I'll give you all three of my shafts!” RoboMic said. “Wooeee!!”

“I already called dibs on Shelby!” Keilah said, “and she likes me best!”

Avi sounded the gong to start the fight. He didn't physically hit a gong. The sound system projected the noise from a command from his phone. He thought about getting a real gong though. He felt bad for Shelby, but didn't know what to do about the women who smoked serum and were stronger. Avi wasn't in charge. He had been the previous masked manager's lackey, and now he was paid by Shadow Enterprises. He liked the new company a lot as they had healed his disfigured head and face from a car accident years ago. It was possible that the women who smoked serum could have complications and lose. Avi knew that Keilah would be pulling for that outcome.

“Ninja!” Shelby shouted, moving as fast as she could. She was trying to be playful and hold back her rotten temper. Serum gave you serious rage. Shelby karate chopped Katie in the belly before the bikini model even reacted. Shelby knew she wasn't that fast though. She elbowed her rival in the belly. Katie's tummy was squishy and vulnerable, but the babe was still lounging and looking nonplussed. Katie elbowed Shelby atop the head. Shelby's eyes crossed. The nudist uppercut her rival in the pussy. That connection felt right. Katie moaned.

“You, fucking Hannah, and the other chicks with these sexual and low blows,” Katie grumbled. She hugged Shelby. Her adversary's giant tatas were on fire! Not literally, but they were firm and brimming with energy. Katie's tits felt dwarfed and demolished pressing against Shelby's melons, and Katie wasn't a slacker for titfighting or having a small weak rack. She ducked her head into Shelby's shoulder as the naked woman was first to strip all the way, first to attack, and first to focus and fight well. Katie saw more serum breath exhale from her quivering lips. She sucked it back in feverishly. Katie didn't want to win in such a cheap way. Against another serum smoker, anything would go, but it would be no fun or challenge to just obliterate Shelby. Shadow Enterprises was testing Katie so it wasn't like she would not see serum again for a long time if she couldn't get wins or fights and earn reward serum. Katie yelped as a knee smashed into her crotch. She should've expected that. It was her fault for leaving her legs open. She needed to make her pussy soft so her cervix didn't get decimated.

Feeling like the underdog fueled Shelby. It made her so hot and aroused thinking of beating Katie like this. She wrestled her arms free and went for the bikini model's belly again. Katie gasped dark sparking air. Shelby ducked it, ramming her shoulder into Katie's stomach. Shelby got kneed in the leg and uppercut in the torso. She stood up straight and was convinced she'd not be able to breathe. Shelby held her breath and was happy to see and feel none of the serum air. She punched Katie's blocking hand. She kneed her opponent in the gut. Katie buckled. No cheating gas came from her mouth this time. Shelby drove her fist into Katie's grill. The sexy babe squealed. Her arms went up. Her tits jiggled. Her bulbous ass smashed into the cage before the back of her head hit it. She impressively blocked a karate strike at her throat with an elbow. Shelby socked Katie in the eye. Her skin felt too hard and brittle now, and tore on impact. Shelby backed up, expecting Katie to tap into smoked serum power. It didn't happen. Shelby kicked across Katie's midsection. It hunched the tanner model. Katie was getting pounded like a jobber. She flailed and her fist clipped Shelby's temple. Katie was constantly gasping for breath! Maybe her lungs were closing up! Shelby almost felt bad, but the serum made her want the kill. Shelby tried to hit Katie hard enough to burst her insides. The first punch hit right on the Ignite logo with Katie's tits dangling. The next punch was a hook that knocked Katie's tits out of the bikini top. Shelby salivated looking at that model body turning and the breasts swaying. Katie's little moans made Shelby want her in the bedroom, dominated, and screaming for more. Shelby uppercut Katie in the jaw. The bikini model, Katie put her hands in Shelby's hair. She didn't or couldn't yank in time. Shelby boxed Katie's pretty face with a vicious combo of blood splattering punches.

Things looked incredibly one sided with the naked woman beating the shit out of her foe. Katie stumbled and held the cage wiring to not fall onto her face. Shelby kicked hard into the back of Katie's legs. Katie fell to a knee with her tits hanging out of the crooked black bikini top. Shelby aimed a kick for Katie's face, but was distracted by her orbs. Shelby's foot hit chest mounds and collar, knocking Katie onto her ass. The tanner combatant, Katie, rested on her side, posing almost like she had last fight with one hand in her hair. One boob squashed the other one from gravity and her bloody face was not disfigured or swollen. Healing magic was awesome. Katie looked relaxed.

“Get up, Katie!” Shelby shouted. “I almost feel bad for you, but you smoked before this fight to beat me! I didn't see it backstage. When did you?! How much?!”

“I had half what we normally get injected twelve hours ago!” Katie said. Serum breath clouded from her nostrils. Her brown eyes grew wide and she opened her mouth like a cum guzzling slut to suck it all back in. Shelby didn't want to believe it. She wanted to see Katie as the bad guy, but Katie seemed truthful. Was Katie trying to build up her own strength swallowing serum breath? What was happening?! Shelby grabbed Katie's wrist and pulled her up and into a lariat where Shelby's forearm slammed into Katie's throat. Katie was upended and her body hit the concrete hard. Her tits jiggled and a strap on her bikini top broke. Shelby paused, looking at Katie's sexy body. She stomped at Katie's neck. Katie rolled away.

The now topless brunette with the perfect peach bottom, Katie, got to her feet dangling her swimsuit top. She winked at Shelby and said, “Yeah! You like women, right?! You like this?!” Katie's smile got punched off her face. She dropped her top. Her flailing body hit the cage. Shelby's old high school nickname of Ninja looked legit as she struck Katie a dozen times in about ten seconds. Head, body, and leg strikes made Katie bend, twist, cry, and bleed. Shelby pivoted on her heel and kicked Katie in the face. A wave of gore went flying and the topless chick crashed into the cage. She bounced off, nearly knocking the door open, and cracked her chin on the concrete. Katie should've been trying to make her body softer, but she'd been treating this entire fight like a dumbass, trying not to have an unfair advantage, and thus giving Shelby a major advantage! Katie rolled over onto her front, presenting her booty, and hoping for her sex appeal to work while she decided how she wanted to play this out. She needed to recover too.

“How do you get your ass to look like that?!” Shelby said, staring. She grabbed a double-sided dildo from its hanger on the cage. Shelby kicked Katie in the cooter. She bent down and gave Katie a wedgie. Shelby swatted Katie's ass with the dildo. The bikini bottoms were crooked enough for Shelby to get on her knees and insert the dildo into Katie's pussy. The sex toy pleasured both women as Shelby did the heavy thrusting, pounding Katie and swatting her ass raw.

“How's my ass look?” Keilah asked her fellow commentators, feeling jealous. Her butt cheeks were on display and her blue cat tail swung back and forth.

RoboMic's shades slipped down his nose. He said, “Ok, you have a point about asses being hot too. WOOEEE! Ass and Titties! I love this job!!”

Katie clenched her body tight. She was trying not the breathe out serum. She couldn't make her body soft while doing this, and she couldn't hold back the pleasure forced onto her. Katie squirted all over and didn't like feeling the loss of all those fluids despite the amazing serum orgasm. They were always amazing, different, and electric. Katie slammed her fists on the ground, cracking it. Hannah was always an affectionate slut, so Katie hadn't been surprised when Hannah said she had feelings for Katie. Other MFL chicks and the paperwork from Shadow Enterprises mentioned extra testosterone, estrogen, and all sorts of other chemicals going in bodies, and fighters being very attracted to the same sex as a common occurrence on serum. Katie didn't want the fact that she'd squealed and cum to give Hannah the idea that Katie was into chicks too. During a fight, it felt good and was fun to dominate the loser sexually. The fans liked it too. Other than that, Katie preferred men, and actually liked the submissive role outside of fighting. She liked being treated like a bimbo and a princess by burly manly men. They didn't have to know that she could kick their ass and kill them on serum.

“I'm gonna fuck you dry,” Shelby said, pulling part of the dildo out to insert it in Katie's ass. Shelby didn't notice the serum energy, but her skin stood up on the back of her neck. She pulled out the dildo from her own private area and tried to block a kick that battered her neck. Shelby winced and wound up a kick. She nailed Katie, but it was right in the boobs as Katie had gotten up. Katie's nip bled and lactate spritzed. Katie slammed open palms into Shelby's milky jugs for retribution. She headbutted Shelby in the face. Shelby's head flew backwards. An arch of crimson went into the air. Katie tried to suck up the serum air she'd been giving off by accident, but it sparked. It was too much. She got a ton of power and kicked Shelby's knee. The patella seemed to come off and press against the skin. Shelby screamed and landed rough on the concrete. She rubbed her injured knee, but popped up to her feet.

Shelby threw a punch at Katie's face. Katie parried it. She spun, jumped in the air, and playfully drove a heel into Shelby's collar. Shelby winced and whipped around. Katie inhaled. She was going to turn into air from sucking it all in. She just went with it. Katie disappeared in the dark air. She reappeared and kicked into Shelby's armpit. Katie bitch slapped Shelby in the face, not thinking it would rotate the brunette's jaw and draw blood. Shelby's hands palmed the ground. She tried to kick out Katie's legs. Katie stood her ground. Her body was soft. Her calves absorbed the blow. Katie kicked and her body was hard. It blasted Shelby's blockers. Katie's foot went between Shelby's big tits, separating them before slamming into Shelby's chin. The blow still knocked Shelby's head back and took her off her feet. The nudist went down again.

Shelby knew she was in trouble now. She sat, wiping blood from her lips. She kicked Katie in the crotch, noting the bikini model's crooked bottoms and sticky wet thighs. Shelby's foot hit the target, but didn't feel right. Katie's body was too soft like a bean bag chair, and the topless babe didn't look pained at all. Shelby saw Katie's foot. Katie had raised her leg and then STOMP! Shelby squealed. Her arms went up in the air. Her Cerebellum clonked on the ground. Scarlet spritzed from her nose and mouth wounds. She gasped, cried, and writhed. Although she'd tried to kick Katie off, Shelby felt her rival grabbing and contorting Shelby's leg. Katie now sat on the ground, executing a submission. Shelby's knuckles were white as she held the cage wiring and tried to get free. Katie raised one eyebrow and jerked Shelby's ankle. The naked woman's entire leg felt like it was being ripped off. POP! “AHH!” Shelby screamed. A hip joint was out of the socket. Katie stopped the torment and stuck her bare toes into Shelby's pussy. She wiggled them, and Shelby felt a little better, but still mad and anguished. Shelby got to her feet, popping the leg joint back into place. A dizzying wave of pain went over her body. She hadn't even seen Katie stand up, but she saw Katie's fist.

The commentator, Keilah, dropped her head onto the table, pinching her cat mask ears. She knew she wouldn't be getting that date anytime soon. Shelby was going to be killed. The fans roared. Keilah looked up. Shelby looked lost. She couldn't see Katie with blood and sweat dripping down into her eyes. Katie did move quickly, but she wasn't disappearing into air this time. Katie kicked Shelby in the leg. Shelby had to hold onto the cage to not fall over. Katie punched Shelby in the mouth. Shelby's lips were split something fierce. Keilah wanted to kiss all Shelby's wounds and make her better, but knew that Shelby would need a CryoTank healing. As sexy as the women were, it was hard for Keilah to watch Shelby get her belly and face obliterated by unyielding attacks.

It did feel like Katie was on top of the world now that she wasn't fighting herself in the name of fairness. Shelby didn't have a chance. Her pretty face looked ashen and destroyed, struggling to keep up healing the injuries. Katie knew that the entire ring had traces of serum breath in it now. It wasn't as dark and concentrated as before, but it was still affecting Shelby. She could barely gasp and get her arms up. Her big juicy tits needed to be violated and milked. Katie ducked a flailing swipe. Shelby's nails raked Katie's sideboob. Katie clapped her hands together with Shelby's knockers in the middle. Katie kneed Shelby in the navel. Shelby's cooling body crashed against the cage. She buckled and coughed up blood. She tried to toss Katie, but the bikini model batted Shelby's hands away. Katie turned around to do damage with her rear and to purposefully blow smoke from her mouth in the opposite direction of her dying challenger. Katie smashed her butt into Shelby's bruised belly. Katie threw elbows backwards. One perfectly pinned Shelby's wrist to the cage. The other elbow went into Shelby's open mouth, muffling her moans. Katie twerked and danced, ramming her booty cheeks into Shelby's tits. Her humps bumped Shelby's underboobs, and then Katie just used her derriere as a battering ram. Her ass could crunch Shelby's bones, but instead it flattened the defeated broad's giant and engorged tits. Milk sprayed to the sides with Shelby's teats pointed in almost opposite directions. Katie turned around, elbowing and punching Shelby's belly and body again. The naked fighter's bosoms still had plenty of size and juice to smack out. Katie socked the sagging melons like punching bags, getting lactate and plasma spray. The jiggling breasts coupled with Shelby's screams had many watchers aroused. They weren't surprised when Katie grabbed Shelby sexually in an embrace.

The two women hugged, but it looked very unpleasant for Shelby. Katie forced Shelby into the cage and stomped the knee that already looked messed up. Katie knew that a lot of dark and charged serum breath was going to come out. She had exerted herself a lot beating Shelby to no energy. Katie put her lips over Shelby's mouth. To most fans it did look like Katie was trying to suffocate Shelby rather than make out with her, but other fans wanted that kissing fantasy between busty broads and swore they saw it that way. Shelby's brown eyes rolled back in her head. Her body lost almost all its color where she wasn't bleeding and healing. Katie groped Shelby's ass, happy to think her own behind was much nicer. Shelby's boobs were more of her draw than her ass. Katie's curves up and down were equally erotic. Katie wasn't sure what breathing serum into Shelby would do. She wasn't sure if she was covering for the company or trying to make herself look better like her serum smoking wasn't the absolute reason for her overwhelming victory. Breathing serum in Shelby's mouth sure didn't power Shelby up. Shelby looked poisoned and petrified. Katie uppercut Shelby in the nose.

CRACK!

Never before had Katie felt like she was strong enough to kill someone in this way, but she thought for a moment that broken nose bones had splintered into Shelby's brain. Shelby was unconscious and quivering. The only thing keeping her alive was healing energy. Her head flopped back down, leaking loads of carmine gore. Katie uppercut Shelby in the throat. CRUNCH! Neck bones crackled and Shelby's head hit the cage again.

“Don't even bother with a serum dart for me,” Katie said, snatching and holding the humiliated loser by the boob. “Bianca's right,” Katie said. “Those of us who can smoke and breathe the serum are on a different level than everyone else. That's why I destroyed, Shelby. Keilah, you wanna fuck her before I kill her?! Sorry about your luck.”

“Please,” Shelby whined. It was impressive she was awake and able to talk. “Any... pleasure... Keilah.”

Katie held Shelby against the cage and kicked the double-sided dildo towards the bottom of the cage grating. Keilah got up from her chair, pouting. She pushed her one piece suit to the side and on no serum, inserted the dildo into herself and the other side into her naked ninja lover. Katie was sort of bored holding Shelby by the tits for the fucking. Shelby's ass banging into Katie's clit was ok. Shelby didn't have the ass or the energy for it, and Keilah wasn't on serum. Even with Katie pushing Shelby down to make the lovers about the same height due to the platform the cage was on, Keilah didn't get a lot of strength into the love-making. Katie enjoyed making it rain milk on Keilah in her silly, but sexy and cute wrestling outfit. Katie thought about how to kill Shelby. Shelby's back crunched from being shoved downward. The brunette's entire body was brittle and weak or something from inhaling the serum Katie had put into her mouth. Shelby's tits and cooter were plenty wet. Keilah made her have a gushing orgasm.

Avi said, “Finish her!” Keilah pulled out, frowned, and turned around. She didn't want to see the death.

Katie turned into air. She went up through the small opening in the center of the cage, appeared and shouted, “I'm so OP it's unfair!” She pumped a fist in midair near the ceiling, shook her ass (which made her boobs jiggle too), and she dipped forward like a diver with her fists clenched. Katie almost expected to be hated, feared, or worse for her powers, but fans cheered like mad. She could move faster as air. She tried to apply that with constant shifts back into being solid to get gravity on her side too. Shelby was on her knees with her hands locked to the cage and her body stiff and vulnerable. Cum still leaked from between her legs, and Katie was pretty sure she could milk the broad more too. Katie went fully solid right above Shelby with a lot of force and momentum. She drove her foot into Shelby's spine and severed the naked fighter in half like a blade. Katie's foot went through the platform to the floor. The two halves of the loser slid apart slowly because of the blood and her body being hunched over Katie's ass now. The cauterization was quicker than the halving, but quite a bit of spatter had hit Keilah in the back. When Keilah would fight again, she'd remember this to fuel her strength and fighting spirit.

“Fatality!” Avi said. “Katie wins! And it's a good thing we've got time between fights to plug the hole she made in the cement.”

Round One was over. RoboMic and the fans seemed to love everything about the tournament so far, but there was talk about serum smoking. Avi and Keilah didn't like it. Bianca and Katie seemed like unbeatable powerhouses if they could keep this up, but maybe they couldn't. The word from Shadow Enterprises was to just not talk about it, but RoboMic didn't get the memo, chatting up fans with stupid comments like this. “If she can go inside me, I'd take her up my butthole and all my dicks. I like putting it in her holes, so why wouldn't I like her putting her entire self in me?!”

“That sounds kinda gay, bro,” a fan said.

“G-spot,” RoboMic said. “Cyborg sensors! I'm programmed to be Alpha Male!” The fans laughed. RoboMic was serious though. He thought he was the shit now, and he was pretty cool in some ways.

 

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Underground Fighting Supermodel Organization Championship Tournament Quarterfinals

1. Nikki Cormier (7-0) vs 8. Sara C (4-0)

“The last two undefeated fighters face off here tonight,” Avi announced at the commentators' table facing the cage. The former masked manager of these events had wanted to see busty blonde “bodybuilder” Nikki get destroyed and humiliated, because she thought she was tough. Avi tipped his hair pick in the air in memory of that jerk. Nikki was a fan favorite. She had an impressive gym regimen and had won a lot of close and hard fights in this cage. Nikki wore a lacy white bra with tie strings in the front and barely there daisy dukes jeans shorts in two tiny denim pieces that tied together with white string at her hips. Nikki already had large quad muscles in her legs and big biceps for a model before the serum injection. When the needle stuck her, administered by staff through the cage wiring, her abs and muscles really stood out. Her navel piercing glimmered. Her large breasts expanded, pushing against the loosened bra. The blonde ran a hand through her long hair, staring down her foe in the cage.

In contrast, Sara, the trim brunette fighter from Romania, did not look like a bodybuilder. She often appeared a lot smaller than the bimbo proportioned women. Sara rarely bulked up on serum to show the muscle she had or to flaunt larger assets. Sara wore a white bikini. The top was strapless with gold vine and snowflake embroidery on the white cups and the bottoms. Her tan skin, long curly brown hair, and subtle and alluring bikini body curves had RoboMic drooling over her too when the cyborg normally was most into chicks with impossible bodies with tiny waists and enormous breasts. Sara's makeup and red lipstick was just right to give her that girl next door look. She checked the cage concrete platform to make sure the hole Katie had made with her finisher of Shelby had been properly repaired. The ground felt hard. Sara dragged her heel over it and shrugged. She shouldn't have been thinking ahead, but she wanted to fight one of these women who smoked serum whether it was in the tournament or not. Sara had beaten Bianca handedly in this cage, but Shadow Bianca was a different story. Shadow Bianca had killed Sara quickly in a truck crash, and all that still didn't sit right with the brunette. She had little to no reaction to the serum jab, and stared down her rival, focusing one thing at a time. It was misleading how Sara's outward body and disposition didn't seem to change much at all. On the surface, she looked like a jobber to be pounded by the larger Nikki, but Sara was a fan favorite and undefeated because she fought well and deserved it. She also was constantly pushing the bar with the after battle humiliation sex on those who lost against her.

The combatants faced one another. Nikki was pumped up, looking fierce. Sara looked seductive and sultry. Even the way they stepped towards one another showed this. Nikki stared with laser focus. Sara looked Nikki's body up and down and said, “That outfit's easy access for sex.” Nikki's jeans shorts could be rubbed off wrestling and she didn't wear any panties. Sara's desire to fight, win, pop limbs and break bones was only muted by the thought of beating a good rival wanting to both be sexual and dominant. Nikki hadn't seemed like that type of combatant. Sara was determined to win, but the thought that her foe would enjoy sexfighting and was into this too was an added bonus.

Nikki said, “Yours too.” She clenched her fists. She didn't have a lot she wanted to say. She had been worried since MFL women came to UFSO that she was going to be replaced and become irrelevant. Now the women smoking serum were all the rage. Nikki wasn't even sure she wanted to try that. The side effects and long term downsides of the serum injections weren't well known yet. Nikki waited with baited breath for the sound of the gong to start the fight. Avi had actually purchased a gong and set it up near the cage. He held the stick with a padded tip, and whacked the metal plate, making a resounding and real gong noise.

Sara liked the real gong. She watched Avi run back to his seat. Sara took a look at all the sex toys hanging on the cage wiring. In that lapse for paying attention, Nikki socked Sara right in the jaw. The blonde with the big boobs was going all out right away. She wanted to win quickly or at least weaken Sara to get the edge. Sara had proven to be both tough and crafty. Nikki was decent on the ground wrestling, but she didn't want to end up there against the Romanian bone-breaker. Nikki kicked across Sara's midsection. She powered her way through Sara's blockers with punches. Sara tried to block the kick aimed at her midsection and her leg got punted. Sara's body spun. She flailed and nicked Nikki in the eye. Nikki blasted knuckles into Sara's flank. Sara got her footing and then kicked Nikki in the navel. The bigger blonde took that with a wince, and rocketed a right hook into Sara's mouth, getting the blood flowing and the intensity of the battle understood.

Sara refused to be bullied into the cage wire so soon. She stood her ground and got her knee stomped for it. Nikki crouched low with her tits ready to spill out of the top. Sara's punch grazed Nikki's head. The blonde had dodged and threw a left hook into Sara's stomach. Sara hunched and gasped. Her rear stuck out and almost touched the cage. She tried to grab Nikki's hair, but the long blonde locks had whipped to the other shoulder. Sara aimed for Nikki's six pack and belly-button piercing with a punch and hit a round breast orb. Nikki grabbed Sara's top. The brunette, Sara, tried to kick Nikki where it counts. A denim wedgie in that outfit wouldn't be uncomfortable. Nikki blocked with her leg. Her thigh muscles were large, hard, and toned. Sara got horny thinking how hot it would be to snap such superior and high powered limbs. Nikki jerked on Sara's top, ripping it off. The brunette's perky bosoms flopped out to loud applause and cheering. Nikki swung a punch, ricocheting off Sara's blockers and landing the blow in the topless broad's face.

The nipples of both fighters got exceptionally hard with their excitement. Nikki's teats poked against her top as she blasted her heel into Sara's tight tummy. The tough bikini model couldn't stop from being knocked off her feet into the cage. She didn't fall down, but maybe she should have. With her hands high, she got gutted with a punch to the core of her belly. It looked to push out skin at her back. She squealed and coughed blood, throwing an adrenaline fueled elbow into Nikki's face. It busted the blonde's lips open, but she kept her head facing Sara to continue attacking and uppercut her opponent in the grill. Sara's teeth mashed into her gums and her head flew backwards with a spittle and plasma spray. Sara swung her arms and kicked, bouncing off Nikki's quad. She kept her guard low and tried to grab Nikki in a clinch to transition to the ground. Nikki's knee knocked Sara's hands away. A straight jab to the throat weakened Sara's resolve. The topless brunette pinched and yanked Nikki's private area only to get her arm stomped and a shoulder smashed into her collar and neck.

The fast and furious fighters threw a dozen punches or more in the span of a few seconds. Their bodies shook and their succulent parts jiggled. Nikki landed twice the blows and had more power on them too, bruising the naked torso of the curly haired competitor and finishing with a blood splattering right hook. Sara yelped and fell onto her hands and knees. Nikki was soaked with sweat. There was a cut on her knuckles. Her nose bled. She had a swollen eye, healing quicker than Sara's dark shiner, and she felt her top rubbing a bloody and walloped nipple the wrong way. Nikki tore off her soaked white bra and kicked Sara between the legs with the bikini model trying to be tricky to ensnare legs. Sara flopped over onto her front, and Nikki couldn't help the urge to jump down and mount her foe. Sara's knees plowed into Nikki's abs. Nikki landed a grazing punch to Sara's cheek. Nikki tried to push Sara's legs apart and got rocked in the jaw. She sat back to make sure she wasn't falling for a jujitsu trap.

Sara was inches away from grabbing Nikki's wrist. She took her anger out, socking a milky sideboob and sat up, clonking heads with Nikki. Despite being dizzy and taking a lot of damage, Sara still tried to wrestle and keep the topless blonde on the ground. Nikki had enough confidence in her ground game that she didn't get to her feet right away or pull Sara up. She grabbed Sara's hair and decked the smaller fighter in the face. More scarlet spilled onto the concrete, but Sara kept sitting up and snaking her legs towards Nikki's limbs and body.

The topless blonde, Nikki, grunted, and yanked atop Sara's head to pull her up and into more punishment. Sara tripped Nikki and remained on the ground. Sara almost got hold of the arm Nikki had been using to pull Sara's hair. At this point the models were too close wrestling to throw punches. Nikki kneed Sara in her stomach. Sara rolled over, forcing Nikki towards the ground. The blonde's big boobs weren't doing her any favors getting scraped and squashed on the ground. She was determined now to win the match on the ground. She couldn't let the smaller woman show her up. She got elbowed in the face, but mashed her bigger body against the wiry bikini model. Sara slashed nails into Nikki's hip, slicing through the tie strings on her shorts. The brunette rubbed and slapped Nikki's private area with a hand. Their flexible bodies were contorted. The high intensity scrum looked like a MMA fight with neither woman able create enough space or able to get a submission going. They exchanged position between top and and bottom multiple times. Nikki preferred to be on top, but leverage and gravity were important. The kicking, twisting, and curling legs gave fans a few glimpses of Nikki's cooter and ass cheeks of both wriggling women to ogle. There was no yield from the chest to chest clinch. It was a titfight, but not one for the fans to really see. The battle of wills in the ground game was not a common occurrence in these flashy UFSO fights.

“Can anyone name the moves they're trying to do with jujitsu?” Avi asked.

“Oh yeah!” RoboMic said, puffing out his fat torso. “That's the Kimura! Nikki with the Kimura dragon hold double d's titties or bigger! WOOEEE!!”

“I don't know anything about that,” Keilah said, “but Sara looks to have Nikki rolled up for more pussy play! It looks kinda fun!” Keilah blushed. “Can't RoboMic be programmed to know about this stuff?”

“I do know!” RoboMic said. “Triangle hold! Triangle pussy rub! WEEE!!” Keilah shook her head.

Avi realized that this commentary crew was pretty bad. They were lucky to have jobs. RoboMic was there because he was an endless hype guy who was mostly harmless, and had plenty of kinky functions for the fans and women fighters like tentacles, multiple dicks, etc. Keilah was eye candy and the company wanted to keep her and her mysterious powers close. Avi was just leftovers from the original UFSO. Maybe he needed to prove himself and get better. He had been the hype guy before RoboMic.

“You,” Nikki grumbled, “Almost... got me... couple times.” The blonde grunted and hoisted Sara on top of her. The tear in Sara's white bikini bottoms grew. Nikki groped Sara's ass under the cloth and slid a finger into Sara's private area. It didn't stay long. Sara's bottoms broke off. Nikki had one of Sara's arms trapped under her armpit and back. She laughed as she got socked in the face several times. She choked on blood. Sara had Nikki's pussy lips so sensitive with fingering, stroking, and tribbing. The jujitsu and winning the fight took precedence for both women over scissoring. Nikki was the horniest she'd been in a fight, moaning and wet with precum. Sara's chest was softening from repeated rubbing and pressure from being on bottom. The brunette's orbs on top now were squeezing and pushing so hard, Nikki's nipples budded lactate. It was so fake and manufactured to be milked like this, but the liquid felt like refreshing and invigorating lube. Sara tried to sit back and take Nikki's leg hostage. Nikki held Sara close and risked her hold on Sara's arm to try and get Sara's elbow joint hooked in her knee pit. It was a success for Nikki as she got to her side, rocked, and yanked.

POP!

Sara yelped. Her face flushed. Tears streamed down her pretty face onto her cheeks. Nikki was on top, wanting to spread Sara further. Nikki elbowed her rival in the face. The nude brunette's healing features got opened with bloody cuts again with her having to force her shoulder back into the socket. Sara did have Nikki's leg dead to rights. The casual fan saw Sara getting pummeled, but then it all changed very quickly. Sara's leg was curled around Nikki's thigh making the shape of a four. Nikki had expected Sara to hug and continue wrestling, but the blonde got socked in the jaw. It was enough momentum for Sara to roll over and back. With her ankles locked together, Sara kicked down into Nikki's tits and sternum. Both of her hands pulled on and twisted Nikki's ankle. Typical holds like this that would cripple the average athlete weren't going to be as effective against someone with MFL grade serum in their body. Despite all the torque, there was no break yet. Sara did little sit ups until she could use her back to put pressure on Nikki's foot, trapping it. Then one hand could hold the calf in place while Sara karate chopped the bone relentlessly. “AHHH!!” Nikki screamed, grabbing Sara's legs. Sara kicked Nikki in the face. Nikki was about to get out of the hold. Sara felt her hand go numb from striking, but Nikki's ankle bone was pulverized. One more chop.

SNAP! CRACK!

The blonde leaned up with a squeal. Her ankle had been shattered. The pain was too much to get her brain firing correctly to go after Sara's injured shoulder. Nikki's eyes rolled. She attacked Sara's head. The brunette took it in order to grab Nikki's arm and wrist. Sara was on auto-pilot, using her mentor's guidance despite having her skull knocked about. Without serum, Sara wasn't sure she could tough out being attacked by someone as strong as Nikki. She was dizzy and weak now. Sara cradled Nikki's arm possessively against her rack. She kneed Nikki in the belly and the crotch and thrashed like a fish out of water to get back onto her tight ass on the concrete. Sara's leg draped over Nikki's neck. She stomped the heel of her other leg into Nikki's pussy, with the denim shorts crooked. Then Sara got her feet down on the ground to dig into Nikki's side. Nikki writhed and tried to rip off Sara's patella with her free arm. Her powerful thighs kicked and shook, but couldn't get close to kicking Sara in a significant way to get free. Nikki's big tits shook. She squealed and cried as Sara used both hands to pull on Nikki's wrist and make the very stiff and straight appendage stretch and jerk in ways it wasn't supposed to.

It was crazy how long it took for the submission to finally break Nikki's arm at the elbow joint. Nikki nearly got her legs around to kick Sara and get free in time. The cracking and snapping noises accompanied with Nikki's scream signaled bad news for the blonde bodybuilder. Nikki managed to kick Sara in the face just as her arm was broken and crippled. The nearly nude blonde got to her feet, limping with the broken ankle only taking a little healing energy. As much as Nikki would've preferred to have a gruesome skin piercing injury with her arm to have more power or to push all healing energy into her ankle, she couldn't control it. The MFL didn't want things too bloody or gory. Sara got to her feet, wiping Nikki's blood, sweat, and drool off her curvy front. The naked Romanian's muscles showed for a second before she looked cutesie and like a curvy doll again. Nikki wound up for a punch. Sara's blocking hands got plowed into her head. Sara went ahead, swallowed her pride, and got knocked into the cage. That had been a desperation strike from Nikki. It had drawn blood, but Nikki couldn't close the gap to keep attacking fast on that ankle. Sara timed a kick perfectly to nail Nikki between the legs. Sara sprang off the cage, smashing a fist into Nikki's temple on a leap. Sara landed and uppercut Nikki in the abs. Sara's knuckles bled from cutting into the belly-button piercing. Nikki and Sara struck each other at the same time. Sara got kneed in the gut, but she knocked Nikki's head back with an open palm strike to the blonde's chin.

The stubborn bodybuilder's big muscles were useless at this point. She stayed on her feet, wincing and cursing. She had one arm to block and attack and that was it. Sara socked Nikki in the eye, splitting skin near the eyebrow of the blonde. She kicked across Nikki's tummy. The blonde's abs were bruised and weakened. She hunched and gasped. Sara punched left, right, up, and down, hammering the blonde's head and face. Sara could do without the blood and core, but enjoyed the sound of Nikki's nose being broken. Sara knew that a strong enough kick would bring Nikki to her knees. The nude brunette punched for attacks only. She weaved real low for a cuntbuster, and then boxed that belly and those sagging tits. Sara got carried away and headbutted Nikki under the chin. She stomped the blonde's bad ankle for another musical CRUNCH! and Nikki fell to her knees, gasping. The blonde's head and tongue lolled and flopped downwards. Sara held Nikki's ears and rotated her hips to make the dying blonde's face and mouth touch Sara's clit and tickle a little deeper.

Sara moved to get a sex toy and Nikki toppled over with a thud. The blonde's already splintering mandible and jaw was likely broken now too. Her ass cheeks clenched. Her engorged tits spread to the sides instead of cushioning her front. Sara was hit with the winner's serum dart as she got a strap on from the hanger atop the cage fence. Her power rose. She also began healing on the spot. She bent over and spanked Nikki's ass. She tore off what was left on the denim daisy dukes. Sara lifted Nikki's lower half into the air. She inserted the dildo into Nikki's pussy and teased the tip around Nikki's vulva playfully. Nikki came to and moaned with her head turned to the side and her shoulders and tits still resting on the ground. Then Sara thrusted. “NO!!” Nikki cried. “I didn't... wanna... lose!! … Feels... so... good!” Nikki tried to not squirt right away. She held a little in. She was wet all over, dripping down her fit thighs. Sara had enough strength to hold Nikki up with one hand. She moved the dick of the strap on from pussy to asshole, shooting the white goo onto Nikki's back and booty humps. Sara swatted Nikki's ass and fucked her between clapping butt cheeks. Nikki's face and boobs got dragged on the concrete. Her head bounced a few times, knocking her unconscious again.

“Finish her!” Avi shouted.

Sara could've easily enjoyed more time with Nikki. She sighed, but then smiled. She had won! She set Nikki up onto her knees. The blonde's abused body wobbled. Sara put some cum onto Nikki's chest just to rub it in. Nikki held her chin as high as possible to at least lose with some dignity. She was humiliated sexually, and had enjoyed it, but she had fought well. Sara shoved the shaft into Nikki's mouth to face fuck her. Sara put her hands in Nikki's hair. She made Nikki choke, drawing out the finisher. Sara jerked Nikki's neck. SNAP! The dildo turned 90 degrees with the neck snap. Sara moved to Nikki's side and to continue her signature finisher. Sara cranked the blonde's neck another 90 degrees so Nikki's face was anterior and looking down at her booty. Sara moved to get a few more humps out of it and then blew the last of strap-on load all over Nikki's anguished and dead face.

“Fatality!” Avi shouted. “Sara wins!”

 

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Underground Supermodel Fighting Organization Championship Tournament Quarterfinals

6. Carmen Bella (5-5) vs 14. Keeley Hazell (4-4)

Just for fun, Avi projected the brackets that he and the other commentators had filled out against the wall. The sexy combatants for this fight, Carmen and Keeley, were making slight outfit adjustments before getting in the cage simultaneously. Carmen took out her big hoop earrings. Keeley took off a silky white see through top. Both women were incredibly stacked and topless. They had used the MFL makeup well to look exotic and sexier. RoboMic ignored Avi and said, “WOO!! TITTIES!! Blonde vs brunette! Mexican food vs French fries! Every fight should start with big ole titties in my face!”

“I'm British, I'm not French,” Keeley, the blonde said. RoboMic shrugged and doubled down on his stupid hype talk.

“Panties vs lingerie!” RoboMic said. “White chick vs not white chick! But best of all, big tits vs big tits! I've got dicks for both of them and you too, Blue Cat!”

Carmen laughed and shook her head. The sexy Latin porn star wasn't Mexican, but it didn't matter. She wore tiny Camo bikini bottoms and a dangling belly-button piercing with a star and leaf gem swaying as she moved rhythmically in her Capoeira way. Keeley wore red panties with pink, light red, and white flowers printed on them. Keeley's dyed hair showed a lot of brown at the tips, but she otherwise looked like a blonde bimbo with a big chest on display. She was the lowest seed left in the tournament.

Avi had not predicted either Carmen or Keeley to be in this fight and had predicted everything wrong so far except for the 1 vs 16 and 2 vs 15 matches. He had selected Nikki over Camilla in this round, Brit over Abby, Genesis over Emily, and Steph over Shelby. His Nikki over Steph in the final pick could not happen at this point after Sara had upset Nikki in the last fight. Avi hadn't taken serum smoking into consideration and had gone largely on what he'd seen before Shadow Enterprises became involved. Avi knew Sara was good, but thought Camilla had the Romanians figured out. Keilah's predictions were a lot better so far. She had picked Sara over Nikki, Abby over Brit, Bianca over Sophia, and Katie over Steph. Keilah had Bianca beating Abby in the final. She hadn't even picked her own girlfriend Shelby to win, and had chosen a Sophia #15 over #2 Emily upset. Keilah blushed and tried to explain her reasoning and guess at the upset.

“RoboMic, you may be the only person with a perfect bracket left,” Avi said.

“What?!” RoboMic said. “I filled that out with my dicks. Whoever I felt the most pleasure thinking about losing, I picked to win. I don't even remember what I selected. I mean, you two need to shut up while I'm looking at these big booby bodies getting in the cage and their breasts expanding from serum injection! I'm expanding alright in all my penal regions for sure! WEEE!!”

“Mikey is the only one to pick me to win?!” Carmen asked. She winced and socked the cage, feeling the rage from the serum injection. She smiled and swooped her brown hair from her eyes.

“He somehow has you beating Keeley here and then losing to Sara,” Avi said.

“You picked right on me, and I feel bad to spoil your bracket, but your luck ends here!” Keeley said, winding up her arms and clenching her fists. “I'm dancing my way to all the upset victories!”

“What are you gonna do tonight?” Carmen asked, hunching over.

“Same as you!” Keeley said. “I'll do Capoeira and Luchador wrestling, and maybe some belly dancing when you're dead!”

“Good choice,” Carmen said sarcastically. Carmen wanted to be the one belly dancing. She looked over her shoulder and said, “Maybe I'll pick you, Mikey, to help me fuck this broken blonde loser when it's all said and done!”

“No maybe, promise now!” RoboMic shouted. Carmen shrugged and nodded. Avi handed RoboMic the stick to sound the gong, but RoboMic shot his hand off his wrist (a typical cyborg grappling hook type function for him) and sounded the fight gong with his robo-fist. RoboMic tried to shoot his other hand to slap Carmen's ass, but the staff blocked it.

The topless Senorita, Carmen, hunched low. Her hands were nearly at the ground. She palmed the concrete with one hand and flipped head over heels, aiming a kick at Keeley's head. The lingerie model blocked with her hands and kicked her foot into Carmen's rack. Carmen landed on her feet and swung a left hook at Keeley's flank. The blonde backed out of range. This wasn't a smash of a beginning for the fight as to be expected with the women being injected with serum and high stakes. Both fighters were UFSO veterans though. It was fair to say they had experience with the serum here by now. Carmen did a front handspring trying to chase down Keeley and land her legs on the blonde's shoulders. The topless Brit sprinted away and slugged Carmen in the sideboob.

“You aiming for these girls?” Carmen asked, bending over and squeezing her tits together.

“I'll never tell!” Keeley said. In truth, she hadn't been. Big boobs got in the way. Keeley's strategy was to keep away from Carmen and let her tire herself out with her special moves until Keeley could get a handle on them and really attack. Carmen could close a distance fast. Keeley felt good about throwing her bust and body into her rival. Carmen stood tall to crash chests together. Keeley didn't want Carmen to catch on to what she was doing. Some titfighting would be a good ploy. There was no back clawing or punching. Both women held their hands together and tried to apply as much spine pressure as possible. The two sets of mammary balloons were still very firm, pounding and thwacking for space and dominance. Keeley got more than she bargained for. She stomped Carmen's ankle and kneed the slut in the pussy. That seemed to set off a hornet. Carmen kneed Keeley in the belly. Carmen rubbed back and forth getting her orbs to slap Keeley's tits and nipples. Keeley had to raise and cross her legs to block Carmen striking with her patella. Keeley got forced back against the cage, swinging her head. Their cheeks collided. Keeley's arms got numb from hugging pressure. She moaned and kissed Carmen on the lips. She barely got her index finger around Carmen's string bikini bottoms strap to pull up give the caliente combatant a wedgie. Carmen even tongue boxed Keeley with the kiss. Keeley's thighs and pussy got hit in the tousle. Her back tightened and she couldn't keep her feet on the ground. She grabbed a fence link and threw her head about to not have her spine demolished. Keeley didn't like or expect Carmen to have this much power. Keeley's floppy tits docked on Carmen's melons. She threw her head back and yelped as her vertebrae popped. Finally she got some energy spreading to her limbs from the warm relief starting near her back. She saw bruises on her breasts as she looked down and got the crown of her head to bash into Carmen's lips.

The blonde in the red panties, Keeley, had drawn first blood, but was looking much weaker and like a #14 fighter. She wriggled free of Carmen's grasp, kicking off the cage with one foot, and punting Carmen in the pussy with her other foot. The momentum allowed Keeley to tackle her adversary. She wanted to claim this was a Luchador move and her superiority out loud, but it happened too quickly, like Carmen wanted the match to go to the ground. Keeley did not expect this. She had wanted to keep things close to overpower Carmen. She tried to mount the thrashing thot. Keeley threw a punch at Carmen's face. Her knuckles hit the ground. She got kicked and kneed in the back, and was happy to roll off her rival to go back to Plan A.

Both women got to their feet adjusting wedged bottoms. Carmen whipped her brown hair and rotated her hips in a circular motion, making her already mesmerizing tits sway and bump into one another. Carmen said, “I thought you were gonna be dancing!” Keeley clenched her fists. Carmen hunched, weaved left and right, and added, “Like this!”

“Can it, Carmen!” Keeley shouted, clenching her fists. She began swaying similarly.

“Good,” Carmen said. “You're starting to get it.” Carmen socked Keeley in the boob.

“I'm gonna break you for fucking with me!” Keeley shouted.

“I'm gonna fuck you for break dancing with me!” Carmen retorted. She sat on the ground and swung her legs and hips crazily, nicking Keeley's calves. The blonde lingerie model backed up, wanting nothing to do with that. She wanted to kick and attack the cocky cunt, but a lot of models fell for that trap against Carmen. She knew what she was doing, baiting chicks – well not Keeley! Keeley made sure to stay away from Carmen and the cage to not get cornered. The bikini model jumped up and kicked high. She was flexible. Keeley crashed into the cage avoiding anxiously. She faked the Capoeira and a lunge. Carmen didn't really budge. Carmen did kicks, handsprings, and back-flips. It was annoying. Keeley kept her distance.

“Quit dicking around and fuck each other!” RoboMic shouted. The fans grew restless too. Keeley clenched her fists. She was starting to be able to predict a little better how Carmen would move. She tried to kick the bouncy bimbo in the flank, and Carmen kept going down and to the side instead of swinging back like a pendulum as usual. She did a cartwheel and glanced a kick off Keeley's cheek. Carmen left her feet to hit Keeley with a cross body slam. Keeley dodged. Her flailing fist hit Carmen's pelvis. Carmen latched her hands onto the cage and did a back-flip off it. Her own breasts hit her in the face which was more than what Keeley was doing to her. Keeley smashed her body into the cage with an attempt to elbow Carmen in the spine that was late. The blonde's big boobies cratered against the cage wiring. Carmen landed with a squat. She kicked like she was doing the can-can or an Irish jig, punting Keeley in the pussy. The blonde's ass cheeks shook from the momentum. Keeley turned around with a low kick that hit the mocha mounds of the infuriating tramp who wouldn't stand still!

“Dance with me!” Carmen said. She grabbed Keeley's wrist. They dipped towards the ground. They swung back the other way. Carmen released her hold. Keeley sent a knee at the Luchadora's labia. Carmen grabbed Keeley's other wrist. The jerky momentum and a kick to the bottom of her calves flipped Keeley, making her dizzy. Her patella had plowed into Carmen, but that hardly mattered as her back landed on the concrete. Keeley sat up, cursing, feeling her heavy and full breasts heaving. Carmen kicked Keeley in the spine. The blonde arched her back and stifled a scream. The reverberation from the kick and Keeley's protruding breasts seemed to push out to make her have erect nipples. She swore she was going to land an elbow into Carmen's ribs, but the crazy wrestler chick hopped into the air. Hands wrapped around Keeley's orbs, squeezing and latching on. Nails scraped into the sensitive breast flesh. A knee hit her in the tailbone. Carmen's forehead clonked Keeley's chin. The blob of brown skin finished her flip, releasing Keeley's knockers. Carmen turned and sprung at the same time. Keeley was trying to get to her feet. Carmen's bicep slammed and curled around Keeley's throat. Carmen's leg collided with Keeley's midsection. The blonde lingerie model yelped. She found herself upside-down, getting choked. Carmen's leglock had Keeley's knee joint jerked and yanked in an awkward painful direction as Carmen used gravity to put more pressure on Keeley to fall and take damage. Keeley's head rubbed against the rough ground. She threw punches and flails into Carmen's body and had to resort to head bashes to get out of this predicament. She felt Carmen's teeth against her head and then the brunette's nose get busted and bleed. Keeley's face and head rubbed skin off as the choke ceased. Both topless babes went down face-first with their legs still tangled. Keeley screamed in frustration, writhing and throwing elbows.

The topless blonde with the wedgie, Keeley, stumbled getting up. Carmen kicked Keeley in the ass. The blonde banged into the cage. Charging around like a wrecking ball and looking weak had worked for Keeley before. She whipped around, imitating Carmen's stupid motions. At least the whore was bloody and tiring. A right hook blasted Keeley in the jaw. Blood squirted out. Keeley hadn't expected Carmen to still have so much energy and power. Carmen palmed the ground and swung both legs with a horizontal leg ram into Keeley's guts. Keeley buckled and cried, feeling the cage grating imprint her backside from the blow. Keeley swung at Carmen and missed. She got uppercut in the chin. She tried to grab Carmen's hair, but got nose and eye. A kick cracked Keeley in the mandible. Blood pooled in her mouth and slopped out onto her abused jugs. Punches hit her torso. Two heels hit Keeley's eyes. If this wasn't the UFSO, she'd have two black eyes. Some skin had torn, making it hard to see. Keeley gasped for breath after taking this punishment, but continued to act like she was dancing and mocking Carmen. Carmen smirked. Keeley snatched a dildo from its hanger and aimed the squirt at Carmen's face. The bikini model put an arm up to block the fake jizz. Keeley kicked Carmen in the crotch and grabbed the navel piercing. Keeley yanked and used the dildo like a club, holding the release button. She hoped cum impacted into Carmen's eardrums. The piercing came off in Keeley's had. Carmen yelped and kicked Keeley in the flank.

“FUCK YOU!!” Keeley roared. She brought her hands together and the sharp piercing stabbed into the dildo. That gave her a hand to grab Carmen's hair and shove her face into the fence. Keeley got donkey kicked in the belly and hunched, coughing up blood. She swung the dildo as Carmen whipped around. The shaft smashed sideboobs, and the piercing cut into Carmen's underboob. It stuck there. Carmen winced and looked down at the puncture wound. Keeley pressed the release shooting artificial semen into the wound. “TAKE THAT!” Keeley said. The white goo got onto her hands and made her drop the sex toy. It had driven deep into the boob, spilling carmine gore. Keeley socked Carmen in the ribs. She'd been aiming for the belly. She headbutted her rival, eliciting a scream and bloody thwack. Carmen yanked out the dildo, quivering. She blocked Keeley's knockout punch. Keeley took pleasure in ramming her tits into Carmen's injured, greasy, and disgusting rack. Carmen tried to do some Capoeira shit, and Keeley finally got the upper hand. She stomped Carmen's wrist and the dark skinned slut hit the concrete hard, crunching her shoulder and sliding awkwardly. She scrambled and crawled. Keeley kicked for her ugly face, but got her stomach. Carmen groaned and rolled over. “WOO!” Keeley exclaimed. She put her arms up and did a little belly dance before attempting Carmen's Capoeira flip kick.

The British fighter, Keeley, looked slow and clumsy trying to copy Carmen. It was her first try at it, and not well advised. Carmen wasn't that hurt. She got in position, easily avoiding the attack, and kneed Keeley in the face. The blonde screamed and fell onto her back. Carmen jumped high to elbow drop the milky white skinned model in her soft bread basket. Keeley cried and sat up involuntarily. Carmen socked Keeley in the nose, twisting the bridge, and pounding out plasma. The back of the blonde's head ricocheted off the concrete. Her eyes were half closed and glossy. She choked and sputtered. Carmen pinched Keeley's teats and then pulled off her panties. She fingered the downed dame, and then lifted Keeley with a hand in her private area. The blonde came to, whining and crossing her legs. Carmen yanked Keeley's hair up to get the nude on her feet.

In a desperation move, Keeley, reached into Carmen's puncture wound, up into the boob meat, trying to claw out anything that would hurt Carmen deeply. The topless bikini model's face screwed up in anguish. Carmen then used her forehead to break Keeley's noise. The blonde screamed and crimson splashed all over. Carmen gasped. The chest wound had been closing, but now oozed more blood. Keeley was about to fall over, but Carmen grabbed her dirty blonde locks again, to straighten the wobbly legged combatant. Then she let go and karate chopped Keeley in the neck. Keeley winced. Carmen stroked Keeley's vagina hood, teasing, and then licked her fingers. Keeley's face screwed up goofy as she blushed and held back an orgasm. Carmen swung both fists up into Keeley's underboobs. “YOW!” Keeley moaned, backing into the cage. Carmen sat on the ground. She kicked up, stamping Keeley's under udders with her soles. The blonde's head was hanging down when the engorged tits nearly got kicked into her mouth. “NOO!!” Keeley yelped. “AHH!” Blood and lactate dripped from a nipple. She clutched her heart and her chest. Carmen was back to her feet and rocking side to side. The brunette cam girl, Carmen, kicked to the side and away from her slumping enemy to propel a flip and a harder kick. Carmen's foot impacted the Brit's neck with critical force. Keeley made a wimpy gurgling noise, flinching and going rigid. Her neck looked crooked and her tight trapezius muscle gave a spasm. Keeley collapsed onto her side, naked, and unable to move. Her one boob had cushioned the landing slightly. She twitched; stunned in defeat.

The six seed and surprise two in a row tournament winner, Carmen, almost stuck her landing perfectly after the KO kick. She went over to the dildo that had punctured her boob. She picked it up and said, “I ought to shove this in your cooter!” Keeley panted and sputtered. Carmen stomped on Keeley's neck, kept her foot there, and then did a slow and deliberate belly dance. Her boobs shaking kept the puncture wound from really closing up. Her blood and sweat dripped onto Keeley's convulsing body. Carmen leaned over, caressed Keeley's cheek, and got the loser into a sitting position. A serum dart hit Carmen in the uninjured breast, and the hole in her dermis on the other fun bag closed up like magic. Carmen said, “YEAH!” in elation and shoved the dildo with jagged piercing stuck in it into Keeley's mouth, cutting up the blonde's lips, gums, and inner mouth. It got gorier than UFSO and Carmen preferred, so the sexy victorious senorita tossed the spent rod to the ground where it broke. Keeley wept with her ashen face healing slowly because of all the inner mouth damage getting priority along with her nearly snapped neck. Carmen rammed her body into Keeley's breasts, shouldering the sitting victim. Carmen fisted Keeley in her pussy, spreading it too quickly for gradual pleasure. Keeley was too exhausted to exercise any sort of orgasm control.

Fans cheered, and Avi was ready to call for the kill as Carmen's fist was forced out with vaginal fluids. Carmen said, “RoboMic! You picked me! I pick you! Help me fuck this chick and give me some celebratory cyborg cock too!”

RoboMic tried to stand up. He didn't quite make it. His legs were seldom used and he was fat. He took off his sunglasses and made his eyes sparkle like robot magic. He thought he was so cool. He said, “You want the tentacles? You're getting the tentacles!!” Fans cheered. Carmen put her arms out making her neck wobble side to side in angular and hard motions with swimming hand movements like a Bali goddess. She put her hands together and made her hips jump up and down. Then she put her hands in the air and humped her twat into Keeley's agape mouth. RoboMic got in the cage, showing off his new tentacles, bursting out of his baggy black t-shirt as if they were expanding ribs. He had ten tentacles now (up from seven before); black, brown, white, purple, blue, green, yellow, pink, orange, and red. The red tentacle pulled down RoboMic's black gym shorts. The green one shifted around his stomach compartments to reveal his three dicks. Five tentacles wrapped around Carmen, and no one cared about the colors at this point. “I'm LGBT friendly!” RoboMic said, admiring his own tentacles. Commentator Keilah looked and Avi and frowned, thinking RoboMic was more of a misogynist. She shrugged and smiled. RoboMic strangled and groped Keeley like bubble packing he wanted to pop with his other five tentacles. Carmen tried to hang with RoboMic fornicating, but his tentacles squeezed her tight and dictated the sex. His small pink wiener thrust into Carmen's pussy, standing and fucking. He got his other dick to curl around Carmen's ass cheek and pound her in the booty hole. His big black knobby scorpion dick seemed endless in erection expansion like the old brick phone snake game. That member entered Keeley while suction cups on tentacles pulled on and plodded swollen breasts.

The flashing lights were staff theatrics and not cameras. The only camera allowed was the continuous footage already set up. Phones were blocked from camera features by Shadow Enterprises gadgets to protect fighter anonymity instead of security checking everyone's phones before they left now. That hadn't worked well anyway, but the previous masked manager hadn't cared about the private and separate lives of the women. Before taking over the UFSO, Shadow Enterprises had been deleting UFSO material and other serum related evidence from the internet so common folks wouldn't be able to see it. RoboMic's tentacles put Keeley and Carmen in several different hentai poses: head back, breasts engorged; mouth covered with clit tickling, eyes covered with stomach pressure, etc. RoboMic had three dicks all very pleased and all sorts of different eyes and camera functions to tap into to get the optimal views of him fucking both chicks. It was too much for the overpowered cyborg and he ripped both women into bloody bits before being able to make either of them cum. Fountains of robot jizz went atop and through the cage, thankfully not splashing onto any fans or the commentators.

RoboMic blushed, looking at what he'd done and said, “Did I do that?!” Fans cheered.

“Fatality!” Avi shouted. “Carmen wins and moves on, but RoboMic just tore through them like... Damn bro. Calm down!”

“I AM A GOD!!” RoboMic announced. “Can we put them back together quicker for me to keep fucking them?!”

“Get out of there before I zap you or turn you off!” Keilah shouted, looking at her UFSO App. RoboMic took the threat seriously, and exited the cage like an overfed penguin. White globs dripped from the cage ceiling as the staff came in to stuff the body chunks of the combatants into CryoBags.

 

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Underground Fighting Supermodel Organization Championship Tournament Quarterfinals

2. Emily Elizabeth (6-1) vs 7. Bianca Ghezzi (5-6)

Only one woman stood in the cage ready to fight. Fans were restless and rambunctious after waiting over thirty minutes for the battle to ensue. The highest seed left in the tournament, the brunette fighter with long light colored and nearly blonde locks, Emily, was beyond posing in a sexy way or doing light calisthenics and workouts while she waited. She wore a light red bikini. The fabric was ribbed and there was a white x over Em's left boob. The thick red straps made bow tie knots at Em's shoulders and sternum on the top and at her hips with the bottoms. Emily's long torso, big breasts, tight ass, hazel eyes, and long eyelashes were well known to UFSO fight fans by now. Her bottoms were very skimpy, showing cleavag lines down to her shaved pussy. Em didn't mind pulling on her bikini top to show off her breasts, but waiting for Bianca to show up was maddening.

“That's it,” Avi said. “Bianca isn't showing. Mandy is here, right? Let's have her fight Emily to give the fans a show. Bianca has no respect for league rules. She forfeits. Emily moves on!”

“Hold on,” Em said. “I got a text from Bianca right before I got here how she was excited for both versions of herself to fuck me. Maybe she's stuck in traffic again. She'll be here.”

“Maybe she schizo,” RoboMic said. “Skit-zo Tit-zo! WHOOPIE!!”

Chul Soon Asian bodybuilder jogged over to the commentators' table with his phone in hand. The buff shirtless Chad whispered into the ear and Afro of Avi, “Hey, Shadow Enterprises has tracking on Bianca's phone and in her brain; regular Bianca, and she's nearly here now.”

“Bianca will be fashionably late,” Avi announced. “My apologies. She will be here. Patience.”

“Come on you guys,” Keilah said, setting down her phone. “Haven't you ever had to hype people up or sell stuff before?” The hot brunette model in the one piece wrestling sling and blue cat mask that covered her nose and eyes added, “Blue Cat lap dance. Start at five dollar! Can I get Five fifty?!”

“Wow, you started low,” Avi said.

“Five hundred and fifty!” RoboMic shouted “If I get full range of my functions and ability to touch.”

“Only hands when I say so and five minutes for dance!” Keilah said, using her terrible and fake Asian accent. She was Korean, but she didn't have an accent. Fans raised their hands and shouted prices. Keilah looked at Avi and said, “Get some music ready. You wanna twerk on some fans Em?!”

“Hell, why not?” Emily said. “Can I get rewarded in serum for it?!” Avi shook his head.

Bianca arrived, exiting the elevator backstage, and laughing without a care in the world with someone in a dark hood and dark pants of similar height and an identical droll voice and alto laugh. The busty blonde's bikini was mind bogglingly sexy. The colors were tie-dye red, yellow, and turquoise. A ring went from Bianca's neck to her cleavage with cloth bands attached just wide enough to cover her nipples. Underboob, cleavage, sideboob, and squished tits had healer Henson at a loss for words and not questioning the other completely dressed arrival. Bianca's bottoms appeared to be all strings and no cloth, riding high with tie strings near her flanks, and a thread of material situated between her vagina lips. “Hi Henson,” the bikini model said. “Make sure the blood is ready for me.”

“Ugh, I hate when he looks me in the eyes,” the other Bianca said. “My boobs are down here!” Shadow Bianca punched her hooded duplicate in the chest. The other Bianca slapped her double's ass. They got along well, making their way down from backstage down the runway. A strip club song played, marking the second lap dance that Em and Keilah had given out.

“What are you doing?” Avi asked, staring at the duo near the cage. Bianca flipped off her hood and laughed. Her eyes were red. She was so stoned. She exhaled dark charged serum, and Avi choked, trying to push the visible cloud away with his hands.

“E'rybody, meet Shady B!” Bianca said. “OOH! Lap dances. Let me in on this!”

“You were going to hide in the audience and masturbate,” Shady B (Shadow Realm Bianca) in the bikini said. “Whatever. Ditz. This dumb slut dressed me by the way.”

“Man, my tits look great!” Bianca said. “These are our best boob years, and with serum, it could be like this even longer! I'm not wearing anything under this hoodie or pants!”

“Which one of you is fighting?” Chul asked, ready with the testing equipment and serum.

“Uh, duh,” Bianca said. She shoved her face into Shady B's cleavage. Chul tested the annoyed bikini model. The air around her was charged so high with serum, Chul's narrow eyes grew wide and cartoonish. The machine wasn't even getting a proper reading. Emily finished her dance and approached the blondes by the cage. The brunette raised one eyebrow and looked at the reading on Chul's machine. Bianca ran over to Emily and hugged her. “Finally!” Bianca said, “I'm not blocked out of this! Shady B keeps tying me up and fucking me and stealing my fights! I convinced her to stick around and to share you, Em! I'll give you a lap dance when you're dying!” Bianca laughed and coughed. Clouds of serum choked Emily, making her eyes water. Bianca slapped at Em's tits and pussy, turned to her doppelganger and said, “We are so lit! How come my breath looks like poison and yours doesn't Shady B?!”

“I learned to control it and keep it clear and make it last longer,” Shady B said. “It takes focused and long breaths and lots of practice. In the Shadow Realm, if I left a slut slime trail of air like you, I'd be hunted down and killed.”

Bianca laughed. She said, “I've got a twin from the Apocalypse like in the movies! Ha! I'll go hide in the crowd or something.”

“You'll go backstage,” Chul said.

“She can hang out with the commentators,” Keilah said. “We can get another chair, and if not, my lap is open.” Avi shook his head. RoboMic used his X-Ray vision to see that the clothed Bianca had the exact same proportions as the stacked one in the tiny bikini. He drooled and nodded.

Avi thought of so many issues with this, but went along with it for the time being. If Bianca kept exhaling serum, it could hurt him and Keilah. How would Shadow Enterprises feel about this? Did they know there were two or multiple dimensions? Was it true? Avi said, “It looks like Bianca has a long lost twin and they're both crazy with kooky stories to tell. As long as they both sexfight, whatever!” Fans cheered. Shady B snatched the serum syringe from Chul and injected herself in the tits.

“I prefer the spine, Henson,” Emily said to the tall and chubby blond healer, focusing more on Shady B, busting out of her clothes than anything else.

“Why's it matter?” he asked. “You're gonna die soon anyway.” He stuck her in the tailbone, and really close to her ass, getting in a grope. Shady B curled a flirty finger for Henson to follow. Then she kicked him in the nuts. He yelped and buckled. She grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and chucked him up the runway where he probably scraped his elbows and sustained other injuries. He got up well enough. Shady B winked to Em. After the breast enlargement and bulk up from the serum injection, Shady B's tits were hanging out, her nipples weren't covered, and her bottoms didn't cover her pussy either.

The brunette, Em, gnashed her teeth, trying to control the rage, anger, and violence flowing through her. She had to fight an impossible monster, and would likely be defeated and humiliated as badly as she had been by Abby, when the InstaModel blonde had smoked serum before the fight. That had been Em's only loss, and now she was looking at another. Em shook that off, got in the cage, bumping into the blonde, and said, “And I thought my bikini bottoms were skimpy.”

“I don't get this whole thing or why we're wearing clothes at all,” Shady B said. “Anca wants me to milk you and fuck you before dealing the finishing blows, but she can eat me.” The bad tempered blonde yanked a tie string on Em's bikini top. The brunette's big perky orbs were now on full display. Shady B really punched Em hard in the sideboob to see how milky and full Em's tits were. They were pretty normal now, but as the fight wore on, the serum side effects would surely have Em lactating and bleeding if pressure was applied to her bosoms a lot or if her teats were touched too much. Em tried to slap Shady B's boob, but the blonde was too fast. She shook her hiney, gloating her escape. “I'd kick you between the legs in the fight had officially started,” Em said.

“Hit the gong already, Bianca,” Avi said. The stick for sounding the gong was missing. One of Bianca's hands was lost in her pants. She blushed, turned around, and booty bumped the gong to signal the start of the fight.

Bianca said, “That felt tip... felt good. You might need another stick.” She stood watching and blocking the view for fans. Keilah had to run up and retrieve the high hoodie wearing model. Bianca was breathing serum, and Keilah coughed on it, but seemed better able to withstand it than most people.

“Shady!” Bianca said. “I forgot to tell you to cut those long pink nails! They'll get shattered!” The blonde bikini model shook her head. Keilah forced Bianca onto her lap to sit.

Em was eager to make Shady B pay for keeping such long nails. She said, “So you're really from another dimension?” Em was in disbelief. The whole serum thing was crazy enough.

“What does it matter?” Shady B asked. “I feel like I don't have to hide here. It's nice. If I have to leave, I can easily disappear. You're a real cunt where I come from, and rumor has it, you got killed, but... like I said; what does it matter?!”

“I wish I was fighting the other you,” Em said. She swung a punch at Shady B, inclined to believe that they were twins. Shady B's movements were so swift. She dodged and then kicked Em between the legs. She fired a hook into the boob she hadn't tried yet. Em's melons were pinkish in color where the impact had smashed them.

“She can't control this or her libido,” Shady B said, blowing dark smoke-like vapor from her lips into Em's face. Em held her breath. Her body still reacted to the stuff like it went through her pores, making her stiff, weak, and brittle. A punch to the mouth nearly downed the topless brunette right away. A lot of blood spewed from her cut kissers. Shady B's brown eyes opened wide. She still smiled like a creeper when she saw blood. She socked Em in the belly. Emily hunched. She had to try and breathe. It hurt her lungs and all inside her body. She cried, gasping and spitting. Emily hit Bianca in the belly. She could see Bianca's six pack abs form for a split second. Then Em's knuckles felt a squish like pudding. Bianca hadn't been affected all from being hit. Bianca's hand cupped Em's boob, and that felt weird and not very solid either. Shady B said, “Maybe this will fulfill the milking promise.” She jabbed all ten long pink nails up into Em's underboobs. Em screamed. Puncture wounds made Em's chest a bundle of pain nerves firing. Bianca pulled her hands down with crimson globs on her fingers. She licked a hand and said, “I can't taste anything but watery blood.” Em's eyes darted. They were about to close and roll. She was so fatigued already. Her tits still shook from the shock and leaked blood. Shady B kicked Em across the chest. Em crashed into the cage. Shady B used her big toe and one another to pinch Em's nipple. Instead of eking out lactate, it just gave Em another sensitive and bloody wound on her chest.

It didn't look like a #2 vs #7 fight. Em looked like a rookie getting her ass kicked. She tried to punch Bianca, and it was parried. Em tried to kick Bianca in her exposed crotch, but the quick chick pulled out maneuvers that seemed to defy physics. “Stay STILL!” Em shouted, grabbing Shady B's shoulders. Em could feel a lot of heat like Shady B was going to melt. Her skin felt like clay or putty. Shady B chest bumped Em. The brunette didn't realize that her chest could hurt so much. Regardless, she hugged and tried to knee her rival. Reward serum aside, moving on from a forfeit would've been a downer for everyone. Em certainly felt like she was going to lose now, but wouldn't have changed anything in retrospect. Em's arm crossed and pushed her own juicy and healing breasts together. Shady B had disappeared.

Shady B had turned into serum air, moved through it as air molecules, and got behind Emily. It was like teleportation. Fans thought is was magic like the healing. Bianca tapped Em on the shoulder. The brunette turned around, and Shady B decked Em in the face. The topless brunette squealed. Her mouth got busted open even worse. Shady B did enjoy the unrealistic blood splatter of UFSO. It would've pissed her off if the blood didn't work for dimensional travel, but it seemed that the thickness, amount of hemoglobin, or whatever the science nerds would want to call it in the plasma didn't matter. Emily was going to stay on her feet, but Bianca decided to cow tip her, teleporting, and then throwing her shoulders at Em's haunches. The hapless broad flipped into the air and tried to catch herself with her arms. Shady B grabbed a wrist and yanked. The fat tits of trim model hit the concrete first. Then her chin split open on the ground. It was severe whiplash. Shady B liked to see the color draining from her rival's face. She had learned to enjoy killing in the Shadow Realm. She looked at the puddles of liquids under the writhing whore with her ass cheeks clenched. There was a white filmy substance. Em got to her knees, wincing. “Stupid milk fetish,” Shady B said, kicking Em in the tit. Em yowled. Her puncture wounds on her jiggling breasts kept opening back up. If she had implants they would've been ruptured. She fell onto her back. Her boob meat was engorged and bruised. The more abused teat dribbled and leaked watery dairy. Bianca bent over to exhale a thick layer of noxious air just above the laid out thot. Em covered her mouth and reached for the cage to pull her body away. Her booty stopped her long enough for Bianca to stamp a foot down into an abused and sagging knocker. Bianca used her toes like a monkey, gripping and prodding the nipple of her adversary. Bianca leaned her weight into several stomps and kicks to the chest of her opponent. It wasn't bloody enough for Shady B's tastes, but lots of lactate mixed in with the loser's cold sweat and Bianca would be happy. Em attacked Shady B's legs, but it didn't hurt her. Shady B just made her legs absorb the impact as if they weren't solid. Shady B was also jacked from smoking serum and injecting herself. She stomped and kicked Em's face. “There's that beautiful blood!” She said. Em screamed. “What a delicious scream too!”

The tormented and topless #2 fighter, Emily, felt helpless, but wasn't ready to quit yet. She leaned up, thrashing, and made herself breathe in the layer of charged serum breath. She was determined to breathe it and use it to her advantage. Em's eyes watered. Her face was bloody from being struck and kicked. All her previous wounds spurted gore. Her hands went to her throat. It felt like bombs were going off inside in her body. She howled and bounced around on the concrete with all her best parts jiggling. The back of her head also got rough treatment. Her body looked pale, and healing magic was struggling to keep her looking pretty. The sadistic and nearly nude blonde with her bikini not covering her exciting areas, stuck her nails right back into the holes in Em's underboobs. She lifted Em up that way, and the brunette had to be careful not to have her mounds completely shredded and to shake off. “I'm hella bored,” Shady B said, turning her back to wobbly jobber. “Can I kill her now?!”

Emily socked Shady B in the side of the head. Shady tried to make her head less solid, but the punch still connected and made the blonde stumble. Em dropped to a knee to uppercut Shady between the legs. The blonde grunted and slammed an elbow into Em's neck. It sucked for that to do so much damage to Emily, but she pressed on, standing, and grabbing Shady's tits. “Get this off already!” Em said, clawing her nails into Shady's billowy big boobs and slicing off the tie-dye fabric pieces. Shady knocked the back of her head into Em's mouth. She rammed her butt into Em's abs, hoping to feel flecks of crimson dot her back. Belly blows made chicks in the UFSO bleed a lot. Shady didn't like Em getting a good grip on her. The topless blonde's tits stung from the cuts. She got socked in the neck. The brunette tried to get her in a headlock. She grabbed Shady's wrist and forced Shady's hand towards the cage wiring. Shady B made her nails less solid and remembered that Bianca wanted Shady to fuck Emily before killing her. The sex toys hanging on the wall was a solid reminder since Shady wasn't sure what Bianca had meant. Shady didn't have a dick.

It was kind of annoying that Shady had to use a lot of energy and turn gaseous again to escape Emily. She probably shouldn't have tried that while holding a dildo. She could make her clothes go with her through states of matter if they were tight fitting, but she dropped the dildo and had to pick that up after morphing. Shady was between Em's legs. She no longer had the element of surprise. She pulled down Em's red bikini bottoms. Em clamped her thighs around Shady's neck. Shady let it happen, keeping her throat loose and squishy. She shoved the dildo up into Em's cooter, and got elbowed in the head. Shady slid on the floor away from the stomping and angered brunette. Em's face was red, but she didn't shout or threaten Shady. She blushed. That was a sexual thing right? Em pulled the dildo out, tossed it to the side, and pulled her bottoms back up. Shady said, “I did what I promised, Bianca, I'm ending this whore now!”

Emily grunted and kicked into Shady's ribs. It made her tits jiggle. The topless blonde exhaled as much opaque, visible, and energized air as possible. It was black as night or a rift hole. The desperate bimbo with long brown hair, Emily, purposefully tried to suck in all the serum air that was vile and dangerous to her. She coughed violently after gulping a bunch down. Her body got snow white and all her battle wounds really stood out for a moment. Blood spilled from her mouth like a spit take. She was hunched and trembling. She bit her lip and threw the weakest punch in the history of time between both dimensions. Shady literally walked towards the punch and had to wait for it to connect with her boob just for some titillation. Then Shady B kicked Em in the ribs. CRUNCH! The brunette screamed bloody murder. Nearly all of her ribs had been pulverized and her floppy jugs wouldn't stop moving with her taking her last gasps of breath in air that was finally breathable for her again. Shady B stuck her head under Em's mouth to get a waterfall shower of watery blood. Shady held Em's wrist and spun like a ballerina. Things were so easy and nice in this realm. Em screamed as her arms bones twisted, cracked, and popped. Shady released the limp limb and stomped Em's knee. The topless brunette's body was so stiff and rigid, the knee cap shattered and pieces of splintered bone came out of her dermis like shrapnel. Emily screamed and collapsed onto the knee that hadn't been demolished. She held the cage white knuckled with her good arm. The uppercut to Em's chin maybe hadn't been necessary and almost killed her instantly. Her head crashed into the cage wiring. The wave of blood was like a tsunami. Em still held the cage and her defeated head lolled just above her obliterated rack. Sweaty brown and blonde hair covered her anguished face, but Shady had to get a look at that lovely dying glow.

“Give the serum dart to Bianca,” Shady said. “She wants to fuck this bitch. Or I am. I dunno. It was part of our deal to let me fight. She's scrappy, but I'm the better and more focused killer.”

“Oh hell yeah!” Bianca said, tugging off her hoodie. She was now topless too. Fans cheered. As Bianca ran towards a cage door, she got shot in the shoulder with a serum dart.

“Why are you pants soaking wet?” Shady asked.

Bianca ripped off the dark baggy pants covered in her ejaculate. She said. “What do you think RoboMic and I were doing with our hands under the table?! I've still got way more! This is so hot! How do you not know how to have sex with a submissive chick?! It's not that hard!”

“Her body did get really hard,” Shady said. “That's how I nearly killed her with that punch. It would've killed someone with no serum or training like us. I didn't know she was going to be suicidal breathing in my breath!”

“Shut up, stupid,” Bianca said, tearing off the crotch-rope of wedgie bottoms that her double still wore. Bianca rubbed around the liquid on her own thighs and then got on her knees to eat out Shady's pussy. Shady twitched. Her face flushed. Bianca stopped the cunnilingus and said, “That's just one way! Do it to her! She'll like it too!” Bianca pointed to all the sex toys. “Also we can use these!” Bianca grabbed a strap-on, showing where there was a nice rubber piece to rub the dominant user's crotch too.

“You're stupid,” Shady said. “I don't want to do this.” Shady slashed her nails across Em's collar, saying, “I like that!” Blood spurted from the wound and Em screamed. Shady crossed her legs. “I uh... I like that scream too.”

“Me too!” Bianca said. “You can make her scream with sex too!” Bianca was too eager to fuck to tease Em's clit or lips. The nude blonde who was always hungry for sex, tore off Em's red bikini bottoms like they were wrapping paper. Bianca stayed on her knees to fuck Em with the strap-on. Shady slashed her nails into Em's shoulder. The double teamed nude brunette got the strength and recovery to look up at her attackers. She yelped again and it sounded more sexual by design.

“I'm starting to like this,” Shady said, scratching under Em's defiant eyes. “It's like you're a savage with war paint now, bitch!”

“I don't know if that's PC enough to say around here, but I never care,” Bianca said. She put her mouth over Em's tits, sucked, and groped while ramming the brunette with lesbian sex.

Shady jabbed her nails into Em's flank. Em screamed. Shady shivered and said, “You're emoting this. Why? I am killing and tormenting you, yet you want to please me?”

“I know,” Em grumbled, getting shaken by Bianca fucking her. The brunette was sitting at this point with her leg and knee still ruined. “What it's,” Em continued, gasping. “To like... a voice... sound... so much.” Em thought of how Avi's voice made her horny. She had given fans lap dances tonight, and this Shady Bianca seemed really messed up. If it got her happy to hear Em scream, whatever. Shady shoved her crotch into Em's face. Em screamed.

“FOR the LOVE of MISA Campo and the Dark CABAL!” Shady shouted. “I'm getting so WET!!” Shady sank her nails into Em's head and hair, making the brunette suck and tongue her private area. Bianca was not sure what all liquids down low were whose. She had pressed the release button on the dildo and moved it up to bang into Em's navel and cover her sexy torso. Bianca was sucking milk from Em's titties, and she thought this was crazy awesome! Bianca stood up, knocking the shaft into Em's eye. Bianca wrestled with Shady, wanting her own vagina to be kissed and pleased more.

“Lemme have a turn,” Bianca said, grabbing Em's arm.

“NO!” Shady roared, grabbing and pulling Em's other arm. “She's mine!” The two naked blondes argued and shoved at one another. Then Bianca put her foot against Em's broken ribs. Em screamed. Shady did the same. The blondes yanked. POP! POP! Em's shrill cry made Shady squirt a little. The two Bianca's had jerked off both of Em's arms, fighting over her. The armless brunette couldn't hold onto the cage wiring now and she fell forward, face planting.

“Ok,” Avi said. “I know Em's popular. Stop arguing you two twins. Finish her!”

Both Bianca's said no and stuck out their tongues. They both smacked a clenched ass cheek of the dying brunette. Em's arms had cauterized, but Shady drew blood clawing Em's back. Bianca slid around to Em's front, whipping off her strap-on, and slinging it into Shady. “Fuck you!” Shady said. “I'm actually enjoying this for once!” Shady turned into smoke and went up Em's ass. The brunette's body convulsed and shook. Em couldn't scream because Bianca was forcing her to eat pussy. Shady turned solid inside Em's body and burst the loser brunette to bits the way she'd done to another fighter before the tournament had even begun. Bianca put her hands on her hips covered in chunks of gore. She wiped blonde and gooey bangs from her eyes and rolled her eyes. Shady materialized, scrunching her nose like she hadn't meant to do that.

“Fatality,” Avi said. “Bianca wins. Which one, I dunno. Does it matter? Probably not.”

“I love twins!” RoboMic said.

“We fucked ourselves,” Bianca said as the staff ran in trying to collect and gather the pieces of the dead combatant to revive her. They'd done it before, but it was still nerve racking for them. “That was a good win, Shady!” Bianca said, getting up at the same time as her not near as blood covered double. “Oh hey, sexy healing men! Wanna fuck me and Shady?!” Fans wanted to be part of a possibly orgy, but the staff shot Bianca and tried to get Shady with darts and drugs to calm down. Shady turned into air and disappeared as expected. She was not going to get or need a healing. She was going to take the jars of blood that UFSO collected and used to donate, and add it to the collection she had squirreled away in several different places in this realm, one being Bianca's apartment.

Keilah shuddered. She didn't like these types of kills, but fans were happy. Avi looked a little lost for words too. These were the times it was great to have RoboMic around saying the dumbest things ever. RoboMic said, “I'm like a triplet with all my dicks, Bianca. We should be a regular thing even outside of here. I'm like a sextuplet if you count my tentacles too!”

“I don't think that's how the numbering and naming with that goes,” Bianca said, “but even with these downer drugs, I'm still down to fuck more than not.” Chul and other staff members had to carry Bianca under the arms backstage as her legs had gone to jelly.

“She can't resist the Cyborg Chad,” RoboMic said. “Who wants my autograph?! Any chicks in the audience with tits for me to sign?! WOOEEE! I'm not allowed backstage anymore, Bianca, but we'll be in touch! I'll be touching you a lot! WEEE!!”

 

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Underground Fighting Supermodel Organization Championship Tournament Quarterfinals

5. Katie Bell (5-4) vs 13. Hannah Palmer (4-2)

Two best friends stood in the cage, ready to prove who had progressed to become the better fighter. They both had been injected with serum, and other than the blonde, Hannah, seeming very horny, neither woman had bulked up a lot or gone berserk with anger as could happen. Hannah wore dark pink panties and that was it. She hugged her big naked breasts and kissed her full pink lips at her bestie. Hannah had many naughty and kinky ulterior motives for this fight. She winked and made air kisses to her brunette buddy. Hannah thought Katie was so cool, calm, and collected. Katie always had this sexiness and poise about her. Katie had been one of the previous masked manager's many girlfriends, almost like a harem, and she hadn't gotten jealous of the other girls. Katie had been very honest to Hannah about what the UFSO would be like, and the risks had been worth the rewards so far. The blue eyed wavy haired blonde, Hannah, fantasized and sexualized Katie's body just as much as the fans and commentator RoboMic. Katie wore a very tight light blue sports bra with a small piece of teal fabric connected to the bra straps and making a cleavage window. Hannah had hoped the serum injection would make Katie's tits burst out of that little bra, but it hadn't happened. Katie also wore light blue lace thong panties. Hannah was very into Katie's ass and thoughts of tribbing and scissoring.

“Even I'm into this match-up,” bisexual commentator Keilah said, taking off her blue cat mask to fan herself. “Two best friends, a serum smoker, a horny Hannah, and I get to sound the gong!”

“Did you smoke before the fight?” Hannah asked, walking up to Katie. Keilah walked over to the gong and stopped to watch for any pre-fight breast docking, titfighting, kissing, taunting, or smack talk. Hannah not surprisingly did none of the options and booty bumped the bootylicious brunette babe. “If you didn't and don't go all out, I'm going to be pissed! I need to be able to beat Bianca if I win! Either one! And they both can do crazy stuff like you! You made me hurt and nearly kill you to get stronger and just took it. I want my real fight now!”

“I smoked a few hours ago,” Katie said. She exhaled slowly. It was clear the brown haired model was focusing on her breathing. The water vapor of her breath looked like silk. Hannah hung on it, trying to breathe it and get close enough to kiss. The blonde coughed. Her baby blue eyes watered. Her tits jiggled. Katie said, “You wouldn't stand a chance against Shady B, but losing to her could be good for you. I'm controlling my serum breath because I want to know what it's like to fight you with all things equal as possible too.”

“I can't say I'll be able to control myself as well as you,” Hannah said, hugging her opponent. Their breasts squished together. Hannah smacked Katie's ass and cupped a booty cheek. She moved a different hand up to fondle and hold one of Katie's big knockers. It was the best of both worlds. The only thing better would've been humping naked crotch to crotch too with all of this. Their legs entangled. Them both wearing very light and barely there panties was so hot. It was like a lingerie slumber party with a fighting workout beforehand. Hannah said, “If I beat you and break you for real, don't be mad when I enjoy fucking you.”

“Yeah,” Katie said. “It's the serum. I'm going to enjoy this sexfight Hannah.” Katie wiggled her arms free. Hannah beamed. Katie got no resistance sneaking two fingers into Hannah's panties. She fingered her friend, and the topless blonde cooed. “Seriously?!” Katie said. “Don't get too excited like Bianca and lose your mind. Control your libido!” Katie bonked her forehead against Hannah's, removed her hand from Hannah's loins, and batted the blonde on her temple with an open hand.

“Oh, I'm so torn by the drama of this!” Keilah shouted, gripping the cage wiring tight, and pressing her cute Korean face against the metal to have a closer look. “Kiss! Kiss! This is so steamy! Hannah wants there to be more, but knows there can't be, and I shouldn't root for their romance if Katie doesn't want it, but I do! I ship them and would call you Kannah because you both have sexy cans!”

“I'd call them Hatie,” RoboMic said, “because Katie looks to hate all this, and I love their cans and titties. Katie makes my weewees hard even when she's got resting bitch face like now.”

“I'm trying to control breathing serum,” Katie said. “It's hard. Excuse me for not smiling because of that. I don't hate anything about Hannah or anyone, but your stupid comments are getting on my nerves!” Katie shoved Hannah away. Fans cheered.

Keilah roundhouse kicked the gong to signal the start of the fight. She ran back to her chair at the commentator's table to stay out of the way of fans seeing the sexy brawl. Hannah ran at Katie with all the bouncy glory you'd expect from the topless busty blonde. Hannah leaped into the air, launching her ass at Katie. The brunette was impressed with her friend's jumping ability and ferocity off the bat. It was a dumb and easily avoidable move though. Katie stepped to the side. Hannah's booty hit the fence. She landed and whipped around. Katie snaked a punch past Hannah's blockers to hit Hannah in the cheek. It was a glancing blow, but hopefully got Hannah to take this seriously. Katie readied her fists, thinking they would box and kick a bit before wrestling. Katie knew Hannah would be handsy and eager to roll around in close quarters.

The foot of the blonde fighter, plowed into Katie's pussy. The lingerie model with straight brown hair, Katie, closed and clenched her legs, but it had been too late. The cuntbust really hurt especially with Katie trying not to exhale serum air. Katie should've realized the fight would be sexual and brutal, and where some thought kicks between the legs were cheap, it was a staple move in this fighting context. Katie puffed out her chest, hoping Hannah would latch onto or attack Katie's big breasts. Instead, their hands locked in a grapple. Their knees knocked. Hannah closed her eyes, looking ashamed for wanting a kiss. Katie prepared to tap into her latent power. Her friend's dome crashed into her mouth. It had been a quick and successful headbutt for Hannah. Katie's lips were cut open, seeping blood. Hannah got her arms free. Katie kept her guard low. Hannah slammed her hip into Katie's pelvis. Katie drilled Hannah in the side of the head with a punch. Hannah's evasiveness was good. Katie saw a kick coming and raised her knee to block. Hannah had moved too quickly. Her foot slammed into Katie's belly. Katie buckled. She tried to hug Hannah in a clinch. Hannah raised her arms and jumped to the side. Their breasts barely touched. Hannah slung an elbow into Katie's nose. She kicked Katie in the spine. The brunette's body jumped forward. Hannah uppercut Katie in the nose and mouth. It tore up Katie's face and made healing energy rush to the wounds. It stung, but wasn't a stunner. Katie ducked her head and tried to tackle Hannah. She got kicked in the chin. Now she was stunned. Her head shot back. Scarlet shot from her dumbfound agape mouth. Her feet were off the concrete, but she could stick the landing and be tough.

The lucky #13 and lowest seed left in the tournament, Hannah, grabbed Katie in midair, latching her arms around her ally's waist. Her hands started at the small of Katie's back, and Hannah wanted to grope that booty, but controlled her baser instincts for now. She swung her body in not just to hump Katie and rub clits, but because Katie's legs had been open and flailing Hannah was not going to be kneed this way. Katie tried to wrap her sexy thighs around Hannah's hourglass frame. Hannah got a higher hold on Katie's body near her shoulder blades and jumped into the air. Hannah's breasts banged into Katie's firm underboobs. At the pinnacle of her hop, Hannah wiggled her tooshie to spread Katie's legs apart. She threw and slammed the brunette onto the concrete. The back of Katie's head would've been critically damaged even she hadn't leaned up and made her shoulders take much blunt of the blow. Katie's blue sports bra was slipping over her flopping melons, showing underboob flesh. She got her knees up fast and to block Hannah from diving down immediately. Katie's knees hit Hannah's belly. Hannah surfed on Katie's patella and punched a blocking hand into the other one. Hannah used her abs to spring off Katie's bucking legs, and launched a left hook into Katie's grill. She hated to bloody such a pretty face and that of a friend, but the blood squirt was exhilarating. It felt good to be dominating. Hannah did a push up to get to her feet. Katie rolled and flailed to create distance.

The bloodied brunette felt a kick smack her booty cheek as she rolled. Katie got up, needing the fence since she was so dizzy to stabilize herself. Katie shook her head, dripping blood. Hannah advanced slowly. Katie's chest heaved. She tore off her sports bra, assuming Hannah was too disciplined to attack or focus on boobs. Katie's succulent mounds were wet with sweat and flecked with blood from the pounding her face had received. Hannah put her hands on her hips and said, “Hey! Are you trying?!”

The topless brunette, Katie, sent a straight jab into Hannah's nose as answer. Hannah yelped and her hands went high. Blood dribbled from a nostril over her pouting lips. Their fighting attire really was ridiculously sexy. The panties bunched, but both women had ignored that initial discomfort and now didn't mind the wedgie and sensations down low. Katie put a right hook into Hannah's spleen. Hannah's body bent. An elbow hit Katie atop the head. The combatant in the blue lingerie, Katie, aimed an uppercut for Hannah's head, but Hannah's giant tits got in the way. The big melons moved plenty and shook, but Katie had been unable to get her arm between the mounds. Hannah draped her arms around Katie. Katie got cuntbusting retribution, kneeing the panting blonde in the pussy. The incidental titfight kept their legs and lower halves from being smushed together. Katie was trying to keep her body hard, and the constant touching aroused her. Katie worried for a moment that Hannah was smoking serum too and wrapped up in something big and wrong with Shady B the way Hannah's tits molded and didn't feel solid getting battered by Katie's orbs. Katie quelled her fear and panic. Hannah's fun bags always had the natural and billowy look and jiggle to them.

“Ah! OH! UH!” Hannah moaned and grunted. Katie threw short jabs into Hannah's midsection. Hannah pounded on Katie's spine with her fists, but that made Katie's front protrude more. Katie's nipples were erect. Hannah's breasts were too sensitive for that. The hormones and body alterations done by Shadow Enterprises and the constant ramming made Hannah's bosoms juicy and milky. She hammered the small of Katie's back, and that made their boobs so tightly cramped, even Katie's rack began to flatten. Lactate leaked from Hannah's teats. She grabbed Katie's thong bottoms and pulled up just hard enough to tease Katie's coochie. Katie needed to feel stimulated and have to exercise orgasm denial like Hannah too or it wasn't fair.

The wild and aggressive model women wrestled in their underwear in the cage and threw their heads about. They each clonked temples together. Katie broke her arms free of Hannah's leech hold. Both topless broads were dazed and stumbled. They both threw punches and both missed horribly. Hannah flailed and kicked, punting Katie in the badunkadunk. Her ass cheeks rippled and clapped. Hannah grabbed Katie's hair. Katie spun, throwing elbows. Hannah knelt on the ground to avoid this. Katie spun a full rotation and more. She kicked into Hannah's ribs. Hannah got up grimacing. She backed up. Katie's brown eyes closed because of the vertigo from her twirl. She had her back to Hannah. Hannah jumped into the air and kicked both legs as hard as possible. Her feet pounded into Katie's Cerebellum. Hannah put her arms down to soften her landing, but her ass did most of the cushioning, and it tingled nerves in her tailbone. Zoom camera features had nice footage of Hannah's jugs during that. Katie put her arms out, but had no presence to grab the cage wiring. Her chest and head smashed into the thin metal grating links. She skidded her knees on the concrete before getting feeling in her fingers and grasping the cage. She was bent over with her udders sagging. Sex toys fell off their hangers and hit her bare back. Her head was down and felt like an anvil. She tried not to exhale poison serum breath, but she was really messed up with lots of head trauma.

Hannah sprang into action. She leaped in the air and sat on her rival's back. Hannah draped her legs around Katie's neck, clamping her thighs around Katie's throat. Hannah whacked and karate chopped Katie's arms and hands so that the presenting brunette was flattened onto her front. Hannah curled her legs to sit and continue strangling Katie. Elbows flew into Hannah's lower body. She wiggled her hips, knowing that Katie hadn't gone all out with her serum smoking powers, but Hannah didn't care at this point. If Katie couldn't win with smoking serum, maybe Hannah deserved to move on. Hannah was so excited about the thought of fucking Katie. She let her friend claw and attack her in order to pull up on Katie's hair and punch her face and neck. The defenseless brunette took a shot to the mouth and the head, and stopped struggling so much. Hannah slammed Katie's face into the ground, getting a smattering of gore and a loud cheer from the audience.

The sexy brunette's dark carmine plasma wasn't the only dark substance escaping her body as she got choked out. She was temporarily out and would be for a few seconds, but she had expelled several dark clouds of serum breath. Hannah couldn't avoid them. The air went into her pores, and even without directly inhaling it, Hannah coughed violently. Hannah had seen Em try to breathe the stuff, and Hannah wanted to try that too, but not when she was so close to winning the fight and going to get her one and likely only chance to fornicate with the woman she admired and was crushing on. Hannah let go of Katie and went to the opposite side of the cage. The topless blonde left all the sex toys on the ground. The sights of them wet her appetite for sex, but it wasn't time yet. There was still plenty of work to be done.

Katie got up, holding her head and face. The healing magic had worked so fast. Katie had no bruises. Her nose, eyes, and cheekbones should've been marred and swollen. There was a lot of blood, but Katie breathed in deep, and the air that made Hannah so sick, made Katie's body jump, jiggle, and bulk up. Katie's tan skin looked healthy and vibrant. She gnashed her teeth, clenched her fists, and made her booty cheeks touch together. Hannah and many others fanned themselves. Katie stretched her arms. She blew out more charged air, and gobbled it up like it was lunch and she hadn't eaten in days. Katie said, “I guess you couldn't finish me. You could maybe take Bianca, but not Shady B. Good fight. I'm going all out now!”

“Bring it!” Hannah shouted.

It wasn't clear how much Katie had been holding back until the beautiful women met hand to hand with a grapple. Hannah barely made two steps where Katie had covered the span of the cage. Hannah kicked Katie in the midsection, but the brunette made her body soft. She exhaled, and it was clear, but Hannah choked on it. Katie tried to power out of her friend's grip, but Hannah was determined not to let go.

CRACK!

Hannah's arm broke from the twist and torque. Katie scrunched her nose. She hadn't meant to do any of that, and knew Hannah's body had become more brittle and breakable from breathing serum. Hannah's arm hung limp. She kicked for Katie's crotch, but Katie was too overpowered for that. Hannah's foot ricocheted between squishy legs. Katie grabbed Hannah's cheek sensually, and then cocked back a punch. Hannah moaned and blocked with her broken arm. Katie plowed through that, slugging Hannah in the jaw. The blonde's blue eyes rolled. Blood and spit flew from her mouth. Her body turned. Katie bent low, boxing Hannah in the belly. The blonde buckled, crying. Katie bopped her friend's boobs and then uppercut Hannah in the chin. Hannah screamed. Her limp body hit the deck. She'd been laid out. Her teary eyes were jammed shut. Her chest heaved. Her body was so pale, her pink pussy lips had more color than her legs and face with her bright looking panties clumped.

Katie bent over. She grabbed Hannah's hair. Hannah gurgled on blood and shuddered. Katie slammed the back of Hannah's head onto the ground. Katie saw nothing but the whites of Hannah's eyes. Hannah had used so much energy fighting and looked really weak now, but that wasn't true. Katie had used her initial serum power to suppress her smoking serum power, and that all had built her up as if she'd planned this to be awesome. She hadn't. Katie draped her body over her friend and whispered, “Fly with me.” Katie tried to turn into air and take Hannah with her to the top of the cage. It didn't work. Katie struggled to get herself up there. She'd wasted a lot of energy trying and there wasn't a lot of charged air for her to travel through. Katie breathed out clear moisture that caught the lights and shimmered. Katie acted like she had gone up there to launch a winning strike. Katie disappeared from atop the cage and reappeared, descending upon her barely conscious competitor. Katie landed a knee across Hannah's vulnerable and open belly. Hannah screamed. Her body folded up, and blood erupted from her mouth like a volcano. The gore spatter hit the ground to the side of the sexy women. Katie pushed Hannah back down, feeling the bruises and abrasions under her leg and knee on Hannah's stomach. Katie didn't feel the need to attack Hannah's head or neck. She stood up and took off her panties. She grabbed a double-sided dildo that was half blue and half black. She inserted the light blue end into herself and crouched over Hannah, waiting for the anguished blonde to wake up.

Hannah came to, cried, and said, “You let me whop you at the start of the fight!” Katie shook her head. She groped Hannah's boobs and then kissed her. Fans cheered. The UFSO staff wasn't sure that Katie needed a winning serum dart. The fight seemed over and transitioned to the sex part. They withheld the dart. Katie moved Hannah's hands down. She encouraged the blonde to strip herself. Hannah was so slow and hurt, but that almost made it more sexual as she depantsed herself and clung to her bestie like they were lovers in a bedroom and not publicly fucking in a cage. Hannah could barely sit up, she was in so much pain, but Katie made the pleasure worth it. The dildo was long enough that it was hard to bump clits, but they did. When Hannah couldn't kiss Katie's lips, she sucked on and tongued Katie's tits. The brunette had use of both her arms, where Hannah was crippled and grabbing the cage with her only active arm because she was so stimulated. Katie did a lot of stroking, adding her fingers into the mix with the dildo plunging and pleasing.

Katie didn't worry about keeping her body soft or hard or exhaling serum. She just lived in the moment, knowing how the serum was affecting her and making her want this. Outside of the ring, Katie wouldn't want this, and she didn't want to be on serum all the time as powerful as she felt on it. Regular weed, feeling normal, and having a separate life from all this was necessary for her. It made this right now so much better and valuable to her. Hannah couldn't breathe Katie's serum charged air that looked like fog, but Hannah wasn't bleeding worse or getting too brittle for the rough lesbian intercourse. She still had quite a bit of lower leg energy and kissing passion. Katie felt like she understood Hannah on a deeper level than ever. They were connected in mind, body, and spirit. Hannah's mind was being melted by the awesome sex, but Katie was just riding the waves of it. She was ready to blow, and hadn't cummed since her last fight in the cage against Shelby. Katie waited until Hannah could no longer hold in her ejaculate. Hannah had leaked, but now it was an explosion of passion. Katie came at the same time, and their in sync cum cries probably did a lot for the fans too.

The spent and naked blonde, leaned up, kissing her best friend on the lips. Hannah gasped. She said, “I love you. Win this all for me!”

Katie nodded. She grabbed Hannah's neck, yanked, and ended Hannah's life in less than a second. SNAP! It was a simple 90 degrees break, but enough to make Hannah's eyes well with red tears. Her mouth was open with Katie's saliva still on her busted lips. Katie set Hannah down lovingly so she wouldn't fall hard. She closed Hannah's eyelids and mouth and patted Hannah's ass. Hannah probably would've asked for Katie to sit on her face or something stupid if Katie hadn't killed her right away.

“What the hell, Avi?!” RoboMic said. “You didn't say finish her or give Katie a serum dart to make her titties bigger! Are your hands in your pants like mine?!”

“How would that stop me from talking?” Avi asked. “No! It happened fast.”

“Her tits are plenty big,” Keilah said, “and no one ask me about my hands.”

“Fatality!” Avi said. “Katie wins. The two main serum smokers, Katie and Bianca, are dealing with that fine so far and will meet in the semifinals. It will be interesting to see them fall apart or go all out against one another. We are working on a giant ceiling fan above the cage to make things more even. We won't need it for Sara vs Carmen. We ought to have two great semifinal matches!”

“Why are we blowing the chicks?” RoboMic asked. “I'll blow them before and after the fights! WOOEE! Am I a genius or what?!”

“What,” Avi said as an answer. RoboMic repeated himself.

 

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Underground Fighting Supermodel Organization Championship Tournament Semifinals

8. Sara C (5-0) vs 6. Carmen Bella (6-5)

The underground fighting arena was packed to witness the first of two semifinals tournament matches. The top of the cage had been removed and there was a giant fan on the ceiling directly over the cage, looking bigger and sharper than helicopter blades. Avi, the announcer with the Afro, sat in between the sexy Korean model, Keilah, and the fat blond robot cyborg who always wore sunglasses, RoboMic. Keilah had abandoned her one piece wrestling suit and face mask for a blue bikini with a white cat ears headband and blue tail on the blue thong bikini bottoms. Fans enjoyed her sexy body however she decided to show it off. Avi said, “We likely won't need the new fan until the final to slow down an overpowered serum smoker, and it's not quite ready yet, but we could use in the Katie vs Bianca fight.”

“Katie vs Shady,” Keilah corrected. Shady Bianca, Shady B, or Shadow Realm Bianca; whatever you wanted to call her, was proving to be a lethal antagonist, meeting little to zero resistance, owning her challengers in the cage so far.

The fans in the audience cheering got subdued in small pockets as a hooded figure walked through the crowd. Pumping fists dropped. Some faces looked dazed or sleepy. The person dressed in all black held a white rag. The semifinalists, Sara and Carmen made their way down the runway from backstage. Sara, the Romanian brunette stopped, recognizing something wasn't right. Sara's long brown hair was pulled back at the nape of her neck in a bun. She wore a see through black shawl over her arms, a black sleeveless halter top that left her sexy back bare save the tie strings near her bun, and tight black gym shorts with no panties. Sara's sideboob and cleavage was seductive and classy. She had incredible curves and killer instinct. She was the lowest seed left in the tournament, and UFSO's only undefeated fighter (their rankings took total wins as the most important stat).

Carmen, the black curly haired cam girl, was waning in fan popularity despite showing true grit, awesome Luchador and Capoeira fighting, and flaunting her giant tits. The bimbo proportioned senorita was thick and not muscular until she was injected with serum. She naturally liked to dance and had incorporated that and risky leaping moves into her fighting on her way barely beating Brittney and then Keeley (which some might say was the easiest route in the tournament by far). Carmen wore black leather booty shorts, no top, a long crystal bell belly-button piercing, and silver hoop chain earrings. Carmen kept walking to the cage, waving her arms. Her big tits bounced. The hooded figure slipped off the head cover, revealing long blonde hair. It was UFSO Abby. It was plenty warm in the arena, but the blonde woman's breath was moist and visible like you'd expect outside in the winter.

Abby had smoked serum. Her eyes were bloodshot and she looked unsettled. She shouted, “No one wants to see this ugly bitch fight Sara! That should be me! I smoked serum, and I'm unstoppable! I'll fight and kill Carmen now, and then Sara to reclaim my rightful spot! Turn on your fans if you want. It won't matter. Sara, I'll kill you, bitch!”

“Not gonna happen, Abby,” Avi said. “Security! Or RoboMic, restrict her with your tentacles.”

“No need for that!” Abby said, breathing right into Carmen's face. The topless brunette shuddered. The fog was trapped in her hair. Abby put the white rag over Carmen's mouth. It had been soaked in Chloroform, and Carmen passed out, already with her lungs weakened from ingesting gaseous serum. The pornographic pugilist, Carmen, fell to the ground, and Abby kicked her in her fugly gut. Abby was about to ridicule Carmen, when she saw staff and security encircling her. The automatic serum dart firing machine locked onto Abby too. She'd merely turn into serum air and escape like those other whores were doing. Abby had never done it before, but felt so confident, she didn't try to physically move her body to evade. It wouldn't have helped anyway. Abby got hit with more calming medicine and darts than UFSO had really intended to use and spend money on in that moment. The blonde hadn't been able to do what her peers could do, and she fell limp on the ground. At least she fell on top of Carmen. Bodybuilder Chul and the burliest staff members carried the two unconscious women backstage. Carmen was quickly awakened and revived by a cold shower while Sara and the fans waited. Carmen took so long in the shower, fans grew restless.

The nude brunette, Carmen, felt embarrassed already. She'd been downed so easily by Abby, and was nervous for her fight against Sara. Carmen had been a bit of a jobber from the beginning of UFSO and had lost a lot of fights even when trying her new and exotic fighting styles. The previous masked manager had loved watching Carmen lose. She'd been thrown to him and fans a few times, and could only imagine what Sara had in store. Carmen tried to make a strategy for beating Sara and someone in the finals. Carmen didn't want to lose in a lopsided match. She'd come too far and progressed too much for that. She soaped and fingered herself, gathering strength and courage. She turned off the water, and began to put on MFL makeup. It didn't matter that she was still soaking wet. Her reflection looked pale in the mirror. Sara barged in and said, “Am I going to have to drag you to the cage?!”

The nudist, Carmen, shook her head, and slapped her towel at Sara's butt. Sara dodged. Carmen wrapped the towel around her waist and followed the Romanian back out in front of the fans without even drying off. The only other little delay was getting Carmen's earrings out. She was going to fight wet and naked. Carmen and Sara were injected with serum in the cage. Carmen's body tone slimmed and showed muscle. Sara's body showed a little extra bulk after the injection. Her black halter top was ready to split at the seems. Carmen saw a six pack abs on Sara for a brief moment.

“She's just starting off nude! WOOEEE!” RoboMic shouted. He was still a big fan of Carmen and most women with small waists and large breasts.

Carmen felt her confidence skyrocket on the serum. She strode up to Sara, swaying to the beat in her head. She slapped the Romanian in the boob. It was firm and perky. Carmen rocked back on her heels, clenched her fists, and said, “You're going to be wet in a few seconds too. I think that fan could blow dry me, but I'll break you and make you blow me instead!”

“You better be able to do those attacks for your sake,” Sara said. “I don't see you dancing around much after I break your legs.” Carmen faked a punch at Sara's face. Sara didn't flinch. Carmen did a cartwheel. Her foot bumped Sara's bun. Avi stood in front of the cage. With two hands on a new drumstick like a hammer, he sounded the gong to signal the start of the fight.

The naked Capoeira chick, Carmen, flipped head over heels, aiming a kick at Sara's collar. The clothed fighter, Sara, blocked with her hands. Carmen landed and grabbed Sara's wrist. Sara blocked a kick aimed at her leg. Carmen jerked Sara downward. Sara slugged her opponent in the cheek. Carmen tried to reverse the momentum and yank Sara around. Sara squatted, used both hands to clench Carmen's arm and shook the sopping wet broad towards the cage. Carmen stomped the ground to stop. Her fingers went into Sara's halter top and between her cleavage. Sara got kneed in the belly. Carmen karate chopped Sara's arm. Their skulls swung and collided. Sara tried to get Carmen in a hold, but the soapy water still all over her made her slick. Sara's nails sliced in Carmen's skin. Carmen jerked off Sara's top. Fans cheered. Then Carmen leaped into the air with a cross body slam.

The floppy tits of the Luchadora didn't do a lot of damage to Sara, but Sara had been knocked against the cage. Carmen did a back handspring and her foot caught Sara in the chin. The topless brunette, Sara, knew that Carmen maintained pretty even energy for her fights. She was full of spunk, and wasn't just going to tire out if Sara tried to defend the entire fight. Sara was too aggressive for that anyway. Sara ducked low to tackle Carmen. The high flying chica hurdled Sara. Carmen landed, slid onto her ass, and spun, kicking. Sara's leg nearly buckled from the blow, but she landed a crucial strike to Carmen's neck. The dancing bitch didn't look to be having so much fun now. Carmen popped to her feet with a Superman punch, changing things up. Sara's blockers got knocked away. The jiggly wrestler jumped, trying to tackle Sara again. Sara clenched her legs shut, trapping Carmen's ankle as their naked chests collided. Carmen tried to climb Sara, and realized she was stuck. Sara tried to twist to land on top of Carmen, but the cage got in the way.

Sara got bent upright with her butt hitting the concrete. She tried to clinch Carmen and transition to an armbar or leg submission. An elbow slammed into Sara's mouth. She tasted blood. Her fingers couldn't grip Carmen's skin. And here Sara had felt bad that Carmen had breathed serum air and had been Chloroformed. Now it was working in her favor! Sara's nails clawed Carmen's back and sideboob. The naked fighter reached for Sara's shorts. It would've been a big mistake to pursue that. Carmen stopped and threw her chest into Sara's face, flattening her. Sara was being smothered in the gigantic bosoms. She punched her head free, making Carmen yelp. The brown fun bags thwacked, smacked, and indented from the punches. Carmen headbutted Sara, giving the Romanian a nosebleed. Sara used her core to buck Carmen into the air. Sara kicked and wiggled her legs and feet, releasing the grip she had of Carmen's ankle. The naked woman caught herself, shaking the fence. It wasn't really a cage now with no top. Carmen climbed to the top as Sara got up. Sara expected Carmen to put her feet all the way on the top links of the fence, but the Luchadora dismounted with an aerial maneuver early.

The determined topless cutie, Sara, hunched and crouched on one knee as close to the fence as possible, hoping to punch up into Carmen's pussy as the busty babe flipped in the air. Carmen's bell navel piercing actually made little chiming sounds, barely audible to Sara over the crowd and fight noises. Carmen didn't land very well after bumping the fence trying to land closer to Sara. Carmen chosen to cartwheel to the side. She had to avoid fallen sex toys, and that made it easy for Sara to get up and catch up. Carmen got to her feet feeling dizzy, and tried to bounce off the metal links like they were ropes on a boxing ring. She did not get the spring she wanted. Sara slung a punch that connected and bloodied Carmen's lips. The naked woman, Carmen, needed space to be effective with Capoeira, and Sara wasn't going to give her any. Sara stomped Carmen's foot. It wasn't on purpose. A flail hit Sara's ribs. Carmen got her head back down, and Sara used the top of her skull like a battering ram. Carmen screamed with her face getting busted open. Scarlet flew from her slack jaw and nostrils. Sara grabbed Carmen's hair. The spunky slut kneed Sara in the flank. Sara yanked Carmen's head and drilled her in the teeth. Sara could feel a push of serum power, and it was almost like a serum charge in the air would not let Sara break the woman's teeth. Sara elbowed Carmen atop the head and punched the yelping combatant in the eye, cheek, nose, and mouth. Carmen wriggled, trying to force Sara's arms down. Sara's knee separated Carmen's milky jugs. Sara forced Carmen's head down with a pull of the black curly drenched hair. The knee to Carmen's chin was weak, but Sara's blitzkrieg overall was not. Sara didn't mean to claw Carmen's head and scalp, but it happened as she got her hands down to fire punches into Carmen's belly. Carmen's heaving and shaking chest was the only thing mildly forcing her will under Sara's rack. Sara slammed her shoulder into Carmen's neck. Her knuckles hit the little clear bell and Carmen's midsection. Sara felt loads of hot blood spit up over her back from her gasping and trembling foe. Carmen hugged Sara tight and cupped Sara's ass. The haggard hussy tried to ensnare legs with Sara. That was fine with Sara. Carmen used some of her remaining strength to rip off Sara's black shorts. Sara shook free forcefully, kneeing Carmen in the thigh. Sara uppercut Carmen in her wet pussy. Carmen's booty hit the fence again with her buckled, and there wasn't a sex toy left hanging on its hanger from all the fence shaking battle and continuous impact.

“Pound her titties!” RoboMic shouted, noting Carmen's dangling and engorged melons. RoboMic still had a perfect bracket, and although he was bragger, he had forgotten who he'd selected ages ago and didn't really care. If it mattered, he had selected Sara to win this round. UFSO was talking about posting all their staff picks online.

Sara took a step back to observe the damage she'd done and get a quick suck of Oxygen. Carmen cried, choked, and sputtered. As soon as she began to stand, Sara kicked Carmen in the belly. “OOF!” Carmen croaked. Sara kicked Carmen's hands up into the air. She booted Carmen in her bell belly-button piercing again, hearing the little chime and the crystal shattering. More crimson speckles sprayed from Carmen's split lips. Sara aimed a spinning kick, turning her body to mash her heel up into Carmen's crotch. Carmen was nearly overcome with incontinence. Sara karate chopped Carmen in the neck. The jobber had a nice run, but it was over. She gurgled and whined. Her eyes rolled. Sara kneed Carmen in the bread basket. Carmen wasn't even trying to writhe and attack at this point. She was an anguished punching bag. Sara kicked Carmen in the gut again, breaking the bell. “Here's another bell I'm going to ring,” Sara said, slamming her knuckles into Carmen's clit.

“OH GOD!” Carmen moaned, draping her lactating bosoms over Sara's head. She raked her nails in Sara's hair and pulled out the bun of brown hair. Sara elbowed Carmen's thighs and kicked her calf. Carmen didn't look so limber now. Sara was a little cocky, and got socked in the eye. It tore skin and swelled, demanding healing energy, but Carmen was about to fall on her face. Sara booted Carmen in the cooter. Carmen tried to speak, but her lips quivered, and spit. She was soaked with sweat now. Carmen held between her legs, whining, and unable to stop her aroused leak. Sara uppercut Carmen in the jaw. The Latina's head snapped back with an arch of crimson spilling from her open mouth. Carmen's body hit the fence. She tried to duck, but got belted in the face again. Sara was locked and loaded, slamming knuckles into the cornered chick with the goal of making the championship. If it hadn't been for Carmen's tits absorbing some of the blows, she might've been temporarily paralyzed from repeated head trauma.

There was no space between the two naked brunettes. Carmen's raw, bloody, and swollen face wasn't getting a lot of healing, but fans couldn't see that, because her head was smashed into Sara's chest. Carmen had an arm around Sara's thigh. Their legs were tangled together. Sara stood strong with Carmen wilting and about to go to her knees. Sara elbowed Carmen in the neck. A precise karate strike to the brain stem just above Carmen's shoulders made the Capoeira woman go cold. Sara went with gravity, bending her knees, and transitioning to the ground game. Sara thought Carmen was done, but the busty broad had life and heat left. Carmen got her mouth and fingers into Sara's private area. She sat on Sara's thigh, and tried to break Sara's leg, but that wasn't happening. Sara plowed an open palm into Carmen's nose and shoved her cleavage. Carmen's bruised breasts budded milk, and the tribbing was on. Sara bent over on top of Carmen to get a better hold of her rival's limb. Sara yanked and popped Carmen's hip out of the socket. Carmen yelped and knocked her head into Sara. The naked babes kissed. Carmen was very wild and passionate, biting, humping, and trying to get her way out of this jam sexually.

The clit bumping and sensitive pussy lips sliding and stroking with the lesbian scissoring had Carmen squealing and squirting. It wasn't until Carmen went all out, using her fingers to enter and stimulate that Sara lost a little load of orgasmic fluid. It seemed almost wrong to break the hand and arm that had pleased her, but Sara's body was full of adrenaline, power, and the will to win. She jerked the weakened woman so hard, they were no longer crotch to crotch. Sara wrapped her leg around Carmen's arm. She elbowed Carmen in the face. The tired Caopeira fighter crashed against the concrete. Sara put the torque on Carmen's arm. Carmen's cries of protest now sounded a lot like the noises she made when having an orgasm. CRUNCH!

Carmen sobbed and rolled over onto her abused front. She knew this was the end of line. Sara knew she'd won the fight. She grabbed a strap-on from the ground and put it on slowly, trying not to break it. The fans knew it was over, but the UFSO staff was hesitant to give Sara the winner's serum dart. Sara didn't care. She smacked Carmen's ass and entered her from behind. Sara grabbed Carmen's good arm with one hand. “NOOO!!” Carmen wailed. Sara stomped Carmen's shoulder joint, holding the immobile sex doll at the hip with her other hand, and still porking that paralyzed thot. Sara twisted Carmen's arm every which way. SNAP! CRACK! CR-RUNCH! Carmen shrieked. Sara pulled out and pressed the release button. Carmen's lower body hit the concrete hard. Her back got covered in white goo. Sara drove her heel with a thwack into the back of her fucked foe. Then Sara got hit with the winner's serum dart. She stopped, controlling all the rage and extra energy from the serum.

Most women would go berserk at this point, but Sara took deep breaths and channeled the energy. She forced some healing, and saved the rest of the power to enforce her sexual dominance. Sara began by jamming the dildo on the band on her waist into Carmen's ass. The dying woman's booty cheeks pounded and shook. She interspersed coos and pleasured whines with the sobs and choking. Sara fisted Carmen in her coochie. The ride was so rough and wild, Carmen's breasts got rubbed bloody on the ground and her teats were coincidentally milked in the process. Carmen covered the fighting area in sexual fluids from the railing Sara gave her. The naked Romanian, Sara, grabbed Carmen's hair and flipped her over. Sara made Carmen suck on the dildo, and nearly choked the slutty senorita to death in the process. Carmen was on her knees with no arms to use. Sara punched Carmen in the ribs. The bone snapping sound was ASMR paradise. Sara nearly broke the shaft of the sex toy, slapping Carmen in the face with it. Sara broke Carmen's jaw with a punch, making a bigger hole to insert the dick shaped head and more. Sara shot another release of artificial white liquid into Carmen's bloody and agape oral hole.

“Finish her!” Avi shouted.

The victorious combatant didn't even have to force Carmen's head into the face fucking. The paling and proud loser tongued Sara's pussy and kissed up around the base of the penis shaped prosthetic. The only thing keeping her moving was the pleasure and the healing energies. Carmen wanted to delay the fact that she had lost. She knew when she deep-throated the sticky black rod that she was dead. Sara put her hands in Carmen's curly hair, gripping her head. Sara cranked and twisted. SNAP! CRACKLE! POP!

The plastic cylinder broke in two because Carmen's neck had been turned 180 degrees. Blood, saliva, and semen was on Carmen's kissing lips, dribbling down between her shoulders blades and onto her booty bumps and hip dimples after the kill. Her body flopped into the fence with her lips rigid between a chain link. Sara stomped and pulverized the snapped piece of toy on the ground.

“Fatality!” Avi shouted. “Sara wins!”

“Let's try that fan,” Sara said, ripping off the band around her waist. RoboMic eagerly snatched Avi's phone which had just been unlocked. He found the fan feature and turned it on. The blades whirred the wrong direction, sucking both fighters towards doom. Sara grabbed the fence with one arm, and lifted Carmen's corpse with her other hand. She gave Carmen a toss, and the flesh got chopped into bits. Avi got the fan to shove wind currents down, and the blood and ichor splattered down. Sara avoided getting hit by the chunks, and the audience cheered. UFSO staff ran in to clean up the mess that had been Carmen. They didn't have to get every bit of her blood and body, but it helped to get most of it to speed up the overall revival and rejuvenation.

“Never touch my phone,” Avi said to RoboMic.

“That was awesome!” RoboMic shouted.

 

[ud983]

Underground Fighting Supermodel Organization Championship Tournament Semifinals

7. Bianca Ghezzi (6-6) vs 5. Katie Bell (6-4)

Backstage at the underground fighting arena, it seemed more like a rock-star party than a tense semifinal death match beginning. Despite Carmen being diced by the fan over the fighting ring in the previous fight, the serum smokers were lit and relaxed. The blonde Bianca, had her arm around the brunette, Katie. They were both topless, showing off enormous and mouthwatering breasts. Bianca drooled on Katie's boob. Katie was cool and tan, exhaling a visible cloud of serum smoke. She let Bianca grope her sideboob. Katie wore black thong panties and that was it. Bianca wore white lace panties and white high socks. Her doppelganger, Shady B, from the Shadow Dimension had her arm around her best friend, freckled Russian Olga C (OC). Shady B wiped a tear and said, “Fuck you bitches for making me see my best friend! … and I'm too relaxed now!” Shady wore a light blue strap around her neck that was similar to a string bikini top, only there were no straps around her back. The fabric over her breasts left areolae showing on both sides of both nipples. Shady also wore a light blue thong bikini bottoms and a necklace with a Shadow Realm clock on it that had belonged to Shadow OC. Shady took off the necklace and gave it OC. She said, “This was yours, bitch! Take it.”

“That's so lame I got killed in your dimension,” OC said. “It's weird having two slutty B’s here. You're kind of different though.” Olga couldn't take another puff of serum. She passed, and Bianca took the last few tokes from the joint from Shady B. Olga coughed and said, “I can't hang with this shit like you bitches, yet. You're all a bunch of whores!” OC put the necklace on. She wore a black tank top, white bra, and jeans. Shady B didn't say anything about the struggles she and Shadow OC had faced or feeling guilty for being unable to save OC. Shady glared at Katie, thinking Katie was trying to get in her head. Shady's emotions were all over the place.

“Is that supposed to be a fucking top?” Katie asked, clarifying her RBF. “Why bother?!”

“Bianca made me wear this to be more sexual,” Shady said in her annoyed monotone. “I didn't even wear a top in the car because she insisted on speeding in a convertible to help me get used to possible wind from the fans.” Katie shook her head. Shady snarled.

“I don't like that I'm thinking like you,” Katie said, punching Bianca in the boob. Bianca put the smoldered joint between Katie's tits to burn her a little, but it was already out. Katie added, “I did the same thing. I have a double lap belt though in my rental, and I was smoking then too!” Katie grinned.

The tall and blond pothead healer, Henson, walked by. He said, “Looking good ladies. Time to fight! You know the company told me to stay away from you, right Bianca?! We got the blood you want ready, Shady. The hospitals aren't happy we stopped donating, but whatever. What do I care? I bet I could smoke that stuff with you ladies.”

“There's enough blood in my apartment to bathe in it several times,” Bianca said. “I wish it was jello! We could wrestle in it! And eat it! Cherry is the best! Poppin Cherries Jello! That's what I like. Where's the virgins at?! Henson, you still a virgin for fucking chicks who smoke serum?!”

“I dunno,” Henson said. “Were you smoking it when we hooked up last?!”

“Nope!” Bianca said. She grabbed Henson's hand, cupping his balls and stroking the hard rod against his pants leg. “So hot!” Bianca said. “I'll smoke your pole, Henson. Let's fuck in the showers and the hot tub while they're fighting!” OC mimed sticking her finger down her throat to puke.

Katie and Shady headed for the cage. The lights were dimmed, and Shady reacted to the darkness better than the brunette of the Light Realm. The busty broads went to separate doors by the fenced in fighting area. Bert checked Katie's blood serum level which was none, and got a huge reading for the air around her. He coughed and stayed as far away as possible to inject her with liquid serum for the fight. Bodybuilder Chul Soon rolled his eyes, seeing Shady's serum air reading. It was high.

Commentator Avi said, “And here we have the Bianca who claims she's from the Shadow Realm, taking on another serum smoking powerhouse in Katie. Both women have six wins and impressive victories leading up to this. Six wins seem to be a hard hurdle to pass with Em and Nikki both losing after getting a sixth win. Should we put on the fan?!”

“I suppose my body shaking and being blown could arouse me,” Shady said. Her bikini top was supposed to arouse her too, but it was just dumb. It didn't cover like anything and Shady's breasts and muscles expanding made the cloth useless to keep on. Shady ripped it off. Fans cheered. RoboMic nearly knocked the table over with his excitement. Shady was ready to fight. She wanted to beat the fuck out of Katie, but didn't look forward to the public sex. Shady was so used to high serum in her body, not even this stuff that was supposed to raise your libido really got her into the mood and horny like these other chicks. Katie looked like a cat in heat rather than a gladiatrix ready to face off and kill or be killed. Katie caressed her curves and chest. Her tan tits looked milky and full. Shady was glad she hadn't promised Bianca to milk or fuck or anything like that this time. Shady was just going to win.

“I say keep the fan for the final,” Katie said. “We don't want to learn how to nullify it now.”

“If you're going to talk all smart, wear some glasses,” RoboMic said. “That'd be hot schoolgirl stuff.” He shot his robotic hand off his wrist with a cord attached to grab the gong and pull it towards him and the table. Katie had the urge to sit on the cord and rub her crotch against it. Her bubble butt could use a good pounding. She imagined her butt cheeks separated by the cord. She was as horny as Bianca. The serum they smoked had been some that Henson had whipped up for Bianca and likely put every ounce of libido enhancer possible in there.

Despite the doors being opened for the ladies, they both showed off their talents, turning into air. It was like a disappearing act. Shady went through the links of the fence and stood ready to brawl. Katie went as high up as her serum breath had floated to the top of the fence and then materialized. She sat on top of the top metal bar, springing with her legs over it. Katie's fun bags bounced and her booty cheeks shook as she clamped her legs and tested the strength and durability of the top of the fence. “Good,” Katie said. “It will hold our weight, and probably not impale us, depending on damage or velocity.”

“You're starting to piss me off,” Shady said. Katie jumped down from the fence which was over two stories high. She made her feet and legs like smoke to soften the impact of the landing. Her fatty areas jiggled. She brushed long brown hair from her face and exhaled right into Shady's face. Shady scrunched her nose and exhaled at Katie. Katie's breath was lighter in color, but all of it was smoky and sparking like fireworks or electric.

“I'm gonna make you enjoy this,” Katie said. She winked and reached for Shady's bikini bottoms. Shady tried to bat Katie's arms away. Both of them made their limbs like the air, and Katie pinched the fabric and Shady's pussy lips. Shady rammed her tits into Katie's rack. Their boobs touched, and slid off with no flesh smacking impact or titfight breast molding and dominance. Shady headbutted Katie, but there was too much skin softening. The topless brunette wasn't affected. She locked lips with Shady. The blonde punched her rival in the belly, the face, and the boobs to get free of the kiss. RoboMic dropped the gong on its side, watching, and that sound was sufficient to start the fight.

“You think you got this figured out, huh, bitch?” Shady said. A battle between serum smokers in Shadow Realm had to force their air presence into the enemy's space and preferably into their body once weakened in order to win. Katie couldn't know how to do that. Bianca threw the first punches and kicks of the fight and they were all blocked, but Katie wasn't gasping enough or releasing enough energy to hang with Shady like she needed to. The lingerie model bopped Shady in the boob. It shook and hurt. Katie raised an eyebrow. Shady kicked Katie between the legs. The bitch softened her skin and bones to lessen the pain and impact. Shady grabbed her foe in a clinch and clawed Katie's skin. Katie was slippery and talented as a serum smoker, but Shady Bianca still drew plenty of blood carving into the whore's back, arm, and breasts.

“I'll turn you off blood and into something a little more normal so you can fit in around here,” Katie said. She kneed Shady in the crotch. Shady groped and slapped Katie's ass. Katie wanted her body to be as solid as possible for this. Katie felt real naughty. She needed spankings. She craved the rush of the sex and the fight so much. She'd really been pushing herself on serum and experimenting, and realized it all could end really poorly for her. That was also part of what made it exciting and worth doing. Shady began making out with Katie. Katie tried to take off Shady's bikini bottoms, but could only give her a wedgie with Shady resisting and grabbing Katie's wrists. Katie figured Shady didn't kiss a lot in her realm, and as crazy as it sounded, multiple dimensions made more sense that Bianca having a long lost twin. Katie had seen the video of a dragon biting the previous masked manager in half after blood vials were broken, sparked, and caught on fire. Keilah had confided in Katie that she had managed to open the Shadow Realm once, poke her head in, and it had looked so terrifying, Keilah had nightmares about getting sucked in.

Shady's devious plan was working. She socked Katie in the belly while kissing. The more Shady tore into Katie's skin and forced her serum energy into Katie's body, the less Katie could make her body turn to gas herself. Katie pushed away and said, “You kinda suck at kissing.” Shady plowed a right hook into Katie's jaw, getting a splash of scarlet. Shady called her adversary a bitch, pretending to be offended, and kicked Katie in the leg. Katie pouted, looking at her body in confusion. She was such a dumb bimbo thot!! Shady cackled. Shady tried to grab the long dark hair of the topless twat. Katie dodged. She kicked high into Shady's flank. The blonde bikini model made her body like air. She stuck out her tongue to gloat. Katie swung her ass at Shady. The blonde tripped over Katie's calf and flailed a punch into the back of Katie's head. Katie turned around and slapped Shady's boob. Shady did not get the obsession with boobs in this realm.

Dimensional travel was normal in the Shadow Realm because that parallel dimension was the newest one. The Dark Dimension was likely as old as the light dimension, and only recently had Dark doppelgangers been getting into the Shadow Realm with really different personalities. The Shadow Realm had been created not long into the 20th century. Misa Campo and the Dark Cabal made up of Imports, MFL, and Shadow Enterprises employees had added experimental serum into large areas of blood and flesh and charged that with electricity. That had opened the rift to the Shadow Dimension as seemingly every body got a doppelganger and sucked into the Shadow Realm, leaving behind the Light Realm as is. Shadow Enterprises got destroyed quickly in the Shadow Realm and things were lawless and ugly. Shady was shocked that coronavirus was a big thing here in the Light Realm. Anyone with any money and power in this realm didn't even take that seriously as a threat to life. Shady had acted as a fly on the wall listening to elites and politicians talk behind closed doors about this when she had wanted to kill them to really mess up this realm, but figured leaving them alive would be the best bet to keep things horrible and herself from being outed or hunted here. Compared to the rampant death and problems in the Shadow Realm, even the black plague from long ago was a joke.

“You are really thinking hard about not being turned on,” Katie said. “Not that you have to be turned on now. You want to beat me down, but it ain't gonna happen!” Katie grinned.

Shady was going to blast the smirk of the slut's face. Katie moved slower through Shady's serum CO2. Shady was depleting her energy reserve, but it was worth it. She'd injure Katie so badly, their energy reserves would even out and then swing the other way. Shady still had plenty of power to kick Katie in the knee. Katie's leg buckled. Shady walloped the topless brunette in the gullet. Katie gasped and buckled. Shady uppercut Katie in the mouth, and couldn't help but rejoice and clap at the sight of blood splatter. Katie looked dazed. She kept her balance and got her fists up. Shady kicked for Katie's tummy, but the bitch shrank her target hunching and her fat tits took the abuse. Katie hit Shady in the belly. It would've hurt, but Shady made her skin softer. Instead of having solid inner organs rattled or her abs bruised from impact, the skin and tissues became like air particles. Katie's solid fist merely moved the particles of Shady's being around a little with some heat. It was mildly uncomfortable because Shady had to use a lot of energy to do this. The topless blonde bikini babe, Shady, slammed a right hook into Katie's chin and neck. Katie looked so confused that she couldn't make herself softer! Shady had forced her own serum air into Katie's mouth while kissing! Shady threw a left handed haymaker. Her knuckles split Katie's lips. The brunette made an 'o' face. Her neck jerked to the side. Her eyes rolled back. Crimson spritzed from her lips. Shady's arm rested on Katie's protruding rack after the punch. Katie was already going down, but Shady brought her elbow back, crashing it into Katie's teeth and then neck. The lingerie model's legs clenched. She tried to recover. She squatted, and then toppled over onto her back. This could've been a sexy KO scene with brunette's panties bunched and legs open, her naked breasts big and firm yet also soft and feminine, and her pretty face showing exhaustion and a little damage. This was Shadow Enterprises though, and fights were never so quick or easy.

Shadow Bianca was perhaps the only person in the arena not attracted to Katie besides maybe one random hater or so. Shady had denied any libido along with survival for so long, it wasn't that she didn't recognize Katie's allure or appeal, Shady's mind just didn't go there. She thought about the kill and the victory. She bent over and grabbed Katie's ankle. Most people watching this had many sexual thoughts, seeing the blonde bend over, and the gasping brunette fiercely competing and clinging to hope and toughness to stay in the fight. Katie kicked Shady in the chest. Shady clawed Katie's ankle, making the busty brunette bleed more. This was a sign of Shady winning, so she dove down on top of Katie, before the scrambling slut could get up or roll over. Shady punched down into Katie's face. Her knuckles hit eyebrow, bone, and eye. Katie yelped. More blood flew. Shady dropped her elbow towards Katie's face and was surprised how cushioned Katie could still make herself. Katie grabbed Shady's wrists. Shady was chest to chest with Katie, on top, and dominant. The brunette broad was trying to titfight, wrap their legs together, and trib. Both topless models had crooked bottoms, bumping beans. Shady tried to blow more black serum breath down Katie's throat. There was quite a bit of grayish resistance smoke.

It seemed so common now for Katie to take a beating in a fight, that this all hadn't fazed her so far. Katie had finally figured out Shady's strategy to make her bleed and weaken her. Katie had never dreamed that her serum breath would hurt Shady, but now it appeared that it could. Shady backed her face away from Katie, wrinkling her nose. She tried to make her tits less solid, but that didn't stop Katie from swaying her melons into Shady's jugs. When someone smoked serum, energy would build up in the lungs and the chemical makeup of the serum would start to take on characteristics of the person who had smoked it. When that person breathed out, there would be a visible aura with partially broken down serum air near them. Anyone could suck that in. Katie and Shadow Enterprises didn't realize that the Shadow Realm only approached this an attack. Katie had discovered that Keilah had a very small and faint serum aura at all times, and Katie had purposefully breathed a lot of that in while training, thinking it was like getting an extra dose of serum. Katie had breathed Hannah's serum breath and had been purposefully doing this sort of thing all through her training. Shady hadn't considered that the MFL and Shadow Enterprises put so much recovery ingredients in their serum. In the Shadow Realm the importance was on quick fights, no healing, and gathering blood and resources. Katie's ability to heal and breath the aura that others like Shady produced, using it to strengthen herself, was not something the blonde could have predicted. Shady's jaw gaped open. She was dumfounded as Katie reversed the positions to be on top. Katie kissed Shady, scissoring, humping, and groping the hard body of the topless blonde.

The nearly nude chick in the light blue bikini bottoms, Shady, cursed and swiped at her rival. She bit Katie's lip to make her bleed. Katie's chi really sparked and took near solid form entering Shady's private area. It was maddeningly electric, tickling places on Shady she hadn't touched or knew existed to be stimulated. Shady shrieked and blushed. “How... are you?” Shady began. “FUCK YOU!!” Katie was so rough kneading and sucking on Shady's nips and tits after making out, that the blonde's breasts got milky. Shady was mortified and confused. She tried to turn into air to disappear. She felt her body turn into gaseous particles, but her damned adversary was still inside her and fucking. “AHH!” Shady screamed, materializing atop the top fence bar with her lactating breasts pushed apart on both sides of the bar like her legs. “OHH! UH! NO!” Shady moaned. Katie materialized right when the blonde had, but the brunette sat with her legs draped over the top of fence, holding and fingering the blonde's wet pussy. Shady yelped, “O! You make it FEEL SOOO GOOD!! … HOW?! O FUCK!! AHH!!”

The brown eyed brunette, Katie, ripped off Shady's bikini bottoms with one hand, while providing the type of vagina and clitoral stimulation expertise she'd used on herself to masturbate many times. Shady's brown eyes rolled. Her ass got spanked. It wasn't just solid fingers, Katie's hot moist probing tongue, and Shady's lips tingling; every state of matter on Shady was aroused and rubbed. The science nerds would draw a diagram of overlapping dots or something to show how Katie was fucking Shady in every sense one could imagine and even at a microscopic level. Shady's orgasm was macro level pleasure. She tried to pinch and squeeze her vaginal muscles to stop the squirt, and perhaps she held back some, but she wasn't sure. Her own voice sounded so vulnerable, excited, and submissive. Shady shuddered as she fell off the top of the fence. Pop!

The naked blonde fell on her shoulder and it popped out of the socket. She winced and rolled around. Katie got to her feet, standing atop the fence. Fans cheered. Katie wondered what Hannah would do. Katie grinned, shook her ass, spanked herself, and then dipped her body down like a diver. Katie flipped head over heels multiple times in the air. It was frightening. There was no pool to jump into. Katie put her arms out like a bird. Shady trembled in her own liquids, trying to move or get her knees up for Katie to land on. Katie could feel her chi near the nude blonde. Shady couldn't escape Katie as air or as a solid. Katie's hand disappeared as it had turned into air. It was close to her crotch, so some fans thought she was fingering herself. She was actually back in Shady, getting the blonde to open her legs, writhe, and lay flat. It was just in time for Katie to land her ass onto Shady's stomach. The blonde screamed, sat up, and choked out a volcanic splotch of carmine. Shady saw it, looking pale, nodded, and smiled. Katie leaned over and licked Shady's crotch. She slurped and sucked on the vulva, rubbing her nose into Shady's clit. Shady grabbed Katie's hair, moaning in ecstasy.

The lingerie model, Katie was owning the sexfight now, and Shady had become her inner sex-loving whore. Shady could not think about anything other than the pleasure. She was weakened from the fight too, and not going to be fighting back. Katie elbowed Shady in the neck. The blonde's neck and throat were rigid and seemingly fragile. Shady choked and fell onto the concrete, quivering, and thrashing. Katie said, “I told you, I'd make this feel good for you!” Shady shook her head. Katie squatted over the blonde. The brunette took off her panties with great finesse and flung them to the side. She humped Shady in the face. Shady was not going to return the cunnilingus favor. Katie ended up sitting on Shady's face. Katie rubbed her booty in Shady's face. Then she crouched to punch the blonde in the face. Shady latched onto Katie's boobs, leaving more bloody scratch marks on the engorged brown haired fighter's bosoms. Katie broke Shady's nose with a downward punch, and the fighter from another realm was finally defeated. There was blood and sweat all over the nude brunette's body as she stepped to the side of the downed thot and pumped her fists in victory. Katie caught the winner's serum dart in the air with two fingers, flipped it, and put it in her mouth like a stogie (or a penis for those who would rather imagine that). Katie said, “Where is Bianca?! You wanna fuck her with me?!”

“HELL YEAH!” Bianca shouted, sprinting from the backstage area in nothing but her white high socks. She had left Henson full chub to deal with blue balls and suffer the consequences from skipping all his work. The Light Realm Bianca was excited to fuck herself. She said, “Thanks, Katie! You're the best! I fuck myself all the time, but this will be special!” Some people thought Katie would give Bianca the serum dart, but she didn't. Bianca went for a double-sided dildo to pleasure herself and Shady. Katie grabbed Bianca's hair. Bianca ate out Katie while penetrating Shady. Bianca then tried to put a strap-on on Katie. The brunette stopped that from happening. Fans shouted for Katie to kill both Bianca's. RoboMic liked this idea too, but wanted her to wait until both blondes came several times.

The sex was like a choreographed dance with all three women fulfilling different sexual roles at different times. Shady was mostly done and barely moving. She could kiss and deny orgasms, but not for long. Bianca was rougher and beating on Shady's boobs and face more than Katie. Katie was too chill for this. It was hot and arousing for her to partake in the threesome, and she enjoyed it for several minutes, but she knew she was going to have to let some fans down. Shady had never gotten a healing here. You got a brain chip put in your brain, and how would that affect dimension travel? Would it kill Shady to try and go back home with a brain chip from this dimension? They needed to know more. Maybe Shady was staying here for good. Both Biancas made each other squirt. The Light Realm Bianca was on cloud nine, and her twin was spent and even cooing in monotone again now.

“Finish her!” Avi shouted.

“She's already finished,” Katie said. “I won.”

“You wanna kill me instead?” Bianca asked. “I love the sound of the neck snap! My pussy always reacts to that noise like Christmas! Shady did say she was afraid of the healings, or I'd kill her if you were gonna bitch out.”

Katie kicked Bianca in the face. The nude blonde fell onto her ass, offering her neck. Katie took the serum dart from between her pursed lips and shoved it into Shady's neck. The beaten blonde looked revitalized in a few seconds. “Hey,” Shady said. “Don't follow inside of me. … It felt... I see why you like sex so much now, B. But lemme go, please!” Katie nodded. Shady turned into air, and disappeared. Bianca sighed. Some fans booed. Keilah gave Katie a standing ovation. There were some fans who liked the life of the loser being spared.

Bianca said, “Hey wanna hang out after this, smoke more, and have an orgy?” Katie shook her head. Katie only did this kind of thing in the context of this fighting arena. The word orgy got fans really excited, and to top off the semifinals ending, Bianca stuck around to fuck as many fans as she could in an hour. About fifteen orgasms later all from different fans and only one female, (not counting any of Bianca's) Avi and the staff made the move to shut down for the night. Bianca was so exhausted she requested a healing, and RoboMic had accidentally roughed her up, trying to get in to fuck her in the last minute. He had cummed the fastest out of everyone, yet he still would brag about how awesome he was. Katie knew that she'd lose fans and maybe some of the company's trust for letting Shady escape and not killing her, but it had felt like the right thing to do. She felt confident in that explaining her reasons would have to be good enough. She talked to Chul a bit, who seemed worried, but understanding, and then Katie got her healing. It all was weird and a bit intimidating. Shady may eventually get a healing here too.

The finals were set for a rematch between Sara and Katie. The hype was big. The narrative headline had the undefeated Romanian battling against all odds against a rebel brunette with super powers wanting revenge with the fan possibly neutralizing Katie or maybe not. The fight sold out in less time than the hour long orgy.

 

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Underground Fighting Supermodel Organization Championship Tournament Final!!

7. Sara C (6-0) vs 5. Katie Bell (7-4)

The noise underground was sure to be heard at the surface for the UFSO Championship final. The concrete platform was surrounded by a round metal fence. About ten feet from that and the lighted runways from the backstage area, excited audience members stood packed like sardines; shoulder to shoulder to root on the fighting women who had made it this far. Thirty feet up the from the fighting area there was a giant fan installed with actual helicopter blades in a steel chamber. The whirring blades and the sound of high pressure air hitting the ground made all the people have to speak and cheer louder to be heard. The fence shook even though it wasn't hit directly with any of the air currents. Only two sex toys were clamped on the fence; a strap-on in Sara's corner, and a red and blue double-sided dildo in Katie's corner. The phallic objects banged against the chain links. The fence was heavier and thicker than most built, but it looked flimsy under these conditions.

Avi had shaved his Afro to have a Mohawk for the final. His hair pick stuck out of the side of his tuft of black hair. He was the most sane announcer on the panel of commentators, and even he had his quirks, like buying an actual gong to signal the start of the fights now. The gong was under the commentators' table between the runway path and the fighting area, and it sounded over and over because of the gusts of wind pushing out from the fighting stage. Avi shouted into the mic, “I can hear the enthusiasm brimming over for this! The energy in the room is palpable! Katie gets a rematch against Sara who beat her earlier, but the serum smoker may not have any advantage with the fan on!”

“Pulpable?” RoboMic asked, making his voice boom and project as he was a cyborg. His 2 Liter of Live Wire Mountain Dew splashed up into his face and onto his sunglasses as he chugged it and set it down. He belched. He said, “Is that like orange juice pulp or a new word for Fap?!”

The brunette finalists were paraded out from the backstage area. Sara was looking to finish a perfect season in the UFSO so to speak as she hadn't lost here ever, unless you counted Megan Fox and Maria H teaming up and ambushing her here with no fans watching live as a loss. The beautiful model from Romania wore a yellow see-through cover top with flower print on it that tied with a yellow band over her navel. The pastel colors of her outfit and pink bikini looked amazing with her tan skin and curvy body. Sara had long brown hair. She could just barely get away with wearing a strapless bikini top without having her breasts spill out. The fights always included sex and nudity here, so she wasn't worried about that. Her rival, Katie, was like a different woman now. It had been odd walking side by side with her adversary down to the fighting area to the cheering, jeering, and general cacophony of noise made by fans. It wasn't clear who the crowd favored. Sara hadn't been injected with serum yet, but her adrenaline was pumping. Her competitive and sexual nature kicked in. No one had beaten a serum smoker yet. Sara had beaten Katie before she had discovered that talent or ability, and Sara realized that one day she might have to experiment with that if she wanted to stay relevant and able to fight the best. Katie carried herself with confidence, but Sara wondered if that was shallow. Katie wore no top, flaunting oversized bimbo breasts. Katie's blue bikini bottoms had off-center white stars on them. The thong material in the back presented Katie's picture perfect ass. The American's long hair was nearly black. Her eyeliner and lashes were dark, and her glowing eyes matched the ferocity of Sara's stare. Katie's shapely thighs and strut had that sort of superficial supermodel feel. She had been one of the previous masked manager's girlfriends, and Sara was ready to make her feel like a submissive and conquered harem bitch again. Sara imagined making Katie cry and beg for sex after being broken and defeated.

Asian bodybuilder and healer, Chul Soon, escorted Katie towards the other door to get into the fenced in area. Sara's chest tightened. The ebb and flow of intensity for this event was a wild ride. Bert tested Sara for serum and then injected Sara in the spine. Sara felt a rush of warmth and power. Her body knew how to store all this and turn it on when needed to fight. Sara was especially curious to hear the reading on Katie. Sara had been able to breathe with little to no difficulty being close to Katie and seeing the brunette's visible aura and CO2 serum breath. Chul injected Katie with serum. All of Katie's muscles clenched. She took off the blue butterfly ring on her finger and tossed it near the fence. The wind currents blew the little gem up into the air where it was lost in the crowd. Chul shouted into his microphone head piece, “Very little malfunction on the equipment and little readings in the air around her compared to normal. I haven't coughed once in close proximity while administering liquid serum. This fight should be legit!” Chul opened the cage door and it flung open, rattling the entire fence. Katie looked at Sara and licked her lips. She bent forward, teasing big breasts, and patted her butt cheeks with both hands. Clapping her own booty could have been stimulation, nervousness, or a taunt. Sara took it as a challenge. She untied her yellow robe. UFSO fighter Shelby opened the door for Sara to go in and battle. Shelby wore a silver one piece swimsuit, matching her girlfriend Keilah's outfit. The material was glossy, skin tight, and like leather with cat tails on the back. Keilah held Shelby close and winked to Sara. Shelby nodded approvingly. Keilah had bonded with both Katie and Sara and had no favorite, but Shelby didn't like the serum smokers and would be rooting for Sara. Keilah's outfit was blue to go with her Blue Cat commentator persona. She and Shelby both wore fuzzy earmuffs with cat ears atop the band. They were probably nice for cutting all the noise too. Sara had the urge to fight both Shelby and Keilah. Sara wished she would've gotten more special treatment from UFSO like Katie had gotten, and that thought annoyed Sara. She stepped up onto the concrete platform in bare feet, feeling the hard surface and the hurricane level air blasts. The yellow robe flew into the chain links, getting caught on the crisscrossing metal, tore, and blew out in chunks like confetti. The staff had trouble closing the doors and locking them. Shelby and Keilah went over to the commentators' table. This was like their first date together. Katie and Sara stepped up to one another with clenched fists. The air pushing down on them made Sara's top fall down to her sternum. Fans cheered. Sara didn't care. Katie's boobs and ass jiggled so much from the air pressure. Sara could feel her cheeks being shaken and shoved down. The long hair whipping around was unpredictable. It was hard to move and stand without using serum power. Katie pointed and said, “I think they're hitting the gong.”

Sara looked over her shoulder. That appeared to be true. The championship had started. Was Katie looking to get in a cheap shot?! Sara turned around, feeling her rival's white nails scratch her chest. Sara punched Katie in the jaw, expecting to feel something weird as the other women who had fought serum smokers described. Sara only felt regular jaw on her knuckles. The punch hadn't been enough to draw blood. Sara felt so much wind resistance to every move. Katie had torn off Sara's top. She tried to toss it up into the air, but it immediately hit the ground and was pushed through a hole in the fence. Sara said, “You should've smoked all the serum you could. I don't see you getting your revenge tonight, bitch!” Sara kicked Katie between the legs. The brunette thong wearer tried to trap Sara's ankle. Sara slugged Katie in the collar, pushed, and kicked off of her. Katie punched Sara in the boob. Was she playing around? Did she have tricks up her sleeve? Sara aimed a punch for Katie's face. It hit off the mark on Katie's shoulder. It was the fan. Aim and guard was being pushed down. Katie and Sara weren't really guarding at all. It was a struggle to stand! Sara kicked for Katie's ass, and it was perfect aim to hit her knee. Katie must have adjusted at the same time. She drew first blood, belting Sara in the kisser. Brown locks whipped into Sara's face. She blinked and winced. Katie didn't seem to have this problem. Hair flying looked to rebound off the serum smoker's silhouette.

Katie and Sara grappled, locking hands. Katie headbutted Sara. The combatant in the pink bikini bottoms, Sara, yelped, and tucked her head into her adversary's collar. Sara's nose and face were very bloody for one second, but all the plasma hit the ground so quickly. It splashed up onto their calves and legs. Katie pushed Sara into the cage, trying to bully her. Katie's giant jugs stopped shaking so much docked onto Sara's rack. Sara felt savage enough to bite Katie's neck. It ended up as more of a nip and a kiss. Sara hadn't wanted to chomp the jugular like a Zombie. Katie's aura had pushed her back, and her neck had gotten a seemingly involuntary beef up. Maybe that was the serum acting on its own. Katie's power got a slight drop. Sara breathed the charged air next to the sweaty American slut. It hurt Sara's lungs, but she got a burn of power and kneed Katie in between the legs and in the belly. Katie's hands were soft and like jelly. Sara swung their arms down. She got her arms free. She rammed her patella into Katie's pussy and elbowed the buckled babe in the mouth. Sara slipped past Katie. Katie's nails scraped Sara's neck, trying to hold her. Sara kicked Katie in the spine.

The American bikini model, Katie, got pressed up against the cage from being kicked in the back. Her arms were up and bent, gripping the links. Her juicy mammary mounds molded and reshaped with chest flesh squished against metal wiring and pushing through holes. Katie's cheek was also against the fence. Her mouth was close to the end of the red end of a sex toy. Katie twerked her rump. The bump pushed Sara back a bit. A karate strike hit Katie's neck. Katie flinched and gasped. She got punted between the legs. She'd deserved that. Sara probably tried to kick Katie in the head or neck, but the model's foot hit Katie between the shoulder blades. Katie's engorged knockers were getting milked from the flattening and fence pressure. She felt her hair get grabbed, and she slammed an elbow into her opponent's nose.

Sara shook off the dizzying attack as fast as possible. There would be no bloody reaction shots of combatants that were often featured on fight recap pages or to hype the league from this match because of the fan. Before Katie even turned around, Sara rocketed knuckles into her kidney. Katie grunted. She hit Sara in the chin. Sara fired another uppercut to her enemy's torso. Katie coughed and hunched. Sara recoiled from the blow she'd received and kicked Katie in the gut after aiming for her dangling melons. The bouncy bare chested serum smoker was weakened. Sara socked her in the eye with a jab. A counter punch rattled Sara's mandible. She swung a right hook into Katie's jaw. Katie's head turned. Her eyes were glossy and full of tears. Sara's next strike grazed Katie's temple. Katie kicked Sara in the flank. Sara uppercut Katie in the chin. The tough chick's head shot backwards and then immediately back down from the fan force. Katie's flail hit Sara in the neck. Sara aimed for the bruise on Katie's belly next to her navel. Sara put a lot into the punch just to be accurate. Katie yelped and hunched. The blood slopped in the blink of the eye, splashing and pattering the concrete below. Katie threw a right handed haymaker into Sara's face.

The topless brunettes were going all out, but it looked like a fairly average fight with the fan on. Their feet, legs, and the ground beneath them was covered in sticky crimson. There wasn't much defense. Katie hugged Sara in a clinch to recover a bit. Sara was not going to allow that! She pumped short jabs into Katie's abused midsection. Katie flinched, groaned, winked, and then gave Sara a wedgie. Sara's sturdy legs entwined with Katie's shaking thighs. It was time for Sara to claim her first big championship! She tackled Katie, enjoying the dominance of her perky orbs mauling Katie's underboobs. It was hard to see on the ground with hair everywhere, but Sara trusted her instincts. She was good on the ground, and Katie likely wasn't. Sara grabbed and yanked at the front of Katie's blue bikini bottoms, touching very sensitive areas, and then punching the revealed and exposed crotch area. Katie held Sara close, putting pressure at the back of Sara's neck. Sara tried to use her skull to bash in Katie's pretty face. They were all glancing blows and Sara had to abandon that stratgey before accidentally knocking herself out with a miss that would hit the ground.

Sara's body shielded Katie from the wind a bit. She felt like she had to work harder on top, but the knee drops were worth the effort. Katie's stomach was in bad shape. Sara flailed, punched, and elbowed to knock Katie's arms down. Katie reached for Sara, and the jujitsu expert got Katie's arm locked. Sara rolled over. She contorted her body to get most of her limbs available for bone breaking. Her ass hit Katie in the mouth. Sara gasped for breath. This was the moment of truth! Katie moaned. Sara bent her rival's arm at the elbow. This was going to be a nasty break! Only... there was no crack sound.

The pinned yet relaxed topless chick in the submission hold, Katie, casually fixed her crooked bikini bottoms. She twinged because leaning like that was a pain to her obliterated belly. Her arm was fine. She'd turned the bones inside soft. Sara wrenched the appendage like a wet noodle. Katie couldn't help panting. All the charged air was still on the ground. A lot of if it was pushed down and out, but serum air gravitated up and back towards the owner as much as possible. Katie breathed in all that energy. She knew she would have an unfair advantage even though she hadn't smoked in the past 24 hours. She flopped onto her hands and knees, gulping in the air and her energy reserve. Sara tried to rip Katie's arm into pieces. Her nails scraped skin. Katie's arm disappeared. It had turned into gas particles completely. Katie felt recovery, strength, and complete control now after sucking in serum aura. She materialized her limb. Sara jumped onto Katie's back, trying to strangle her.

The mounted barbarian broad, Katie, flipped her attacker off like a bucking bronco. Sara rolled and smashed into the cage. She stood up first, feeling dizzy. She choked. The air felt solid and smothering. Sara tried to kick Katie in the face. The tease was wiggling her ass and asking for it still on the ground. Katie caught Sara's leg. She gripped Sara's thigh and ankle. Sara tried to grab the fence. She missed. Her hip smashed onto the concrete. Her leg got bent to the side. Her body felt rigid and vulnerable. SNAP! Sara yelped and threw her head back. Part of her knee had been twisted and shattered. Katie climbed atop Sara quickly. Sara thrashed and jammed an open palm into Katie's nose. Red liquid dropped onto Sara's naked chest. Katie used her swaying breasts to mop up the mess on Sara's front. She pushed Sara's arms backwards and kissed Sara on the lips. Sara was mad. She tried to bite and shake free, but her rival's breath and being were invasive. Sara sputtered. Her entire body felt weak. The knee cap splintered was agonizing. The charged kiss seemed nice her brittle and dry lips. Katie wedged her knee into Sara's navel. She put a finger between their lips and got to her feet.

The overpowered fighter, Katie, squatted with the air blowing down on her. She wiggled her hips to show off her ass, and her tits also got a lot of motion and views. Katie caught Sara's punch attempt. She grabbed the Romanian's other wrist, stomped Sara's shoulders, and pulled. “NOO!!” Sara wailed. POP! CRUNCH! One shoulder joint was dislocated on the downed fighter. Sara's other arm had been stomped at the elbow and broke. It was insane for Katie to have so much power now. Warms tears flowed on Sara's red cheeks. She had wanted this win. Katie put enough pressure on Sara's neck with her foot to temporarily paralyze Sara. Sara's lower body kicked and protested a few more seconds. Her ass cheeks clenched tight. All her energy was going towards keeping her alive and not looking like a horror movie victim. Katie grabbed Sara's hair to make her sit up. The air was easier to breathe there anyway. Katie kicked Sara in the belly for retribution. Other than that, Katie didn't seem vengeful or angry. Katie said, “If you would've broken my arm, you would've won.” Sara wiggled. Her boobs hit Katie's knee.

The rag dolled Romanian was held in position by her hair. Her body swayed. Her face knocked into Katie's crotch. Sara mouthed, tongued, and bit down there. The air blew off what was left of Katie's thong bikini bottoms. Katie shouted an announcement. Sara couldn't even hear her well, but Sara was in and out of consciousness. The fan got turned off. Things seemed oddly at peace. Katie said, “Sara would have won if not for my powers. The gap between those who smoke serum and have it as gas in and around our bodies is making this hard. I tried to win without it, but it couldn't be helped.”

Sara managed to grope and spank Katie's ass with the arm that had been pulled from the socket. She pushed away, leaving Katie's pussy wet and stimulated. Sara said, “You won... this one... bitch. I'll get beyond you... soon... Enjoy this... while you can.”

The victorious fighter shrugged and nodded. Fans cheered. Katie, the nude brunette, slung Sara onto her back. It wasn't needed, but Katie got hit with the winner's serum dart. This made it easy for her to rip open the clamps keeping the double-sided dildo on the fence. She actually broke the hanging apparatus and part of the cage. Katie inserted the blue end of the pleasure stick in her own glory hole, and then got on top of Sara. They had minutes of missionary sex with Katie not knowing her own strength and banging Sara's body up and down and against the fence. Then Katie flipped Sara onto her hands and knees, which was really hard for the Romanian with a busted knee cap. She endured the pain for the pleasure, slamming her ass into Katie with thrusts just to show that she wasn't completely submissive yet. Katie groped herself and then latched onto Sara's boobs. Katie hugged Sara. Her warm chest balloons rubbed, squashed, and flattened on Sara's back. Katie's hands were rough and her nails were sharp on Sara's breasts. Katie then took her attention to Sara's legs. She caressed Sara's thighs. She rolled onto her side to get Sara off her bad knee. Katie nibbled Sara's ear. She kissed her neck and then lips. Katie began to chill a bit from being super strong on serum power. Her hands down low at Sara's pussy lips got very soft. Sara felt Katie's charged chi enter her butt and her vagina. It was very different than a solid or liquid touch and hard to describe. It wasn't like the wind blowing. It was like her nerves were tingling in their very fibers and her pleasure center dulled and numbed every other sense. Sara moaned and squirted. Katie was queen of timing her ejaculations to match her partner, and succeeded with that again. Sara felt the liquids hit her hip dimples as the double-sided dildo got pushed out. Sara landed on her back with her mind and heart rate going a mile a minute.

“Finish her!” Avi shouted. There was silence in the arena, like people expected Katie to say no again and disappear like magic.

Instead, the brunette picked up the sloppy sex toy and licked the end that had been in Sara. She stuck that in herself, bowed to Sara, and dove in to give her some pre-death head. Sara's thighs clamped around Katie's neck. Katie got soft to get free, and Sara wanted more pleasure before the finish. Katie lifted Sara by the chin. She put the blue end of the dildo in Sara's mouth. Sara could taste Katie's womanhood. She wished the positions were reversed, but losing wasn't always so bad. Katie face fucked Sara. It wasn't long. This was Sara's finisher but with the double-sided dildo instead of a strap-on. Sara cringed. Katie's hands massaged Sara's neck and then – SNAP! CRACK! CRUNCH!

The floppy cylinder hung out of Sara's mouth like a goofy long tongue. Her neck had been broken and turned 180 degrees. Her body toppled over against the fence, and Katie left her there like that.

“Fatality!” Avi shouted. “Katie Bell wins the first ever UFSO Championship Tournament!”

“At a ridiculous advantage,” Katie said. “I feel like a winner for beating Shadow Bianca, and lucky to escape this rematch without being killed. We've got a lot to do to figure out how to make things better here.” Fans were taken back at first, but then cheered.

RoboMic said, “More sex, titties, nudity, and RoboMic banging broads will make things better!”

“What?!” Keilah said. Shelby pulled the earmuffs off Keilah's head.

The staff attended to Sara, putting her in a Cryo Bag. Mandy and Bert were disappointed in the final, and bonded again over being mad Sara had lost.

Katie stuck around to talk with fans about the match and the future of the league. She was invested now whether she wanted to be or not. The company wanted to study Katie. Until they had someone else on her level to study, it was just her. Katie sat on the commentators' table topless, and RoboMic jerked his many dicks. Unfortunately for him, breathing in Katie's charged aura caused him to malfunction and shut down. He'd been too focused on pleasure to filter out charges going in his lungs that turned him off. Needless to say, he wasn't a distraction after that, but a prop for comedy with his sunglasses being worn by different people. Cat earmuffs and cat tails were put on his body. Shelby drew a penis on his cheek with a sharpie from her purse. Katie drew the big hairy balls. It was a riot.

As soon as the last fan left, Avi and Chul got a call from Shadow Enterprises. They wanted to talk with Bert, Henson, Shelby, Keilah, Katie, Bianca, Abby, and some other healers too. A championship had been won, but it was back to the drawing board and back to business right away, with Shadow Enterprises. The company always wanted to maintain power and stay many steps ahead of everyone else on the planet. Now they had to consider staying ahead of people in other dimensions who seemed to have the drop on them. Bianca was very high and not very helpful, but future meetings were scheduled, and the framework of UFSO had been forever changed.

 

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UFSO to European Model Cage-fight and Sexfight Association:

Pre-flight to Spain Fight; Antonia Iacobescu vs Sara C

The Underground fighting area was mostly vacant. Even backstage in the healing area, less than half the staff was present. There were only a few combatants in healing tanks, but Sara wasn't sure that her friend Mandy was going to be able to hook up with Bert before heading to Spain. It was like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with golden ticket invites from Megan Fox and Foxy Corp to visit their vacation land on the coast and participate in EMCASA for a chance to win a mind control collar. Sara and Mandy had obviously been invited after facing off against Megan and many of her inner circle of submissive and follower friends all across the few sexfight deathmatch fighting leagues in Europe.

Sara walked down the runway, noting that the lights were on, and she was not alone. She remembered being ambushed by Megan and Maria here and fighting a very well endowed Russian named Ashley before Megan and Maria had turned on them both. Today was different. Sara set down all her travel bags. Sara had an email from Foxy Corp, the family company of Megan Fox sponsoring EMCASA, telling her to be ready for the flight at the UFSO arena and to wear a bikini. Sara wore a black bikini with ruffled lining on the bikini top cuffs. Despite the much bustier Genesis wearing a yellow bikini and black shorts, Korean/Asian UFSO staff member, Keilah, stared at Sara's chest and body. Genesis had been showing Keilah her golden ticket or something and put it between her massive cleavage mounds. The UFSO model, Emily was also there with bags packed and holding a golden ticket. Emily wore jeans and a t-shirt. Keilah jogged over to Sara and hugged her.

The peppy oriental brunette had her hair up in a bun and wore a black suit jacket, short skirt, pantyhose, and black tie. The suit only had one button done and Keilah wore no shirt or bra. Keilah and Sara had worked together a bit for UFSO. Keilah said, “I'm so sad to see you all going! Especially you, Sara! Shelby canceled our date to talk to some people from Shadow Enterprises Pongeo about the MFL. Are you in a sexy bikini to fight me?! Even if I win I won't kill you because of your flight, but I put up the glory hole dildo” (GHD) “on the fence to entice you into it. What do you say?!”

“Very tempting,” Sara said. “I'm not one to back down, and I'd like a match against you, but I dressed like this as requested by Foxy Corp.”

“They only emailed me that it would be a private flight,” Genesis said.

“I'm completely out of the loop,” Emily said. She chewed her lip. She had a knack for not smiling during photoshoots or bikini pics, and that might've kept her popularity down, but she seemed thoughtful and nice enough. Emily said, “I'm overdressed. Keilah, what up with your outfit?!”

“It's a power suit,” Keilah said, taking off her jacket. The tie was lost between her tits. “It is kind of awkward. I'm so embarrassed assuming you wanted to fight me, Sara, but maybe if you want to just train or spar. I thought I'd have plenty of opportunity to do that with you or I wouldn't have spent so much time with Katie and all that. You could break me and force me into a few screaming orgasms if you want. I've never lost, and want to feel what it's like, especially if you're on top.” The topless cutie crossed her legs, blushed, and couldn't make eye contact with Sara.

“La la la!” the chirpy soprano voice of Delia sang. She and Antonia Iacobescu shoved a wheeled Cryo Tank with a fox bent in a C shape logo on it down the runway. The blonde Megan Fox friend and Romanian singer/songwriter, Delia, sang, “So La Ti Do. And no! Put your top back on, Chinawoman! Antonia wants a crack at Sara and Megan wants to see it.”

Asian Bodybuilder, Chul Soon, raised an eyebrow at the questionable China-talk from Delia and admired the mobile Cryo Tank. He said, “This is a nice piece of machinery. I wish we had more healing models and tanks like this to be mobile. We have a few prototypes that need more work, but I think they've got quite a few on Pongeo Island.”

Sara swallowed hard. Her mentor, the beautiful and tan Antonia wore a silver sparkling bikini top. Antonia's brown eyes looked cold and calculating. Something awful had turned her warm brown eyes and her demeanor to this. She felt all wrong. Sara wanted to hug her, but couldn't. Antonia gave off a 'go away' vibe, and appeared to have serum air around her like Delia did. Great. Sara looked up at the fan over the fence and the fighting platform. Mandy ran from the backstage area, trying to put her tank top on, but she saw Antonia, and ripped it. She stood there in a bra and jeans with her jaw agape. Mandy was Sara's blonde friend and rival who liked to show off her boobs.

“You stole my finisher, Mandy,” Delia said, breathing in Mandy's face. It might as well have been spit. Mandy winced and coughed. “I do it better,” Delia added. “Any of you losers who fight me in Spain will have your heads ripped off with my tits. I've been working on new moves too, where I shatter eardrums and jizz in your brains with dildos. I'm among the best for a reason!”

“So you all want the mind control collar?” Keilah asked. “Shadow Enterprises is super interested in them, and I wish I could fight for one too, but they want me to stay here, and I didn't get an invite.”

“Megan gave three random invites to the women here,” Antonia said.

“Abby Dowse took one and thought it was specifically for her,” Keilah said. “I was just looking at the gold tickets... and she grabbed... hopefully no one will be mad at me. She already got her own flight.”

“I befriended Megan not out of hate like Antonia,” Delia said, “but because I want to experiment with my music and the mind control collars. Her family's company is better than Google or Tesla! They are on the rise and so smart! I expect Megan to win the tournament. It's all really just a fund raising show to be recorded. It's not like any of you will stand a chance against me, Megan, Antonia, Maria, or Bianca. We are The Chosen Five.”

“Aw,” Emily said, “I was hoping to be the E in EMCASA along with Megan, Cunt, which is you, Antonia, Stupid, and Asshole.”

“Hold your tongue before I rip it out!” Delia said. Em rolled her eyes.

Mandy whispered, “Maria is mean and stupid, and Bianca Fund is all about her ass.”

Antonia walked over to the fence to touch the giant GHD. It was dark and veiny like an exotic cock and about the size of a bowling pin, filled with tons of artificial semen and goo. It was attached to the wire fence with many clamps. She opened the door and stepped up the platform, ready to fight. Sara touched the mobile Cryo Tank and said, “So one of us will be headed to Spain in this.”

“That'll be you, bitch!” Delia said, chest bumping Sara. The blonde singer wore a black bra and black and white pinstripe pants. Keilah grabbed Sara and walked her towards a fence door. Antonia removed a serum pouch from her bikini top. One boob had looked a lot bigger than the other, and now it made sense why. Antonia bit the plastic pouch open and drank the serum. The Russians had drank serum too for the Russia vs Romania Team Battle, but that didn't happen like at all in the UFSO. It had happened in the MFL with women drinking serum from sex toys, but not much at all before that.

“I'll give you a massage before your injection,” Keilah whispered, rubbing Sara's shoulders. “You look tense.” Keilah moved Sara's wavy brown hair. Her fingers were strong. She seemed more tense that Sara, but the massage was decent. She did a nice job relieving pressure in the spine and tailbone areas. Keilah unlatched Sara's black bikini from behind.

“Hey!” Sara said. One of Keilah's fingers had gone from grabbing ass to a more private area. Keilah smashed her erect nipples and big warm bosoms against Sara's back. Keilah cupped Sara's tits with her hands and gave Sara a chest massage too.

“I don't know what's all my place to say,” Keilah whispered, “but I'm worried about these mind control collars and Shadow Enterprises thinking they have things under control. We have no idea what's going on with serum air around here. They actually bought golden ticket invites from Foxy Corp to send models to Spain. There were apparently only 32 invites given out. You seem to have a history with the Chosen Five. Foxy Corp has made four of these collars on the books, and are competing with Shadow Enterprises over resources, I think. The fact that Megan wants one and wasn't given it seems odd, and maybe more reason that we need to be careful. No pressure, but you may be the only one who can get one. Delia's motives sound bad for the collar. I can only imagine motives for others and big companies. Shadow Enterprises has a bit of an untrustworthy history I've been hearing too. Good luck! You got me so horny! I'd love a collar to read Shelby's mind and see if she thinks of other women or if we're supposed to be mutually exclusive.”

“Why don't you just ask her?” Sara said, moving Keilah's hands off. Keilah injected Sara with serum in the spine. Sara felt the energy really ramp up. Sara wanted to dominate her teacher. She wanted to beat the Chosen Five and the new bitchiness out of her sexy mentor.

“Easier said then done,” Keilah said. “I was just trying to add some light humor. Aw. Go in there and win!” The topless Korean shut the door. Sara felt ready to attack Keilah anyway; only because fighting her would be fun and sexy too. It wasn't like Sara had severe anger issues on serum like some other models and newbies would get.

Antonia cracked her knuckles. The tanner bikini model, Antonia, was on a different type of serum. She was faster and more ferocious than Sara was used to. Antonia stomped Sara's knee and punched past blocking hands into Sara's chin. Sara aimed a body blow at her mentor. Her fist hit Antonia's tit, knocking silver speckles off the bikini top. Antonia drew blood with a right hook to Sara's mouth. Antonia grabbed Sara's boobs and gave her titty twisters. She was probably surprised by the way this serum made breasts so sensitive, fat, and milky. Sara focused on chopping Antonia's arms and getting in a grapple. She kicked Antonia's thigh. The glittered goddess, Antonia, headbutted Sara in the nose and mouth. A spray of blood went into the air.

The topless bikini model, Sara, staggered, and blocked a punch aimed at her kidney. A kick to the flank hit and took her wind away. Antonia wasn't looking to take this to the ground and end things early. The way she was overpowering Sara was concerning. Sara's hands got punched into her face. She got uppercut between the legs. Sara swiped at Antonia's head and missed. Her mentor was fast. Antonia sidled behind Sara and kicked her in the spine. Sara's back arched. Keilah stood pressed against the cage, stroking the GHD, and loving the view of Sara's curvy body after that. Sara flailed, knocking glittery speckles off the other cup of Antonia's bikini top. Sara landed a punch to Antonia's eye. Antonia split Sara's lips with a left hook. Red globs dropped onto Sara's heaving chest. Antonia pulled down Sara's black bikini bottoms and headbutted Sara in the belly. Sara crashed into the cage. Her butt cheeks hit Keilah's breasts poking through the holes. Sara's thighs made her black bikini bottoms straps snap. Antonia gave her a low lick and nibble in her newly exposed feminine area.

The still clothed fighter, expected to be walloped. She ducked her head, not feeling happy about her dominance or vengeance so far. Antonia kicked Keilah and Sara in the leg with her attack. The Korean chick's tits were unnaturally bouncy. Sara had grabbed the GHD. Antonia moved her head. Cold slimy goo went all over Antonia's dark hair and torso. It quickly dripped into her drawers and onto the concrete floor. This reduced her speed and traction. Sara punched Antonia's blockers. Antonia hunched to keep her belly a smaller target. She got punted in the pussy and it was such a blow, all the sparkles on her bikini bottom came off, revealing white cloth. Sara went on the offensive with an absolute assault on Antonia's body. Fists flew into Antonia's tits, neck, and midsection. Antonia's tan orbs got knocked out of the top. Antonia had been ready to scold Sara for allowing the titty twister and her breasts to be so sensitive. Sara in the past needed a lot of stimulation down low to lose her focus, but Antonia realized the UFSO serum was different. The Foxy Corp serum and her experience under mind control had Antonia not thinking the way she used to. Megan had forced Antonia to be a mind controlled slave longer than she was supposed to, and Antonia often had headaches and other adverse side effects due to that. Now she was covered in goo and retreating. She slipped and did the splits. Sara hesitated to attack, which was brilliant. When Antonia popped up thrashing her head about, Sara jumped into the fence to avoid the attacks. Antonia was so grimy she had to use her nails and scratch her own tits and body to strip off her now white bikini top. There was cum and sparkles all over like a dirty strip club. Antonia cracked a smile.

“You always were resourceful,” Antonia said, staring at her sexy and nude pupil. Antonia grabbed the GHD and fingered around for the release. Sara was able to kick Antonia right in her vag and booty cheeks. Antonia barely dodged a punch. Sara's knuckles slid off Antonia's rack humps, collar, and neck. Antonia doused Sara in goo. It went Sara's hair, ear, face, and mouth. Sara choked, coughed, and spit. Antonia said, “I always took you as a swallower and not a spitter. Maybe I'll make you swallow.”

This fun-loving trash talking woman was starting to feel and act like Sara's mentor. Sara slid in the gunk, trying to tackle Antonia. They both hit the ground, but didn't remain tangled. Sara was able to get a hand in Antonia's crotch to depants her. Sara slid on her knees, and then lifted her leg to bash Antonia in the jaw with her patella. Antonia was naked and stunned. The jiggly and tan nude brunette got to her feet thrashing wildly. Sara held her hair and socked her in the face and the belly. The punches slid a bit, but still packed a lot of force. Antonia was going to trip Sara and go to the ground. She got put in a headlock. Sara had seen the move coming and flipped Antonia head over heels. The teacher felt bested by her student as her back crashed onto the slippery surface. Sara stomped Antonia's boob. Antonia was down, but not out. She had forgotten that Sara may have more recovery, and hadn't been working any of her own new special abilities, even though Antonia had planned to show Sara them and to make Sara tremble in awe to know some humility before EMCASA. Sara had been so close to winning UFSO, and sometimes success could go to your head and not make you strive to stay strong.

Antonia latched onto Sara's leg leg to a series of kicks. They slipped around and fell in the GHD semen. The naked brunettes got to their feet, panting and puffing. Antonia's breath was visible moisture. Sara saw it and raised a gloppy eyebrow. Antonia said, “You all ought to try ingestion instead of injecting serum here or you will stay miles behind the Chosen Five.”

“Less talking and more fighting!” Delia said. “Megan won't like seeing you flap your jaws on video like this, Antonia. You and Bianca Fund could be cut if we like others better.”

Sara knew Antonia's serum breath was bad news. Sara tried to avoid it, but Antonia was setting traps with clouds of exhale. The footing was terrible and almost fun. Sara ducked low and tackled Antonia. She wrapped her legs around her mentor's waist and slid. She hugged and squeezed the tanner woman's sexy thigh. Sara's head bonked Antonia's clit. They went down, slipping, and sliding. Sara was going to try to end this with submission. Besides their slick skin, Antonia was masterful on the ground. She humped Sara in the face, and knocked the UFSO runner-up onto her hindquarters. Antonia got up with renewed strength, and kicked Sara in the side of the head. Sara blocked, crouched, and slung herself at the cage to grab and get her footing. Antonia leaped, crashing into Sara with a cross body slam. Perky orbs smashed into Sara's eyes and face. She got kneed and socked in the stomach. It was getting hard to breathe. Sara pinched and prodded Antonia's pussy lips. The GHD was on the other side of the fighting area. Antonia's mature and excited body rubbing up against Sara was a welcome treat. Antonia put her mouth over Sara's quivering lips. Antonia had taken a beating, but was strong and seemed recovered. She didn't stop Sara's hands from stroking and entering down low, and Sara didn't stop Antonia from fingering her either. The sucking sounds from the goo and the makeout had Keilah nearly as horny the women actually engaging in the foreplay.

It was so quiet, Sara almost felt awkward gasping and moaning. She had to resist pleasure and battle now if she didn't want to take the plane ride in the Cryo Tank. Antonia seemed to read Sara's mind. Their hands left throbbing loins and locked in a grapple. Antonia kneed Sara in the crotch. Then a knee hit Sara's stomach. Sara was feeling very breakable, yelping, and unable to take back momentum. She got put in a headlock. A kick to her ankle nearly broke it. Sara was flipped head over heels. She landed on her back with major spine pain. Antonia would've stood over her and gloated if not for the sticky GHD liquid all over. Antonia dove at Sara. Their heads collided. Sara was so dizzy now. Antonia mounted her. She blew sweet hot breath into Sara's face, gripping Sara's armpits tight. Antonia whispered, “I think you want to kiss me again, don't you?” Sara shook her head. It was like the charged air around her lit. Sara could see a little wisp film of pink air or saliva curl towards Antonia's lips. Sara's head felt static and blocked. She leaned up and kissed Antonia. Antonia forced serum air deep into Sara's body and lungs. Sara struggled and writhed better than she had against Katie, but the fight was over.

The quietest member of the Chosen Five, Antonia, jerked Sara's arm with it clamped to her knee pit. Antonia got up and flipped her former favorite pupil onto her front. Sara got to her knees. Antonia wanted to spank that ass, but stomped Sara's shoulder and wrenched the arm. Even with Antonia's greasy fingers, Sara's arm bent, twisted, and snapped. Sara wouldn't cry or beg for mercy. She was so vulnerable and an elbow drop to the back of the neck made that more the case. As victory celebration, Antonia lifted Sara under the ass cheeks to try and hold her up and into the GHD. It was going to be a tight and near impossible fit. Antonia debated making Sara just suck on it, but she finally shoved, wrestled, and got her student filled by the big prosthetic.

Delia threw two strap-on dildos at Mandy and said, “Get in there, loser, and fuck your friend with the winner.” Mandy swallowed hard. She took off her pants and bra, pulled the naughty toy strap around her waist and entered the cage. Keilah looked a little jealous, but found some self-restraint, putting on her suit jacket and not touching herself like RoboMic would've done shamelessly in this situation. Sara's ejaculating orgasm dislodged her from the apparatus and onto the ground with Antonia grabbing a strap-on from Mandy.

Antonia said, “You're too easy to control, Mandy.” Antonia socked the topless blonde in the face. Mandy slipped in the slop on the ground and went down. The rod of Antonia's accessory went into Mandy's mouth. Antonia kicked Mandy in the boob and said, “What do you have to say for yourself? You fucking Sara or not?!” Mandy flinched, sucking the plastic head. She wasn't on any serum and she didn't like all the serum aura. Antonia said, “Thanks Delia. I needed this. And I'll break you and Ozana too once we get to Spain, Mandy. You all abandoned me, and now I'm your worst nightmare!”

Sara couldn't believe this. She tried to sit up and watch Mandy get roughed up, but she was in too much pain. She was going to be killed any moment. Antonia ripped off Mandy's panties and had the blonde, crying, moaning, and begging for mercy with punches and titty twisters. Antonia shoved Mandy on top of Sara. Mandy cried and whispered, “I don't want to get killed too and left here in the States! Sorry!” Mandy smacked Sara's ass and humped Sara doggy style. Antonia went around Sara to double team her from the front. It was a blur getting bombarded with thrusting cylinders in her most sensitive orifices and then mouth. There was always some pleasure and eroticism in losing, but this almost felt like old times and training, besides Mandy being so upset, being on no serum. Charged serum was all around and Sara thought she was going to choke to death on Antonia's cock. Antonia winked. She pulled out and released a load onto Sara's face. Antonia grabbed Sara's head. Mandy trembled and stopped pounding Sara from behind. The neck snap was quick. Sara's eyes opened wide as she saw Mandy's scrunched nose. The echo of the bone breaking was the last noise Sara heard. Her neck had been broken 180 degrees, and she blacked out dead.

Only to wake up in the mobile Cryo Tank with an odd sight of luggage all around her and a weird sensation that she was in the air on the way to Spain. You couldn't gasp in all those liquids, and she wouldn't stay conscious long, but Sara felt determination more than fear in facing the Chosen Five and combating their ridiculous advantages for their home turf EMCASA cagefighting.

 

[ud983]

European Model Cage-fight and Sexfight Association:

Opening Statement Death Match; Megan Fox vs Rosie Huntington-Whitely

Things were still a blur for Sara after being healed in a mobile CryoTank on a plane. She would've thought it was regular jet leg, but she suspected it was more than that. The Foxy Corp coastal land in Spain was beautiful and breathtaking. Immediately after healing, Sara had been greeted by friends, and taken on a tour of the estate by her bootylicious rival, Bianca Fund. The brown haired Romanian brat wore a yellow one piece swimsuit and had an unfixable wedgie. It looked like Bianca had ass implants or was injecting serum into her glutes. A busty brunette swimsuit model, also named Bianca (who went by Juicy), attended to Bianca like a servant, fixing her wedgies, fetching her drinks, and affirming or laughing at anything Bianca said.

The sexy surfer blonde and fantastic dancer, Alexis, was close to Sara's side like Juicy to Bianca. Sara had dominated Alexis so well in sex and fighting, Alexis was like a puppy glued to Sara's hip. Alexis whispered, “I missed you while you were in the states fighting. I tried some other MFL ladies, but none of them made me feel like you did. Maryse is here already too in a different tour group, and I think Shadow Enterprises is sending all of RRT.” RRT was the alliance or Russian women in the Model Fighting League who had engaged in a team fight against Sara and other Romanians on Pongeo Island.

Genesis, Emily, Mandy, and Ozana were also part of this group, following Bianca around outside. Bianca strutted across sand to a small cage close enough to the beach to hear the crashing waves. Emily said, “Some of these cages are awful small. You'd barely have room to fight in that one! This estate had all that farmland too. This place is starting to creep me out.”

“You can hand over your ticket and drop out of the running, slut!” Bianca said. Juicy laughed. Bianca added, “This is the smallest cage for fighting. I imagine it would be a quick fight in here. There are two other cages; one in the basement of the mansion, and one in the stable.”

“I would've preferred a horse as a tour guide,” Emily said. Juicy laughed, and then realized she was supposed to scowl. Bianca shrieked and shook her head.

Ozana said, “Finally, I'll get my chance to prove myself fighting. You didn't get a chance with UFSO either, Mandy. I can't believe what happened to Antonia, but it has something to do with the mind control collar. She's different now. We have to beat her and everyone else to snap her out of it!” Mandy and Sara nodded.

“I love to hear you little weaklings muster up some false hope,” Bianca said. “It's more fun to stomp you when you think you're not pathetic slugs!” Juicy really overdid the laugh this time to make up for last time. Bianca added, “I'm supposed to inform you bitches that you can make a request on any of the five request boards around the estate or on the App. Megan and the Chosen Five decide when and who fights. The five of us are automatically in the 16 woman tournament for the collar that Foxy Corp is mandating. They have cameras all around to sell footage of what happens here. If you lose twice, you're done. Your ticket is ripped up and you can't enter the tournament. HAHA! You're kicked out! Maybe you become a sex slave. Maybe that will happen if you try and leave or if we just don't like you too!”

Juicy looked real nervous to laugh this time. Sara's friend, Mandy, who liked to flaunt her boobs, seemed jealous of Genesis and Juicy with their giant tits crammed into bikini tops. Mandy said, “Hey, fat-ass, what happened to your little bitch protege, Mona? I wanted to fuck her up for hitting me with a car on Pongeo.”

“Megan didn't really like her,” Bianca said. “Megan doesn't like any of my students or proteges.” Bianca looked at Juicy. Juicy swallowed hard.

“I wish Antonia would've been our tour guide,” Mandy said.

“She obviously wasn't for a reason!” Bianca shouted. “There would be blood! It would weed out the losers and the posers quicker though. She's supposed to show the late group from the MFL around.”

A few men and women dressed in suits and sunglasses attended to the land. A group of five walked by like bodyguards monitoring things. They moved almost like robots, and were hard to tell apart. They all had similar faces and skin tones. The women were slightly curvy and wore blue or black suits just like the men with the Foxy Corp logo on the shoulders of their jackets.

“Who are they?” Genesis asked. Gen and Em were good UFSO fighters, but Sara didn't feel particularly close to them. She liked Alexis, but was worried Alexis would get demolished here. Sara would have preferred to be with other Romanians like Natasha or her friends Carmella and Cora.

“Those are the Foxy Corps agents, servants, and healers,” Bianca said. “They are kind of weird. They may be robots. Megan has control issues and doesn't get along with many people well.”

“Woo,” Em said, fanning herself. “It's a hot one today. I hope they're robots in suits, and I hope the animals are ok too.” Em pulled her white t-shirt up and tucked it into the collar to show some cleavage and her navel. She was really sweaty. Her white t was soaked and see through, and her white bra was likely see through too. She wore long jeans, white panties, and sneakers. Mandy had some boob envy, and adjusted her black bikini top. Sara wondered who Mandy was trying to impress at this point. The only men around, maybe, were the weird servants. Mandy acted like she was too busty to not bump chests with Em. Em wore a lot of eye makeup. Sara figured she was starved for attention. Em said, “I'm glad we got that MFL makeup at UFSO. I feel like I'm on reality TV. I wish I could talk with the producers. I hope the whole world gets to see the healing miracles of serum. I can't wait to get a handle on this type.”

“You won't,” Bianca said. Juicy laughed.

The group went back near the mansion. Before going in, the door to the second floor balcony opened. Megan said, “Come on, Uncle Justin! Don't you have more important things to do?!”

A man with wavy black hair who wore a Foxy corp blazer open over an expensive white dress shirt stepped up to the railing and looked out at the ocean. He didn't look at any of the sexy women below him. He tried to put his arm around, presumably his wife, but the woman looked like she could have been his sister with short black wavy hair and eerily similar facial features. Were they all robots here?! She wore the exact same outfit as him too, but did not want to touch him. Megan Fox walked onto the balcony with her arm around her husband, a rapper with short blond hair, lots of piercings in his ears, and tattoos all over his shirtless body. He wore drooping leopard print pants and his tighty whities showed. Megan wore a black t-shirt and black and white leopard print panties.

“Maybe we should go in,” Gen whispered.

Bianca shook her head and whispered, “I wanna hear this. If we stand in the open, it's not like we're eavesdropping. Justin Fox is head of Foxy Corp with his wife, Trudee.”

“I like this view,” Justin said. “Your special guest will be arriving shortly, my niece. Be nice. Do not leave the collar on anyone longer than a week again! So many studies need to be done on that Romanian singer. We're lucky to avoid the press on that. Now, Kelly, what were you saying about the collar and your music?” Justin kissed Megan on the cheek. She flinched and faked a smile. Justin put his arm around Kelly and went inside.

“Don't listen to him,” Trudee said. “We own the press. Only the highest paying clients can see our humble abode, and it pays to be friends with the Chinese. You should get free reign on a collar soon, especially if we have Kelly, Antonia, and Delia on tour doing our bidding with serum enhanced collars amplifying our control over crowds.” Trudee looked down and shouted, “That's right peasants! You all signed waivers! We'll show the world what we want, and you all will surely be messed up for life. I look forward to watching the footage of you greedy whores getting fucked and killed!” Trudee and Megan frowned and went back inside.

“She seems nice,” Em said sarcastically. Alexis hugged Sara, looking scared, and also looking horny like she wanted to be beaten and pleasured. Not all problems could be solved with mind numbing pleasure. Sometimes that was just a band-aid. Sara was going to have teach Alexis this.

...

The three tour groups met up in the basement where the biggest of the fighting cages was located. It was still smaller than the UFSO one. Sara counted 25 women there, and then Megan clomped down the black and white marble staircase with two more women and five Foxy Corp FC male bodyguards bunched around the trim blonde woman. Megan spun a black collar on her finger. Was this a mind control collar?! She was treating it like a durable or cheap toy. The other women were both Victoria's Secret models; the tan and busty Adriana Lima from Brazil, and Rosie Huntington-Whitely from England. Adriana wore big fluffy white angel wings, black and purple lacy lingerie, and black high heels. Megan put the collar around Adriana's neck and fingered the Brazilian's belly-button piercing.

Rosie wore a white sleeveless crop top over a white bra, a red and pink flowery see-through sash over red thong panties, white stockings, and red heels. Megan kicked off her combat boots and motioned to the cage with a devilish grin.

“I'm getting tired of your games, Megan,” Rosie said. “Adriana, what did she put on you? How come you were here when I arrived and wearing that?! Is this some sort of weird model shoot? What does that have to do with us finally settling our score, Megan?!”

“Megan wants me to look sexy,” Adriana said in a weird monotone. Rosie looked up at the FC guards, blocking the staircase.

“Adriana is my sex slave now,” Megan said, ripping off the angel's bra. Megan's nails left claw marks on the tan orbs of the Brazilian, but she didn't flinch. Megan got on her knees, and bit off Adriana's panties.” Rosie looked spooked. She fished around in her purse and made a phone call.

“Thanks for sticking around,” Rosie said. “This place is too sketchy. I want to leave. Come in and get me in the basement. The guards here are trying to intimidate me to stay and do... I dunno.”

There was a long pause. A male monotone voice said, “F-50 reporting. Your handlers are no longer conscious, Ms. Huntington-Whitely. Please enjoy your stay at the Foxy estate and feel free to ask any of us for help around the grounds.”

“Yes!” Rosie hollered. “Get me out now! All of you!” The line went dead. Rosie shrieked and put her phone in her purse. Rosie turned and tried to run up the steps. She had an amazing ass and moved well in heels. The men blocked her, grabbing her flailing wrists and fists, and holding her steady.

“Come on, bitch!” Megan said. The brunette took off her black t-shirt, revealing a purple lacy bra and nice round white orbs and cleavage. Megan said, “You're my biggest rival. That cage was meant for us to fight! You said I was a diva who was hard to work with, but you're being the diva bitch now! This will all be on TV, if Foxy Corp so desires, showing that you didn't want to work things out.”

“Not actually, fist fighting,” Rosie said. “I'd love to deck you for being a bitch, but... this is crazy!”

One of the men in a suit injected Rosie in the neck with serum. Rosie's blue eyes watered. She shook her head. Megan made out with Adriana. Then the men at the steps walked down. They all had short brown hair except for the one to inject Megan, who had blond hair like her husband. He waited for Megan to stop making out and fingering Adriana. Rosie took off her white t-shirt, revealing perky breasts stuffed in a lacy white bra. Two of the FC men went to the cage. Each one opened a different door. Rosie kicked off her heels.

Megan stopped kissing Adriana, and pulled a leash out of the collar. Adriana was forced to her knees like a pet dog, licking Megan's thighs and near her private area. Megan pet the white angel wings and then massaged Adriana's scalp. Megan got injected in the spine. She groaned and roared. Rosie glared at her. Megan said, “Oh, so you're ready to die now, Rosie?! You may have taken my role in the Transformers movies, but I actually transformed. I'm a Queen and a killer now! You're just a washed up underwear model with your first little confidence boost from serum.”

“I'm gonna beat that smug grin off your face, bitch!” Rosie said, clenching a fist. She looked to see that there were no locks on the cage. She got in, and then turned around to make sure she'd be allowed out. The FC man stepped aside. Rosie opened the door and punched the man in the face. His sunglasses fell off, and his eyes looked strangely normal. He picked up the glasses, put them on, and didn't say anything. Rosie said, “Anyone tries to keep me here after this, and you'll be taken down!! Get in here, slut! I might even fuck Kelly when I'm done with you!”

“He has little interest in this,” Megan said. “We're both poly, but we don't like trashy whores. I thought about making you a sex slave like Adriana, but I don't like you. I'll just torture, humiliate you, and keep you here as long as I can against your will! Maybe I'll sacrifice you to Satan, but I don't think you're his type.” Megan smiled big and stepped into the cage. She said, “To the rest of you ticket holding whores who want my mind control collar, let this be a lesson to you about what you will face in me and the Chosen Five! You'll all die!”

Rosie sucker punched Megan in the face. It drew a little blood, but not much. Megan rubbed her jaw and wiped the scarlet from her ruby lips. She smiled and ducked the next punch from Rosie. The brunette rammed her shoulder into her blonde nemesis's slender stomach. Megan slammed Rosie into the cage. Rosie elbowed Megan's head. Megan lifted the blonde up into the air.

Sara had to push past and between other models to get a good view of the fight. They were all engaged and interested to see what would happen.

Megan slammed Rosie down onto the black and white tiled floor in the cage. Rosie yelped and thrashed. Megan tried to mount the downed model. The brunette socked the blonde in the mouth. Rosie shrieked. Her head turned to the side and scarlet shot from her mouth outside the cage. Rosie got a knee and foot into Megan's bread basket to kick her away.

The blonde got up. Her tight ass cheeks clenched. Megan scraped her fingernails on the tile getting up. The sound was awful. Megan cackled. Rosie threw a punch. Megan stepped to the side and sliced her jagged black nails into Rosie's chest and ribs, exposing the blonde's boob and nipple and leaving bloody claw marks. Megan said, “I will make you bleed so much, demons from another dimension will take you away before you can be healed!”

All the women who had been in UFSO had dimensional travel on the mind because of Bianca, Shadow Bianca, and Keilah. Megan and Foxy Corp had probably seen and caught wind of some of that too. Rosie slung a fist backwards. It pegged Megan in the nose. The blonde's ripped bra fell off when she whipped around. She kicked Megan in the belly. The brunette landed a straight jab to Rosie's nose at the same time. Rosie clutched her twisted and bleeding schnoz and said, “Fuck you! I need this for modeling!” Megan smirked and kicked Rosie between the legs.

The brunette lingerie model and actress, Megan, loved her rival flinching, hunched, and gasping in pain from the blow to her pussy. Rosie's slut legs shook, and Megan uppercut the topless twat in the chin. Rosie's head shot back. Her feet left the tile. The blow to the jaw had rattled her brains and made her unable to see or feel for a moment while she was airborne and slack jawed. Her ass hit the tile and her adrenaline started pumping. That pushed healing energies into her body. She shook off the daze, feeling cold hard fence against her back. She grabbed the wiring, looking to get up.

The sadistic host, Megan, took off her bra and stomped Rosie's ankle. Rosie yelped and threw a punch that barely made it to Megan's belly, getting blocked. Megan said, “Suck on these, bitch!” She bent over, and kneed Rosie's arm and torso. Megan tried to smother Rosie in her breasts, but the blonde wasn't out of the fight yet. Rosie punched Megan in the crotch and headbutted her in the chin. Megan yelped and looked murderous as she got her footing. Megan stuck out her cheek and her breasts and said, “Gimme your best shot, bitch!”

Rosie cocked back her arm and drilled Megan in the kisser. The topless brunette took the hit. She spun. Her lips were cut. Crimson globs sprayed onto the tile floor. Megan gained her footing and wiped her mouth, laughing like a lunatic. Rosie looked to be enjoying this as she kicked for Megan's belly. Megan reached out and caught her rival's attack, getting her boobs knocked in the process. Megan tackled Rosie to the ground. The blonde's face went from confident and happy to surprised as the back of her head hit the ground. Sara could see the air sparkling as Megan panted and puffed. Megan jerked and twisted on Rosie's thin model leg. SNAP! Rosie screamed. Megan bit off Rosie's red thong panties and jabbed her nails into Rosie's private area. The blonde cried and yanked Megan's sweaty dark locks. Despite getting slugged in the face, Megan mounted her hated adversary.

“NOOO!!” Rosie moaned, taking a right hook to the eye. Her head hit the ground again. Rosie's hands dropped down to Megan's boobs and hung there stiff. Megan looked like a cat with her ears back from her tits being fondled and clamped. Megan spit a bloody loge in Rosie's eyes. Megan viciously dropped elbows and punches into Rosie's face and mouth, splattering gore. It was overkill. Rosie was knocked out. Her hands went limp and fell to the side. The healing properties in this serum were not near as good as MFL or UFSO and Rosie's face was swollen, bloody, and dare say – not that pretty after the brutal beating. Megan wiggled her ass on Rosie's belly and grabbed the blonde's wrist.

“Gimme a strap-on,” Megan said. Delia was an eager servant for Megan, opening the door and handing the topless brunette the sex toy. Megan snapped Rosie's wrist. The former angel cried and awoke. Megan pounded Rosie's bent wrist towards the tile, snapping a finger in the process. Sara didn't expect Rosie to get up only because she was struggling to breathe with thick scarlet saliva bubbles in her mouth and glossy eyes. “Bleed it out already,” Megan said, bitch slapping the fuck out of her downed foe. Quite a bit of liquid hit the ground. Megan wiped Rosie's blood over the tile and on Megan's own curvy body. Megan was horny with perky nipples. She took off her panties and shoved them in Rosie's mouth. Rosie gagged. Megan put on the strap-on, and sat on Rosie's face. Rosie writhed and struggled, and Sara thought the blonde was going to suffocate.

Finally Megan got up. Her panties fell out of Rosie's mouth. The blonde's thin body shook like a leaf. Megan shoved the penis tip into Rosie's mouth. Some of the women noted the FC men and women preparing healing bubbles and what looked like a coffin on wheels. Megan face-fucked Rosie who was in and out of consciousness, but too weak to make more than a few little groans and murmurs. Megan yanked Rosie around by the hair and shot artificial jizz all over Rosie's flushed and slowly healing face and body. Megan took joy in filling Rosie's holes and snapping more of her fingers during sex. The blonde's body was rubbery like a limp noodle, suggesting she was dead already. Her fingers were abnormally flexible and not wanting to break, even with Megan trying to charge the air around Rosie with serum breath. Rosie wasn't breathing, so maybe that's why it wasn't working. Megan rubbed her crotch into Rosie's face and lolling tongue. Megan shot so much jizz down Rosie's throat, it bubbled and came back out her mouth. There was no choking, just overflow.

To power herself up, Megan began breathing in deeply. Sara could see little sparks go towards Megan's mouth and the nude brunette bulked up. Maria stood with her hands on her hips and said, “You killed her before giving an commands, Megan.”

“Shut up and let me enjoy this!” Megan said. Megan propped Rosie up in the corner of the cage. Red and white liquids dribbled down Rosie's chin onto her naked model front. The blonde's jaw looked misaligned. Megan put the dead actress in a headlock and really wrenched. Rosie's head twisted awfully far before her neck bones began to shatter. Megan beheaded Rosie. Bianca and Delia cheered and shook the cage. Antonia, Juicy, and Maria clapped quietly along with a few other women. Megan rubbed the detached head on her clit and stuck out her own tongue. Megan shook the head to get as much blood out as possible, and said, “I wanna open a dimension door! Damn! Chosen Five, and FC, figure that out for me for next time! We don't have to heal everyone.”

“The contracts say we do,” the blond FC said.

“Change the contracts!” Megan screamed. She threw the head at Rosie's body and added, “That was satisfying, but I crave more. Draw me a bubble bath, F6, and invite Kelly. Clean this mess up!” The blond nodded. None of the Chosen Five followed Megan. Apparently she liked to be left alone after a victory. Megan walked up the steps dripping blood and sweat naked. It was an odd beginning to this new fighting league. It was Fight Club meets Jennifer's Body; all sorts of warped, and Sara hoped someone could beat Megan and the Chosen Five before they really caused the world lots of problems.

 

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Model Fighting League 2 vs 1 Milking Sexfight: Galina Dubenenko vs Juli Kissinger and Lyna Perez

Dima Bilan's life had changed a lot since being a pop idol and singer. He had been recruited to work for Shadow Enterprises, and that had been the worst trick and mistake in his life. He'd essentially signed his life away to this company with a verbal contract without knowing it. There was a computer chip in his brain, monitoring where he went, and everything he did was probably on video; not that the company was all that strict anymore. There were so many models affiliated with the company now, and Dima was a small player. He was a player too. He liked his status and his ability to hook up with random beautiful women on beautiful Pongeo Island. He'd been off his game lately, but technically, he had a girlfriend now. Dima walked in the Shadow Enterprises hotel for elite clients and co-workers, looking at his phone. His App to control his girlfriend better still work. The sexy Russian model, Galina Dubenenko, was his on again / off again girlfriend. She was a dom type and crazy off her rocker.

The Russian man with slicked back brown hair, Dima, smiled mischievously, thinking of all the ways he could control his model girlfriend. Galina had so many kinky fetishes. She had been obsessed with belly punching and navels. Dima had made her stomach a weak spot for her with Shadow Enterprises technology and Shadow Metal. He could control whether a little touch to the tummy would incapacitate an otherwise monster of a woman. Galina was hot, sex could be too rough, and she was a naughty and awful girlfriend overall. Galina was obsessed with boobs and milk right now. A lot of the Fighting Recovery and Strength serums now were also making women's breasts look bigger and lactate. Galina had been fighting on the International Model Death Battle circuit, representing Russia and injecting her body with dangerous levels of serum for years. Her blood practically had serum in it, and so did her milk. The self-proclaimed not lesbian fighter, Janna, had tasted Galina's milk, and told everyone that it was like a tasty serum vanilla shake and empowering. A few women were very into the idea of ingesting serum instead of being injected with it, and the lesbian whores were interested in how to lactate serum. As far as Dima knew, only Galina could do this because she had so much serum in her body, and was lucky to still be alive and moving from overdosing like that 24/7.

It sounded like there was a fucking hell hound in Galina's room. Large powerful paws and scratching on the door made Dima want to run away. How was he going to punish and fuck Galina if some monster was in there with her?! Dima hadn't brought anything to incapacitate anyone other than the App on his phone for Galina. Dima had a serum syringe and pounces of serum in his denim jeans jacket pockets, but he wanted to be on serum himself for having sex with Galina. He wanted to bang his boner all up and down her body and finish in several places, including her sexy navel. Unfortunately, Dima knew that anything with Galina was a gamble. She liked to force him to orgasm by penetrating his asshole. Any nut was good, but he didn't like being emasculated and not in control. Galina got to travel and do what she wanted. Dima was tied to this stupid company and island.

“Mittens!” Galina said in her deceptively high pitched and cute voice. “Who's at the door?! Mommy has a meeting with the Shadow bimbo slut to rip her FUCKING head off for not allowing Mommy into the next Volcano Tournament.”

Dima swallowed hard. Mittens was Galina's kitten. It was not a kitten at the door, and animals don't talk to people! Galina was fucking nuts! She opened the door and kicked something nearly her size, getting a hiss. The entire couch in the living room nearly got knocked over and the big black blur of fur escaped down the hall into Galina's room. Galina was a sexy broad. She smiled and looked cute. She wore a red bikini with white straps and a white flower in her hair. Dima said, “So you only care about meeting with the Shadow, and not me?!”

Galina grabbed Dima's shirt, ripping it, and pulled him inside. She slammed the door shut, wrenched his wrist, and threw him onto the couch. Dima had dropped his phone. He was in trouble now. Galina could stomp his phone and break it. Galina said, “Is that a needle in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

“Both,” Dima said. “Shadow Ribiero is cool. Maybe you can get in the next tournament. It's supposed to be all women who didn't get in the first one, with a bunch of IMDB fighters.”

“I know!” Galina shouted. “I AM IMDB RUSSIA! That fucking WHORE LEXI and SARA C who need to die were allowed in this tournament!! Why not ME?!”

“Aren't you supposed to be defending your title in Russia in a week?” Dima asked.

“SO?!” Galina shouted. “I can be there in a JIFF! Spiffy jiffy Mittens sniffy!” Galina liked to rhyme. Her hard facial features softened as she looked in the hall. Dima jumped onto the couch, tucking his legs back like there was a mouse or rat in the house. It was worse! The little black and white cat was giant now! It looked like a fucking bobcat! It gave a low pitched and throaty MEOW. The cat stood up. It was definitely a male cat. It pawed at Galina's boobs. His claws snagged the bikini cloth, revealing Galina's milky nipple. Galina shouted, “DAMNIT MITTENS!! I just FUCKING Fed you!! Do you have TWO Stomachs?!” The cat slunk off with its ears back and knocked over its giant empty milk dish. Galina rolled her eyes, opened the fridge, and pulled out a bottle of yellowy creamy liquid. She poured the entire bottle into the bowl of her frightening pet. Mittens slowly waddled over, and happily lapped up the milk, pausing like a feline in cat nip to roll around on the ground in a stupor.

“What is going on with you and that cat?” Dima asked, grabbing his phone. He immediately got on his Galina APP to make her belly-button weak and vulnerable.

The long brown haired model, Galina, tore off her bikini top. She grabbed the flower in her hair and shredded it with her nails in a few quick and scary hand motions. Galina rubbed on her own boobs, frowned, and said, “That didn't feel as good as normal! You're FUCKING with me ON your PHONE! I carry around strap-ons and dildos all the time now since IMDB is so FUCKING Gay, and I'm not allowed to FUCK the fucking LOSERS! AHHH!! I will SHOVE my DICK up your ASS, Fag!! I'd let Mittens fuck you, but he wouldn't like you. My itty bitty Mittens wittens has gotten so big! My breast milk has made him grow strong! He could fight ten cats at once and win, just like me!! HAHA!”

“There is serum in your breast milk,” Dima said. “We need to figure out how to fix that. After you defend your title, you should come back and focus on that. The Shadow can arrange some sexfight death battles specifically for you to keep you amused while we're studying you.”

“Don't you dare take away my powers!” Galina shouted. She massaged her boobs and sighed. “Mittens is sucking these little girls dry. I'd tell you to rub and suck them, but Mittens might get jealous and attack. Would you believe the KGB shipped Mittens over here from Russia, and they won't let him back now!! They are pissing me the FUCK off!! But Mittens likes island weather better, and there are plenty of whores here for me to milk to give him new tastes. He'll always like Momma's milk best though.”

“This is so weird,” Dima said. “You know that, right?!” Galina shook her head, still fondling her own breasts. They were getting bigger. Dima was into it. A filmy white substance appeared at her teat. It dripped down and hit her slender tummy. It went into Galina's navel. The topless Russian cooed and shrieked. Her knees knocked together. She fell to the carpet and glared at Dima, knowing he'd activated her navel weak spot.

Then the door opened, and two busty lesbian chicks loosely dating each other but also poly or something, walked in. Both of them had brown hair, but Dima thought Lyna looked better as a blonde. She was very thick and a little shorter than Juli. They both wore a lot of makeup like trashy bimbo thots. Juli wore a see through white top tied at her sternum and daisy dukes jeans shorts. Lyna's top was the same style, but pastel pink and she wore daisy dukes white khakis. The two broads held and hugged one another. They wore no panties, and Dima had been hard before, but now he was rock hard.

Juli said, “That's a giant pussy you've got there.” Mittens chugged his milk and ran off like a skittish kid, banging into the hall walls, and likely going into his or Galina's bedroom.

“My kitty is tight as tiger!” Galina said, touching her crotch. “I've got a large as a barge rock cock dildo for you, slut! I will rip your arms off and use those and that dildo to fill your cavernous vagina!!”

“She is crazy,” Lyna said, shutting the door. She locked it, not like women on serum couldn't easily break through the lock and the door. Lyna took off her top. Damn! Her tits were huge! Lyna winked at Juli and said, “She is hot.”

“I was talking about your pet,” Juli said, “but Lyna and I are here to try your serum milk. We'll fight you if we have to. Or we can just have an orgy. Dima looks ready. If our tits are going to produce milk, we want it to be serum milk.” Juli groped Lyna. Lyna nodded. Juli licked Lyna's sideboob and kissed her areola. Juli stuck her hands in Lyna's pants. Juli was the dom one. There was no point in Dima hiding his boner. He took off his jeans.

“I'll just ram your fist up your asshole and make that go away,” Galina said, popping her neck and winding up her arms. Dima touched a button on his phone to make a pulse in Galina's core. She yelped and spread her fingers over her trim tummy. Juli ran up and kicked Galina in the face. The topless Russian went over onto her back. Dima took out a serum syringe and injected himself in the neck. He had barely ever been on serum, but had heard that it would make a man be able to recharge and ejaculate near endlessly. He felt he could feel his semen production speed up in his balls. They were very warm and engorged – so much so that he had to take off his boxers. He was so glad that MFL did this shit to women and not men, since Shadow Baxter had originally wanted this to be a gay men's fighting league. The women brought in a lot more money.

“Both of you Russian's look uncomfortable,” Lyna said. “First time on serum, Dima?!” Lyna crawled over onto the couch. Her giant tits dangled. The warm mounds bumped his boner. He nearly shredded a pillow, gripping it tight to not splooge all over.

Juli sat atop Galina, twerking and grinding her ass on Galina's tummy and abs. Juli pulled Galina's bikini bottoms crooked and flicked Galina's bean. Galina screamed and moaned. Dima couldn't see her front, but Juli's shirt was open. He assumed Galina was fondling and clawing Juli's tits with her boob obsession. Galina's legs kicked and her pussy was so wet. That was Dima's girlfriend! He deserved to enter her. Her pussy was so tight and inviting. She had endless energy for sex. The view of her ass and glory hole and Juli's ass shaking were amazing.

Then Lyna's giant mounds wrapped his shaft. Her melons clenched together tight. It was warm and soft on Lyna's cleavage with shaking tit pressure now on both sides of his penis head with Lyna using her hands to squash on her own breasts and give Dima optimal paizuri pleasure. He lost his load and it was intense and volcanic. He nearly shot his own eye out. His dick didn't wilt. It was like a gun reloading. It stayed hard but there was a clear break in action after jizzing all over his own face. Lyna grabbed the base and stroked it, moving her chest off. She slapped Dima in the face and rubbed his own fluids over his cheeks and into his mouth. He choked and spat. He tried to punch Lyna. She caught it.

“We're on serum too, stupid!” Lyna said. “We've been using it for a while. If we want it to get rough or to be dominated, we'll tell you.” Lyna sat on Dima's erection. The thin thread of her khakis moved to the side and Dima entered Lyna. His mind was numb with pleasure.

“You bitch!” Juli said. “Don't pop all his serum cherries!” Dima felt slightly emasculated, but otherwise horny and willing to do what Lyna and Juli wanted. Galina needed to be punished for being naughty too though. Dima sat up while thrusting. Boobs went into his face. When he could see again, Juli and Galina were just using one another's tits as punching bags. Galina screamed so loud, having an orgasm from her belly weakness. Juli took off her top and stuffed it into Galina's mouth to gag her. Juli's boobs were engorged and lactating too. Juli said, “Her tits have really grown.” Juli pressed down atop Galina, smothering the Russian with her rack. Juli fingered Galina's pussy. Did she know it was Galina's belly that was getting all the sensitive and erotic nerves firing? Juli suckled Galina's teat. She sat up and got elbowed in the face. She wiped her mouth and said, “It's serum. Unbelievable. Janna was fucking right. It tastes good. I feel powered. Come try this, Lyna!”

Lyna ran her hands through Dima's scalp and nibbled his ear. He didn't want to be done fucking her, but he wasn't in control – again. She got off him. He aimed his ejaculate at her, and missed. Juli seemed to realize Galina's weakness whether she'd heard of it or not. She licked Galina's navel, and Galina squirted. Dima got a face full of that too. He wiped himself off with the pillow. Lyna and Juli double-teamed Galina, sucking on and groping her boobs. Juli kept pushing a knuckle or finger into Galina's abs or navel to keep her submissive and unable to fight back much except for a few punches, writhes, and thrashes.

“THIS MILK is for MITTENS!” Galina shouted. “OHH!! AHH!! NOT my NAVEL!! NOO!!”

When Juli and Lyna had their fill, they stripped one another and helped themselves to the sex toys in Galina's bag. Juli said, “We're gonna fuck and milk one another in your room now, Galina. You taste so good! What's her pussy juice taste like, Dima?!”

“I dunno,” Dima said. He hadn't tasted it, but maybe it had serum in it. The two lesbians went down the hall and Mittens ran out. Dima felt too strong to be worried about the big cat. He straddled Galina. Her breasts were pinched and bruised. She gasped for breath and touched her thighs. Her pleasure sensors were off the charts. Her bikini bottoms touch was likely maddening. She ripped off her bottoms. Dima shoved his dick into Galina's mouth, for once, not too afraid that she would bite. He tickled her tummy, and then he felt too much teeth. He pulled his dick out and socked Galina in the jaw saying, “That's for all the times you're too rough with me!” Galina gave him the finger and stuck out her tongue.

Dima draped his wiener over Galina's chin. He bounced it down her body like he was sword fighting her breasts. Then he fucked Galina in the navel spreading and rubbing his hands over her entire midsection. The cum cries from the three women were probably heard through the walls even though they were sound proof. Dima lost a load in Galina's navel. She ejaculated more. Dima touched the sticky liquid clinging to Galina's wet vulva and lips. He tasted it, and felt a jolt of power. Was Galina losing her stored serum power? Dima grabbed his girlfriend and tossed her over the arm of the couch.

“F-FEELS good,” Galina cried, “but I'M GONNA FUCK ya'll worse than YOU get me!!”

Dima entered Galina from behind. He felt like the couch wasn't going to hold with them rocking and grinding. She smacked Galina's ass. She had such a tight booty. He pulled her hair, and had his way with her doggy style, while Mittens the giant cat pawed up at Galina's tits and sucked milk from her dangling melons. Mittens got rough, nipping and scratching. Dima had to do the same, smacking his gf's tits around, but not bending over to drink her breast milk. It didn't seem like there was much left. Dima felt really strong, and when Galina copped an attitude and tried to fight him, he got her in a headlock and pulled. He heard a CRACK! And then Mittens pounced on his phone. Galina gurgled and went limp. Despite five amazing orgasms, Dima still wanted more, but he supposed the cat was right. It was time to call in some healers. He'd accidentally broken Galina's neck. It didn't stop Mittens from drinking her lactate, and Dima figured the cat had a point. Maybe he'd pound Galina in the ass until the healing team arrived. She looked cute when she wasn't being crazy, and honestly, it just felt good for Dima to feel in control for once.

 

[Knocks455]

Great last two stories. More celebrities and 2 on 1 please.

 

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European Model Cage-fight and Sexfight Association Preliminaries: Delia Matache vs Ashley Tervort

It didn't feel like long at all after Megan had killed her rival Rosie, that another fight was announced. The expressionless Foxy Corp (FC) agents told Sara and all the women when and where the fight would be, and directed their attention to the App and the boards all around the estate to see further details. Almost all 25 women there showed up for the battle in the basement with the cage with the tiled floor. Megan showed up fashionably late as Russian Ashley Tervort and Romanian Delia Matache had already been injected by FC agents in suits with serum. There was a mix of men and women FC this time and only the one blond man, F6.

The busty brunette from Russia, Ashley, looked bigger than Delia in every way. Sara had fought Ashley before, and knew she was no joke. Delia was really good and brutal too. She was part of the Chosen Five for a reason. The blonde was topless in skimpy pink bikini bottoms. She had carried rope with her into the cage and looped that around the cage wiring, while humming and singing scales to herself. Ashley clenched her fists. Ashley's tight olive green top hung over one shoulder. The material wrapped around the upper half of her boobs, and somehow didn't show her nipples. It was impossible to show more underboob. Ashley wore tight green pants of the same color and no panties with the cloth clinging to her pussy for a seductive camel-toe wedgie.

“Awful dumb to challenge a Chosen Five,” Bianca Fund's minion Juicy said, hanging on the cage.

“Awful dumb to not read any of the info and make that comment,” American Emily with the teen-style makeup said. Emily had dressed down into a bikini, but was still overdressed compared to some of the women who were topless. Megan only wore a red fluffy boa, black heels, fishnet stockings, and a black sash. Ok – Megan's makeup looked more like a teen's with so much white cake, mauve lipstick, and a total goth vibe.

“I heard that Ashley hung in there with Sara in the UFSO cage,” Delia said. “It will be my pleasure killing this stupid fat cow!” Chosen Five women mooed to mock the well endowed fighter.

F6 said, “Fight Begin. We hope the carnage is to your liking, Ms. Fox.” Megan nodded.

Ashley charged at Delia, trying to make sure the topless blonde wasn't going to use the ropes as weapons or do anything sneaky. Delia dodged. She kicked Ashley in the back. The bigger woman whipped around, throwing a punch. Delia blocked, and looked shocked at her foe's power. Ashley kicked Delia in the leg. Delia jabbed at Ashley's face. Ashley dodged and grinned. She kicked her adversary between the legs. Delia buckled and moaned. Ashley rocked Delia in the jaw with a right hook. Blood flew from the topless fighter's mouth. She staggered. The Chosen Five and others booed and shouted. Juicy reached for Ashley's hair, but missed. Ashley charged at Delia. The blonde singer climbed the cage.

“Too slow!” Delia taunted, leaping over Ashley's head. The women both threw punches at one another and cracked knuckles. Ashley's top heavy front hit the cage. She pushed off to face Delia who had just landed. The crouched bikini model, Delia, did a barrel roll. Ashley stomped the tile, missing the mark. Delia kicked Ashley behind the knee. The blonde got up, running behind the bigger brunette. Delia uppercut Ashley between the legs. Ashley yelped and slung an elbow backwards. It hit Delia's chest. Delia grabbed Ashley's top and yanked. Ashley's tits really were enormous. Her skin was very white and pale. She hadn't seen much sun, and Sara got the impression she wouldn't be getting sun any time soon. The Chosen Five villain, Delia, dove at Ashley's calves and ankles after stripping and tripping her up. Ashley fell onto her ass. Delia kicked Ashley in the nipple, cratering the fatty mound. Megan mooed and influenced others to do the same to get in Ashley's head.

The topless Russian got up at the same time as her foe. Ashley punched high. Delia blocked. The blonde tried to parry, but wasn't strong enough. Delia gasped for breath and it could just barely be seen that her breath had a charge to it. Delia kicked Ashley in the side of the knee. Ashley yelped. Her leg really buckled. She was breathing too much serum air. This was going to go poorly for her. Delia slugged Ashley in the belly, and then purposefully punched a boob. Ashley's chest was swelling and bruising. She grit her teeth and blocked a kick with her knee. She blocked an uppercut, wincing and looking brittle and shaky.

Sara and about half the women roared when Ashley surprised them all with a blood splattering left hook to Delia's mouth. The bikini model staggered and almost fell over. She grabbed the rope on the cage wiring to keep her balance and Ashley hesitated. Delia said, “You getting tired, ya fat slut?!” Delia jumped into the air. She sent a punch down at Ashley's face. The buxom brunette put up two hands to block and was pushed backwards. Delia landed, stomping and twisting her heel into Ashley's ankle. SNAP!

The brunette screamed and elbowed Delia in the eye. Delia definitely looked weak and bloodied, but she fired an uppercut into Ashley's bread basket. The gasp was so loud. Ashley's legs trembled, and she would've fallen to her knees, if Delia's fist wasn't holding her up. The Russian's big abused breasts dragged the tile as she coughed up blood from obliterated innards. Delia headbutted Ashley in the schnoz, breaking her nose. It was getting gory now. Ashley could barely stand. Crimson globs landed on her sensual body and heaving chest and also onto the ferocious and topless blonde. Delia socked Ashley in the jaw. It was lights out for the big girl. Her eyes rolled, but she kept her guard up. Delia punched away Ashley's hands and struck the toppling titty bimbo in the eye.

Ashley's back hit the cage or she would've been down. It was a shame the fight hadn't been on the ground at all as maybe Ashley could've fared better there. Ashley's foot was turned so awkwardly. Delia grabbed Ashley's titanic knockers, teasing the teats with her thumbs, and shaking the engorged melons. Delia said, “No milk making in our serum, but I bet I find Silicon Valley in that cleavage!” Delia kneed Ashley in the crotch. She shred and clawed Ashley's bosoms bloody. A karate strike to the brunette's neck made Ashley choke, spasm, and go limp. Delia jabbed her nails into Ashley's side boob, but only struck tissue and blood.

The topless victim face-planted onto the tile. Her breasts were squished out to the sides of her body, looking marred and painfully tormented. The olive color of Ashley's outfit showed the sweat and moisture. Her aroused pussy leaked a little with her taking some of her last gasps. Her ass cheeks clenched. F6 pointed a finger at Delia. A serum dart flew out of his suit sleeve and hit Delia in the spine. The topless blonde leaned back and roared with pride for her victory. Delia definitely needed healing energy from the serum. Bianca Fund opened a cage door and handed Delia a strap-on with a big black rubber prosthetic. Delia accessorized the sex toy and pulled down Ashley's pants.

The blonde winner smacked Ashley's ass and plowed her in the butt hole. Ashley's entire body rubbed and got rashes on the tile being pounded so forcefully from behind. Delia used her fingernails to carve 'Enter' and 'Here' onto separate booty cheeks of the humiliated Russian thot. She jizzed on Ashley's back and hip dimples, and then lifted the brunette's body just enough to stick the rod into Ash's vagina. Delia kicked the back of Ashley's head and neck and then railed the barely conscious and helpless broad a few more minutes. No orifice was left untouched and not fucked. Delia even put it in Ashley's armpit before flipping her over.

“Stay awake sow,” Delia said, slapping Ashley's cheeks as she forced the shaft and plastic head deep into Ashley's throat. Delia pretty much killed Ashley, forcing fake jizz into her lungs, but the Chosen Five woman was making a statement. Delia smashed Ashley's hand on the ground, breaking nails and a few fingers just to here the CRACK and SNAPS! Delia rammed Ashley in the ear, thrusting, while making the brunette carve onto her own chest near her collar, 'Russian' on one boob and 'Loser' on the other. Ashley gave one last cough of semen and blood before all her color was drained. Delia made Ashley claw her own ear. Then Delia punched Ashley in the head and tried to open her ear wider. Delia set Ashley on her side and jumped into the air. The blonde banged her knees hard on the tile getting the dildo to pierce Ashley's ear, head, and skull. There was only a spritz of carmine, but the sound was awful. Delia ripped the the ruined strap-on front off from the base. The penis shape looked bent in Ashley's ear. Delia left it there, grabbed the rope, and tied a noose. She got the noose attached to the top of the cage and with some help from her allies, made a pulley system. She put the noose on the dead woman's neck and hoisted Ashley up into the air.

Most onlookers were surprised to hear Ashley's neck snap. She hung there with her tongue lolling, utterly embarrassed and victimized. Megan said, “Very good. Let's see how long we can keep her dead. No one touch the body until the rest of our women get here and I say it's ok. Disobey, and you'll be killed by me in a cage!”

One Foxy agent got on his hands and knees so another could stand atop him to put a Bubble Mask healer over Ashley's head. Her brains definitely needed a healing fast. Megan was disappointed the dildo had to be yanked out, but it was a sign that maybe she knew and wasn't all that into killing for real and permanently. Other Foxy agents escorted Delia out of the cage to calm her down and take her to a hot tub. Megan yawned and went upstairs. There was nothing said for a long time. Ashley seemed to recover enough to be alive, but just barely. She looked like a nudist with an astronaut helmet attacked by a monster who'd slimed all over her. The messages were clear to anger the other Russians, but only one, Viki O was there, and she didn't seem to care. Sara expected to see the other Russians show up, and felt bad for Ashley.

“Somebody needs to let her down,” Emily said.

“I don't like it either,” Sara said, “but it's a trap. Megan wants to see who is weak and easily upset. She has been using a mind control collar, and the Chosen Five may all may be able to make us weak with their breath and get into our heads, knowing what triggers us. They could do worse things to Ashley. They aren't collaring her or making her a slave yet. Believe me, the Chosen Five is twisted, but they have their own weaknesses and insecurities, and aren't as scary or intimidating as they're playing it off.” Chosen Five Bianca glared. Maria laughed scathingly. Juicy laughed too, following suit.

Maria said, “Anyone who listens to that bitch is stupid. I'll be taking students, and you want to be on my good side!” Maria wouldn't even say Sara's name. Maria had an ego. She walked off with Juicy and a few others following, like models Kate Upton and Abby Dowse. Antonia watched silently, and despite glaring at Ozana and Mandy, gave Sara a curt nod before leaving alone.

Bianca Fund said, “I'm telling Megan what you said, Sara!” It was so childish. The big booty broad ran up the steps. It wasn't like what Sara had said was supposed to be a secret.

All the fighters were done looking at the nearly dead woman, Ashley, with her olive pants still danging on her ankles, and her neck hanging from the noose in the cage. It was a statement, but they couldn't let it get to them. She'd be taken down when the last fighters arrived.

 

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European Model Cage-fight and Sexfight Association Preliminaries:

Round One; Bianca Fund (Chosen Five) vs Alexis Ren

“Oh, these Jacuzzis are nice,” Juicy said in a vibrating voice, getting her Glutes shaken by the water jet. Megan glared at Maria and Juicy who were both well endowed. Juicy was topless.

“I am doing the talking,” Megan said. “You pick the worst students, Fund.”

The brown haired Romanian, known for ass attacks, Bianca Fund shrugged. She wore a yellow one piece swimsuit and had some big assets. She knew better than to flaunt more size in front of Megan. The tattooed Romanian brunette, Maria, knew this too. She wore a black bikini top and scowled at Juicy with her flabby mounds flopping around. Two female androids F7 and F9 were also topless in the giant Jacuzzi. They were trim and not very curvy with dark hair. They wore their sunglasses, and didn't speak much. This was a secret meeting to discuss how to handle EMCASA and weed out the women Megan didn't like ASAP.

Brazilian Victoria's Secret model, Adriana Lima, could tell Megan was in a mood, and did not cling to her, but F9 instead. Adriana was topless, and no longer collared. She had grown to enjoy Megan's affection without having her mind controlled. She asked, “Will the Foxy Corp robot short out in here?”

“They're not robots!” Megan shouted. She huffed dramatically. She said, “You're lucky you're hot. Anyway, like I was saying; we pit friends against friends and watch the carnage! Of course with Antonia, you'll be fighting your old students and Ozana first.”

“Ozana was more a training partner,” Antonia said. “I taught Mandy and Sara, but Mandy's more of a loose canon than a loyal friend.”

“Ooh la-la!” Delia said, hugging Antonia. “Good to see you talking and shaking out of your quiet funk! We need you to keep singing and performing like me and Kelly! If we can breathe out enough serum in concert with our mind control powers and the collar amplification systems, we can convince all our fans to keep buying the company's pills and products. We will profit so much, and then we could get our own mind control collar each; and have whatever we want!! It's not like it's hurting anyone either. The stuff is all for their health!”

“Look what the cat dragged in!” Megan-Fox lookalike, and Brazilian performer, Cladia Alende called out. She and the popular Romanian singer/songwriter INNA wore black bikinis and joined the women in the Jacuzzi. Claudia added, “Aw, no F6 or F1. F1 is the best... downstairs. What are these products you want us performers pushing, Megan? Is Foxy Corp big pharma now?!”

“Of course not!” Megan said. “We're not stupid enough to be in the public eye as much them. They help us roll out items for a small fee like The Immune Health Shots and the Cure-All pills.”

“Oh, I've seen those on TV,” Juicy said. “So its serum?!”

“NO!” Megan shouted. “Dummy! Serum is expensive!”

“So it's just like vitamins and supplements?” Claudia asked, getting into the hot bubbly water with INNA. “The Chosen Five is taking them too?!”

“NO!” Megan shouted. “Claudia! Less talking and more being like me! You're supposed to be my loyal student. Don't make me end you like Antonia will do to her little bitch underlings! Conquering and collaring Antonia is one of my favorite fight memories.”

“How come you all aren't taking what you want everyone else to take?” Juicy asked. Megan screamed and got up out of the water, fully nude. Juicy wanted to be Bianca's student in order to get close to the Chosen Five, but through sparring, Juicy thought she was a good fighter and could contend with them if she didn't like what they were up to.

Bianca shook her head and got out. She said, “We are all healthy! We don't need anything other than serum. Megan doesn't want to have to bother herself with every little detail, and neither do we! I'll do your bidding, Megan! I'll defeat whoever you want, starting with Sara's weak blonde little sex-bitch, Alexis! We should make them fight each other next! Ha!”

“Finally it seems like someone is listening to me,” Megan said. She snapped her fingers. F7, F9, and Adriana got out to accompany Megan. Megan said, “This meeting is ruined. I'll see you all in the stable for the fight.”

…

Hay had blown into the cage from the stable. Horses could be heard from a distance. The overhead bulbs were dim and especially on such a dark night. Juicy wasn't sure if she wanted to be a Chosen Five or beat the Chosen Five now. Claudia and INNA did not seem too loyal to Megan and the group, so Juicy hoped to fight them or Chosen Five eventually to prove herself. Her teacher, Bianca, was just a show off, and Juicy didn't need her. Juicy hoped that Bianca would lose. Bianca got in the cage, pumped up on serum. Bianca did have a fat ass. It looked good. She had straight black hair. It wasn't too long. She had no bangs and a witchy face and personality. The trim blonde, Alexis Ren, wore lacy white lingerie. She gave Sara a kiss before getting in the cage. F6 shot her in the butt with a serum dart. Alexis clenched her fists. The almost faceless blond male android slammed the cage door shut, stirring the resting animals.

Bianca said, “That cow Ashley would fit-in here, but Alexis is uglier than a horse!” Bianca looked to Juicy for a laugh, but only got one from Maria. Bianca looked outraged. Alexis went right for a low blow. Bianca closed her legs and took the impact to the thigh. The taller and lankier combatant, Alexis, hit Bianca in the mouth with a right hook. Bianca wasn't the fittest fighter, but she had a lot of power and attitude. Juicy held the cage bars, ignoring all the other women, getting turned on by the fight. Juicy was still dripping from the Jacuzzi. Megan was still nude. Delia and Antonia were topless to her right. Antonia glared at her rivals and Delia laughed. The blonde singer elbowed the brunette one. Bianca tried to stomp Alexis's foot and ankle and missed. She got kicked in the flank for trying, and her fatty areas shook. Her yellow one piece swimsuit clung to her curves, showing camel-toe and nipples underneath.

“Kick her ass so I can fuck her with you!” Juicy shouted. Bianca blocked a kick. She parried a punch, reeling towards the cage wire.

The brunette looked back at her student and said, “Hell NO! BITCH! She's ALL mine!” Bianca jumped into the air to smash her booty against Juicy's tits up against the cage. The way Antonia caught Juicy was very sexual. Then the whites of her eyes darkened for a moment, she went stiff, and let go.

Alexis stomped Bianca's knee. The Romanian yelped and squatted to gain her balance. Alexis socked Bianca in the gullet. Bianca gasped. She grabbed Alexis's chest, raking and clawing the white bra and boob. Alexis drilled Bianca in the grill, drawing the first blood. The majority of women onlookers cheered. The Foxy Corp robots and Chosen Five didn't seem too disturbed by Bianca's slow start. Delia had started slow against Ashley too. Bianca tried to pull Alexis close and grab her. She stripped the blonde of her top in the process. Alexis kneed Bianca in the navel. “ACK!” Bianca cried, doubling over. Alexis threw a low punch. Her fist mauled Bianca's boob, tearing into the swimsuit material.

The topless blonde, Alexis, was on a roll. She dodged a swipe at her face. She kicked high into the side of her foe's head, nailing Bianca in the temple. The brunette couldn't stand up straight, banging into the cage. Delia tried to lift up Bianca under the arms to help. Alexis jumped into the air with a forward somersault and dropped her heel past Bianca's blockers into her nose. CRUNCH!!

Bianca screamed. Her jiggly ba-dunk-a-dunk smashed onto the barn floor with its warped wood surface. Her nose was broken and oozing blood. Hay stuck to her sweaty body. She leaned onto her side and the boob hanging out of the hole in her yellow bikini, exhaling as much shimmering clear CO2 serum energy as possible. Alexis kicked Bianca in the spine. The brunette howled and cried. Alexis kicked Bianca between the legs and shouted, “Take that, bully! I will share my victory sex against you with Sara!” Alexis sank her nails into Bianca's back and tore off Bianca's swimsuit, leaving the brunette nude. Bianca gasped and moaned, trying to throw all her weight onto Alexis's ankles. Alexis evaded.

Maria reached her hand through the cage wire, and grabbed Alexis by the neck. She jerked the topless blonde up against the cage, and expertly uppercut Alexis in the pussy through the cage grating. Alexis tried to headbutt Maria, but only hurt her face on the cage. Maria blew into Alexis's face, and Maria's gaseous serum aura looked dark. Alexis coughed and choked. Her eyes watered from that and getting strangled. Alexis fired a punch through a link hole in the fence, hitting Maria's belly. Maria lost her grip and spit into Alexis's eye. The blonde tried to wipe out the loge and shouted, “Cheating Whore!!”

“That is your fault for getting too close to the cage,” Maria said. “You hit me. You're not going to win anyway! I deserve to be in the spotlight for almost every fight! Foxy Corp won't ever edit out this A+ body from their footage, but I expect they'll largely ignore you!”

Bianca threw her elbow and body into Alexis's calves. The blonde tipped over onto her ass. Her ankle twisted and she yelped. Bianca lunged backwards, battering Alexis in the jaw with an elbow. Scarlet spritzed from the pretty blonde's lips. Alexis scrambled to get to her feet. Bianca body slammed her foe. The wood underneath the fighting enemies looked to pulverize into sawdust. Hay flew up into the charged air around their sensual bodies. The horses couldn't be heard over the women cheering. Some of the Foxy androids were calming the animals. Bianca mounted Alexis and threw a punch. The naked chick missed. Her knuckles hit the ground. Alexis rolled away. Bianca grabbed Alexis's panties, to pull her closer, but only succeeded in depantsing her. Both naked fighters got to their feet. Alexis punched and it was partially blocked to hit Bianca's meaty underboob. Bianca kicked Alexis between the legs. Alexis choked and hunched. Alexis was breathing too much serum air. Everyone could tell the tide was turning, and it was infuriating for anyone rooting against the Chosen Five. Alexis had been so close to winning!

The Chosen Five member and favored fighter, Bianca, stepped up to Alexis. The nude blonde had nowhere to run. Bianca stomped Alexis's ankle. SNAP! Alexis screamed. Bianca swung her arm like a battering ram, slamming a bulging bicep into the trembling blonde's throat. Bianca bruised Alexis's perky tits and softened them with a round of uppercuts. Then Bianca jabbed her nails into Alexis's sideboob, making a puncture wound. Blood slopped out. Bianca said, “You all know what I made that hole for!” Maria laughed and nodded.

The badly injured blonde, Alexis, struck an open palm into Bianca's twisted nose, getting the carmine plasma flowing again. Bianca winced and spat. Maria said, “Practice your control!”

Bianca said to Alexis, “After I kill and beat you, we're going to make you fight, Sara! HAHA!” Alexis gasped and shook her head. All that was left of her strength and ferocity seemed to vanish. Bianca was in Alexis's head. She'd hit a nerve. Bianca was able to recover a bit to kick Alexis in the thigh and then bust her in the chops. Alexis took the blows and aimed a karate chop at Bianca's neck. Then she sighed and bowed her head without attacking. Bianca grinned and hugged Alexis, trying to knee her in the pussy. Bianca lifted her thinner rival, applying pressure to her spine. Bianca leaned back, getting Alexis to moan and cry in a bearhug. POP! CRACK! POP!

“NOOO!!” Alexis shrieked in anguish. Bianca shook Alexis like a limp noodle. The blonde's body was getting rigid and taking severe damage. Bianca tossed Alexis down onto her back. There were more back popping noises. Alexis's spine arched. She looked pale and broken. Bianca squatted, and rubbed and swatted her own ass cheeks. Then she sat down, dropping her booty weight on Alexis's neck as the blonde tried to get up. Bianca wiggled to situate her ass over Alexis's face, smothering her. Alexis's neck was already in bad shape, and she'd breathed in enough toxic air to her lungs that she wasn't going to recover. Bianca stood up and looked like a donkey kicking backwards into Alexis's jugular. It left a bruise and the defeated blonde woman's neck was crooked. Alexis's eyes were glossy and almost all white with her irises and pupils rolling back into her head.

F6 shot Bianca with the winner's serum dart. Bianca pumped her fists. She opened the cage door to let in Maria who had grabbed two strap-ons. Juicy tried to enter too, and Bianca and Maria both pushed her away. Maria said, “F6, don't let that poser enjoy any of this.” F6 nodded. Juicy decided not to try him, but she was mad. She had made up her mind now. She was going to turn on the Chosen Five and her bitch of a teacher who hadn't taught her anything, but dumb sheep loyalty.

Once Bianca was strapped on and not fumbling with that due to all her extra strength and lack of dexterity, she enjoyed her first thrusts on her knees penetrating the puncture hole she'd made in Alexis's boob. Maria clawed Alexis's pretty face and face-fucked the defeated blonde. Maria shot the artificial jizz all over Alexis's face and nearly choked her to death with it. It was all horrible for Alexis at first like that, but then Bianca flipped Alexis over to pork her in the ass. Bianca spanked Alexis, teasing with force towards her g-spot and barely fitting in the tight booty hole. Maria and Bianca stood up Alexis and fucked her from both sides. Maria crammed the crown of her head into Alexis's face just for fun. The blonde's head shot backwards and arch of blood went out of the cage. Alexis was not going to get her head back down on her own, but the sexual barrage made her like a fragile bobble head.

“You're right, Maria!” Bianca said. “These tits aren't even big enough that I wanna hurt them! She won't have as many fans as us!” Bianca still groped Alexis and clawed her breasts. Bianca liked fingering the puncture hole until Alexis was too spent to scream. Alexis came from Bianca fucking her in the ass, and Maria looked mad she hadn't made the blonde cum. Maria punched Alexis's stomach, pulled out, and then splooged and whapped Alexis's body with the dildo head. Bianca looked at Sara and said, “Oh! So good! My pussy is so wet double-teaming your sex minion! OOO! You wish you had some. SOO GOOD! No! None for you! HAHAHA!”

“If you want any chance at a decent second fight,” Maria said to Alexis, “tell everyone who are the two prettiest and strongest fighters here.” The air around her was dark and foul.

“Ya-you,” Alexis said, crying. “And Megan.”

“Damn right!” Maria said. She spit into Alexis's mouth. Bianca only was able to hold off her serum rage and urge to kill for a few more minutes of sex. She then put Alexis in a headlock, and forced the brittle blonde to her knees. The clunk sounded bad for Alexis who had goosebumps and death sweats. Bianca turned and yanked. SNAP! CRACK! Alexis's neck was broken about 100 degrees, facing away from Bianca's heaving breasts. Bianca then expanded her ass cheeks to grip Alexis's neck. The brunette used her ass to clench and behead the dead blonde. It was gorier than the MFL would have made it. Maria kept the door closed, but the Foxy agents got in through the other cage door with a black Cryo Bag. Bianca wanted to sit on and play with the head and fuck Alexis in the windpipe, but F6 sort of neutralized her by pulling down his sunglasses and looking at her. Was it some sort of mind control? After Alexis's body was put into the bag, neon green and blue liquids could be seen rushing in from a hard box through clear tubes to heal, preserve, and resurrect the murdered fighter. Maria raised Bianca's hand in victory, proving themselves a villainous tag team easy to root against.

 

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European Model Cage-fight and Sexfight Association Preliminaries Round One:

Ozana Love vs Antonia Iacobescu (Chosen Five)

The outside cage on the beach was hot to the touch, but Romanian pop singer and idol, Antonia held the near scorching wire anyway. Her body had plenty of healing power from being injected with serum. She needed her rage to drop anyway. Antonia didn't hate Sara, Mandy, and Ozana like she'd tricked Megan into believing. Antonia was looking forward to this fight with Ozana, because she wanted to have sex with her. She released the link on the cage and her hand was bright red. It was so hot outside and this was the smallest cage with sand on the ground inside. This battle would be fast and ferocious. The Russian Ashley was still hanging in the basement cage in the mansion, and that was unnerving many of the women as Megan had hoped for.

“She's your enemy now!” Mandy said, trying to encourage Ozana. Ozana didn't want a back rub. She shoved Mandy away and got into the cage. Ozana was on serum and completely naked. She had long dark hair, brown eyes, and a birthmark on her left boob that Antonia figured she'd suck and tongue at some point soon. Antonia had been hurt by Megan and Delia and a mind control collar. Megan had left Antonia collared for too long, and things weren't totally right upstairs now for Antonia. Antonia faked a lot of problems, but she couldn't remember dumb things like her eye color. She had blue eyes now, but were they brown before? They often went black when she felt a spell of residual mind control or side effects coming on. Antonia was fully naked too. She was shaven, where Ozana had a neatly trimmed bush. The women around the estate were finally starting to realize that they were on camera 24/7 and that this was like a cross between private porn and reality tv. The blonde Romanian, Mandy, was topless and looking for attention as usual. Antonia did not expect Mandy to last long here.

Antonia got into the cage, rubbing her sweaty hands down her front. Even the sand was hot on her feet. Antonia had taught and trained Sara and Mandy. Sara was Antonia's favorite, but Ozana was a worthy sparring partner and lover too. Ozana clearly didn't learn Antonia's sexual fighting style or limb breaking from her. Ozana went for your organs; your heart, stomach, and kidney, trying to rupture those since most fighters guarded their faces most. Megan was wrong that Ozana was Antonia's student and on many other things. Megan seemed to believe that Antonia, Claudia, and INNA were buying all her nonsense and going to follow her commands. Antonia was faking still being under Megan's mind control spell. She wanted to warn Ozana and Sara about serum air and serum breath and have a fight to sort of train them and see if they could handle it. Sara had done rather well in the UFSO cage against the serum aura, so maybe there was hope someone would beat Megan. Megan had already proven she would not be responsible with a mind control collar fully at her disposal.

The Chosen five hottie, Antonia, twirled some of the lighter colored curls in her hair. If she brought up air deep from her belly it would be a dark color. She did that as a warning to Ozana, and to let the naked babe know that this wouldn't be a normal fight. The blond android F6 told the women to begin fighting, but Antonia bent down to get sand in her sweaty hands. The granules soaked up some moisture to give her better grip. Ozana bent down and got one handful of sand. She tossed it Antonia's face. Antonia looked the other way and coughed. The sand was hot in her cleavage. Ozana speared Antonia in the belly with her shoulder. Antonia's bare back hit the hot cage bars. Ozana wasn't fucking around. She jabbed her nails up into Antonia's private area to do damage. The pop idol, Antonia, shoved Ozana's arms up. The nude model's shoulder smashed Antonia's boob on the way up. Antonia wrapped her arms around Ozana. It felt good to hug and clinch an intimate partner again. Antonia groped Ozana's ass. Ozana's nipples were rock hard and she battered her breasts into Antonia's rack. It wasn't a soft and warm embrace. Ozana was waging war with her orbs and dominating the titfight.

The legs of the naked dark haired vixens collided. Ozana slugged Antonia in her slender stomach. Antonia fingered Ozana from behind, tickling her labia with one hand. She used her other hand to guard her stomach but it wasn't enough. A karate strike bashed into her kidney. She gasped and pulled hard enough in Ozana's private area to slow her down. Ozana yelped and headbutted Antonia, drawing the first blood. The women bumped and grinded right against the cage with Antonia's back getting pink lattice shaped scorch marks. Ozana stomped Antonia's ankle. Antonia slammed a fist into Ozana's spine. Ozana gutted Antonia with an uppercut to the navel. The singer slouched and yelped. She finally got her hands in front and pinched Ozana's nipples. Ozana kneed Antonia in the clit and slammed open palms into the weak jiggly chest of the blue eyed broad. Ozana had trouble breathing the air. Instead of attacking big, she ended up chopping Antonia's arms and stopping the teat torturing titty twister. Her former lover knew her strategy well or was hurting enough to keep her hands down now. Ozana grabbed Antonia's hair, clawing her cheek and head with her nails. Antonia grabbed Ozana's cheeks and kissed her. Antonia's breath was toxic or something. Ozana was being smothered! She clawed Antonia's eye, and managed to throw down the once noble and respectable woman to the sand.

The sand cage battle was sexy with both women starting in the nude, but they weren't going to enjoy where all the sand was getting. It was everywhere. Antonia's back was caked in it. Her ass cheeks clenched. Ozana dropped her knee into Antonia's navel, mounting her. Antonia hid her face in Ozana's cleavage to avoid getting drilled in the head. Ozana grabbed a handful of sand and shoved Antonia's face down by the chin. She tried to shove sand into Antonia's eyes and mouth. Antonia exhaled charged air, blowing it towards the granules. The sand shot up into Ozana's face. Ozana screamed angrily. Antonia kissed the mole on Ozana's boob, and aimed to give her hickeys in a line down to her nipple. Antonia sucked and left saliva all over Ozana's chest. Their legs were tangled, and Ozana was in trouble. Antonia put her victim in a headlock and jerked Ozana on top of her. Ozana struggled and writhed, barely able to breathe with her face in the sand. Antonia saw a lot of dark air from her own gasps. She whispered in Ozana's ear, “If you can't breathe this stuff, you don't stand a chance. Have you tried any other ways to put serum in your body?!”

“SHUT UP!!” Ozana roared, writhing and elbowing Antonia in the neck and jaw. Ozana flopped onto her back, trying to shake Antonia off. Her neck was free and she spit sand. Antonia licked her finger and stuck it in Ozana's ear. It was humiliating and the Chosen Five loved it. Ozana cussed at Antonia and bloodied her traitor mouth with a big right hook. The two naked women stood up. Ozana was gassed, because of the cheating. She was going to hit Antonia so hard it would rattle her brains and shake her out of the mind control. Ozana wound up. Antonia wouldn't expect this. She swung. It felt like her body was going through gel it was so slow. Antonia ducked. She grabbed Ozana's haunches, and spread the model's legs around her hips. Antonia rammed her shoulder into Ozana's breasts and lifted. Ozana's ass hit the sand.

Antonia bent and wrenched Ozana's thigh. Ozana screamed. The horny fighter, Antonia, stepped over Ozana's leg and stepped forward to press vagina lips together and scissor. Ozana tried to sit up and hit Antonia in the belly, but she couldn't. Ozana kicked Antonia in the flank with the leg that wasn't twisted in submission. Ozana screamed, “NAH!! F-FUCK!! BITCH! GET OFF!!” Antonia caught Ozana's kicking foot and pushed it, accidentally clipping her own larger than expected breasts. Then Antonia flipped Ozana onto her front. One wrench on the brittle and pulled sexy lower limb of Ozana got a blood curdling scream. SNAP!

The defeated brown eyed combatant leaned up to breathe and cry with her front covered in the crumbling dirt of the shore. Her ass was so tight. Antonia hopped onto Ozana's back, and got both hands around Ozana's neck to choke her and stretch her back. Ozana wriggled, making her hard nipples draw lines in the sand. Antonia whispered in Ozana's ear, “Now's our best chance to talk.”

“FUCK OFF!” Ozana shouted. “Cheater!! You... went... dark!”

Antonia shook her head and put a crank into Ozana's neck. The freckle-chested challenger went limp and gagged. Her tongue lolled and she was paralyzed. Antonia shoved Ozana's face into the sand, and then turned her head so she wouldn't asphyxiate. Antonia kicked Ozana between the legs, glad to feel it was still moist down there. F6 shot Antonia in the belly-button with the winner's serum dart. The cage looked so hot, none of the women tried to open the doors. The female android F9 had been prepped to know that Antonia wanted a double-sided dildo for the sex and humiliation after the fight was decided. She handed it through the grating to Antonia.

The Romanian starlet pleasured herself looking at the rump of her naked lover for a full minute or so. She flipped the rubbery head around her clitoris and around her entire vulva before plunging it in and getting on her knees to insert the other head into Ozana's ass. Antonia grabbed Ozana's arm while the spent model took the anal on her side. Antonia pulled too hard and the arm popped from the socket. Ozana screamed. Antonia spanked Ozana and spread her legs apart further to stroke Ozana's feminine hood with her fingers. She pulled the dildo out of Ozana's ass and nearly broke it. The discharge sound was amplified by Ozana's squirting an orgasm. Antonia squeezed her rival's curves and body and fitted the uncovered sex toy head into Ozana's pussy. Antonia then rested on the ground next to her submissive partner and kissed her with active hands. Ozana's eyes rolled. She choked and tried to bite Antonia's lips. Antonia shoved Ozana's head away.

The singer and sexfighter, Antonia, didn't pay any attention to any other women. She had tunnel vision on Ozana. Ozana was pale and near death. Antonia forced Ozana to sit up. Antonia was done pleasuring herself and squirted in Ozana's face. With another end of the dildo free and gooey, she shoved Ozana's head down to suck the tip. She forced it deeper into Ozana's throat, folding the nude brunette so that her lips nearly touched her own crotch. It seemed like Ozana had choked to death a minute into that. Her body looked rigid. Antonia kicked the dildo so hard it split in two. She grabbed Ozana's sweaty onyx locks and under the loser's bottom to lift her in the air. Antonia bent Ozana's body in the opposite direction. CRACK! CRUNCH! CR-RRUNCH!

Ozana's spine was separated. Antonia dropped the dead woman. The corpse hit the ground so hard, it knocked both ends of the destroyed dildo out of her mouth and pussy respectively. Antonia yanked the cage door open and high-fived a topless Delia. Three Foxy Corp agents entered in Antonia's wake with a Cryo Bag. Antonia finally glanced over at her students. Mandy looked pissed off, pointing and shouting. Sara tried to calm her down and hold her back. Antonia needed medicine and drugs to calm down. She was so hyped and ready to fight again, but all the women were supposed to get an equal amount of fights like it was scheduled. Megan didn't want weak women hiding and not battling, but Antonia suspected that all Megan's OCD control ideas for EMCASA weren't going to go as planned. Antonia and Delia headed back in the mansion with F1 and F2. Megan only stuck around to taunt the other women and say, “The Chosen Five remains undefeated! I'm glad Uncle Justin didn't care that I invited a bunch of ugly and weak losers! Winning will be so easy! I hope Satan sucks the souls of all you trashy whores as you get revived! Enjoy your stay at the estate bitches, and sign up for your deaths in an orderly fashion! I could do with this happening faster, but not all at once. OK?! Idiots.”

Maria and Bianca mocked the other women and hurried to follow Megan and the clique including Claudi, INNA, and Abby Dowse back inside. Juicy notably didn't follow. The group of women challengers hoped this was a good sign for the Chosen Five unraveling. Perhaps their ranks were growing, or perhaps there was a lot more going on then met the eye.