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European Model Cage-fight and Sexfight Association Tournament Championship Fight! :

3. Maria Hart 5-0 vs 13. Sara C 6-1

The first EMCASA fight and the last EMCASA fight had the black and white tiled basement location in common. In front of the big cage meant for battling, RoboMic the fat blond MFL cyborg looked silly sitting in Megan's goth girl throne. Justin Fox, head of Foxy Corp, sat in RoboMic's big red shag armchair of a throne. Justin was the only man present who wasn't cyborg, but he'd definitely been using the best of his products like serum to stay young and athletic. Justin's wife, Trudy, was very interested and invested in this fight, but refused to come to the estate and watch.

Trudy's favorite, Maria, came down the white marble staircase to the somewhat chilly basement. Mr. Fox was in a full tux and only wanted to sweat if he was working out. Maria wore a red and white polka dot bikini. The high rise hip hugging bottoms covered her navel. Her tattoos of a queen crown being impaled on her sternum and a thorny rose below her left collarbone and near the shoulder were really showing in vibrant and colorful ways. Sometimes Maria hid her tattoos with healings or clothes, depending on who she was trying to impress. She was taking a gamble that Trudy wouldn't care about this. Her tattoos were symbolic. She was a thorny rose herself, and she would kill any bitch who thought she was queen, as Maria was #1. Maria's lips were very red and full with lipstick. Maria still wore her big white rimmed circular sunglasses with mauve lenses. Her mind and heart were dark, her serum air and curses were dark, and her vision was normally not processing bright colors well, so she didn't feel the need to take off her sunglasses yet. Maria's boobs were big.

“I'll tell you what,” RoboMic said, “Maria was never on my radar. I didn't give her a second glance. I didn't think she was hot. I would've picked a dozens bimbo broads over her, but now that she's here in the final and looking stacked with them big ole tatas, I'm all like WOOEEE! Maria BabIEEE!! Show us them TittIEEES!”

The #3 seeded fighter, Maria, ignored RoboMic. She thought he was a pig and hated him. It was one of the few things she agreed about with Abby, that and their dislike of generally every EMCASA whore or any pretty woman who wasn't groveling and a sub to them. Maria was curious what Mr. Fox thought of her, but his eyes were on Sara, who couldn't even get to the cage because so many women wanted to hug her, touch her, kiss her, and wish her luck. Alexis and Antonia were practically playing tug-o-war with Sara's arms, and the nude Romanian pop star was definitely stronger than the slim American, Alexis. Antonia had trained Sara, but Maria wasn't ever so inept that she had needed a trainer. You could use personal trainers for workout routines or diet, but having the instinct to kill and be boss bitch you had to be born with.

Sara's long brown hair was wavy and curly with a bit of sun kissed blonde in it. She wore a tight red sleeveless tank top with the white Hello Kitty face on it. The kitty's ear was on level with one of her nipples. Sara also wore red, black, and pink squared boxer booty shorts. Her sexy belly and sleek thighs and legs were on display, looking exquisite. Maria scoffed and rolled her eyes at Sara's outfit, but RoboMic whooped it up like an idiot. Bubbly blonde nudist, Polina, smacked Sara's ass and said, “Hello Kitty! Yes I wanna do more than say hello to your kitty! Hehe! You look so sexy in that! If you pulled a dildo out of those boxers right now and wanted to fuck me, I'd break myself for it! Hehe! Beat Maria! She's a giant turd! She sucks!”

“That's putting it lightly,” Cora said. The tattooed nudist with black hair from Colombia, Cora, looked very serious without Emily by her side. She thought that winning the mind control collar was a really big deal. Cora was the only person Sara had lost to here. Sara and the entire estate practically figured that the androids would be programmed with some scheme to help give Maria the edge. F1 showed both serum syringes with equal amounts of serum. F9 tested Maria's serum level, scanning her arms with her robotic hands. Robert did the same for Sara. Robert was very popular and the only android who was allowed to have feelings of his own and not be full of programming. Rumor had it that Megan's husband, MGK, had destroyed F6, Megan's favorite bot who'd been almost a surrogate for her affection and attention with Kelly frequently touring.

There was quite a bit of muffled fuss over the serum injections and in-body serum levels measured before the serum air absorbing (SAA) cuffs were put on the wrists of the dark haired models. The serum really brought out Sara's assets. On such a thin and sculpted frame, the curves looked almost too big, becoming areas to make fans and spectators drool. Sara wore no bra and the sideboob view was delicious. When F1 put cuffs on Sara, she knew they were the regular cuffs. These were supposed to be cuffs with reduced absorbing ability. Sara powered up her serum air to try and prove this, but it went right into the big metal bracelet-like suckers. There was nothing to be seen, but women like Cora and Antonia could see clear serum air, and they both looked pissed off. “Maybe she can win anyway,” Antonia said, clamping a hand over Cora's mouth. Cora shook her head. Cora had been charging up a web of curses, and just used it to take down Polina, who was bouncing around all over the place touching people inappropriately. The Russian blonde scrunched her nose, got up, and didn't seem to mind. Maria tossed her sunglasses in the air, and then nearly bit F9's head off shouting, since the android hadn't caught them.

“I didn't know you wanted me to catch them,” F9 said, bowing. “I'm sorry.”

“YOU Should be!” Maria shouted. “You wanna end up like F6?! All you walking TRASH Cans are on WATCH! Mess UP and get CANNED!” The finalists both stepped into the cage from different sides and faced one another. There was an intense stare down. Maria said, “Ick! Now that I have to look at you... I can't even put into words how much you disgust me. It's not worth my time or effort. Do us all a favor and go away forever.”

“What'd I ever do to you?” Sara asked.

“I SAID NO WORDS!” Maria screeched. “NOT worth it!” Maria gave Sara the cold shoulder. Maria's primal urges to kill took over. She couldn't put into words her dislike of Sara. Sara's confidence and poise, her popularity despite not having bought big boobs like Maria, how Sara didn't care about being honest and into sex like a dirty fucking tramp – Maria could ruminate on that all day. If Maria maybe was nicer to people and not always trying to one-up and scheme, she might be able to have some sex she wanted and deserved and would be less unhappy and bitchy. She wouldn't put all that together for herself yet. Things were going her way. She was one win away from the championship and getting away with all her cheating, conniving, and backstabbing. “What a stupid fucking outfit,” Maria grumbled. She wiggled her fingers like a creeper. Sara knew that Maria was going to be able to try some serum air attacks, curses, and mind reading.

The #13 seeded fighter, Sara (not that Megan's rankings were very good or accurate), made the first move. She stepped forward to attack Maria, and felt a tremor go into her foot from the black tile. Maria had pushed a curse up from the floor. It tingled and burned up Sara's ankle and calf, making her punch go crooked. Maria locked Sara's arm in her armpit, and elbowed her hated rival in the face. Sara kneed Maria in the stomach. The bikini model would've known if she'd studied tape, that Sara's legs were at another level now and very strong. The cursed hadn't slowed the babe in the boxer shorts down much. Maria grunted and punched Sara in the side of the tit. She tried to latch onto the mound with her nails, but just tore the red tank top and shredded some booby meat. Sara was not afraid to be touched or cursed by Maria. Instead of just snatching her arm back, she hugged Maria tight. Sara crouched and kicked into Maria's pussy as the heel tried to stomp and damage Sara's ankle. Sara hoisted Maria off her feet, turned, and slammed the bitch onto the tile.

Thick lipstick could look really sexy, but Maria looked kind of like a clown with the shocked face she made after getting slammed. Her big boobs jiggled. Sara mounted Maria, plowing her patella into Maria's pussy, and kneeing where the Fatal Five member's navel likely was. Maria grabbed for hair and clawed the side of Sara's face. Sara grabbed the red bikini strap of her rival, pulled, and punched Maria in the mouth. Ruby red blood hit a white square tile. Maria's top came off in Sara's hand. RoboMic and some of the women cheered. Maria leaned, up, hugging Sara. Sara wasn't about to be wrestled onto her back. Maria's core wasn't that strong. With Sara's arms sort of pinned, the Romanian fan favorite shot short jabs into Maria's torso. Maria's hands were under Sara's shirt. They rolled over onto their sides. Maria was handsy, pulling hair. Sara's strong and superior legs really forced Maria to flail about and look out of control. This allowed Sara to wreck Maria's face with punches. Sara's knuckles hit Maria's eye. They wrestled and turned over again. Maria stuck a finger up Sara's nose and tried to gauge out her eyes. A curse made Sara's punch hit the tile. Sara's knuckles split on the ground and hurt. Maria karate chopped Sara in the neck with mostly cuff.

“I wanna spank that ass!” Polina shouted, right up against the cage, seeing Sara's rear in the air for much of the tangle and wrestling in the cage.

Alexis shoved Polina and said, “Get your own hot teacher!” Polina stuck out her tongue. Sara and Maria had tunnel vision to destroy one another, but kind of heard what was going on. It pissed off Maria, but made Sara feel good to be wanted. Maria's big sweaty tits kept making it hard for Sara to grasp and flatten her. Polina tried to touch Sara through the grating, and Alexis attacked Polina. The exchange didn't go well for Alexis, who was back to being blonde after going a little rebellious with many different hair dye jobs. The wrestling didn't go well for Maria, who was concerned with getting her limbs broken. She ended up on her back again with Sara's hand hiding Maria's great bosoms. Sara swung a punch, allowing the cuff to do some dirty work. That tore Maria's face open something savage. Maria screamed angrily and thrashed violently.

Despite the bikini model Maria being topless, much of the gaze and Robert''s POV recording from his squat was centered on Sara. Sara's cute t didn't even show cleavage, but where it had been torn a bit, her sideboob was flopping about and showing nip slips of her dangling melons atop Maria. Sara hit Maria in the head and temple with her fist. Then the mouth. Blood spurted from Maria's mouth onto her heaving chest. Maria began to sit up. She and Sara clonked skulls. Sara knew she was being cursed again. Maria's hands went under Sara's shorts. Sara didn't want to be cursed in her vagina, and that's where this was leading. Sara headbutted Maria in the nose, breaking her rival's schnoz. Maria fell back and would've been primed for a ground and pound beat down, but the curses went off. Sara's spine arched as skin and shirt cloth were burnt. Maria grabbed Sara's hair and jerked down so Sara's chin would hit the tile and split open. Maria wriggled out from underneath Sara and bashed her foe's face down. The back of Sara's tank top was nearly non-existent like a red picture frame over a scorched and bleeding back. Maria grinned about this with a mouth full of blood. It got kicked out of her cheeks with Sara swinging her leg backwards with much force. Maria got kicked onto her back, yelping, and getting whiplash to her neck from the blow. Maria's curvy body slid on the cool slick tile.

The Romanian models got to their feet. It was extremely sexy and erotic with Sara taking off her shirt, but bad news for the pro-Sara crowd that she didn't rip it or tear it off. She was low on energy. Sara tossed her top towards the cage grating and clenched her fists. There was much cheering. This irked and enraged Maria. Sara topless shouldn't be so great, but Sara's tits were looking the perfect shape and size for her body. She looked really toned and athletic too. Maria got ready to kick and beat her slightly shorter enemy to death. Sara ran and jumped. She spun in the air with a kick that Maria barely ducked. Sara clipped the top of Maria's head. Sara landed gracefully, spinning like a top. Sara kicked Maria in the stomach. Maria crashed into the cage, hunched, and coughing up plasma. Maria had to set off the last of her curse traps that she'd put on Sara's face and head. That slowed down Sara's incoming punch. Maria dodged and kneed Sara between the legs. Maria grabbed Sara's hair, yanked, and delivered a serum charged KO punch. Maria gasped from exertion. Sara squealed. Watery blood sprayed from Sara's busted lips. Sara attacked Maria's arm, but Maria wouldn't fall for jujitsu. Sara couldn't get a hold. Maria kicked Sara's ankle.

“IT's OVER!” Maria gloated. “I'M CHAMP!” Maria grabbed Sara's boob. She twisted and sliced nails into the mammary flesh, pulling Sara in for another haymaker. Sara was impressively close to blocking and got her hand knocked away before getting her face ravaged again. Maria's wounds were beginning to heal on her face. Sara socked Maria in the bicep. She tried for an armbar and to get down on the ground one last time. Maria punched a cuff into Sara's neck. Their fingers locked to grapple. They were both perspiring so much and could barely hold. Maria cursed Sara's hand, breaking several fingers. CRACK! Crack! SNAP!

The tattooed model in red polka dot bikini bottoms, Maria, raised both hands and closed with a clamping crush attack, cuffs to neck, on her mortal adversary. Sara winced. Her neck elongated and bruised from the critical blow. Maria turned the chick in the tight booty shorts around and pushed her into the cage like a bully. Maria depantsed Sara, without ripping the cloth. Her nails did a number on Sara's legs though. Both fighters had been going full tilt since the beginning. If Sara wasn't losing, there would've been more excitement about her nakedness. Even the Foxy Core wanting to impress Mr. Fox didn't know if they should root and cheer for Maria or not, so it was eerily silent. The baited breath and exhausted fighters could be heard and almost seen in the cold basement. Maria stomped Sara's ankle while shoving the shorts off to the side. Sara howled in pain and elbowed down atop Maria's head. Maria came up saying bad words in Romanian, and punching Sara in the stomach. Maria put a blitzkrieg of fists into Sara's belly and bared crotch. All Maria really needed was one final attack to Sara's neck, but Sara was hoping for some strength to tap into and guarding her neck like Emily had done in the fight against Abby.

The sweet American chick in healing, Emily, had taught Sara just enough without being a mentor, that Sara was going to try her luck and beat a cheater in a similar way. Maria jammed elbows into Sara's temples, cackling. Maria chest bumped Sara, titfighting a bit before shredding Sara's perky orbs more with her long nails. Maria tried to move Sara's hands away, but Sara was fierce and determined still. Maria kneed Sara in the crotch and the thighs. Sara was horny and tired. She felt Maria's serum air pushing into her head. It was like your ears popping on an airplane or a roller coaster ride going from peak to trough too fast. Sara swayed and murmured. Maria was trying mind control. Maria said, “Admit IT! You've always been jealous of me!”

“No,” Sara said. “I haven't.”

Maria twitched and spat a bloody loge in Sara's face. Sara swung an elbow into Maria's neck. The topless bikini model grunted and pushed fingernails into Sara's scalp and eyebrows. The pressure from the serum air for mind control was intense, and thankfully going into Sara's cuffs a little. Sara could see that the cuffs seemed to be designed to absorb her serum air and not Maria's. Sara and Maria had a moment of connection. For a second, Sara saw all the times that Maria had spied on her and really cared about what Sara had thought of her. They also saw all the times that Maria was catty and nasty to Sara, trying to earn points in front of men or important people.

“Time to equalize the energy imbalance!” Cora said, motioning forward with her arms. She stood in front with many women lined behind her in a triangle like troops ready for battle. Sara could barely turn her head to see this.

“Not this shit again,” Maria said, backing away. “It's useless.” Maria saw and felt a lot of energy going to the cage. She kicked at Sara, unable to aim well and do much other than grazing Sara's knee as Maria was fleeing scared to the other side of the cage.

For those not into anime, this might be hard to explain. In DragonBall Z, Goku would call upon the energy of the Earth for a Spirit Bomb. You could see it as a fan reading, because it was a comic, but now, the people watching for the most part couldn't see much of anything. Sara could feel it though. Emily had said for Sara to focus on love and connections with the people's energy that was near her. It was Cora first. They had fought and fucked, and it had been a disappointment for Sara to lose at first, but being a sub wasn't all bad, and Cora was super dominant. Sara felt Cora's energy healing her. Next was Antonia and Delia. Sara didn't have a great connection with Delia and it exploded a little around and inside her, but Antonia's mentoring energy, love, and training was easy to convert into useable serum. Next was the crazy Russians; Polina, Sveta, Ashley, and even Iryna. Iryna apparently wasn't upset at all that she had lost to Sara. Sveta and Ashley didn't have much, but all the help was good to balance out the cheating. In fact, Sara was feeling better than she had originally on serum. Alexis, Nicoleta, Ozana, and even Mandy were getting their energy to Sara at about the same time. Mandy and Ozana's energies were a little rough to handle, but Sara was handling it. Alexis and Nicoleta didn't have much, but the connections with them were good.

The naked and well loved sexfighter, Sara, opened her brown eyes. She looked gorgeous. Her wounds were almost entirely gone. Maria was still bleeding from the mouth. Maria's face contorted in rage. She said, “What the fuck?! No explosion?! You healed with the last of your energy, Sara?! You're dumber than I thought! HAHAHA! One more punch! Then I'll get these cuffs off and fuck you with the type of curses you all hated I did to Megan!”

Twilight vampires were said to have a glow to their skin. Goku and Super Saiyans had chi aura. Sara looked to glow a bit. She didn't shoot off energy blasts, but her speed and power were through the roof (over 9000! DBZ joke). Maria threw her last punch. She was still grinning as her brain registered the sound of the CRUNCH! Maria began to frown and cry. She wasn't sure why. She got kicked in the back and it felt like her silicone implants were going to shoot out of her chest. She screamed. A punch hit her in the side of the head and she couldn't see out of that eye anymore. A kick crammed into Maria's stomach. Her anguished cry was interrupted by the blood from her inner organs being in very bad shape to say the least. Sara punched Maria in the jaw. It was another broken bone. Teeth came out. The cheering in the basement was deafening. Models jumped up and down hugging one another and heating things up. RoboMic jumped up and down in his seat, hoping one day he'd have access to his genitals again. Maria was held up and hanging over Sara's arm, drooling blood and dripping it too. Her black hair covered her face.

“How about we have even levels of serum and equal cuffs for fights here from now on,” Sara said, looking to Mr. Fox. He shrugged and nodded. Maria shook her head. Sara kneed Maria in the crotch. The bikini model moaned. Her pelvis cracked or shifted and she was not going to be able to control normal bodily functions down there if things got worse. Sara rammed an open palm into Maria's nose. CRUNCH! It would've killed a normal person. Maria was against the cage like a rag doll with her arms in the air, completely vulnerable and defeated. Sara kicked Maria in the ribs – Crrr-ACK! Maria's eyes rolled and jammed shut. They were flooded with tears. Sara kicked Maria across the chest. The villain's tit job burst, and her supple firm orbs deflated and shrunk. Healing energy attempted to fix this, but it didn't really work. Maria could've had her implants removed at any healing, but thought she'd keep them because it was such a perfect job and she didn't want the look of her prized chest to change too much. It was also proof that she was rich and powerful to keep them. Now she'd lost them and the championship, but she would be more natural after healing this.

The ruined woman with long black hair fell face-first to the tile. Her derriere was in the air and Sara took her time bending over to take off the bottoms and finger Maria until she woke up. Sara was able to catch the winner's serum dart and toss it back to Robert, saying, “Keep it.” It happened so fast, Mr. Fox had to check if the winner's serum dart had been granted at all yet. By now, the sex toys were being brought in by androids for Sara. If they could smile, they would've.

The absolute bliss and elation of a championship was one thing. Victory sex was always good too though. Maria was so rotten, this felt good for everyone. Maria didn't like being fucked silly for the longest time, but Sara wasn't going to cut the celebration coitus short just because Maria was a sore loser. Maria was so out of it after being spanked, fisted, and fucked in several positions and angles, that when it came time for Sara to dip the strap-on cock into her mouth, she sucked it out auto-pilot like she was pleasing a John for money. It was fresh out fluids from being spilled all over Maria's loser body by Sara who was in complete control and having a blast. Sara's energy from the other women was wearing off. She would've made sex with Maria last over the 38 minutes or so that it went, but she had to get the kill in. While face-fucking Maria, Sara was able to peel off a SAA cuff. It made an awful sound like a train wreck made a hundred cat claws clang against a chalkboard. Sara then hooked that open cuff into Maria's broken jaw. Sara spun the dildo around her waist to hump Maria's stupefied cum covered lips and obliterated nose. Sara jerked on the cuff, cranking Maria's head 90 degrees. SNAP! The decibel of audience approval seemed higher than in UFSO or the underground Spanish arena where a lot more people congregated and watched live. Sara smirked. She looked at her dead rival, and kicked the cuff to finish breaking Maria's neck. The tattooed terror's head was facing the wrong direction now, and the corpse slumped over, looking shriveled and all used up. The bloody burst chest looked flat and was unable to heal too.

“Ha-ha-hot!” RoboMic said, standing up. “Please tell me they can fix her tits though!” Mr. Fox nodded. He congratulated Sara for her win before leaving, saying he wanted to set up a meeting with her, but it was all a blur. Sara didn't even see the androids bag Maria's body. Sara had placed fourth twice in two big MFL tournaments, 2nd in UFSO, and had finally won one in EMCASA. Her sexfighting journey wasn't done though. Maybe it never would be.

Afterward:

Sara had control of EMCASA and 3 mind control collars at her command for testing, locked up by a code that only she knew. The androids could get in, but they wouldn't. They were all being allowed to have some feelings, and F6 was back up and running, servicing and being the boy toy for Bianca Fund. Sara reordered the rankings of the women still on the estate and didn't even put herself first as 1. Cora 2. Emily and Antonia 4. Polina, Iryna, and Delia 7. Sara, Megan, Mandy, and Ozana 11. Maria, Nicoleta, Bianca F, Bianca D and Natasha 16. Alexis, Carmela, Madalina, Juicy, and Inna 21. Dajana, Irina, and Daniella. Overall the rankings seemed pretty fair, and women wanted to move up the list.

Megan's real husband all of the sudden wanted to be around for EMCASA, and Megan had chilled out a bit. The first fight Sara had scheduled for fun, had Alexis and Maria in SAA cuffs battling. Maria could not get any serum air working, and Sara had a mind control collar over Maria's neck. It was a tough battle, but Alexis pulled out the win, with Sara coaching and instructing verbally to help. No mind control had been necessary, but with Maria and her new, natural, and still big boobs getting pounded and fucked, Sara had to controlled Maria, pressing buttons on the collar App on her phone and saying, “You have to stop pretending and enjoy this.”

That was that. The mind control whether it fed a natural feeling or impulse had worked, and Maria began to coo and ask for more with Alexis, switching to some tongue play. Sara went towards the cage with a strap-on to tag team the once again defeated Maria.

“Oh wait!” Polina said, stopping Sara from getting in the cage. Polina wore a trench coat and had pulled along a giant compartment like the one Cora had been stored and tortured in. Polina pulled open the coat, and was nude as usual underneath. Polina was like a black market dealer with sex toys of all kinds to offer for free. She opened the rolling storage closet. Alexis's eyes bugged out. Polina giggled and clapped. Sara liked what she saw. She and Polina had ordered some good and adventurous things.

“Look at Sara, setting the bar high for all of us again,” Emily said, hugging Cora.

“Let's have sex while they are,” Cora said. “We don't need all that, but could work up to it if you want.” Emily blushed. She'd have to think about it, but Cora could be very persuasive. After a quick smooch, getting down on the tile, and getting Emily naked too, Cora added, “This place was so negative when we first got here. Now I feel an aura of love and passion – especially wildfire passion, all around us.” Emily kissed Cora to shut her up, but the fire of their feelings wasn't extinguished.

“So I Uh, just get to watch and enjoy this while having sex with you too?” Megan's buff blonde tattooed husband asked, looking over his shoulder at all the couples and mini orgies happening. Megan was giving him some excellent head and he was on serum to have multiple loads. RoboMic had been granted access to his crotch for watching fights alone in his room for now. You could imagine how gross that room was getting and how it would need to be cleaned.

Megan stopped slurping to speak and said, “You just want to see the blood like me, right?!” Her husband played along and acted like that was it. He was kind of freaky too and into that kind of stuff, but was definitely interested in seeing the other sexy women too, but would only hook up with Megan for now.

Sara saw all that was going on around her. Ozana, Delia, and Antonia were about to hook up. Delia was letting Robert have a go with Iryna. Sara winked at Robert who let the small white needle grow from his fingertip and drop into his hand. He tossed her that serum dart underhanded and she injected herself in the neck. The collar glowed around Maria's neck. Maria was so horny now, she was humming, and pleasuring herself with the arm Alexis hadn't broken. Sara had a lot of options. She smiled to Alexis and said, “This is going to be fun.”

 

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European Model Cage-fight and Sexfight Association Tournament 3rd Place Fight! :

2. Emily Elizabeth (4-2) vs 7. Megan Fox (4-1)

“I dunno,” Emily said, modeling off a tiny black micro-bikini with white polka dots in her room to her lover and girlfriend, Cora. “What do you think of this one? It's not Cursewear.” Emily, the slender brunette with big jiggly breasts, posed with her arms behind her head. She wasn't a fan of this bikini even though it looked stunning on her with lots of cleavage and underboob showing. The bottoms were set high on her hips with the lines to her crotch visible. Emily's hair still had lots of blonde dyed strands in it. Her favorite bikini brand had a small x on a cup of the bikini top and since Cora cursed people, putting x marks on their body, Emily had developed an attachment to that brand.

“Everything you wear doesn't have to be Cursewear,” Cora, the tattooed nudist with black hair said. “Or don't wear anything at all, like me! You look so fucking sexy, and those pouty lips have me all hot and horny!”

“My pussy is practically falling out of these bottoms,” Emily said, grabbing her phone. “It's nice to be sent clothes, but I've gotta be honest that Cursewear is my favorite!”

“Oh come on, you big goof!” Cora said, hugging Em from behind and looking at her post. “The high rise bottoms are nice! I like easier access to your sacred yoni! You should too! … Wait! No... You're gonna post that?!” Emily had pictures of herself sort of pouting and frowning in the bikini and a selfie with her and Cora together where Emily was sticking out her tongue. Emily had written almost verbatim the last line she'd just said to Cora. Cora smacked Em's phone out her hand and restricted her. Cora added, “Don't post that! The idea is to advertise and stay popular to get the truth out there about serum and so many of the lies about medicines and surgeries that aren't needed and hurt young girls and all people! Just be complimentary of this swimsuit! Do you even know the name of the brand we've been calling Cursewear?!” Emily looked sheepishly at Cora, blushed, and then shrugged. Cora wrestled Emily to the bed and they began laughing. It was getting steamy and erotic as they stopped to stare into one another's eyes. Em gave Cora a little kiss.

“I feel like I'm forgetting something,” Emily said.

“Your fight!” Cora shouted, pulling them up. “You took so long trying stuff on, getting your posts and pics ready, and distracting me being cute and adorable, that I lost track of time too! You fight Megan for third place in the tournament in a new bedroom with cage bars put on it now!”

“We'll be fashionably late as you usually are,” Em said with a coy grin. Cora pulled Emily by the wrist and they raced out of their bedroom down the estate hallways and up to the second floor. One of the rooms that women who had left had used, was now turned into a place to fights as well. It had a higher ceiling than the ground floor rooms and was such a big suite, that the cage for fighting inside looked almost as big as the main cage in the basement. Emily was still in her white socks and Cora had on black thigh high stockings and a black choker necklace. They skidded and nearly got static shock on the white carpet from rushing to their destination.

The new EMCASA leader and champ, Sara, had her student Alexis with a mind control collar around her neck. Megan Fox's husband, Kelly, was there, shirtless and covered in tattoos. His hair was short and blond even though he changed his hair colors and style more than Megan and most women. He said to Megan, “I told you they'd show babe! Now destroy her and let's dance and bathe in the blood while fucking! Lights off and some candles, maybe the iron maiden, and collar Cora the witch when you win! So hot!” The brunette actress, Megan, bit Kelly's lower lip kissing him and clawed his chest and abs. Megan wore the tightest pink t-shirt possible with no bra. With the help of serum, healings, and Mandy's teachings, Megan had gotten her tits to be some of the biggest in the house. She wanted to make sure her husband's eyes stayed on her, and the rest of Megan was looking incredible too. She had in gold hoop earrings and her shirt was tucked into high sitting green bell bottom pants that fanned out at her hips.

Megan unzipped the horizontal areas on both sides of her pants above the pockets and some tight booty meat, thigh, and her black panties could be seen. She said to Kelly, “Babe, I said they wouldn't show and we'd have to get them because they are not punctual bimbo whores! I mean, look at Emily! … No don't! She's not even attractive all under Cora's spell. She's a dumb blonde and Sara's rating for them as 1 and 2 is so bogus! I'll prove it and take third, move up in the rankings, and... You're so hot and naughty Mr. Machine Gun. We'll get you on some serum to rapid fire and let's both collar ourselves!”

“We have two other collars, but not gonna happen,” Sara said, opening the cage door to the bedroom.

“Yeah, I don't know that I'm second best tied with Antonia,” Emily said, “but I'm eager to defend it and try my hardest! And woah! Your boobs are huge, Megan!” Megan scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“There's more to a woman that the size of her breasts,” Robert said, massaging Emily's back. There was definitely some interest between Robert and Em and many of the women. Robert was the only Foxy Corp cyborg allowed to be free of programming, he looked like a buff male model, took good care of himself, and seemed to have such a tragic and heartwarming back story. Cora didn't like Robert rubbing her girlfriend too much, until Robert used his magic robotic hands to hit every tense nerve and muscle just right in Cora's back and shoulders to make her shudder. Robert had been selected for Delia as a sort of mate and slave, but she'd decided to let him loose a bit. If she wasn't jealous, Cora could suck it up and be cool. When he sat down in a chair, Cora even sat on his lap. It was just a matter of time before Robert would get invited to hook up with Emily and Cora.

Anyone who wanted to sit around the cage was allowed. Some women chose to stand and be right at the bars like the blonde Russian nudist Polina. Kelly was in the back in Megan's throne. RoboMic had been spending a lot of time in his room lately, but he was absent for a different reason. Emily and Megan got into the cage. Emily said, “RoboMic would love your new look, Megan.”

“Yeah, Polina, you gotta stop breaking him,” Sara said, shooting Polina, one of her rivals, a sideways glance. Sara had ranked herself under Polina even though she'd beaten Polina at EMCASA. She had lost to Polina for a 3rd place battle in the first SEIT tournament on Pongeo Island.

The bubbly blonde, Polina, shook her head, giggled, and said, “But we both like weally kinky sex, and I can let loose however I wanna! He likes it! He should be built stronger!”

“This harem house is full of dirty sluts and whores!” Kelly said. Cora cursed him from a distance and few other chicks attacked him with small serum air bursts to let him know to be more respectful.

“Remember ladies,” Sara said to the combatants, “no need for serum, serum air, or the cuffs in fights for a while. Just use that energy to amplify your attacks. It's easier to heal each other than to fix out of control damage. The winner will get 10 milliliters to use however she pleases.”

“A lot of that will go to you, my Prince of Darkness!” Megan said, winking and blowing a kiss to Kelly. He stood up in her throne to catch it and rub it by his crotch. Megan blushed. Emily didn't quite see the appeal in Kelly other than his looks.

“Hey Em, when you win, let's tie up Megan's husband and all four do it,” Cora said, wriggling in Robert's lap. Emily winked and gave a thumbs up. Kelly made up some rap lyrics for himself, which meant he was excited about this prospect.

F1 announced the beginning of the fight, and Megan immediately hit Emily with a burst of serum air from her hands. The dark energy hit Em's chest. “Really?!” Em asked, brushing herself off. Em's itty bitty polka dot bikini had holes where all the white dots had been, revealing areolae, nipples, and lots of pink scorched mammary flesh. Megan snickered. Emily looked down and said, “Cute. That actually is kind of impressive. Be ready for me to punch, milk, and destroy your new big boobs, Megan!” The blonde bikini model took off her tattered top. Megan sucker punched Emily in the mouth.

The brunette, Megan, was wearing a lot more clothes than women normally did for these fights, but still looked amazing. Her sweaty body made the top entirely see-through. It was like she was topless too. Megan grabbed Emily's hair and kneed her in the pussy. She punched Emily in the boob, showing off for Kelly and trying to get him riled up.

The topless fighter, Emily, hugged her foe. They wrestled and latched fingers together to grapple. Their arms went in the air, and both women bent at the knees to force their will on the other. Megan swung her tits into Em's orbs. She tried to headbutted Emily, but the blonde dodged. Emily recklessly crashed her own skull head to head with Megan, feeling confident in her ability to withstand pain. Megan yelped and bit a little chunk out of Em's lower lip. That bled. Megan's nose bled. Her face was pale, but a darker shade than her wet pink t-shirt, clinging insanely tight to her curves. Megan's nipples were as erect as Robert and Kelly's dicks. In usual Emily fashion, the blonde allowed herself to be bullied a bit to start the fight. Megan kneed Emily in the thigh and the crotch relentlessly with them still holding hands and wrestling. Em's calves were at a bed and she was getting arched backwards. The blonde's naked jugs pushed up into Megan's sweaty underboobs.

“I can still control you, bitch!” Megan said, kneeing Emily in the stomach. Megan gave Em's arms a big shove and let go. She straddled Emily, giving her zero personal space. Megan punched Emily in the eye, and then jammed her elbow across the blonde's nose. Megan punched Emily in the kidney. She slammed a fist into underboob flesh. Emily whimpered and pushed off the bed. Megan's face went into the blonde's bosoms. Emily grasped Megan's head, suffocating the brunette with her perky perspiring chest pillows. She landed on Megan's ankle and then kneed her opponent in the thigh. In defense, the black haired vixen first socked Em's abs again, but then went to clawing the bikini model's arms. Emily pushed away the dazed chick and rifled a right hook into Megan's mush. The women weren't going to bleed as much as they would on serum, but they were still sustaining injuries and looking battle worn but still pretty.

The celebrity with coal black hair, Megan, turned her head back around with her lips cracked open, and swung a punch. Her rival ducked and belted her in the belly. Megan hunched. As promised, Emily punched Megan right in the tit and nipple. Megan shrieked and clawed over Em's teat and squishy melon. The blonde continued popping Megan in the stomach and the chest when Megan's enlarged knockers dangled low with her hunching. Despite Em's long lean torso, Megan aimed for crushing tits. She went a little higher to pop Emily in the chin. Emily took it like a champ and returned fire. Megan's head whipped back after knuckles cracked under her mandible. Emily peppered punches into Megan's body, pushing the former EMCASA leader and host back. Megan felt like Emily was really using serum air on or in her punches. Megan's t-shirt had ripped in many places. The gaping holes showed bruised or bleeding breast and tummy flesh. Em's rack was equally ravaged.

The babe in the dark and white dotted bikini bottoms, Emily, was quick to keep attacking. She was light on her feet, and nearly downed Megan with a kick to the knee. Emily cocked back another punch, but then Megan spit into Emily's eye. Emily's punch missed. Megan uppercut her in the armpit. Then she cuntbusted her temporarily blinded enemy. Emily had been wiping her eye, and then moaned. Megan barged into Emily with her shoulder, flattening sagging titties. Megan put a lot of her remaining serum air into her physical body's attack, launching Emily backwards over the bed. The blonde went with the momentum and kicked Megan in the mouth. More scarlet spilled off Megan's pretty face. Emily tumbled over the bed and didn't land too great, but she was up in a flash. As Megan shook of the cobwebs, Emily catapulted off the mattress and put her arms out for a cross body slam. Em's rib cage put pressure on Megan's belly as they smashed into the carpet. The floor was a bit softer than other places there had been fighting, but Megan's Cerebellum had bonked and she'd been winded. Em's boobs and belly had taken some damage, but she rolled off, looking spry.

Spectators cheered as Emily squatted like a lioness ready to pounce. She tackled Megan, snaring the brunette's arm between her armpit. Emily's legs tangled with Megan's legs in Em's submission snake mode. The babe in the green pants, Megan, screamed. Her waistband dropped down, revealing her navel. There wasn't much shirt left on her soaked curvy body. With a leglock and armbar going, Emily looked dominant. Megan thrashed to no avail, banging her back into the wall. Only half of the room had the cage grating and bars. Emily grinned as she used her free hand to pound on and tease Megan's swollen breasts. Emily tickled and pinched Megan's hard nipple, getting it milky. Megan shouted and flailed. She was hurting herself further, but the big white canvas on the wall fell off and the edge hit Emily on the noggin. This allowed Megan to squirm free.

It didn't feel right for Megan to not be on serum. She wanted to complain. Sara's new rules were dumb. Everything about Sara was dumb and sucked, according to Megan's jealous opinion. Megan grabbed the thick white plaster square off the carpet and bashed it over Emily's head. Emily grunted, trying to get up. She kicked Megan across the stomach. Megan winced and swung her weapon with two hands. The hard square object cracked in half upon hitting Emily in the jaw and the head. The blonde staggered out towards the cage bars and grating with crimson spilling onto her heaving chest.

“That's what you get!” Megan taunted. “You must be done!” She pulled Emily's hair and slugged the blonde in the face. The topless cutie spun from the force with her mouth still in an oval face of her ouch reaction. Megan stomped her heel into the small of Emily's back. Em's breasts went between bars and up against fence linking behind that. Megan rammed her elbow into the back of Emily's head. She jabbed her fingernails into Emily's cheekbones and temples, kneeing her adversary in the haunches and between the legs. “NUMber 2 MY ass!” Megan shouted. “#2 shit! You're a shitty fighter! You about ready to pound this pussy with me, MGK?!” Megan fingered Emily past her crooked bikini bottoms.

The gasping blonde climbed up the bar like a pole dancer without even using footholds in the cage. The cold metal gave chills between her warm and abused breasts. Emily kicked back into Megan's eye, doing good damage, and the brunette remained right there defiantly for Emily to latch her legs around Megan's neck. Emily clamped her thighs, strangling Megan, and twisted her core, to go down and crank Megan's neck. Megan twitched with her rump in the air, her green pants drooping, and black thong straps peeking out. She couldn't get energy. Her dumb new udders held the last of her strength and they were getting carpet burn. Another yank to the neck made Megan pant and lose feeling in several places. Her tongue incidentally touched Em's vagina.

The bikini blonde, Emily, had done enough damage. She unwound her legs and pulled off what was left of Megan's pink t-shirt, shredding it like she was on serum. Emily pulled Megan up by the wrist, holding firm. Emily leaped for the edge of the bed and sprang off. She turned and kneed Megan in the grill. It was brutal with a CRACK and a lot of blood loss! Emily let go of Megan's wrist. Megan's legs wobbled. Emily caught herself on the cage and climbed as high as she could go. Megan swooned, landing spread eagle with her hands over her busted up face. Emily jumped off the cage and stomped her heels into Megan's navel. “AHHH!!” Megan screamed. She folded up for a moment, spitting up blood, and got more pale before passing out on her side.

“I believe this has been won,” Robert said, producing a 10mL vial of serum from his pocket with Cora no longer on his lap. Cora took the serum, winked, and motioned for Kelly, who seemed, horny, yet almost bashful and not as arrogant as before. Emily bent over and took off her socks to stand on and test one of Megan's billowing titties. It sloshed and leaked lactate and Megan didn't move a muscle or make a peep. Emily flexed her biceps, kissed them, and then posed with her arms up, swinging her hips and making her tight and feminine assets shake. Emily then went to Megan as F1 opened the cage doors. Emily yanked off Megan's pants. Megan was still passed out.

Cora and Emily drank about a third of the serum each, and gave the rest to Kelly. They hugged one another, expecting him to attack them, but instead, he took off his pants and immediately went for Megan, suckling her milky breasts and shoving his large manhood into her moist private area. F6, Megan's personal bot from before was allowed to have some emotions now, and looked almost jealous behind his sunglasses. Bianca Fund hugged and flirted with F6 to make him feel better. Kelly got handfuls of Megan's blood and put it on his face and body. Then he grabbed the broken board to slice into his hands and knuckles to bleed with Megan.

Cora and Emily allowed Megan and Kelly some time. Megan became conscious and cussed that she'd lost, but quickly gave into the pleasures of sex. When Kelly finished a second ejaculate load in Megan's mouth to add to the white gooey scene on Megan's chest and belly, Cora and Emily stopped setting up sex toys and fucking each other to tie up the loser and her husband. It was a fun new way to be in charge and dictate the sex. Kelly got a little upset and angry at first, and no one was sure how he'd feel about going along with this after it was all said and done. No one had expected quite the noise or pleased reaction from his g-spot getting nailed by Cora with a strap-on. Megan looked content and flirty on her knees with her arms tied behind her back for Kelly. She'd already been working on Emily and Cora and it was about time for the finisher. Cora tapped her wrist and said, “It's time for Em to officially take third. This was a death match tournament, and you won't get stronger if you don't go all the way.”

“I'll do it,” Kelly said. “Untie me.” Cora rolled her eyes, but Em was such a sweetie, she allowed it. Kelly picked up Megan under the legs and hugged her. Megan nodded with tears in her eyes. Kelly stood Megan up, put her in a headlock, and twisted. The work Em had done and Kelly being on some serum made it easy. SNAP! Megan's neck was elongated and crooked. The lean blond man let his wife drop dead, then picked up the jagged broken board, and slit his own neck to bleed out on top of his bae with his erection still hard between her booty in his dying gasps.

“I don't know if that was romantic or over dramatic,” Cora said.

“It can be both,” Em said. She winked to the crowd and added, “I love what you're doing here, Sara.” Em and Cora kissed again. F1 announced that Emily had won third and that concluded the first season and tournament for EMCASA.

 

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EMCASA Tag Team Death Match in Underground Arena: Bianca D and Natasha vs Sara C and Alexis

“WOOEEE!” RoboMic shouted from the commentators' table with the Spanish announcer of the venue on his left. “Time for the main event! Just like the WWE, it's a tag team match in the ring, but there will be sex, and death! And no serum!”

“These chicks are doing all this on... nothing?” The Spanish announcer asked. His voice translated over to English, but RoboMic as s cyborg was getting the translation right away. The Spanish announcer looked mighty spiffy in sunglasses and a glimmering pimp-like suit getup. RoboMic always wore sunglasses and he was in baggy black clothes tonight. RoboMic was very tall and fat.

“Hell yeah!” RoboMic said. “That's Sara's new thing since she took over EMCASA. She's looking super sexy without any serum. Normally I just root for busty blondes and big tits, but Sara looks stacked in that black bikini and there's nothing better than watching your faves get fucked and pwned by a busty babe as kinky and fun as Sara! WEE! Yippee!! Team black and white in Sara and Alexis has got this!”

The slender blonde and brunette team of Sara and Alexis were already at the ring, waving to fans. Sara, the brunette and EMCASA champ, greeted F1. Alexis's booty cheeks were rippling as she stopped to survey the audience. Sara slapped her lover/protege's ass. Alexis looked to have a little stage fright on no serum. Alexis was taller than Sara with straight blonde hair, and looking lanky and a little gangly. She had a great butt and parts of her crochet lingerie were see through. Alexis grabbed the black ruffles on Sara's bikini top and stared into her mentor's eyes. Alexis didn't care that Sara looked especially busty tonight. She gave Sara a smooch, igniting her passion for sexfighting.

“I would fuh—flippin hook up with both of them,” Polina said, sitting at the commentators' table in a tight black dress. The mind control collar over the bubbly blonde's neck looked like a thick black choker. Polina had willingly put one on and gone under Sara's control as an act of training. It had also allowed Polina to go on a date with a uni guy and not be too crazy. Sara had put on an invisibility cloaking for the collar to not be noticed then. The dulled down Polina was not as interesting, but she couldn't be going everywhere nude, showing everyone up, and freaking people out everywhere with her powers and ninja assassin ways.

“Alexis kind of has that grungy look,” RoboMic said, “like I'd like to throw her around. It's pretty hot even though she's my least favorite of the chicks here tonight. Sara could get better.”

“I like Alexis,” Sara said.

“Fuck you, Robo-Fat!” Alexis shouted. “I would throw you around, and you know it! Polina keeps breaking you as it is! She had to be collared!” Sara typed on her phone to allow the collar to not block all of Polina's exhibitionist tendencies.

“This dress is too much,” Polina said.

“We want to see more of all of the sexy women,” The Spanish announcer said. RoboMic whooped it up. Polina stripped out of her dress down to some black lingerie, and decided to run her dress backstage. Alexis rolled her eyes. The fans loved seeing the Russian blonde's tight body and jiggly assets at a jog. Polina had run around in her lingerie on her date too as a dare, which you can watch here around minute 10

On the way back from backstage, Natasha chest bumped Polina. The red team of Natasha Ioana and Bianca Dragusanu both had long wavy hair with lots of volume and wore lots of MFL makeup with very thick red lipstick. The blonde, Natasha, wore a red one piece swimsuit. Polina looked a little bashful and non confrontational, which was not in character for her at all. Natasha held Polina's wrist and said, “I would whoop your ass too, Polina! Collared like this, I would have so much fun knocking you out and making you my sub!” Polina twitched. She wanted to be able to get in the ring, get dominated, fornicate, and be thrown to RoboMic and the horny audience, but she couldn't really verbalize that. She knew her libido and mind were being suppressed, but that was part of the training. She trusted Sara to not take it too far, even though they were rivals.

The old school sexfighter and Romanian TV personality, Bianca, looked slim and scintillating in lacy red lingerie. Her big boobs and cleavage mounds were on display with the red bra hugging her chest tight. Bianca had trained Natasha, and they both had lost to Sara, knocking them out of contention for the EMCASA title. They both had revenge in mind. Bianca calmed down Natasha and they made their way to the ring. Alexis stood behind the ropes on the ledge to fight second, and Natasha quickly hopped up and ducked the ropes before Bianca could get the chance to say she wanted action first.

“The rules are a little complicated,” F1 said in his black business suit. “It's 1 on 1 in the ring. Partner palms must touch for a swap, and then you have thirty seconds to get on the other side of the rope to discourage too much double-teaming. You have sixty seconds of time allowed outside the ring before punishment to discourage fighting down there. I will electrocute offenders and carry people back into the ring if need be.”

“Just stay over there and look pretty, Bianca,” Natasha said, cracking her knuckles. “I'll tag in for sex.”

“That won't be necessary,” F1 said. “The first defeated fighter will be subject to the desires of the other team up until the kill with all action in the ring legal and the losing team's partner a helpless spectator. I know you know the rules, but your words could've confused fans.”

“Helpless spectator or whacking off woah-man!” RoboMic said. “This is gonna be so hot!!”

A sound like a gong went off by F1's doing. Alexis didn't stop massaging Sara's shoulders. It was a wrestling ring, so Sara bounced off the ropes, and flew into action. Natasha hit Sara in the neck with a forearm lariat. Sara bounced off the mat and to her feet. She kicked hard into the side of Natasha's leg. The blonde grabbed Sara's hair and slugged her in the mouth. The brunette in the black bikini tackled her foe. Sara's shoulder speared Natasha's belly. The canvas was very springy, and Natasha pulled her knees up to not be mounted. Sara rocked Natasha in the kisser with a punch. Natasha kicked and kneed into Sara's chest and body.

The blonde Romanian in the red one piece swimsuit, Natasha, was distracted by Alexis leaning over the ropes to try and grab her hair. Sara kicked Natasha in the back of her thigh. Their fists collided. Sara kicked Natasha in the flank. The blonde groaned and grabbed Sara's black bikini top strap. Sara kicked Natasha in the haunch, nearly wedging her foot up that tight ass while grazing the pussy. Natasha yanked Sara's top, breaking it, but they were too close to get off a really good punch. Natasha's knuckles hit Sara's teeth and put a small cut on the now topless brunette's lips. Sara kneed Natasha in the belly as Alexis got a grasp of Natasha's wavy blonde hair. Sara punted Natasha between the legs, giving the sexfighter in the swimsuit a thin strand of red cloth camel toe.

Sara crashed her body into Natasha, unaware of Alexis's help so far. The models tangled against the ropes. Sara lifted, bounced, turned, and body slammed Natasha. Sara got elbowed in the mush and gripped her nails into Natasha's sideboob and suit. Natasha tried to headbutt Sara, sitting up, but got a face full of Sara's billowy bosoms. Sara tore off Natasha's bikini to a chorus of cheers and aroused fans. Natasha rolled her hips to knee Sara in the face. That bloodied the brunette's nose and face and stopped her from getting into a submission.

“Tag me in!” Alexis pleaded as the combative gals got to their feet. Sara shook her head. The topless brunette wanted more action with her naked adversary. Her attempt to tackle didn't work. She got shoved, and nearly got her cheek blasted with a haymaker. She blocked, but was off balance. The naked blonde looked awfully smug, sending a left hook into Sara's tit. Sara grimaced and belted Natasha in the kidney. Sara kicked high at Natasha's face, but the blonde ducked. As Sara spun, her rival uppercut her in the crotch. By the time Sara got turned around, she took a punch to the navel and one to the jaw. With her head flying backwards, her aim was off. Her fist indented Natasha's mammary flesh at the nipple. Natasha rifled a retaliation strike into Sara's boob, splitting sensitive areola skin. Sara noticed her surroundings and that she was getting cornered. She got popped in the chin.

The topless brunette in the black bikini bottoms, Sara, fell into the corner with her armpits over the ropes in a daze. Blood dribbled down her chin. She threw an elbow, suspecting Bianca to attack her, but the lingerie model stayed away. Natasha buried her fist into Sara's belly. Sara moaned and hunched. Her engorged boob touched her own knee. She tried to kick Natasha, but the nudist turned and took the blow to hip. Natasha rammed her ass into Sara's stomach and timed a perfect elbow strike to obliterate Sara's mouth. The brunette bikini babe clawed into Natasha's back. Natasha stomped Sara's ankle and elbowed her in the ribs. Natasha crammed the back of her head into Sara's face. Sara leaned over, strangling Natasha from behind before she got knocked out and lost first. Her chest squished against Natasha's back as the blonde bent over to launch her.

The airborne EMCASA champ, Sara, went with the momentum. She loosed one hand off her opponent's neck to grab hair. Her bicep pressed into Natasha's throat. Sara jerked and kept Natasha pulled forward. Sara's feet hit the bouncy surface. She hopped like she was on a trampoline diagonally back towards Alexis, pulling Natasha along. Sara got a good deal of steam, and leaped up to knee Natasha in the grill. The naked blonde toppled over with whiplash and a splatter of scarlet. Sara fell backwards, clapping hands with Alexis perfectly. Sara tumbled onto her side and then rested on her front, glad to make the tag.

“Nice work, Tasha,” Bianca said. “You really weakened Sara. Now let me in.”

Sara slid under the bottom ropes and looked up at the action. Natasha was to her feet. She stuck out her tongue at Bianca and said, “I got this!” But she didn't. Alexis was fast, fierce, and ready to take advantage of a weakened opponent. The blonde in the white bra and panties kicked her naked adversary right in the jaw. Natasha's mandible shifted and her teary eyes glazed over. She looked ready to fall over. Alexis used her long powerful legs, taking after Sara's training, and booted Natasha in the belly-button. Natasha hunched and coughed up blood, unwilling to tap out, even though she was close enough. Alexis jerked Natasha by the hair back to the center of the ring. Natasha rammed her shoulder into Alexis's stomach. Alexis stood her ground. Alexis kneed up and into Natasha's tit and then her chin. Natasha put her hands up, flailing, and Alexis waited. Sara's student spun with a roundhouse kick and busted Natasha's pretty face with a knockout kick.

With her naked lover banged up and unconscious in the center of the ring, there was nothing Bianca could do but watch as Alexis bounced off the ropes and continued the torture of her play thing. Alexis dropped both knees into Natasha's belly, eliciting a squeal of anguish. Alexis pinned and mounted Natasha. The nude fighter tapped into desperation strength, but Alexis headbutted Natasha. Fans couldn't believe the gore on no serum. Natasha was out cold, and Alexis while dizzy and hurt, missed several punches and elbows down until she began to hit pay dirt and pummel Natasha's face to a meaty pulp. Alexis took her fingernails to Natasha's heaving chest, shredding and gouging Natasha's tits. Alexis then got up, sprinted to the ropes, ricocheted off, and flipped head over heels. Alexis's tight booty hit the mat and her leg came down like a guillotine, cracking into Natasha's now crooked and elongated neck. The blonde's tongue hung out. Her bloody face was hidden by wet dirty blonde locks.

“Natasha is out first and unable to fight!” F1 said, getting sex toys from the ringside portable chamber. Sara got naked to enjoy the strap-on more, but Alexis put hers on while leaving on her white bra and panties. Sara and Alexis kissed. Alexis stomped on Natasha's chest and flexed a bicep. Alexis was eager to flip Natasha over and fuck her from behind. She forced Natasha onto her knees, and Sara face fucked the blonde loser. Sara pulled out several times to bat Natasha with the dildo part and to slap Natasha's face, breasts, and skin. The skin slapping sounds continued with Alexis spanking and thrusting. She was pulling out strands of Natasha's hair too. Sara grabbed Natasha's arm to make her stroke the dildo shaft, but then just snapped the weak and brittle appendage with Natasha resisting. Natasha screamed, but Sara shut her up with an extra load and the prosthetic jammed into her mouth.

Bianca looked very angry watching, and turned away for one moment. Alexis took that opportunity to get up, and kick Bianca in the face. The busty team red leader fell onto and broke a cheap white plastic collapsible table. “I'm gonna kick her ass out there and finish this!” Alexis said to Sara. Her lover grabbed her bra to stop her, but Alexis pulled away,

“Be patient,” Sara said, glad to be stripping Alexis. Sara reached for Alexis's thigh and crotch. Her blonde ally jammed Sara's plastic rod into Natasha's mouth and cranked Natasha's head. CRACK! The Romanian blonde was dead and only upright hanging onto Sara's crotch piece. Alexis ducked the ropes and hopped down to take on Bianca.

“You really pissed me off!” Bianca said, unclasping her red bra from behind. Her large bosoms flopped out. She added, “You didn't even let my lover Natasha cum!” Alexis tried to kick the brunette lingerie model in the face. Bianca barely blocked. She ducked, grabbed Alexis by the protruding handlebar at her waist, and took a punch to the face. Bianca jerked Alexis and stomped the blonde's knee pit. Alexis yelped and unstrapped the dildo. In the short time Alexis's hands were busy, her leg got kicked and her stomach got punched. She threw an elbow at Bianca's head. That got blocked. Bianca flicked her wrist and the leather strap of the sex toy whipped across Alexis's cheek and eye, scoring off skin.

Sara hung over the ropes on the other side, naked, and adorned like a futanari chick, trying to ask the Spanish announcer whether it was ok to drag the loser around the crowd. Sara was also interested to make sure that Natasha was going to get proper healing in the CryoBag with EMCASA cyborgs and the staff here working together. Sara looked to see how Alexis was doing, imagining that getting Bianca in the corner and tag teaming her with timed palm touches would've been ideal for putting Bianca down. The translation took too long for Sara to hear 'no'. She decided to hop down and out of the ring, noticing a hologram time projection over her head in red from F1. Alexis's time had just reset to 60 seconds since Bianca had hit her. When Alexis kicked Bianca in the flank, Bianca's timer reset too.

The two topless lingerie models were thick in battle near the fans in the stands. F1 said, “I will allow five minutes of battle out here before you both get shocked.” Alexis picked up a piece of the broken table. Bianca threw the strap-on at the tall blonde. Alexis used the white plastic surface like a shield. Bianca stomped Alexis's knee. Alexis smashed the table into Bianca's face, giving the busty brunette a bit of a nosebleed. Bianca grabbed the table. The two women wrestled with it. Alexis kicked Bianca in the crotch. Bianca yelped and sent the table piece flying. Alexis punched Bianca in the tit. Sara ran to the scene, distracting Bianca. This allowed the blonde lingerie model to kick Bianca in the side of the head. The chesty chick in the red panties, staggered and fell over, turning her sights on Sara.

“I'm not going to double team you unfairly,” Sara said, putting her hands on her hips. She looked up at her timer due to the fans shouting at her. It was down to five. Sara needed to run back to the ring. Instead; she watched Alexis pick up a folding chair. Sara felt electricity char and debilitate her. Her hair frizzed. Her skin was scorched and giving off smoke. She couldn't even feel that she was on her knees or hear the sound of the chair crashing into Bianca's head. Sara felt like shit after that. She'd already been injured a lot. She motioned with a compliant hand wave to F1 and climbed back into the ring.

The Team Red leader, Bianca, was bloodied, and disappointed to have to deal with Alexis and not Sara. Alexis noted this with distaste and said, “Eyes on me, BITCH! I'm going to Finish you and rip your fucking tits off!!” Alexis raised the dented chair high over her head. The gash at Bianca's head bled. She kicked Alexis in the stomach as the blonde slammed the chair down. Bianca got her forearm in the way. Bianca's arm tingled and felt numb for a moment. She got to her feet. Bianca jammed her heel into Alexis's bruised leg. Bianca grabbed Alexis's hair and pulled. The blonde's chin and face got yanked into the wall dividing the fans from the battling area. Alexis shrieked and a smattering of blood hit fans in the front row.

Once Bianca got feeling in her arm, she attacked Alexis's arm. She kneed Alexis in the navel and then snaked a gavel kick into Alexis's spine. The blonde dropped the chair and hunched over, whimpering. Bianca sat on Alexis's head and plowed a fist into Alexis's temple. With the booty drop, Alexis was forced down quickly. Her face hit the chair. Either way it was going to be a painful landing. Bianca rubbed her booty into Alexis's pained face, and then walked behind the downed blonde to grab her ankles. Bianca remembered Sara getting zapped, looked up, and saw her own timer getting low since Alexis hadn't struck her in a while. Bianca slung Alexis over her shoulder, and ran them to the ring. Bianca barely got there in time, jumping, and sandwiching Alexis against the canvas. The topless underwear models got tangled in the ropes and Alexis got off a decent kick to Bianca's belly that almost knocked the brunette off the ledge again. Bianca was able to grab the ropes this time. She slung herself over the top layer of twine.

The slender American got up and dove onto the mat to avoid being kneed in the face. Alexis's white panties were wet and dotted with blood stains. She got to her feet with a limp and ran to tag her partner, Sara. Bianca dove, mashing her boobs into Alexis's butt and hip dimples with a tackle. Alexis's foot knocked Bianca in the jaw. Bianca turned Alexis over, and leaned back to stick her chest in the way of a punch. Then Bianca landed a critical right handed blow to Alexis's head. The blonde's dome bounced. Alexis's eyes went glossy before jamming shut. She was unable to stop Bianca from mounting her. Bianca went for the neck with karate strikes, finishing her foe. F1 announced, “Alexis is unable to fight,” but Bianca kept at the downed victim, clawing and biting her tits. The tan Romanian woman, Bianca, ripped off her own red panties and humped Alexis in the face while waiting on a sex toy.

“You gotta watch this now,” Bianca said, grinning to Sara. Sara winked and blew Bianca a kiss. Bianca got up, holding Alexis over her knee. She depantsed Alexis and spanked her booty. Bianca had torn into Alexis's tits, since the blonde had mauled Natasha's beautiful body in a similar way. Bianca asked for the lone dildo instead of a strap-on, and decided to swat Alexis over her knee and penetrate the pussy with a twisting up and down motion with her other hand.

As tired as they were, Sara and Bianca were both horny. Sara's chest heaved. She thought about touching herself, but there would plenty of satisfaction and pleasure once she and Bianca were one-on-one again. Sara looked over to the commentators and realized that she hadn't restricted RoboMic from accessing his genitals. Polina was being good and under control, but looking at RoboMic's hands under the table, probably wishing she could do the same or help get him off; not that he needed it. Sara blushed and looked back to Bianca. Alexis was so sexy. Sara wanted to ride Alexis. Bianca pulled out the dildo and licked it. She sat on Alexis's face again, winding her legs around Alexis's neck. Alexis looked brittle and pale. Bianca rotated her hips and had no trouble snapping Alexis's neck. Bianca tossed the dildo at Sara who dodged. Sara ducked the ropes to fight now. F1 grabbed Alexis's body off the mat. Sara didn't need to see Alexis get bagged. She also did not see how the dildo landed right in RoboMic's mouth.

The two nude brunettes were dialed in. Sara nearly penetrated Bianca, racing in. Their hands clasped, grappling. Bianca's knee knocked around and broke the plastic shaft of Sara's strap-on. Sara was able to knee Bianca in the kidney. Sara's arms and breasts shook with Bianca's strength being too much. Bianca headbutted Sara. Sara backed off, seeing stars. Sara aimed a kick for Bianca's face. She nailed the busty broad in the ribs and the boob. Bianca hit Sara square in the jaw with a punch. An uppercut to the chin and and stomp to the stomach was a combination landing Sara in the corner. Feeling very low on energy, Sara salvaged more time by lunging and elbowing Bianca across the face. Sara scooted up the turnbuckle. Bianca tried to shove her off. Sara hopped over that and barely stuck the landing atop the corner post. She kicked Bianca in the eye, drawing blood. Sara squatted and slammed both palms into Bianca's tits. The brown haired nude TV persona fell backwards. Sara stood up straight and jumped for Bianca. She planned to slam her knee into Bianca belly, but her enemy rolled frantically at the last second to dodge. Sara's leg was jarred and hurting, but she got to her feet quickly, grazing a punch to Bianca's belly.

The fierce competitors exchanged body blows with their minds racing. Nothing was hitting high with sloppy aim and blocking. Bianca's will to compete at a high level and her libido was now fueling her more than revenge. Sara also really wanted to win despite being zapped and taking a ton of damage. Sara had to pull Bianca's hair to get her in a headlock. Sara kneed Bianca in the pussy and socked Bianca in the face. The crafty veteran fighter squirmed free, kicking Sara's injured leg. Sara got belted in the lips. Carmine blood flew. Sara punched Bianca in the ear. Bianca kicked Sara in her hourglass curve. Sara yelped and turned with the impact. She couldn't dodge getting rammed into the ropes. Sara got punched hard in the mandible. She was losing. She grabbed the ropes. Bianca launched herself for a cross body slam and to catapult Sara off the ropes to the mat. Sara threw herself down, holding a middle rope, and Bianca went over top. Bianca's big tits got a little rope burn as she went over, holding on. Sara elbowed Bianca in the stomach. Bianca began to slip.

As the chick with the leather strap around her waist stood up, she kicked hard into Bianca's hands. Bianca's fingers loosened and her toes hit the side of the ring. Sara spun in her naked elegance and glory, kicking between ropes into Bianca's bruised ribs. Bianca plummeted down to the ground, slipping, and trying to not land too badly. Her butt hit the ground and her shoulder jutted out from landing on her arm. Bianca's big boobs jiggled. Sara crawled under the ropes and got up to hopefully finish her foe. She began a backflip for momentum on a kick or stomp landing. Bianca's face looked afraid. Bianca kicked into the side of the ring. It wasn't going to move much, but the ropes did sway, barely snagging Sara's toes. Sara really had to kick her feet over her head to complete the spin and was out of control. She was no longer the aggressor. She stuck the landing, but Bianca was able to get up and punch Sara in the stomach.

Gutted, Sara whimpered and drooled blood, feeling her adversary's fist still forcing deeper inward. A stomp to her bad leg put Sara on her back. Bianca climbed atop Sara and quickly transitioned into some leg-lock torture. Sara could feel her ligaments tearing first. She managed to kick Bianca in the side of the head once, but not enough to stop her impending loss. The fans knew it was over when Bianca snapped Sara's leg that hadn't been injured yet. Bianca was completely gassed. She sprawled out over Sara, trying to suffocate Sara in her bosoms. That wasn't going to work, so Bianca had to wrap her thighs around Sara's neck as she'd done to Alexis.

“I believe we have a victor,” F1 said, handing Bianca the dildo she had beckoned for. The same ribbed and lubed rod that had been in Alexis was now used to pleasure Sara. Sara ate out Bianca, making Bianca forget all about Natasha in the heat of the moment. Bianca did her part getting Sara to orgasm too with the dildo play. The hotter the sex got, the tighter Bianca's sculpted legs clamped to Sara's neck. Bianca barely had the energy left for the kill. It took several attempts rolling over and side to side to break Sara's neck. Bianca humped Sara in the nose a few more times with everything sweaty and sticky there. Bianca pumped her fists in victory, standing on wobbling legs.

“I did it!” Bianca said. “It helped Sara got zapped and Natasha hurt her bad. I couldn't have done it without my lover!”

“Do we give her serum now to help her heal?” RoboMic asked.

Polina stood up, sauntered over to Bianca, and then knocked out the naked brunette with a belly busting punch. Bianca hung over Polina's fist unconscious. Polina giggled. She'd been hoping to break the mind control with Sara dead, but that wasn't happening. “I can entertain the crowd,” Polina said. The Russian blonde was going to try to disobey the mind control collar. Unfortunately for her, the staff of the fighting venue saw her and RoboMic as threats and risks. There was some extra curricular activity backstage, but not near as kinky or deadly as Polina could get when she wasn't subdued like this.

 

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EMCASA Rivals Sexfight Death Match: 17. Carmela Cream vs 7. Sara C

The Spanish announcer in the underground arena was flanked at the commentators' table by Megan Fox and Alexis Ren. Both slender models wore mind control collars, but were acting of their own accord with no demands currently happening. Fans were looking forward to a more sexual and brutal showing as Sara and the EMCASA squad had been working to get rights to do more here. Behind the ring, the new Queen of kink, trying to take over for Polina, was Russian blonde Mandy. She stood in a red bikini and skirt with her breasts puffed up in front of a bunch of sex toys, bdsm gear, and weapons. There were stools, ropes, cords, tables, ladders, handcuffs, etc and all very close and accessible to the ring which was not caged off tonight. A few strap-ons, dildos, clamps, shockers, firecrackers, and other assorted goodies hung from the ceiling over the ring. It would take a hell of a serum powered jump or a spring from the top ropes to get these. Any of the folding ladders could also help.

The two brunettes met face to face in the ring. They'd been injected by Foxy Corp androids with a serum similar to what the MFL was currently using; only 5mL instead of the usual 10 and little to no healing ingredients in it. American brawler, Carmela, had her onyx locks in two long hanging braids. Her skin was very tan except where there was whitish flesh left from a regular bikini that had covered her chest on the beach. Carmela's strapless pink top stayed on due to some adhesives just as Sara's black strapless bikini top did. The brunette EMCASA champ, Sara, had her brown hair in a ponytail. Both women were slender with plenty of feminine charm in front and behind. Carmela's bikini bottoms had white straps and lining, hanging low enough to see a bit of the tattoo at her pelvis. Carmela gave Sara a shove and shouted, “I like all the options I have to kill and fuck the champ! Long live the Queen, my ass! You're dead and done like the old British hag, bitch!”

“One of us will get the advantage again between us,” Sara said. “It'll be me. I set this up and I don't intend to lose! Your bones snapping and your whimpers are all that me and the fans want to hear!”

“Shut your mouth, whore!” Carmela said. “I'm going to enjoy ripping your limbs off, and finding new ways to fill your holes and utterly destroy you! You've gone too far! You're a worse villain than Megan and Maria, collaring them.” Sara scoffed and rolled her eyes. That was a major overstatement. Megan even admitted that from the commentators' table, but Carmela thought that was the mind control talking. Sara looked up at the big plastic cock of a strap-on hanging almost low enough to touch. Carmela didn't wait for the bell, she kneed Sara in the pussy. The American model climbed up Sara's hip and shoulder, kneeing the Romanian woman in the schnoz. Carmela snatched the toy, and bounced on the springy mat. As she buckled the belt around her waist and turned, Sara punched her in the mouth. Carmela got her head back around and grappled.

Sara knew it was likely she'd get distracted again. She just had to make sure she had the upper hand first. This was going to be sexfighting all the way through. Sara kicked Carmela in the flank. Carmela yelped, getting overpowered at the arms. Their knees knocked. Carmela clawed Sara's arm and chest. Sara bopped Carmela in the nose. Carmela reeled. Sara pulled on Carmela's top and delivered a blood splattering punch. The now topless brunette hit the deck. Sara grinned and dove atop her rival, deciding she wanted the very toy around Carmela. With her tits already hanging out and clawed, Sara made swift work of shredding her black bikini top and bottom to be naked. As she situated the strap-on, sitting on Carmela's back, the babe in the pink and white bikini bottoms reached for a pull tab and zip line. Carmela grunted and stretched.

Finally both jobs were done successfully. Sara was ready to penetrate Carmela. She hit Carmela in the neck, and then grabbed for a leg for submission. Carmela pulled the zip line and wound it around Sara's neck, chocking her. Carmela got to her feet, headbutting Sara. She know had the advantage as Sara tried to pry the line off her jugular with tense fingers. Carmela saw Sara's pale skin getting blue and kept winding the zip line around further and tighter against the turnbuckle and Sara's neck. Sara reached up for clippers, but was never going to get them. Carmela socked Sara in the belly. Sara began to unwind, but it was too late. She got choked out and belted in the belly to boot. A roundhouse kick would've put Sara on her ass if she hadn't been wrapped so tight.

With her Romanian rival temporarily passed out, Carmela got herself a strap-on. She smacked Sara's chin as the ponytailed warrior came to. Carmela said, “You fucked up!” She leaned in intimately close and kneed Sara in the cooter. Carmela pressed the release button on her phallic add on. Fake jizz squirted into Sara's bloody face and spattered onto her chest. It was warm and sticky. Sara began to get her nails to break into the twine. Carmela unwound Sara the rest of the way, palmed the back of her head and hair. Carmela shoved the nude brunette onto the mat. Sara was on all fours, and Carmela entered her from behind. Carmela jerked back on Sara's arm. Pop! Sara moaned. Carmela elbowed Sara in the back of the head. She wound up her fist, and plunged it into Sara's anus. Sara cried and howled.

“Your slut pussy is next!” Carmela said, standing up. She kicked Sara in the ribs onto her back. Carmela spit on her hand. Sara kicked Carmela between the legs. The bikini bottoms cloth frayed. Sara tackled Carmela. The force of the hit allowed Sara's big rod to push through the cloth and into Carmela's glory hole. Carmela yelped, getting squashed against the turnbuckle. Sara pulled out and came in Carmela's belly button and on her foe's hands. Carmela reached for a firecracker on a cord that was moving up and down with Mandy operating that tease with levers. Carmela grasped the item, but her hand was too slick. Sara cracked Carmela in the jaw with a punch. Sara catapulted off the ropes to grab nipple clamps. She landed on the mat, and delivered a spin kick to Carmela's neck, downing the babe with the braided hair.

Sara hunched over Carmela, forcing the big black veiny prosthetic into Carmela's bleeding mouth. Sara humped Carmela, shooting loads of goo into her throat. Carmela's body bounced on the mat. Her wet thighs were a ready target. Sara put the nipple clamps onto Carmela's teats, making the whore scream and gurgle on semen. The tender breast flesh tore and bled. Sara rammed her fist into Carmela's pussy, eliciting a squirt from the losing chick. Sara grabbed a leg and pulled. CRACK! Pop! Carmela screamed and writhed in agony. Sara dropped an elbow into Carmela's cum filled navel. She crawled atop Carmela and kissed her. Carmela gave Sara a shove, showing will left to fight. The brunettes traded blows to the face. Carmela shucked Sara off and took off the nipple clamps, wincing.

“I'll do double worse than you did to me!” Carmela shouted, charging at Sara. She kicked high up into Sara's chest. Her foot crammed into Sara's orb. Sara grit her teeth and rammed her shoulder into Carmela's abs. The sweaty chick fighters hugged in a clinch. Carmela limped bad. Sara's arm dangled a bit. She got feeling in it and smacked Carmela's ass. Sara spanked her rival and battled the sex toy to win superiority into Carmela's wet kitty. Carmela cooed. The heads of the brown haired lasses collided. Dizzied, Sara, lifted Carmela in a bearhug, squeezing and popping the rag doll's back. Carmela arched, kicked, cried, and protested. “NOO!!”

“You weren't good enough this time, slut!” Sara said. “To the sexy toys!” She grunted and tossed Carmela over the ropes. The American girl flailed. Her ass hit the cold hard ground and then her arm got wrenched trying to catch herself. It was a bad fall. Sara climbed down and out of the ring. Carmela crawled towards a big hammer on the ground, looking up at Mandy's pussy. Mandy stood still and didn't interfere. Carmela punched Mandy in the thigh and snatched the weapon. Sara stomped Carmela's ankle. Carmela screamed. Carmela swung the hammer and it grazed Sara's lean tummy. Sara kicked Carmela in the elbow. Carmela dropped the weapon. “Shut up and take it!” Sara said, grabbing Carmela's arm. SNAP! She broke the bone at the elbow joint. Sara stomped Carmela's chest and then titty fucked her. Sara slapped and pushed Carmela's bosoms together grinding the plastic between the sweaty meat mounds. “You like it!” Sara said. Sara wrenched Carmela's neck, getting lovely crackling noises and squeals. Sara grabbed Carmela's hair and temples, thrashing her, and forced the dick into Carmela's mouth. “Now you wanna suck it!” Sara gloated, domesticating her rival. Carmela's eye shadow ran with her tears. She was submissive and knowing she was done.

The victorious Romanian unloaded more artificial white substance all over Carmela's body and then wrestled her, flipping the broken woman over to choke from behind. Sara jizzed on Carmela's back and spanked her booty raw. Sara even rammed the rod into Carmela's ears. With the victim losing consciousness, Sara pulled her up by the hair. WHAM! She socked Carmela in the jaw. Sara then shoved Carmela against the back wall. She got the zip tie pulls and strung Carmela up by the wrists and ankles like a defenseless starfish. Sara put a ball gag into Carmela's mouth, and then grabbed an extra large purple vibrating and spinning dildo to ream into Carmela's private area. Carmela struggled against the bindings to no avail. Carmela nearly spun from the toy delivering so much pleasure. Carmela's face only had color because of arousal. Sara went to the levers to lift Carmela up against the back wall, straining Carmela's ligaments and hearing more joint bursting damage.

The role of victor and dom had gone to Sara who set up the ladder. She climbed it in order to mash her pussy into Carmela's face and rub her ass into Carmela's broken nose. Fluids dribbled down Carmela's chin with the big red ball slobbered on all over in her busted lips. Sara dismounted from the ladder and then folded it. She swung the steel, crashing it into Carmela's ribs and face. Bones were broken, and Carmela hung spread out, unable to hold in everything that came rushing out from between her legs that she'd been repressing while alive. Sara dropped the ladder and really cranked the levers on the wall. Carmela was pulled so wide that her limbs popped off with squirts of crimson. Her torso fell down and her spread private area landed right on top of the big still whirring sex toy.

“That fatality and show of force got me horny,” Megan said. “What a climax! I could and will do better when I get my turn again though. Take notes Alexis, you weak bitch. I'm a better sex slave too.” Fans cheered. Cyborgs came to bag Carmela's body. Sara's breathing was labored. She needed a healing herself and had barely survived that battle. She thought Alexis vs Megan would be worth watching in the future, and started thinking of tag team options too. For now, this win had been very satisfying.

 

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Alexis vs Natasha

It’s a cold night somewhere in the Romanian Carpathian mountains where a small crowd waits for a 10 fights event to start. It’s been quite some time since the top Romanian fighters where back fighting on home soil and the crowd is excited to welcome back their international super star sexy fighters. Nearby the arena resorts and hotels is a small airport where the last plane lands.

Bianca Dragusanu and her blonde tag team partner, Natasha, walk out of the private jet. They both take long breaths and enjoy the clean air of the mountainside before they are quickly brought to the arena in a limousine.

“One way or another we are always late. At least this time it wasn’t our fault .” Natasha tells Bianca as they are walking to their private locker-room. Still feeling the jetlag, the two take a shower together in an erotic fashion, almost fucking right there under the hot water stream. But their sexy shower is cut short by an announcement by a speaker in the room that they must get ready in 5 minutes.

The arena is packed with fans all the way around, waiting for the first fight to be announced. Above the fighting area a hologram shows the fans the first lady who’ll fight. It's Alexis Ren.

“Go get her girl! “ Sara tells her friend as she slaps her butt for good luck. In the past few weeks the two trained together and Alexis improved quite a bit . On the other hand, Sara the EMCASA champ, lost 3 out of her last 4 fights and the last one still stings quite a bit, losing to her rival Megan Fox, totally humiliated before and after the fight and ripped into pieces. Alexis too got beaten badly by Megan and she wants to prove that from now on, she’s a different and better fighter. It looks like some fighters need some time to get used to different types of serum, some serum are considered safer in the long run for the fighters and they all have different effects and perks.

Alexis takes off her dress completely as the fans cheer her, revealing only a pair of fragile transparent panties as she waits for her opponent.

From the other entrance Natasha powerwalks straight up to Alexis and gets in the nearly nude woman's face. Natasha's tag partner and lover, Bianca, won their fight against Sara and Alexis but with Bianca the lone survivor. The two sexy blondes have their tits pressed against each other and their eyes locked as they exchange some insults.

“ Your ass is mine bitch!" Alexis says. "I’m going to beat and fuck it!”

“Fuck off you whore!" Natasha says. "I’m better than you and you know it!” The night air is damp and cool as they wait for the bell to ring. The sweat from their breasts makes Natasha's top see through. After another chest bump, the two take a few steps back. Then the bells rings for the first fight of the night.

DING! DING! DING!

Natasha takes off her glasses and throws them at Alexis, aiming at her opponent’s eyes, but they are slapped mid air before the intended impact. The two gorgeous women engage into a furious fist fight. Natasha’s top and Alexi’s panties don’t last long as they are shredded into pieces in less than a minute. The two clearly improved as they keep fighting with a tempo that the fans have never seen from them. Natasha is cheered louder as the Romanian beauty seams to get the better of the first minutes of the fight and even tries to break the American's legs with a couple submission moves. But the nude blonde knows how to escape the holds. It seems like her training paid off as she gets on top of Natasha. She inflicts some damage with her nails and punches, mainly to Natasha’s tits until her rival manages to wiggle her way out from under Alexis's ass and legs. Alexis just misses pulling off some kind of submission hold, clawing and grasping at the Romanian's supple body, limbs, and golden locks.

The girl in white Calvin Klein panties gets Alexis down with a few good hits to the ribs. She knees the American in the nose, getting a spray of blood. Alexis falls onto her back, hitting the cold hard ground. Natasha goes for a tit smother, but she fails after only a few seconds as she’s thrown to the side by a knee to the back. The next minutes are a mix of kickboxing at a furious pace. Just when it looks like Natasha is again about to get the better of this exchange, a hard low blow comes out of nowhere from Alexis. The kicks snakes around Natasha's back, damaging her vertebrae, making her chest swell, and eliciting a shrill scream. Natasha falls to her knees --stunned. that sends her on her knees. Alexis gasps and recovers, rubbing her bruised ribs. She bends over and increases Natasha's pain and suffering with a hard fist blow. Natasha's body feels numb. Still on her knees, Natasha can only reach up at Alexis to try and gouge Alexis’s eyes out. Both of Natasha's hands get snatched before that and 8 of her fingers get broken and snapped! Alexis seems to be taunting and enjoying ruining Natasha with their faces close enough to kiss. From that point Alexis calmly beats Natasha's face and body before lifting the limp warrior, and ending the fight with an over the head back breaker.

Natasha curses out of frustration and pain. Alexis rips off Natasha's white panties that are firmly wedged up her clenched ass and wet pussy. Natasha is shut up by her own panties being shoved in her mouth and then she is slapped silly. The winner serum dart hits Alexis in the back as her pretty body gets healed. She gestures to Sara to toss down her cum filled strap-on dildo. Alexis enters Natasha missionary at first while she sucks and plays with the loser’s tits and just before she makes Natasha cum, she pulls out, flips her over on all fours and fucks her in the ass. A minute later full of deep, fast anal with vicious welt leaving spanks, accompanied by Natasha’s muffled moans, Alexis makes the loser cum from ass fucking only. Natasha seems to like anal or her weak body betrayed her…or both. Next, Alexis forces her fake cock down Natasha’s throat, filling the flushed and spent broad's lungs with cum just like she'd done to Natasha's pussy and ass. Then Alexis tit fucks Natasha and puts her back on all fours for another hard anal session. This time, Alexis calls Sara down into the clear boxy fighting arena. Natasha submissively licks Sara’s pussy into orgasm. The toy Alexis uses to penetrate is left shoved inside Natasha's ass. Natasha is forced to eat Alexis into orgasm as well. Sara makes eye contact with Bianca D as she gives Alexis space to lift the broken fucked woman up. Sara wants nothing more than to beat Natasha’s mentor and see who’s the better woman since both have killed each other once in the past.

For the finisher Alexis plants her foot between Natasha’s tits, grabs her wrists and rips her arms off. As the dying woman falls on her knees, Alexis does a cartwheel, lands on Natasha’s shoulders with her pussy into the loser’s face, and quickly she twist her hips violently! CRACK! She breaks Natasha’s neck 180 degrees and gets off Natasha's slumped shoulders. Alexis holds Natasha by the hair. The cum covered dead woman twitches and spits more cum over her big fucked ass with her head facing the wrong direction and down. Her body twitches and no more spit or motion is left.

DING! DING! DING!

The signal for the end of the fight arrives, and Alexis is declared victor of the first fight catfight in the Carpathians.

 

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Carpathian Mountains Match 2: Bianca Fund vs Lora Petrescu

Bianca is still upset by her two most recent losses to those sluts Mandy and Emily, as she stands across the arena opposite the blonde, Lora. Biancais usually a hot head, but tonight, she just looks at her rival and listens to Lora’s threats. The topless blonde talks a lot of smack and Bianca merely glares with high intensity.

DING! DING! DING!

Bianca gets the better of the first exchange, showing her power after grappling and breaking free to strike Lora. Bianca throws Lora around, into the walls, and onto the ground like a bitch, but the blonde keeps getting back up and fights pretty well. Slowly but surely Lora gets in control, striking Bianca more often than the brunette can. Lora is unable to land any massive hits. She goes for big punch and misses. Bianca knees Lora in the gut. The blonde buckles and hangs over Bianca's knee. Bianca rakes her nails over Lora's pretty face. Bianca next slams her big ass on Lora’s back, and bashes Lora’s face into the ground. Despite that, Lora fights back as well as she can, but the damage has been done. The blonde stops her foe from mounting her with little consolation is stripping Bianca nude in a scrum while getting beat down. Bianca throws Lora around wall to wall. Lora's back or front smashing and flattening into the walls are both erotic and leave her with no energy. Lora's spine hits the wall and she hunches over gasping. The fans cheer. Finally Bianca knocks Lora out with an ass drop to the face.

Finally back on the winning side, Bianca takes her time fucking the hot whore with no sex toys, just her bare hands and body. Fingering, pussy eating, spanking, scissoring, fisting, milking; all of those again and again turns Lora into a sex toy. Lora cums multiple times from scissoring, fisting and pussy eating. Lora eats Bianca pretty enthusiastically into a messy orgasm.

Bianca jumps up very high using the winner's serum dart as a boost, and she lands over Lora’s tits to flatten them like pancakes and almost brake the loser in half. Bianca than press her ass over Lora’s face and with her signature finisher, she rips Lora’s head with her ass.

DING! DING! DING!

 

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Carpathian Mountains Match 3: Ruby vs Bianca Juicy

Ruby is a vicious fighter who likes to slowly break her opponents. She fought around the world but never in the big leagues. On the other hand, Bianca Juicy is a fan favorite fighter who also fought in all the places that Ruby has, and Juicy did pretty well at the elite level too. A few years back, Ruby actually defeated Juicy, and their paths have never crossed again until now.

DING! DING! DING!

Like two vicious gladiatrixes the two throw caution to the wind as they batter each other with hits in a display of how to only attack. It was like the two wanted to establish dominance as quickly as they could. Their bodies bang into one another. Juicy gets knocked into the walls, but in just a few minutes, her speed, power, and especially her endurance have her on top for the rest of the fight. Juicy knocks Ruby into the air with uppercuts and kicks, and then throws her. Ruby keeps coming back and landing punches, but Juicy blows through her defense. Juicy throws Ruby into the air and the walls. Ruby understands that she is now outmatched, but despite that, she keeps fighting, just to bloody Juicy's face and claw up her prized assets. Ruby gets her ribs broken being kicked against the wall, and no longer has the strength to fight back. Juicy KOs her with a series of elbows to the head.

Sara watches with anger as Bianca is shot with the winner's serum dart. Just like Juicy did to Sara, Juicy drags Ruby to the crowd where Ruby is banged. The tattooed woman gets her holes and tits used by a dozen of men and women. Ruby is forced to worship Juicy’s hot body. Ruby's mouth, ass, tits and pussy were used in that order the most. She endured almost as bad of sexual humiliation as Sara, but Ruby seems to not be at her first gang bang. She accepts her role of cock and pussy cum dump and by the end of it, she gets her tits and all 3 holes fucked at the same time.

The cum filled and covered tattooed woman is finally placed on her knees. Before she knew any better, she was beheaded and looking down at her headless body falling on the ground. Juicy had used her own tits and hands for the beheading and held Ruby's dark ponytail hair on the severed head high.

DING! DING! DING!

 

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Carpathian Mountains Match 4:

Ozana vs Alina

Ozana gets a good luck kiss from her partner Antonia on the cheek before she walk to the fighting area. Opposite to her stands Alina Vacariu in an even more revealing see-through outfit. Alina says, "I'm ready to beat this slut into a bloody pulp!" Ozana is not bothered by the threats. She winks in a half flirty and cocky manner and gestures for Aline to bring it on. Alina tears off her own dress to try and show up her foe.

DING! DING! DING!

The two models meet in the center with their fists up. Alina gets a few good shots to the face of Ozana and takes some to the gut in return. Most of the rest of the fight is down on the ground where they both exchange blows and submission holds. Both brunettes get stripped naked wrestling in close, hot, and steamy quarters. They manage to dislocate each others' joints, needing to use serum energy to heal. They end up scissoring. It’s clear that they like each other as they fight and fuck at the same time. Finally Alina gets her arm around Ozana’s neck -- just seconds away to choke the fellow model out. She gets thrown over head into the wall with Ozana breaking Alina’s arm and KOing the sexy bitch.

Using a long and flexible double ended dildo, Ozana starts by fucking herself and Alina. She makes the loser squirt A LOT before she makes her suck the toy. Ozana then flips Alina over to fuck Alina's ass and herself. Ozana orgasms all over the brunette’s nice ass cheeks. This continues for another hot round of fucking; all 3 holes fucked and one more orgasm from each before Ozana finally decides to end the fight.

For a few extra minutes Ozana kisses, licks, and sucks Alina’s sweaty, bruised, and beaten body, breaking the once cocky bitch into a submissive sex doll. With the sex toy shoved in both Alina’s holes primary sex holes, Ozana gets a strap-on to violently face fuck the loser to death -- so hard that it breaks Alina’s neck long before the smothering finisher. Ozana doesn’t want to destroy Alina’s sexy body and she leaves a note shoved inside Alina’s pussy with her phone number on one of her hotel cards, hoping for Alina to get a quick heal, and maybe join for a sexy long 3 way lesbian sex with Antonia after this event.

DING! DING! DING!

 

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Carpathian Mountains Match 5:

This fight is a rematch from EMCASA where Bianca barely survived Carmella and won. Carmella thinks that Bianca got super lucky, and tells her that to her face. Carmella, the American fighter, is looking for revenge. Bianca is still pissed off that her friend, lover, and student Natasha got beaten by a slut like Alexis. Bianca blames the jetlag, and looks a bit sluggish herself.

Both women gesture to start the fight already as soon as they step into the arena, scantily clad. Bianca mocks Carmella that she beat Sara, something that Carmella couldn't do twice in a row, with Carmela's rival, Sara getting ahead in their one on one score recently.

DING! DING! DING!

Blood, sweat, and tears fly in the air as the two girls pound on each other. Bianca is clearly the stronger one, but Carmella is the faster one. Bianca takes control of the fight and throws her opponent at the walls and towards the ground, but she can’t really get dominate or end the fight, even trying her best. Carmella has to endure some hard hits but she stays in the fight. Bianca tires of missing on knockouts or crippling slams and gets sloppy. Carmella is able to sidle behind the busty Romanian star and damage Bianca's shoulders and back. Carmella thinks Bianca is stunned and wants to throw her as retribution. Bianca whips around knocks Carmella in the jaw with an elbow. Bianca tosses a groggy Carmella into the wall and puts everything she has into a KO punch. Carmella uses that speed, and dodges. Bianca's fist hits the wall, severely breaking her wrist and hand. Carmella quickly grabs and attacks the broken bones. She breaks Bianca’s other hand before an impressive cartwheel KO kick to Bianca's jaw.

Carmella requests the same sticky strap-on dildo that Natasha was fucked with and uses it to go hard in Bianca’s holes. The much needed winner's serum dart has Mella really pound Dragusanu’s pussy and ass in multiple position and she makes her cum twice before a long tit fuck with cum loads shot all over Bianca's sexy, bruised, and beaten body and slack open-jawed face. Finally Carmella RIPS Bianca’s arms off and fucks her in the ass all over the arena. Carmella even cums herself from the constant pounding and the back of the strap-on rubbing against her crotch.

The armless woman also gets her legs ripped off, leaving her limbless before Carmella fucks the loser in the mouth and rips the tits off. Finally Carmella takes the now twice used prosthetic toy off and leaves it down the dead woman’s throat. She stomps and kicks a detached boob and pumps her fist in victory.

DING! DING! DING!

 

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Carpathian Mountains Match 6: Antonia vs Inna

The two singers and friends enter the fighting area and have a little chat before the fight. A “Good luck, you are going to need it” from Antonia, turns into some bitchy remarks and personal attacks from Inna. Since her last EMCASA fight, Inna found herself on a 4 fights winning streak so she has lots more confidence. Her fighting in some lower level promotions and arena venues has been very good. For Antonia, after beating Delia again, she has won 2 more times against some little known bitches with big mouths. She claims that Inna will be the next similar victim.

DING! DING! DING!

Antonia is on the back of her feet for most of the first half of the fight. Inna is having the performance of her life, controlling the pace and different phases of the match; while also escaping the submission master’s holds again and again. Punches, kicks, and headbutts have them both more excited despite the pain, seeing the damage mount. Breaths are heavy and the grappling gets more intimate. Antonia almost wins the fight a couple of times with some joint manipulation submission moves but, Inna's slipperiness allows her to turn the tables and force Antonia to need to escape! The fight is brutal, yet still skillful as the singers tire. They beat each other up badly. A hard kick to the throat leaves Antonia stunned enough for Inna to get on top and beat up the fellow singer’s face and tits. Inna knows Antonia is spent and that she won't stop covering her face no matter how badly her breasts are abused, but Inna likes to hear Antonia cry.

Antonia tries to fight back but she’s just beaten down with too much head, face, and body damage. She can't get up and the blows keep coming. Inna and the fans love Antonia's tits tortured and toyed with. Inna grabs a hold of her rival and ends the fight with a combo of shoulder dislocations and a KO knee to the mouth! Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. Even when it comes to an elite fighter like Antonia; this is true. Today was not her day. Inna gets shot with the winner's serum dart. She grabs a bunch of sex toys to fuck Antonia really, really hard!

It was the longest humiliation of the night with Inna enjoying every second of it as she fucks the former number 1 sexiest woman alive with a long vibrator. Inna fills Antonia's ass overflowing with cum from a massive dildo. Inna face fucks the loser and has an explosive orgasm. Inna spanks Antonia’s ass with a paddle. She then uses a Hitachi vibrator, vibrating nipple clamps, and another fat cum filled dildo to make Antonia cum again and again, so much that she passes out. Antonia is woken up by Inna fucking, mounting, and penetrating her broken body from the top position. With one of the dildos shoved inside Antonia’s mouth, and the other one and the vibrator inside Antonia’s pussy, Inna fists Antonia’s ass and makes the submission specialist cum yet again. Finally Inna decides to end it.

Again Inna wakes Antonia up with slaps to the face and taunting. Inna grabs the ashen white and goo covered loser by the hair and hoists her up. She takes the dildo from Antonia's mouth to make out with her, and makes razor sharp and intense eye contact with Antonia's partner, Ozana. A couple of years ago Inna got beaten by Ozana and she wants to finish the sexy woman the same way she was finished. With a few twists and pulls, Inna pops Antonia’s arms off. She grabs a long steel vibrator and shoves it upright in the ground. Instead of ending it quickly, Inna drags the humiliation on as she makes Antonia armless and bent over to suck on the dildo while spanking and fisting her. A final stomp to the back of the head ends the fight. The steel sex toy pops out from the back of Antonia’s skull. Inna grabs the dead woman to force her to kneel, grabs the dildo from both ends and CRACK, CRUNCH, SNAP… twists it until the head pops off at the jaw and mouth like the dildo was a crude can opener. Antonia falls and her shoulders hit the ground. Her ass is up. Inna snatches the dildo still sticking from the mouth of the severed head and jams it into Antonia's loosened and abused asshole!

DING! DING! DING!

 

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Carpathian Mountains Match 7:

Delia vs Mandy

Ever since her loss to that unknown slut Iryna and yet another loss to Antonia that followed, Delia hadn’t fought at all, and she simply enjoyed a long travel around the world and created more music. Mandy stood opposite her with somewhat newfound confidence after some underground fights, wins, and a draw vs Juicy where she was cheated from a win and plans to own this sexy slut and prove that she’s good. With both wanting to win very much, it’s just a matter of time to see who wants it more.

DING! DING! DING!

Mandy takes her hat and coat off, but before she could take her glasses off too, Delia smashes her heels into them like a super hero flying in the air. That was the last thing Mandy saw as her eyeballs were destroyed by the once expensive glasses. Mandy blindly lands a couple of lucky kicks as she tries her best to put healing energy into her sight, but it was to late. Delia just beats her up viciously and by the time Mandy’s eyes got half healed, the rest of her body was broken. From one unlucky fight to another, Mandy at least had a great showing for the Juicy fight. This one was very unlucky to start so handicapped due to Delia's awesome platform heels doing more destruction than seemingly possible at the start of the bell. Delia's quick thinking from the start was the deciding factor of this one sided beatdown. Mandy liked to strip and show off, and Delia knew that coming in. She got the last laugh, stripping off Mandy's top and bottoms, and then slowly and casually getting naked herself.

Delia had her android lover Robert enter the area with a strap-on as they both got their hands on poor Mandy. Fucked from all sides and holes, Mandy was even more woman-handled by Delia Matache. The blonde singer was barely hurt, but got the winner's serum dart anyway to rag doll fuck the busty loser. Mandy got spit roasted, double penetrated, milked and tit fucked and that was just the start. To compensate for the short fight, Delia and her lover fucked Mandy into multiple orgasms and in so many sex positions that by the time they double teamed her pussy and ass for the last time, Mandy was in dream land form the hardcore fucking. Delia fucked Robert on top of the unconscious woman, mostly in the pussy, but some anal too. Delia even sucked Robert off too while sitting on Mandy’s tits and made herself orgasm from fucking Mandy.

For the finisher, Delia woke Mandy up, ripping off her tits. Robert grabbed Mandy's ankles, Delia grabbed Mandy's wrists and pulled, literally ripping Mandy in half at the waste. Delia shoves Mandy’s head into Mandy's ass, and then poses for the crowd.

DING! DING! DING!

 

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Carpathian Mountains Match 8: Megan vs Maria

Ever since Maria betrayed Megan in the EMCASA tournament, the animosity was so thick, they were not often in the same room together, except when Sara had a party and had them both as collared sex slaves. After a loss to Carmella, Maria had just one fight in a minor venue. She mostly tried to learn how to fight with the new serum and without her curses while Megan seems already used to it and even got an impressive win over Sara, totally humiliating and destroying her. There was so help with mind control and libido enhancers by Juicy, but that's a different story.

...

A weak earlier…
Megan didn’t know why so many fighters decided to participate in a low level event somewhere in the middle of nowhere in the mountains, but she figured it made sense for the good Romanian fighters to go as it was a venue in their country. Immediately Megan demanded her closest friends and allies to see if that traitor Maria would be involved and as soon as Megan had confirmation, Megan sent a bribe to have her preferred match-up. It worked last time with Juicy to get her revenge on Sara and she is certain it will too with Maria. After Megan made sure that the fight wouldn’t provide any serum that she didn’t prefer, she booked a flight there. The bank transaction from FoxyCorp went smoothly as expected. The last time Megan saw that bitch Maria was when Maria lost to Carmella, and Megan plans to do much worse in defeating the traitor and rival.

...

After the two women enter the fighting area, they get nose to nose and exchange some very nasty worlds to one another; both ready to tear each other apart!

“Fucking traitor, I’ll destroy you and make you pay!”Megan says.

“Whatever cunt," Maria rebukes. "You were not and will never be on my level! I’m going to turn the Fox into a little bitch!”

DING! DING! DING!

The brunette in silver jeweled bra and panties and white high socks goes ballistic in the opening part of the fight and has Maria on her back foot most of the time, slashing and throwing everything she can at the bitch. Megan soon realizes this won’t be an easy fight as she takes some damage of her own. While she didn’t focus on a particular area of Maria, her opponent targeted her new tits and face. Megan thinks she is going to need more work done, and is slowly regretted the bigger boobs as they get mauled and are very sensitive. After a lot of fast action, they both got knocked down several times, but neither fighter seemed to get the upper hand. There is a few minutes of mostly rolling down on the floor fighting and wrestling like crazy bitches; no skills, just hitting whatever moves. With them both stripped nearly nude, clawed up, bruised, bloodied, and beaten, the two get back up and throw themselves at each other with fury.

As soon as Megan felt a weakness at Maria’s ribs, she focused her attacks at that area. Maria systematically focused at Megan's upper torso and head. She bloodies one of Megan's nipples and knocks out of Megan's teeth. Maria takes a kick to her side and chokes up blood, but somehow manages to catch Megan's leg -- and with a twist and an elbow to Megan's knee, she breaks Megan’s long sexy leg with a brutally loud CRACK! Both women again get down on the floor with Megan getting the better of it due to Maria’s broken ribs, but as soon as the Romanian got back up, Megan could only awkwardly hobble on one leg. Megan gets completely overwhelmed by a barrage of punches and kicks and a low kick to Megan’s good knee …CRACK!... That basically finishes the fight. Maria stomps Megan into a bloody pulp! She focused on destroying Megan's face and breasts with sadistic glee. Megan's new tits sag, a nipple is ruptured, and her face is hardly recognizable by the time Maria is done.

Maria takes off her swimsuit which was barely hanging on, and tears off Megan's sparkly pants and the one torn and remaining legging. Maria stands over a fallen Fox to get shot with the winner's serum dart.

The victorious woman got down over her prone opponent, tit to tit, face to face, and looked into those disorientated blue eyes and has a little chat with Megan. Maria says, "I got the Foxycorp money yesterday. I thought that you would never pay up you cheap whore. But what to expect from you? … Everything is cheep about you, you low class street corner whore!” Maria then announces and makes it clear that this event for the fighting fans all around the world was an event she paid for and put together. Maria had wanted this fight too, and claims that Megan is stupid when it comes to knowing the different types of serum and performing well on all of them.

Maria really treats Megan like a cheap street corner whore as she offers Megan to the crowd to fit their cocks in the ass, mouth, in between those fake tits, but not the pussy at all. Megan sucks and gets rocked by 8 VIP men and 3 of their wives wearing dildos while Maria grabs herself the biggest strap-on dildo that she could find. After 20 minutes of being gang banged, Megan cums explosively with a cock and a dildo in her ass while two more dicks are in her mouth. Maria sits on Megan's back and spanks her ass red. Maria brings Megan back in the fighting pit to fuck her with a strap-on in the pussy too, banging her in so many positions until that Megan cums twice more.

The once proud and cocky woman, Megan is paraded around the arena barely alive and fucked really good more. To her credit (or that she couldn’t actually say anything) she didn’t beg for mercy as Maria ragged her around with a final standing anal fucking. Megan's plan failed as she surprisingly lost to this woman again. Maria grabs Megan by the tits while kissing her and intermittently kneeing Megan hard in her wet ejaculate soaked pussy over and over again. Megan's broken legs flop around uselessly as she gets her privates tortured. Maria then crushes Megan’s tits flat and at the same time knees as hard as she could, blasting Megan in the jaw….CRACK… and the back of Megan’s head touches her own vertebrae -- the neck barely hanging on. The corpse falls down and in a flash. Maria grabs the dead woman’s hair and RIPPPPPPEDDD her head off!
Maria used Megan’s mouth to pleasure herself over the ruined body until she had the most explosive orgasm of her life!

DING! DING! DING!

 

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Carpathian Mountains Match 9

Nicoleta vs Madalina

The two Romanian models meet yet again. They’ve been fighting for years and it developed into a rivalry after going against one another enough times. While Madalina had 7 wins over her rival, Nicoleta only had 5. The last meeting was a relatively quick win for Nicoleta who made the cut for the EMCASA tournament barely. More recently, when Nicoleta had faced one of her rivals, Dajana, she lost, and since then she trained to get in better shape and improve her skills. Madalina didn’t do exactly well in EMACASA with one win and two losses, but since then she has a very good win/loss record, getting a fight almost weekly; staying active.

The fans feel the excitement and enthusiasm from the two gorgeous brunettes staring one another down; ready to renew their rivalry and go all out. Nicoleta's lingerie and fishnet style topless has her looking like a bad girl. Madalina's long sexy legs are deadly, but Nicoletta's focus goes to Madalina's very large bosoms for a moment. Madalina's white nearly see through panties and lingerie really show her perspiration, and she doesn't yet realize how the serum she got is building and resting in her chest and making both tits a lot bigger.

DING! DING! DING!

Madalina starts off good controlling the fight with kicks up until Nicoleta breaks her nose with a precise kick of her own. Only with ehr back hitting the wall and blood sopping onto her engorged mounds does Madalina realize how her body wasn't using the serum in an optimal way for her to win. From that point on, Madalina gets hammered with quick hits. The crowd watches cheering as Nicoleta slams Madalina into the walls again and again, breaking her spine and some ribs. Madalina's breasts had already fallen out and were exposed many hits ago, but now the swollen fun bags flopping into her lower ribs is more excruciating. This was one of the quickest fights of the night with Nicoleta sensing the weakness and going all out to own her rival. Gasping for breath, Nicoleta is over the moon happy standing over a twitching foe with wet white thong panties clung to her pussy. A winner's serum dart hits Nicoleta's sexy ass.

Nicoleta made Madalina worship her body and the loser was a more than willing participant to that, kissing, sucking and doing everything that she was requested of. A lot of pussy eating from both is a pleasant surprise for the beaten broad, Madalina. She is then slowly and sexually milked by fingers, toes, tongue, and then blunt force. That is followed by more pussy eating and fingering which makes Madalina beg for more! More lesbian sex with scissor fucking really adds to the blood and sweat. A face fucking and pussy and anal fisting left them both more than satisfied! Although most of Nicoleta's releases are from a strap-on or dildo, covering the loser, Nicoleta also had more than one ejaculating orgasm herself.

The finisher comes somewhat out of nowhere as Nicoleta has her legs snaked around Madalina’s head with everyone thinking that Nicoleta just wants to be eaten out one last time. Nicoleta uses her legs quickly with torn fishnets to scissor snap Madalina's elongated neck -- followed by a few more thigh clamps and scissoring until the head pops off the thoroughly fucked Romanian actress/model. Nicoleta gives Madalina's severed head a last kiss on the lips before she puts the head down in between Madalina’s twitching tits! The nose stays stuck in the oversized cleavage humps, unable to push apart such tightly smashed together knockers. Not even the corpse falling over and stiffening jars the bloody head loose from its spot in the massive melons.

DING! DING! DING!

 

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MFL Mixed Combat Test Rounds: Galina Dubenenko vs Calum Best &

Helga Lovekaty vs Sergi Constance



The main Shadow Enterprises gym on the island was filled with spectators as the company had decided to let some of the male models fight against female models. There was a large pool of interested combatants and three little boxing rings where fights would take place. The first two people thrown into the ringer had never fought before, but the male was easily dominating the busty blonde. This event was not completely open to the public. VIP tickets had been sold, and most of the fans crowded around the one ring with the fight even though plenty of buff and or gorgeous models were gathered around Healers and other Shadow Enterprises employees, waiting for instructions and or for the their names to be called. Shadow Ribiero hadn't been a huge fan of this idea, and was less involved than normal, leading to sub par organization.

Russian International Model Death Battle champ, Galina, was still hanging around the MFL and not doing much IMDB work. She arrived late to the gym wearing a sleeveless gray crop top with no bra and tight white khaki pants with several rips in the thighs and knees. The trim brunette with the toned tummy, Galina, was wearing no underwear at all, but that didn't bother her. Her private areas could take commando or rougher cloths. Her boyfriend or man slave, Dima, was a manipulative little shit. He had altered Galina's body with a brain chip and a software program that only he could access that would make her belly-button super vulnerable and or more pleasurable to the touch than her clit or pussy. He had the program off, but Galina was still very sensitive to the navel, and wasn't sure if the program really was all the way off. Dima was constantly hiding like a little bitch or running off on side projects or getting the Shadow's allowance to go off the island. Galina wanted to pound some faces in, kill some hoes and poser dudes, and take out some of her pent up aggression. She loved the idea of femdom and humbling these roided out male model types.

“What kind of sad sack losers have we gathered here?!” Galina asked, strutting up to the scene and flipping her brown locks. She looked at the nearly naked blonde in her panties getting her arms pulled back and a foot blasted into her spine and shook her head. Galina said, “You all are oopid stupid letting no name bimbo juice and that not even a hot guy go first! That proves nothing! Us chicks can castrate these dicks! Hehehe! My rhyming and timing is still on point! Mittens my pwetty kittens, if he were here, but he's too big and rough and tough and gruff now, would purr and growl! RAR!!”

“We were right about to consider you a no show,” a SE employee said, touching his tablet and showing Galina that the random draw had chosen her opponent as Calum Best.

“You're a bozo!” Galina shouted, reaching out to grab the little man's head and slam him on the ground. He was quick, and Galina didn't give a shit about him. She saw she'd be fighting the best, and that's what she wanted and deserved. She added, “I'm not a no show, I'm here fo sho! Dodo! Now who the fuck thinks they're the best?! I'll hop up in that ring and bop his mop top into bloody slop and crack his bones – pop! YEAH!! Who WANTS some?!” Galina puffed out her chest to threaten and intimidate. A few burly shirtless men raised eyebrows.

Another Russian woman model with long dark curly hair and a cute button nose, Helga, sidled from behind two male models and chanced being friendly with Galina, who was otherwise an outcast and feared for being unstable and violent. Helga said “Hi, Galina!” and waved. Galina was distracted by the noise from the fans and the ring. Galina injected herself with extra serum so routinely, that it was almost always in her veins making her more irritable, testy, and crazy than she normally was. Side effects from this also included her breasts lactating and secreting serum. Galina had been beaten and milked in private by a gay lesbian butch bodybuilder named Janna, and Galina was hoping to get a rematch here after killing some dopey men. The dude in the ring had beaten the snot out of the now naked woman and barely held off from killing her.

Galina shouted, “YOU FUCKING PUSSY! SNAP her SLUT neck or BACK! Rip the HEAD and TITS OFF! RAPE the DUMB CUNT already!! COME ON!!”

“Jesus,” Helga said, putting a hand on Galina's shoulder. Galina whipped around, throwing a flailing fist. It would've hit a normal person in the mouth, but Helga was a trained KGB ninja assassin, so she was able to dodge. “Cool it,” Helga said. “I hear that not many women were even allowed in this. The selection process seems weird. Nata said she couldn't get in.”

“I don't care about you loser Russian whores,” Galina said. “Polina and SVETA in FUCKING Europe with that other gay FUCKING league NO one cares about, and you got left behind! I see what the company is doing! I see and get the serum! I'm gonna beat up these incel nerds! Gym rat TERDS! They're nothing and probably can't handle serum! Women handle it BETTER!! RAH!!”

“You're like Andre roaring like that,” Helga said. “He couldn't get into this either, but wanted to. How did you sign up or get accepted?!”

“Shut the FUCK UP!” Galina said. “I'll fight you first and kill you! Want in the ring, chicken wing?! You're last year's thing!! No last ten years... decade! Fade to the shade! … HaHA!”

“Does Dima still have your body messed up?!” Helga asked, poking Galina in the navel with an index finger. Galina yelped, buckled, and spread her hands over her thighs, panting. She screamed bloody murder louder than the chick in the ring getting the KO blow to the head. Galina tried to headbutt Helga, but Helga slipped away to the side. Helga had on a white bra, a sinfully short white mesh skirt that sat low on her hips and would show her pussy if she kicked or stepped too long, and white pantyhose stockings.

“WHAT kind of SHIT is that to FIGHT in?!” Galina asked. She scoffed, snatching Helga's bra strap. Helga winked and stood tall with her chest out. Galina tore off Helga's bra, and that brought more attention to the two of them. “You're trying to seduce your FOE, HO!” Galina said.

“Maybe I am, maybe I'm not,” Helga said. She stuck out her tongue and then avoided a right handed hook punch from Galina.

“You both look like you're already on serum,” a tattooed male model with brown beard stubble and short brown hair said. All he wore was black Calvin Klein boxers. The words “Game Changer” were tattooed under his belly-button and his last name, Best, was tattooed on his right bicep amid other art. This was the MFL trainer Calum Best. He held a syringe of serum in his hand, but got distracted by the near dead busty blonde being carted off on a stretcher. He had a thing for busty blondes and was loosely dating Lindsey Pelas on the island, but was known for not being very loyal.

“Gimme that!” Galina shouted, trying to snatch Calum's serum syringe. If it wasn't for Helga intervening and knocking her wrist away, she would've had it. Calum snapped his focus back to Galina and Helga. “Mr. Weak Ass side tracked bitch man wanna go?!” Galina mocked. “Calvin more like Alvin and the Chipmunks, Klein no fine undies head mother Fucker TRUCKER! Hehe!” Galina did not like Helga so close. Their tits were nearly touching and Helga had stopped Galina from taking that idiot man's serum. Galina grabbed Helga's hair and tried to punch her. Helga blocked. Galina kneed Helga right in the pussy, feeling her knee bone strike against vulva and pubic bones. “EW!” Galina griped. “Helga SMELL-ga Ga-rose-gross!” Galina punched Helga in the mouth. Some blood and spittle flew from the topless brunette's busted kissers. She jerked her hair away from Galina, wrenching the wilder Russian's arm.

“I got a good draw,” Calum said, injecting himself in the neck. Almost immediately, his body bulked up. He was a strong and formidable looking muscle man to begin with, but now he looked ready for a bodybuilding competition like the tan Chad stud now approaching in silky baby blue shorts. That was the only thing baby about this dude. He had a fierce and neatly trimmed brown beard and spiky full head of dark hair atop. Calum bent the needle back on the emptied syringe and crushed the glass between two hands. He blew the powdered shards of glass at Galina and most of it went into the ribbed lining of Galina's gray crop top. Helga used her heel like a broom to clean up the rest of the mess into the cup of her bra on the floor, acting as makeshift dustbin. Helga didn't want any employees or fans stepping on this in case there could be some sharp edges still left. Calum said, “I am looking forward to shutting you up, Galina, and fucking the shit out of you, even though you're not my type.” Calum licked his lips. A bulge grew between his legs. He added, “You're looking better now.”

Galina touched her top, sneered, and then whipped the garment off over her head and at Calum's face in one quick motion. The noise, sexiness, and strip show had fans drawing near and the short staffed group of employees using all their resources to keep the fans back and out of harm's way. Galina wasn't the bustiest model around. Her orbs were round, perky and juicy on such a fit sun kissed brown skin and fit frame. Calum moved his hands like a karate master or someone opening a cabinet. Galina's top was torn to thin shreds by his movements. Galina stuck out her tongue at Calum and said, “Of course I make your tiny cock like a rock! Hehe! Piss off! I'd rather kick this cleaning Cunt's ass!” Galina stupidly thought Helga was stronger than Calum on 10mL of serum, and Galina was pissed that Helga's boobies looked so big dangling. Galina rocked back her leg.

Instead of dodging, Helga took the kick to the gut. She flopped onto her back on the ground. Her legs were open. Her pussy was showing. Galina cackled and pointed at Helga's exposed crotch. Helga was interested in Calum's reaction. Helga whimpered and tried to make her chest rise and fall more than normal. She tightened everything, arched her back, and pressed her hands to the sides of her breasts. Calum's veins bulged and his muscles looked cut and pronounced. Helga could sense a brief moment of weakness in him with his maximum arousal. She jumped to her feet, avoiding a stomp aimed at her navel by Galina. Galina rammed her forearm into Helga's throat, trying to down Helga again, but the Russian in the skirt and stockings, Helga, rocketed a punch into Galina's navel with her knuckle going deep into the belly button. Galina had tough and nearly impenetrable abs. She let go of Helga and stood tall to laugh in Helga's face, but instead put her fingers at the white khaki material bunching in her private area. Galina bent over, panting and with flushed cheeks from arousal. This was as Helga planned. Galina still had a belly weakness to exploit. Calum and the other guy Helga was supposed to fight who had walked up to the scene in his blue shorts, Sergi Constance, had both grabbed the wrong serum. They had grabbed the experimental syringes of serum that would weaken you down to nothing if you lost seminal fluids. There was supposed to be a demonstration on that later, but the event was unorganized and most of these fighters were not great scholars or readers. Helga had done her homework. She planned to be victorious over all of them in a brawl and get out some of her pent up bisexual energies since her girlfriend Sveta was still away on a different fighting project and likely fucking Polina too.

Sergi injected himself to not miss out on the fight. He already looked roided out to begin with. He threw the serum syringe into a waste basket far away with a perfect pitch. The little plastic basket tipped over with the glass bursting into shards from the force of Segi's throw. Sergi flexed his chest and biceps and stomped a foot. He said, “Don't touch the little Lovekaty again! She's MINE!! I was selected to FIGHT her!! I wanna beat her alone – to the DEATH!”

“NO!” Galina retorted. “I'm gonna!” Galina hugged Helga. The shirtless men paused with the topless women pressed chest to chest. Helga fanned herself, feeling extreme titillation. She needed to touch Galina's belly to even the erotic tinglings, but her fingers fanned out over Galina's ass. Galina spanked Helga and then fingered her. Helga was glad she wasn't on the O-Drop serum that elevated all positive effects until orgasm and more specifically ejaculation. She didn't bother to muffle her coos. She gripped Galina tight at the buns, initiating a bit of a tit fight. Galina's jugs were solid but sloshing around, likely full of milky serum. The men were definitely into this. Helga accidentally tore holes into Galina's khakis, revealing tight tan booty flesh. The Russian women struggled and writhed until their arms went up into the air. Galina kissed Helga on the lips, socked Helga in the stomach, and then disengaged. Helga buckled for a quick moment and then wiped saliva off her lips. Galina's spit even had that serum after taste.

“That's fucking hot,” Calum said.

“SHE is MINE!” Sergi said, yanking Helga by the wrist. Helga yelped. She wasn't on serum. She had been unable to avoid Sergi's speed and ferocity. He kneed her in the flank and it surely bruised ribs. Helga tasted blood in her mouth again. Before she could counter, Sergi delivered a haymaker to her schnoz. The serum was peaking in Sergi now with his arousal. Helga shouldn't have let herself get hit earlier. She tumbled onto the ground with her nose absolutely destroyed and oozing blood like waterfall into her cleavage. She could move her nose. It wasn't totally shattered, yet, but Sergi was a monster of a man, apparently with no remorse for beating anyone.

Galina hopped onto a ring ledge of the roped and elevated fighting platform where the defeated blonde's blood was still staining the blue canvas. Galina shook her rump and giggled. She posed and lounged against the ropes like a stripper and unzipped her khakis in front for a little beaver tease. She left her pants unzipped and said, “Olga old hag Helga Smell-ga smell gay doesn't look like the Best! I'd MURDER You, THOT! That's what I THOUGHT! Hehe! I'm so HOT! All of you want my KITTY! I'm not wearing any undy wundies either! Hehe! Whoever gets up here in THIS Ring will be Castrated or KILLED!”

“I'm Calum Best,” Calum said. “I was selected to be your opponent. You really didn't know that?!” Galina gave Calum the finger and then made a gesture pumping a fist up as if she wanted to fist Calum's asshole into his esophagus. Galina flipped over the ropes like an acrobat. Her feet clapped on the springy surface of the mat. She spread her arms wide, still looking at Helga, and thinking that was a stronger opponent who would earn Galina more cool points for besting. Calum took one last look at Helga's bust and her sexy body, before dedicating his lust and violence strictly to Galina. His heel stepping down nearly made a ripple in the foundation of the building. He jumped like a lion herd leader with the force of a cannonball. His light footwork put his toes on the ring ledge. His uppercut while suspended and hanging over the ropes cracked Galina's mandible and sent her head snapping backwards. Galina's feet went off the mat. Blood spritzed from where her teeth had mashed together and then went into lips and inside mouth flesh. Before she could land on her feet, Calum ducked the ropes and kicked his heel directly into Galina's tummy. The topless woman was propelled into the ropes at the other end of the ring, looking like a roughly used sex doll. Calum ducked low, charged, and speared Galina with his wide shoulder crashing into her midsection. The thud and bodies falling rumbled and shook the entire ring if not the entire room of the gym and its walls.

Helga didn't have time to pinch her nose, stop the bleeding, or to get the carmine plasma off her jiggly jugs. She tried to ball tap the advancing menace in Sergi. Her hand hit his thigh and batted his boner. That was the opposite of what she wanted. His adrenaline and power surged. If there was a second of weakness from O-Drop side effects, Helga didn't see it. Sergi whacked Helga in the back of the head. She slumped forward against his leg with her tits getting separated by his meaty quad. She struck him in the tailbone and the spine. He kneed her in the side of the ass and it seemed to rearrange her entire pelvic region. Helga thought she could turn around and run, but Sergi's mitt clomped down on her collar. His warm hot breath hit the back of her neck. She said, “Let's at least get in the ring first! I'm not on any serum either!”

“BULL SHIT!” Sergi said, catching Helga's neck in the crook of his arm. He cranked her head with his bicep cutting off Oxygen at her throat. Sergi stretched and pulled at Helga's hair as she crawled on her knees, flailing. Sergi's manhood bonked against Helga's back between her shoulder blades. Sergi said, “I'll FUCK and KILL you OUT here if I want, and then DRAG you into a RING on MY Terms!” Sergi pulled Helga to her feet effortlessly. He kneed her haunches. His big rod pushed her skirt up and slid between her booty cheeks several times as he continued to strangle her and test the limits of her neck strength. Sergi punched Helga in the underboob. It was just barely too rough to feel good to Helga, and likely because she was frustrated and didn't want to be defeated so quickly by anyone despite the overwhelming unfairness of the chemicals involved. Sergi groped Helga once. It was enough to leave indentations and discoloration in the supple mammary flesh. Sergi definitely wanted to screw Helga and fornicate. She elbowed him in the abs. It was like a shield there. He stomped her calf and ankle. She knew better than to resist and flopped with that, trying to act submissive and defeated. Sergi stopped the strangulation and tossed Helga down. He tore off his pants. Helga kicked his knee, scrambled to her feet, and sprinted away. She had to use her speed here and just stay away to survive.

“I need serum!” Helga said. She was met with taunts and no actual help as people didn't believe she wasn't on it, or the event was just too unorganized and chaotic. “Let me pick a ring!” Helga said. “One sexy fight at a time!” Sergi slowly stalked Helga in the nude with his erect rod bouncing.

In one of the wrestling rings, Calum had Galina pinned down. He leaned with his arm against her throat, and had poor dexterity trying to push his penis out between the slits in his boxers. For some reason he was trying not to strip himself nude or it would've been quicker. The half clothed fornication was more appealing to Calum or he just wasn't thinking. He knew Galina could be deadly, but he was on top now. He slid it in to his rival's inviting pussy. He pulled at her khakis and one by one ripped cloth from the knee down to shreds. A few thrusts shook the ring and had Galina moaning like a cat in heat. She hit Calum in the cheek and clawed his head and face to no avail. Calum pounded a hammer fist down onto Galina's stomach and then went for boob play. There was no gentle fingertips or thoughtful building of tension and touch. He was all power at first just groping and punching the Russian's firm knockers. Galina wrestled well enough to stop getting fucked. She was embarrassed and pissed off tenfold. She was supposed to do the banging and humiliating! Galina reached for Calum's wood, thinking she'd snap the veiny monster like a twig. That didn't happen. Calum pinched a nipple. Galina squealed and leaked lactate. He tongued, teethed, and nipped Galina's other teat, gaining some flirty control and composure. He tasted serum in Galina's breast milk and said, “IT'S TRUE! Your titties be squirting SERUM Too, you're so JACKED on IT!” The tattooed male model wrestled his member back and whacked it against Galina's dripping white sticky mounds. He cranked his wanker from side to side not really getting quite the paizuri or tittyfucking squeeze he wanted. He squatted and aimed for Galina's mouth. She chomped like a piranha at him. His eyes enlarged. He backed up and sat on Galina's thighs. He dropped the head of his dick into her navel. The mushroom tip pounded into the innie. This got Galina less feisty and completely submissive. She shrieked and squeezed her own breasts with so much intensity, more serum milk sprayed. Calum tried to drink some of that while banging Galina in the belly. Her navel was too small, so he had to shift to putting it into her vagina and punching and licking her navel.

Helga ran around all three of the rings with Sergi giving chase. She kept watch of Calum and Galina to see how things would play out. Sergi's little patience grew thinner. “Pick a RING!” Sergi shouted at Helga, “or are you Chicken?! If I have to track you down much longer, I'll END you That SECOND!” Helga hopped up to a ring ledge, but then jumped back down and Sergi roared in frustration. He hammered his fists down onto the canvas, breaking springs and the siding of the ring. “Only ONE left,” he said. “GET in and DIE!”

“EEE!” Galina cried. “OOH! My TUMMY! Not FAIR!! Not THERE!!” Galina moaned, trying to put her hands in the way of her bruised abs. Calum kept getting a knuckle to pound deep into Galina's navel. It resonated and made Galina more ready to squirt than the vaginal penetration. Calum gripped Galina at the armpits and struggled to hold his load while porking the tight glory hole of his opponent. He pulled out with an O face and a white sheen and spritz on his tip even though he'd tried to hold all of it back. “F-Fuck IT!!” Galina said. “I'll SUCK it! I'll get more serum from your slick wimpy dick then you get from my Mittens momma milkers, you tatted rat!” Galina didn't have a chance to rhyme more as her mouth was filled with Calum's best.

“Oh yeah!” Calum said, still worried about Galina taking a bite. “On your knees,” he said, pushing down on Galina's shoulders. She sucked and tongued away. She got her hands involved, trying to squeeze more out of the shaft and the testes. Calum elbowed her in the ear and temple and said, “Lips and Mouth ONLY!” He rubbed her tense collar and back. It began to look like an erotic massage.

“Hey!” Helga shouted, prancing up the steel steps to the occupied ring. Her tits shook. “That's not how it works, Galina! His semen likely won't have serum!”

Galina frowned and spit out Calum's hard organ. Then she tried to bite it, but he backed off and kicked her right in the gut. Galina folded. Calum slammed a beefy arm across Galina's chest and said, “Sucking your titties will get me more serum! Enough I'll be able to fight again after beating you!”

“Fuck THAT!” Sergi said, scaling the ring side and leaping over the ropes. His bounce on the canvas shook Galina and Calum. Sergi said, “You and I are obviously the strongest, bro, but you been SLACKING! I'm WAY Bigger and BETTER than YOU! I won't LET you HOG all her Serum MILK!”

“Everyone wants my girls just the way they are,” Galina said, glaring at Helga. Sergi stomped out Galina's knee. He threw her down viciously. Calum defensively grabbed one of Galina's boobs and went down with the losing lady. He opened his mouth wide like a snake unhinging its jaws for dinner. Sergi looked determine to pound his pecker into Galina's navel until the hole got bigger. He yanked on Galina's spare breast, and manhandled it, sucking and squeezing. Helga sat cross legged on the turnbuckle, watching.

Both men had Galina sweating and ready to cum. Calum got jealous that Sergi's dick seemed to give Galina maximum pleasure. Her hands were in her hair and her screams were orgasmic. The male models drank Galina's tits nearly dry. Calum played swords so to speak with Sergi to get into that wet belly button. Sergi stood up, looking down at the writhing Russian. Galina soaked what was left of her white khakis with ejaculate with Calum strangling her and swiveling his penis head around in her innie. Galina looked so cute on her back that Calum stood up and lost his load all over her chest and face. His grin quickly changed to a look of dumbstruck horror. His hammer immediately went flaccid, which wasn't supposed to happen on serum. Everything on his body tightened and ached. He tried to stuff the pink wiener back in his boxers but felt more numb and clumsy than before. Helga wrapped her legs around Calum's neck from behind and swiveled her hips. Calum was able to spin around and try and eat out Helga's pussy, but it was too late for him. He was too rigid. Helga snapped his neck with a dismounting headscissors like the WWE Hurricanrana move. Calum's sturdy neck was broken between Helga's thighs. He gave a final few twitches and died.

“You're all used UP, Cum SLUT!” Sergi said, lifting Galina by the hair. He kneed her in the back, arching her. He pounded a karate hand into her belly, opening up a flesh wound. Then he rammed his patella into Galina's spine, breaking the backbone. Sergi not only broke Galina's neck –SNAP! With a simple headlock, but he severed her dome from the body. He tried to shove her lolling tongue on the detached head into the crotch of the toppling cadaver.

Helga bounced up to the balls of her feet and cupped her own underboobs. She winked at Sergi and said, “You're so big and strong. … I can't stop you, but I can offer you my serum milk!”

“I'll TAKE it when YOU'RE DEAD!” Sergi said. He rammed Helga into the corner with a body bump that was as fast as lightning, loud as thunder, and destructive as a maelstrom. Helga was dazed, but intent on making Sergi nut. She bent over and grabbed his shaft, stroking it. “YOU WANT IT!” Sergi said. He hit Helga's head with a left hook. He wasn't playing around. He wanted more blood and felt awesome after the last kill. He said, “I dunno how you ENDED Best... Got LUCKY! Not with ME!” Sergi kneed Helga in the flank and then broke ribs with a kick. CRACK! Helga coughed up blood and lost grip of her hand job attempt. Sergi used Helga's nipples as punching targets and didn't realize that only sweat and blood flung from the fun bags.

Knowing she was in a bad way, Helga fell forward and sandwiched Sergi's dick between her bosoms. He snatched her windpipe for a one handed throatlift. She made her breasts really slide along his cock. He decided to go with that and tittyfuck her. Helga kept her head down and licked Sergi's tip whenever it thrusted up high enough. She was sure this would work and saw Sergi's rod at the brink of bursting sexual juices. He wasn't a complete dope though. He shoved Helga hard into the corner pole and retrieved his rod. He put his mouth to her teat and uppercut the other underboob. Helga wasn't lactating or losing serum. She knew, so she had to turn around and disengage. She butt bumped Sergi's erection and spanked her own ass, presenting. Sergi entered Helga from behind and fondled both dangling tits, trying to milk her like a cow. Helga gyrated her hips and made all the right noises.

Sergi got lost in the pleasure, and had to spank Helga's ass himself. The tan booty flesh turned pink. Sergi pulled out, dragging his cock on her clit, between her legs, and then along her butt as is it sprung up. Sergi batted his boner down on Helga's tailbone and jizzed all over her back. He said, “Now you d-duh-die...” He stammered and realized that something was very wrong as his penis went from wood to limp noodle. Helga got on her tiptoes and whipped around with a roundhouse kick that broke Sergi's jaw and put him on his ass. Helga grabbed Sergi's dick with her toes just to see if she could get it up again. She couldn't. She crushed his balls – Pop! And then drove both fists into the sides of his neck. Sergi's eyes got very large. Helga ripped his eyeballs out with her nails, and then drove a heel through the empty socket to the brain. Sergi was dead, but Helga shattered his nose up into his brain with a kick just for good measure.



The healers and staff were quick to help the males who hadn't been healed or killed often. Helga found a black strap-on dildo, seeing that Galina was still there. Helga fucked Galina in the stomach and between the legs to help get her rocks off more, savoring the victory and her well laid out plans. Helga was pleased to see a release button on her toy. She nutted in Galina's navel. The staff and healers headed to bag Galina, and Helga backed off, breathing deep and controlling her emotions. She wasn't on serum, so it was easier. She was exhausted and needing a healing herself, but some of the men, fans, and staff were now interested in seeing her do a marathon fight for survival. Helga was too smart for that. She knew that a healing was the right thing for her now and would ninja her way out of harm's way if necessary. One of the staff members not used to carrying stretchers with dead models on it, got a thumb in the fake jizz on Galina's rock hard but pulverized abs. He wiped the gunk on Galina's softened boob and nearly dropped the stretcher. Galina would see all this later and be even angrier and thirstier for blood and revenge. Now she had Janna, Helga, and Sergi as enemies to even the score with.

 

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European Model Cage-fight and Sexfight Association: Season 2 Emily Elizabeth vs Claudia Alende

The new serum taking sexfighting by storm had libido enhancers at the highest levels ever and models becoming weak and easily broken after losing sexual fluids. Of course they had this new serum at the Foxy Corp estate in Spain ordered in by some of the more popular ladies on the roster. Not only was that serum going to be used in this “friendly” fight, but new lesbian sex toys had been ordered and had arrived for use as well. The 'Futa' Strap-ons (Fuso's) had sensors, directed pulses, and more into the fighter's vagina and all around the labia, clit, and hood to take female pleasure to the max in correspondence to male pressure areas on the strap-on penis. All touching to the head and shaft of the plastic would have the women feeling right where they needed to. Instead of the toy being filled with fake jizz, the Fuso's would actually pull female ejaculate from the woman combatant to spray like semen from the fake dick tip.

The trendy busty blonde on the short side, Emily, fingered a Fuso with much interest like she was swinging cis on her bisexual spectrum today. Em had a long, lean, and trim tummy on display and dark or dirty blonde strands contained all among her long locks of hair. She wore an aqua blue two piece bikini with ruffles on the straps at her hips and a white x small in the upper left hand corner of the triangle cloth on her left breast. Em's breasts were large, round, and milky white, spilling out of the top and showing a little underboob. Em's lesbian lover, the dark haired tattooed model, Cora, was rarely a nudist now, and Em was super into stripping her lover – the more clothes the better. Cora wore a white one shoulder crop top and black boxer briefs. She snatched the black Fuso dong from Emily and said, “Listen to Sara and the others explain how all this stuff works today, babe!”

Emily pushed the Fuso and her girlfriend's hands into her own cleavage mounds. Em blushed and said, “Sorry! I'm just so excited! Claudia came all the way back just to fight me, and she's looking so fine!” Emily practically drooled, ogling the Brazilian pop music star, Claudia. Claudia wore little to no makeup, but still looked amazing. Her skin was tan, her long hair fell to her tits atop her sleeveless blue crop top. The top had a collar and five buttons with only the bottom three were fastened and making stretch lines in the thin fabric. Claudia's cleavage lines were covered, but her belly was not. Her denim jeans were worn and holy, looking comfortable and also snugly fitting her wide hips and bodacious behind. Emily added, “Her outfit is so hot! Don't you think?!” Cora shrugged and nodded. “I can see like all of her tits and nipples!” Emily said. “And that ass!” Claudia and other women looked at Emily. They were outside the mansion in the driveway to a big garage on sidewalk. The spectators were all women fighters and androids. The cage was rather large and plugged into to the garage with some serious voltage ready to zap whoever touched the metal links first.

“This is why we wait to take serum at the same time as our opponent,” Cora said, trying to be patient with Emily. As she pulled on the Fuso, Em's bikini top got snagged. Emily had already been injected with serum. She was feeling the testosterone, adrenaline, and arousal flow. The well endowed blonde tore off her top and smooched her girlfriend.

“So you think you're pretty good for getting second place in the EMCASA tournament?” Claudia asked, stepping up to the couple. Romanian singer Antonia Iacobescu injected Claudia in the tailbone with the special O-Drop Serum mentioned above.

“She did really well in UFSO too,” Cora said, bragging on her girl.

“I just try my best,” Em said, fanning herself. “I'm competitive. I like to win. I'm hornier than ever now. I look forward to this! You're a jujitsu specialist and nothing excites me more than the thought of rolling around wrestling with you!” Claudia and Cora both raised eyebrows. Em said, “With these new toys, I wanna nut all over and inside you! … I love them! Good call Sara and Polina!” Polina opened a cage door wearing a black glove. Bianca Juicy opened the cage door on the other end of the cage even though it looked likely that Em and Claud would walk through the same entrance.

“That would mean you lose and get killed, babe,” Cora said, tugging on Em's bottoms. “It's the O-Drop serum. We can fool around with the Fuso's later if you want. Secure the win first.”

“This may be a friendly fight to you,” Claudia said, cracking her knuckles and popping her tense neck to the side, “but it's still a death match. I will break and kill you.”

“I got fucking chills,” Em said, panting. Some of the women perceived Em as a trash talker, but she was sincere. Others just thought she was a whore, and even in her diary entries about serum side effects, Emily admitted that she was a little whorish. Em had subconsciously been touching herself down low. Cora batted Em's hands away. Serum could make women's curves grow, and in this case, Claudia's bust expansion was ready to bust out of her blue top. She wore no bra, but Em knew she was wearing panties, and couldn't wait to see the color and design of those.

“I can't believe she got second,” Claudia said, shaking her head and strutting into the ring. She flipped her hair and turned her back to Em. Emily's eyes opened wide as she stared at Claudia's ass.

“Em!” Cora said, pulling her gf's wrist before the eager blonde rushed into the cage. Cora held out two black gloves made of a glossy material that looked like leather. “Wear these so you can touch the electric cage. She's really cocky. Take her down a peg.”

Emily thought about making a cock joke. She wouldn't mind Claudia plowing her with a Fuso. RoboMic would've enjoyed any penis joke. Emily was sad he went back to Pongeo Island and the MFL. Em still wanted to go to that island and be part of all that too, but she was still here and with Cora. Emily took the gloves, put them on, and said, “Oh. It's electric?!” Cora nodded. Claudia got into the center of the cage and turned around. She clenched her fists.

“Here I come!” Em said, bounding through the opening. Her juicy jugs jiggled. She reached out and touched the door and didn't get shocked. There was a zap sound. Polina smacked Em's ass and then shut the door behind her with a bzz-shick-SLAM! The coastal Spanish sun beat down on the broads making the concrete and the cage area very hot. Claudia was arguably overdressed, but Emily was the one sweating heavily despite being topless in nothing but bikini bottoms.

Claudia patted her own ass cheeks and leaned forward, loosening up like Mila from the Dead or Alive video games. Claudia made sure that sex toys other than the Fuso's were on hand and nodded. She said “It's good to be back. I've been looking forward to this fight too. I'd love to beat your gf Cora and Delia to avenge my season one losses, but I'll settle for you for now, Emily. Nice tits. They won't distract me or stop me from punching in that pretty little face of yours.”

“Will these gloves transfer the static?” Em asked, turning to Cora and putting a palm on Claudia's chest. Em turned and looked at the large melons of her rival, gave a squeeze and grope, and added, “These are great! It's like I'm wearing nothing at all! You're the total package, Claud! Tits, ass, and pussy!” Em stepped forward to get her other hand to caress Claudia's booty. The big knockers of both combatants bumped.

Instead of happily taking the compliments, Claudia buried a fist into Emily's belly. The fight had started. Claudia swung for Em's face, but the topless blonde blocked and caught Claudia's fist. Claudia stomped Em's foot and kneed her in the thigh. She bopped Em in the face with a left hook and pulled her fist back. Emily caught Claudia in the jaw with a right hook. Claudia frowned. Emily smiled. Claudia kicked Emily in the flank. After a little grimace, Em's mouth still remained in a happy state. She kicked Claudia in the kidney. The dame in denim bent and winced. Claudia swung a haymaker at Em's nose. Em partially deflected it with a high guard. The blonde kept her footing. Her naked breasts jiggled, dripping and bouncing perspiration beads. Claudia grunted and popped Emily in the mouth to draw first blood. Emily kept smiling.

The tough bikini model grabbed her opponent by the shirt. Emily ripped open the stretched thin blue cloth and lifted her bigger foe off her feet. Their knees knocked, but Emily dominated in her very aroused state. Emily slammed Claudia's back to the sidewalk and marveled at the Brazilian's big boobs spilling out. Emily mounted Claudia and ripped her nails into the top, shredding it. Claudia tried to ignore the purposeful push at her crotch. Claudia snagged Em's hair and elbowed the top battler in the mouth and nose. Claudia tangled legs with Emily and rolled over atop her. There was no space between the topless models. Their mammary mounds fit together like poorly stacked pillows. Claudia kneed Emily in the navel, expecting to overpower her with an armbar or submission. Emily resisted the urges to kiss, grope, or titfight. She pushed back on Claudia's hands and forced them both to stand. Emily grabbed Claudia's jeans waistband at her buttocks and gave a toss. Claudia landed with a wedgie, whipping around with a kick that Em blocked. Em was disappointed to not see or grip the panties she'd been aiming for.

The spectators roared as the beautiful women landed simultaneous face punches. Emily's eye skin got split open, but she barely budged. Claudia took a blood splattering hit to the mouth and staggered. She looked backwards, afraid of the sparking fence. Women shouted for Em to press forward. Instead, Emily stepped back, winked, and blew Claudia a kiss. She began to take off a glove and said, “Let's make it even. We'll each have one glove.”

“Keep your glove!” Claudia shouted. She spun. Her roundhouse kick was spot on, knocking Em's jaw temporarily crooked. She kicked Em so hard in the belly with the continuation twirl that the blonde bikini model nearly fell into the fence grating. Claudia charged at Emily. Emily saw the punch come and did a Matrix limbo dodge. The accompanying knee to the pelvis from Claudia's blitzkrieg combo gave Emily extra lift for her jump. She soared over Claudia, dropping a knee into her rival's collar on the way. Claudia spun around angrily and sore. Emily tried to turn around before landing and went to one knee as she spun around.

Overconfident due to the gloves, Em hadn't judged her distance from the fence well. Her tits shook from the flip and were about to move even more. Her heel touched the fence and – ZAPZAP ZAPPP! “Aiyee!” Emily cried, jerking her heel away. She stood up, trembling, and arching her back as all the electricity frizzed her hair and skin. Despite her bruised belly being a long and big target which Claudia aimed for, the Brazilian's kick hit Em in the tits. The force of the flying foot catapulted Em's back into the fence. Her arms went out like a bird. “AHHH!” Emily screamed. The electrocution looked painful but also evocative. It was like Em's sexy body was stuck to the fence. Her back flesh was singed and burnt. Sparks danced on her heaving chest. Her nipples were erect. Her swollen hooters spritzed blood and milk from the sparks entering her fattest areas. Em's bikini bottoms frayed and were ready to burst like confetti. She had to elbow and kick the fence to get off. She tried to hug Claudia while still being shocked hard, but the Brazilian side stepped the crisped cutie. Emily toppled over with little use of her numb arms. She busted her adorable chin on the sidewalk and only had a somewhat soft landing where her breasts mashed into the ground. Em clenched her ass cheeks and groaned. Claudia stomped the downed damsel in the spine.

The Brazilian jujitsu babe, Claudia, sat on Emily's ass. She bounced her big booty on Em's backbone and pulled up on her own denim jeans. Claud's knockers shook. Emily writhed and tried to sit up. She was able to get her tormented tits off the ground, but fell victim to a critical armbar. In her horror, Emily was determined to get her limb back. Claudia took this opportunity to grab Em's hair and punch her in the face. With a handful of golden locks, Claudia slammed Emily's face into the concrete. Some of Em's teeth chipped. Her face was bloody with road rash as Claudia continued the brutal head shoving and neck attacks. Emily flailed and elbowed her rival in the tit. Claudia snagged Em's arm again. The horny blonde bimbo moaned and cried as her arm was lifted and twisted. CRACK! CRUNCH!

Emily really screamed. She wasn't as purposefully vocal as Polina, but her shrill cry had been near orgasmic. She stifled a sob and continued to fight with a ruined arm. Emily really wanted to play with a Fuso and Claudia. Emily wriggled free and Claudia felt confident she had the match in the bag. Both combatants got to their feet. Emily's bangs covered some of the gruesome healing face damage. Emily was tough. She stood tall and puffed out her engorged chest. Claudia looked at Em's bikini bottoms about to fall off and the crippled arm and wrist. Claudia shook her head. Claudia said, “I wrecked your pretty little face, E.”

Emily was so turned on by Claudia's long hair, lips, pretty face, exposed brown breast mounds, her trim tummy, voluptuous waist, and tight jeans. Emily had to know what color panties Claudia wore. She threw a punch. Claudia caught it. Claudia tried to kick out Em's leg, but the blonde took the foot to the baby maker. Emily hunched and crashed into Claudia, swinging her head into the Brazilian's neck and chin. Claudia punched Emily in the boob and the belly as their sweaty bodies banged together.

Spectators expected Emily to get thrown into the fence again, but the blonde pushed her energy and healing powers into her broken arm enough to temporarily heal it. Emily was going on an all out attack. Claudia was surprised to see the broken arm fly at her face. She blocked. Emily landed a left hook to Claud's flank. Emily walloped Claudia across the mouth. Claudia was dazed and not wanting to be pressed back towards the fence. She blocked Em's left. Emily leaned back and then into a gutbuster punch. Em's arm slipped out of the socket and her wrist snapped awkward on contact with Claudia's stomach. Claudia hunched over with projectile blood coming up from her ravaged insides. Claudia could barely keep her balance. Emily punched Claudia in the face, breaking several fingers on the numb and dulled adrenaline arm which she used like a mallet. Refusing to go towards the fence, Claudia had to take a knee as she was bludgeoned and still blocking Emily's left. Emily thrashed her broken limb across Claudia's face and chest until Claudia had to shove it away. That took the last of Claudia's strength to react in that moment. She fell to both knees. Emily had broken fingers pointing every which way and bone splintered through skin, but didn't seem to notice. The topless bikini model elbowed Claudia in the collar. Claudia leaned back, looking up and gasping. Emily lifted her leg high, giving everyone sight of her coochie, and then Emily jammed her heel into Claudia's nose.

Scarlet blood spatter sizzled on the electric fence. Claudia had cursed and really moaned loud as her nose had been busted. She toppled over onto her side. Sex toys including the Fuso's were already in the ring. Emily wasted no time in grabbing a Fuso and attaching it to her private area. When Emily touched the tip of the plastic rod it tingled in her loins. She quickly stroked the shaft to the tip of the cap and the pleasure was mind boggling. Emily used both hands like a handicapped rabid raccoon, tearing off Claudia's jeans. Claudia's lace yellow panties and big ass didn't disappoint. As Emily jerked and touched the Fuso she could feel energy and fluids coming and going, ebbing and flowing down low. She flipped Claudia onto her back. Em enjoyed the sight of Claud's boobs bouncing and sagging to the sides. Em sat on Claudia, dipping the dick into Claud's navel. Emily groped and massaged Claudia's tits with her hands. Her body tightened all over with the Fuso being so erotically charged. Emily inserted it into Claudia's mouth to cut off her rival's breathing. It clunked against teeth but didn't hurt. Claudia began to come to. Emily pulled out and karate chopped Claud in the neck with her good arm.

The fit topless blonde with the strap-on, Emily, turned the lingerie model over onto her front. Emily swatted Claudia's ass and stripped off the yellow panties. Emily forced the curved plastic between the booty cheeks of her enemy. Emily squealed with delight. She gripped Claudia under the arms and lifted up in order to get her dick to slide towards the vagina from the back end. “This is so hot!!” Emily said. “Is this really what it feels like to be a dude and have a dick?!” Emily manhandled Claudia's tits and fucked her. Claudia turned to kiss Emily and took the D. The pleasure might've doubled or the newness of it all had Emily digging nails into her own palm to repress ejaculate. Claudia knew she'd gained the upper hand again and knocked Emily onto her butt. Claudia got on her knees, batted her lashes, and stroked the Fuso as she knew it would make Emily wild. Claudia puffed up her tits, fluffing them like billowy flesh pillows, and draped them over and around the Fuso. Claudia tossed her brown hair over her shoulder and tongued the tip. Emily kept her mouth shut and her eyes rolled back. Cora closed her eyes, knowing the nut was coming. All Em's ejaculate squirted from the rod over Claudia's face and chest, leaving Em drained and brittle.

“Stupid bitch,” Claudia said. “The fight is mine now!”

“Worth it,” Em grumbled, sprawled out on her back with the black plastic still big and up. Claudia kicked and broke the Fuso shaft, and then lifted Emily up by the hair. She tossed Emily into the fence and the shocks this time burst the blonde's bikini bottoms. Emily was launched, sparking, bleeding, and smoking. Claudia kicked across Em's knockers as the naked blonde stumbled. The blow broke rib and chest bones, but Em's orbs were still oversized and not deflated. Emily fell; spread eagle. Claudia stomped Em's belly and the blonde sat up like she was waking from bed with a nightmare. Em curled and rolled onto her side, drooling blood. Claudia got a regular strap-on and pulled on Em's ears while plowing her from behind.

“This is how you do it,” Claudia said, making the sex as rough and dominant as possible. She clawed Emily's face, pulled hair, and spanked that ass raw. Claudia peeled away the Fuso parts and fingered Em. Claudia said, “Aw, you're all dried up!”

“Still feels good,” Emily whimpered in earnest.

Claudia didn't want to hear Emily any longer. Claudia face fucked the loser and did her own titty fucking for humiliation and the whole show of it. It felt good to win and be in control. Claudia had a release button on her sex toy for adding fake jizz and essentially lube into the mix. Claudia took no prisoners messing up Emily's boobs and pounding them flatter. When Claudia was done with the celebration coitus, she got Emily in a camel clutch with the blonde naked and being choked from the rear. Claudia sat on Em's brittle back, hearing snaps and pops as she pulled up on Em's neck. Emily's cum covered tongue hung out as her neck was snapped to the side for the kill. Claudia gave a final push and Emily dropped onto her marred and abused front. Claudia crouched down low by Emily's ear and practically whispered, “Feels better to win.” She swore she saw Emily wink and that weirded her out. Maybe it was a curse from Cora who was staring daggers at her. Claudia shrugged and got up, invigorated from a battle well fought and the fatality. Cora herself, got Emily's body into the CryoBag for healing.

 

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Shadow Enterprises Waifu Fighting Tournament 2:


It's that time of the year again! March Madness and Tournament brackets will be sweeping the nation, and Shadow Enterprises never turns away a money making gimmick. The success of last season's Waifu Tournament convinced the big wigs to use a bunch of blood and serum again to open portals to different worlds, pulling in everyone's favorite and the sexiest female anime and manga characters. Women fighters last season had to master different ways of bulking up on FRS (Fighting Recovery & Strength) Serum with the top contenders taking risks and reward serum to smoke rather than the usual injections. There are tons of different types of FRS serums to try that are slightly different with the amount of libido enhancers and other ingredients. As long as the dose of strength and recovery taken before the fight is similar for both combatants, that is all the company will require.


Serum, gold, and healing supplies are among the many rewards available for winning battles with tons of fans watching as well as for stripping your opponent or engaging in erotic activity. Just as before, matches will be held at the stadium and risers on the island over the comapny's man made lake. The combat will take place on a large circular padded mat/platform, several stories above the clear and filtered water below. To advance and win the match, a competitor must either kill her adversary or take 2 out of 3 in ring outs or 10 second knockdown KO's. Wrestling, boxing, mma, and moves to kill are allowed. Shadow Enterprises revives anyone who dies, and normally a healing after that or an especially intense battle helps the overall ability, strength, and durability of the fighter. All the powers characters have in their natural environments are stripped due to the Shadow Metal built into the platform. The platform was reinforced with other special metals and equipment so that the platforms would not break as they had last season. Women may still be able to tap into super powers by experimenting with serum, smoking it, ingesting it, but it is unlikely. The Shadow will zap and punish any combatant who tries to break or ruin the Shadow Metal in order to have powers.


The first Tournament put together the 32 person bracket with matchups alphabetically by first name, but for season two, the 32 contestants are grouped alphabetically by last name.


All women are of legal age to be seen nude now despite whether they were or not at the beginning or end of their canon tales. 17 women were able to return for this tournament, but some were unreachable, leaving spots for 15 new contestants. Last year all deviations were free and on deviantart. This year, some later matches are planned to be only for sale items on lulu or gumroad, and some matches will got to the free forum undertow. Please support the artists who did the fan arts for the collages as well. I will do my best to share their info. Pics were all made in early 2022 for the most part.


Find the first tournament here: Waifu Strip Fight Platform Peril Bikini Tournament by ud983 on DeviantArt


The Tournament 2 Roster Includes:


Avatar the Last Airbender models Azula, Ty Lee, Toph Beifong(^ New this Year), Katara^, Suki^, Asami Sato, and Korra


Dead or Alive: Helena Douglas, Hitomi Buchfink, Honoka, and Tina Armstrong


Dragon Ball: Android 18^ and Bulma Encanto


Edens Zero: Rebecca Bluegarden


Fairy Tail: Cana Alberona, Lucy Heartfilia, Flare Corona^, Ultear Milkovich^, Minerva Orland^, and MiraJane Strauss^


King of Fighters: Mai Shiranui^


Metroid: Samus Aran^


One Piece: Nami, Rebecca Scarlet, Boa Hancock^, Nico Robin, and Nefeltari Vivi


Tekken: Julia Chang and Jose Rizal^


User Danisan9502: Lilly Sanchez^


User Erazer941: SJ^


User QDWF: Kate Rosen^

 

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MFL '23 Belly & Body Antics: Fans Revenge Navel F***ing w/ Galina Dubenenko



The hotel suite scene was erotic and hot. Many of the hidden cameras of the Shadow Enterprises Hotel were zooming in on the sole beauty in the living room. Cameras were hidden in walls, lights, and all over the city with AI technology driving shots the way a horny producer would. The trim brunette babe, Galina, looked like she was in a lingerie modeling shoot. Her bra and panties both had black straps and lining and a flowery print over peach colored cloth. Galina's skin was very tan and darker than the bra and undies. She was the type of model men would dream of with long brown hair, a cute and pretty face, big enough chest humps for the boobies lovers, a trim toned tummy with an enticing navel, and long sculpted legs leading up to tight and taut booty cheeks. The Russian model was also a brutal fighter and a prime example of serum experimenting gone wrong. Anyone close to her would describe her as overly aggressive, easily angered, and bat shit crazy.

Galina stood with a syringe in her hand trembling. She injected herself at least once a day with serum. She normally injected herself near the hip, but that was close to her belly. She was tan, but didn't have sunburn. Her room was set to the upper 60's and blowing air, and she was barely wearing any clothes, but she perspired heavily. Beads of sweat rolled down her cleavage and from the creases in her abs. A puddle of liquid formed in her innie. She tried to flick out the moisture with the tip of the syringe needle. That was too close to her sensitive belly button! She thought about injecting herself in the navel to possibly ease her tummy weakness. Her damned boyfriend Dima had manipulated her! She shot up in a vein over a hip bone and moaned. Even the thought of piercing her navel with the needle and the sweat there had Galina like a cat in heat – and she loved cats. She threw the syringe into a trash can nearby and put her hands between her legs, panting and rubbing her pussy. It felt so good, but not quite as good as tummy play. Galina fanned herself. Her tits almost touched her knees. Her breasts were so big and juicy. That had its perks, but could also be super annoying. She had taken up milking herself to feed her cat, Mittens. She wasn't pregnant, but Mittens liked mommy's milk best. Galina didn't like that she was producing serum in her lactate. She had drank some of her own milk in the past for a power boost and so that no one else could have it, but she preferred serum injections.

She grabbed her phone and jeans off the living room couch. She pressed a button on an App to let Mittens out of his cage. Galina missed the old apartment she had on the edge of town, but this MFL suite had advantages and accommodations like nowhere else. It was a better place for Mittens, who had grown to the size of a puma since drinking human breast milk with blood and serum in it. The giant black and white feline with shaggy fur bolted from down the hall to nuzzle with Galina. He rammed his cheek into her hip and booty cheek, getting whiskers to touch skin and marking his owner. Galina grabbed Mittens's ears with rough, but genuine affection. She pushed the fur baby's ears back and petted the pussy. Then Mittens rammed his head into Galina's gut.

“F-FUCK!” Galina screamed. “Bad Mittens Wittens! Stay away from Mommy's tummy! That bastard boyfriend still hasn't fixed the ish!” Mittens continued to be aggressive. Galina bent over so that the cat's head was in her cleavage. Mittens licked for the teats, wanting the good stuff straight from the source, but Galina shook him off with both arms and a kick. She pressed another button on her phone in the Mittens App the MFL had created for her. It made a saucer of milk from the fridge into a dish on the floor in the kitchen, and Mittens ran off to that. Galina pressed a button to lock Mittens in the kitchen, wanting against her better wisdom, to bring the cat in and let it nummy and paw her navel until she had an explosive ejaculating orgasm. …

Instead, Galina threw down her phone and began to put on her tight jeans. It was going to take serious work to get the denim over her booty humps. She jumped up and down pulling up on the waistband. Her boobs bounced and felt like they were sloshing with milk. She didn't have time to pump. She was already late to this stupid fucking fan meeting. Galina was thinking about trying to make her boyfriend jealous by banging some hot buff male model fans. All the male and female models on this island wanted Galina sexually and to taste her serum milk and experience that. Galina wanted to bust skulls, snap necks, and make the weak little losers cry and die! Hehe! Galina stifled a laugh at the thought of the light leaving the eyes of a pathetic wimp woman or rival fighter. There were cameras all over this island, and Galina would act like she really enjoyed sex with whoever to piss off her absent little bitch boyfriend, Dima. He was her sub, and he needed to get his punk ass around so she could fist his anus to orgasm. He needed to fix the damn belly weakness program too! He said he had, but he clearly hadn't. Galina would one day find all these secret cameras and destroy them! But Shadow Enterprises was giving her a lot of serum and money, so she tried to play in their world a little for now.

“Dumb DUMB Hip Hugging, butt MUGGING Denim!” Galina shouted. “I'm TOO Hot hot HOT for PANTS! Fuck These JEANS!” Galina kicked off her jeans and fanned herself with a hand. She put her bare feet into black high heels, imagining stomping eye sockets with the heel. She touched the hard plastic rod heel, thinking that it or something more organic being shoved into her belly button would be quite the treat. Galina realized she wasn't breathing and her cheeks were flushed. She'd drooled all over her chin and down onto her tits. She wiped her mouth and put her hair up in a messy bun. She put on a long silky white cover up top with a flowery design on it mumbling, “This'll cover my ass and allow me to take off this Stupid FUCKING Bra!!”

Dima hadn't been watching Galina get changed. He might later watch and jerk off. He was a little jealous that other people had been sleeping with Galina, but he didn't like being the submissive one during sex and in the relationship. He knew that Galina was annoyed by fans and almost all human interaction. Not only had Dima gathered three nerdy fans Galina was sure to hate, but he had sent them to Galina's hotel suite. He answered the phone from his girlfriend's call with a smirk and said, “GPS says you never left your place. What about your fans, babe?!”

“FUCK them!” Galina screamed. “Not actually though. Kill them! Spill their Blood! Mittens prefers the red dead ooze from big titty witty whores I demolish, but any blood will do!”

“Don't kill your fans,” Dima said. “They're coming to you.”

“WHAT?!” Galina hollered. “NO! No! No no No NO NO!!” Galina stomped her feet and threw a hissy fit like a small ill tempered child. “How come I can't talk to the Shadow?!” She whined. “I WILL! I'LL GET HER to Castrate YOU!! Hehe! Then you'll have no juice to get hard to put it in wittle ole me! Hehe! FIX my STOMACH DIMA! Or I'll Pop your Balls! … Come see me sometime.”

“Yeah uh,” Dima said. “The Shadow is a man, remember? But your fans should be there now. Just sign some autographs, answer some questions, do selfies, maybe some milk.” Dima smirked.

“I'LL Do NONE of THAT!!” Galina shouted. There was a knock on her door. Dima hung up the phone. He was glad that Galina wasn't tapped into GPS on him and that she didn't know he was on the island. She might track him down for sex. He wanted to do her, but she'd go for his phone to destroy it and or the App. She was unstable. The Shadow knew the issues and was trying to help. Dima knew there was going to be great footage from this fan interaction. All three dudes were super into Galina's tummy with belly kinks and fetishes. There had been a screening process and selection after all.

“Is this Ms. Galina's place?!” A soft spoken man asked.

“I WILL Rip YOUR Spine out of YOUR ASSHOLE!” Galina roared, opening the door. She stood with her chest puffed out and her arms pushing her jacket back. The men gawked at her, ogled her body, and had trouble controlling their breathing and gazes. The man who had spoken backed into the other two guys. He had very dark skin, glasses, acne, and greasy short black curly hair. There was a very short tubby blonde guy who Galina thought was shaped like an egg to crack and a much too thin Asian weirdo with sunglasses and red dyed hair. His fingers were long, gangly, and creepy, but looked fun to break. All of them were speechless and awkward. Galina grabbed the guy in front by the collar, lifted him off his feet, and swung him through the doorway into her dwelling.

“Do we just go in and shut the door?” Tubs asked. Red shoved inside and and shut the door quietly, looking from side to side with his squinty eyes as his shades slipped down his nose. The black guy's glasses had fallen off after Galina had thrown him onto the couch. These guys were dressed so crappy in nerd attire or old and not trendy clothes. Galina said, “This is the best FANS the MFL could find ME?! What the FUCK?! … I guess I got red, blond, and black haired sluts to FUCK! You're a black dude, right?!” Galina grabbed at the crotch of the man on the couch. “YOU only HAVE a HALF CHUB?! Get HARD!! What do you THINK this is?!”

“We don't know!” Tubs said with his eyes watering. “We just did what Shadow Enterprises ta-told--”

“SHUT UP!” Galina shouted. She jerked Acne off the couch by the dick head and cupped his balls, ready to put on a death grip. She looked into his eyes, fogged his glasses, and said, “I WILL SQUEEZE your NUTS Til they Burst! Mittens might like that.”

“No, no!” The man pleaded. Galina moved her grip from the testes up the long big shaft of the fan, becoming slightly less angry and more impressed. Acne had a big cock. She would still kill him, but maybe she could make Dima jealous with him. She was about to rip his pants off when Red poked her in the belly button with his index finger.

“AIYEE!” Galina whimpered, releasing hold of Acne's shaft. She backed up, hoping the stickiness between her thighs was sweat. She pulled her hair out of the bun, tossed her jacket to the couch, and pointed at her heels and then Red. “This. SO FAR up YOUR ASS! GRR!! ROAR! You barged into MY HOUSE! I will fight you all three at ONCE and Kill YOU ALL and Pound out your Baby Batter and BATHE in YOUR BLOOD!!”

“We were told this might happen,” Red said. He injected himself in the neck with serum like a ninja. Galina hadn't even noticed that each guy had a serum syringe on his person yet. Tubs was already touching himself in his baggy pants. Acne injected himself next. Tubs couldn't stop stroking his little wiener long enough to inject himself. Galina went for him first, hoping to steal his serum. She decided she'd like to bust his nuts first with a kick and shouted, “I'LL RUPTURE Your TESTES Hehe! You Fat FUCKING PIG!!”

This made Tubs tremble in fear and fumble around in his pocket for the serum syringe. As Galina swung back her leg, Red and his stupid gangly fingers grasped her hair bun. Galina's foot hit the wall and put a hole in it. Tubs must have injected himself through his pants pocket the way his fat rolls and turkey neck gyrated and his muscles took on a quick glimpse of rigidity. Acne cupped Galina's boob with his hand and said, “Wow! I expected there to be more padding on this bra! I call dibs on fucking her sexy tummy. If we need more serum, we can suck her tits.”

“Like HELL!” Galina shouted. Her brown locks were pulled loose again and swung over her face. Red actually moved her backwards! She elbowed him in the temple and kicked Acne in the flank. She was ready to kill!

“I'm tryin to fuck and hit that navel!” Red said. “You can't call dibs!” He made a fist and punched Galina in the belly-button. His knuckle struck directly in her weak spot. Galina hunched and gasped. Her butt bumped into Red's boner. Acne looked pleased to not be hurting too much from taking one of Galina's kicks to the body. He abandoned her breasts momentarily and balled his fists as well. Galina flailed at Red. He evaded and landed another blow to her belly, knifing and screwing his finger into Galina's innie. She could feel her abs bruising. She threw her head back, moaning and squealing, before folding over his arm and hand. His bicep flexing separated her tan milky jugs.

“You can't kill us if we hit your weak spot!” Acne said, slugging Galina in the kidney. Red splotches of skin and welts appeared on her toned lower torso. Galina's calves were at and touching the arm of the couch. She managed to claw Red's face and chest, tearing his shirt down the middle. Tubs waddled over. His little pink steel wood was revealed and his baggy pants were around his ankles. He probably had big fat man boobs shirtless. Galina wondered if Mittens would drink his blood. Tubs's hand completely covered his dick it was so small. He heel stomped Galina right in the gut. Galina whimpered and fell butt first onto the couch cushions. She arched her back and cooed. She put her hands between her legs, feeling flushed, warm, and stimulated.

“Ugh, um stop it!” Galina whined in an almost sweet and seductive little voice. She didn't dare cum already in front of these losers for several reasons. Normally serum helped you reload and recover seminal fluids at a record pace, but there was also that new O-Drop serum that left you weakened and extremely fragile after a substantial squirt.

Red thought he was the goddamned Rock or something, elbow dropping directly into Galina's navel. The tears fell. It was so painful at first, but then so pleasurable. She couldn't quite sit up with him atop her. She saw Acne take off his pants, and couldn't help but have a slightly agape jaw when noticing his long, erect, and veiny BBC. Red's creepy hands and long fingers were all over her body. His index finger poked her belly-button like it was a nuclear detonator. Galina screamed and headbutted him in the face, drawing blood. Galina laughed maniacally and was able to sit up. Red groaned, and tugged at Galina's silk cover-up. She shimmied her shoulders to be out of it and tried to ballbust Tubs again. She hit mostly thigh, but he still bent over in pain.

Acne latched onto Galina's hooters and kneed her right in the abs. His hands slipped off her sweaty orbs and the bra. Tubs said, “Oww...” He backed off. Galina stomped his foot with her heal, drawing a spurt of blood through his crappy dark stained white sneakers. She swiped at Tubs again, but Acne deflected it. Galina thought he had used his dick like a sword at first, but then realized it was more likely one of his scrawny legs. Red got up and pulled at her bra from behind and struggled with it, digging his nails into the skin of her back. The bra mashed her melons with each of his amateur tugs. Her hard nipples felt ready to explode with milk – a feeling just under in severity to the pressure between her legs and in her loins from her reverberating and pulsating belly weakness. Finally her bra came off. Tubs and Acne backed off to ogle her jiggling jugs. Red threw the bra at Galina. She ducked, and Tubs caught it. His cheeks were like beets. He put a bra cup to his nose and took a long whiff.

“So hot,” Acne said, giving a labored and long pump to his incredibly lengthy shaft. Galina fantasized for a second about a dick head in her navel; specifically his, but then got mad.

“This stuff helps recovery, right?” Red said, leaning around Galina to put his bloody face and mouth over one of her teats. He tongued the areola and fatty tissue, and nibbled near the nipple.

“MITTENS!” Galina shouted. “Help Momma! Wh-where's my FUCKING PHONE?!” Galina regretted locking Mittens in the kitchen now. Red stomped her ankle. One of her heels snapped and broke. He didn't get any of her precious breast milk yet, as she tightened every muscle in her body to stop that from happening. Tubs inched closer, moving his arm for jerking his weenie faster than he probably could move for anything else. His other hand held Galina's bra like a trophy. Red dove out of the way as Tubs made an O face. He sounded like a dying walrus as his glurpy spunk wad drizzled out of his penis hole. Some globby yellowish semen hit Galina's face and chest. “What kind of WEAK ASS LOAD was that?!” Galina taunted, feeling outraged. “You BEAT it TOO MUCH FAT ASS!!”

“Oh!” Tubs said. “I'm getting a boner again already! Serum is awesome!”

Galina socked Tubs in the jaw. It was nearly a KO to the mandible, but Acne helped Tubs gain his balance and the wall helped the overweight guy too. He still held the bra clasp. Galina kicked off her shoes and buried angry fists into Tubs's jelly rolls belly. He humped her leg and groped her, feeling like a hot blob of nastiness hugging her while he could. Galina shoved him off and slung him by the shoulder – Pop! The fat dude with his pants around his ankles went head over heels, getting slammed onto the carpet. His shoulder was messed up. Galina pointed and laughed at him. Then Galina felt a finger curl from behind her booty cheeks towards her private area. Red swung his head like a hammer into Galina's gut. Red's face blood was now on her tits and stomach. She winced and coughed up a little blood. Acne uppercut Galina in the underboob. She stood up straight and yelped. She could feel the milk sloshing around in her full breasts.

“Let's see what you like better,” Red said, still stroking and teasing Galina's vulva past her scrunched and moist panties. He stopped that and then probed his middle finger into her navel.

“AIYEE!!” Galina cried out. She reached down low and smacked at Red's hand to repress her humming pussy. Acne punched Galina in the diaphragm. The topless brunette's sexy body arched and quivered. Acne then drilled Galina right in the nipple with a right handed jab. Her tit cratered. Skin tore and a trickle of pink blood mixed with lactate and serum rolled down the reshaping udder.

“Clearly the stomach,” Red said with a grin. He sidled in front of Galina, thrusting his pelvis at her tummy. His rod rammed into her abs. Then he uppercut her in the jaw. Galina's arms flew up in the air. She stumbled backwards into the wall. Her legs wobbled like a baby deer and she slid down with her back against the wall until she was sitting slumped with her legs open and her head down. “You're always wearing those little crop tops,” Red said, snatching Galina by the hair. He turned her body by the wrist. The carpet fluff touched the little hair on Galina's landing strip with her panties so crooked as she swiveled. “This is like one,” Red said, accidentally ripping a sleeve off Galina's silk cover up garment. He punched down into her gut and then elbowed her in the eye. Acne helped up Tubs. Red put the top over Galina's shoulders and slid one arm into the remaining sleeve. He pulled Galina and she fell onto her back spread eagle. He tied the see through fabric over Galina's heaving chest in a sloppy knot. “You're going to get fucked in this little top,” Red said. Galina sat up. All it took was a press to her navel for her to become like putty. Red really pushed her button. She moaned. Acne slapped Galina in the cheek with his mushroom dong.

Tubs practically tackled Galina, kneeing her in the face. He was first to get his dick into her belly-button, but Acne tossed him aside. Tubs had terrible balance atop Galina anyway, and after a few wild thrusts, he had been off balance. Red unzipped his jeans and pulled his boner out from his boxers.

It was almost like Galina was getting raped, but her fucking asshole boyfriend had made this so pleasurable for her!! She had decided to stop resisting consciously ages ago, and to act like this was all really awful to upset Dima and anyone watching. The moment was upon her when she'd know what kind of serum she'd been getting from Shadow Enterprises. Acne pumped his big glorious monster cock into her stomach basin. It was pure bliss and blackness and numbness mixed with pangs of pain. Acne pulled Galina up under the arms. She cooed and held onto him. Then she nipped at his shoulder with her teeth and ran her fingernails through the back of his shirt, like a cat clawing. The force of his fornicating motions opened the belly skin and her navel wider.

“This really is your weakness!” Acne said. Each thrust went deeper into her belly. Galina's eyes rolled. She drooled on his chin, barely able to bend over and touch him due to his long erection. Some crimson squirt out with sweat from the hole Acne was making in her toned tummy. “This IS SO GooD!” Acne shouted, squeezing her booty cheeks, and knocking away the other men temporarily. He had to keep plowing her, but then paused with his cock out and red tipped like he'd popped her cherry. “Maybe I should st-stop... Destroying that Sexy Navel!”

“YOU SHOULD!” Red said, reaching into Galina's top to pinch a nipple. “She was trying to kill us! If we unload in her belly all the way it could short out her weakness.”

“Oomf,” Galina grumbled, running her hands through Red's hair. She was getting passed around like a slut, but she didn't mind at this point. She would get the last laugh when her weakness was reversed! She'd kill these guys and break all their bones! She could survive! She would survive. The hole in her stomach got bigger. It felt like these guys were carving her up! Her ass got smacked. She got fucked up against the wall and the couch. Tubs pulled her away from Red for a moment. The two of them liked spanking her and manhandling her tits while banging the bloody gaping stomach hole. Galina was pretty sure they were fucking all the way to her insides! It felt like their dicks would pop out of her back! She couldn't stop the leaks between her legs. She wasn't on O-drop serum. She was creating a lot of fluid and drenched.

Tubs didn't last long fucking Galina's stomach. Both him and Red had nutted inside her, but there was still no short circuit. The damn weakness still had Galina getting rag dolled. She tried to pull off Tubs's ear and couldn't. He got scared and backed off with Acne wanting his turn. Red stepped in again. Galina tried to break Red's finger. He dodged and punched into her stomach hole. It was now big enough for his fist. Blood washed over Galina's slick and soaked chest from her mouth after being punched in the gut. “I think we're going to kill her,” Red said, “but she deserves it and healers will come to revive her.” He made a perverted looking face and held Galina over his knee. Her wounded stomach was bent over. Galina herself got worked over again by Red's second raging boner. “Your top is full of milk!” Red said, squeezing a dangling melon. Red and Tubs were both still injured from fighting, so they quickly stripped Galina and sucked on her tits and breasts milk. Acne got between the two of them to rail Galina in the belly again. He managed to slurp some milk as well, and didn't need any more power.

“I've been doing No FAP for almost a month,” Acne said, still holding in his load in. Red and Tubs came all over Galina's face and body. Red's dick was long and thin like his fingers. She found herself licking it and cumming in ecstasy.

Acne finally pushed Galina away from the two other men. He banged her up against the wall, getting his member to swirl all around her enlarged belly hole. The titillation and sensations were too much for him and his volcanic eruption of jizz sprayed inside Galina's body and splattered outside in the room too. The only thing that short circuited so to speak was Galina's brain. The belly weakness was still set on high and she couldn't take any more. The deadly, but cute and petite Russian woman had been fucked senseless by fans she normally wouldn't have given the time of day to. She would've gladly killed them all in an instant though, but the serum and them drinking her milk had changed the game. Galina passed out with her gooey cum covered lips set in a smile.

The horny fans wanted more, but Acne soon realized Galina's body was cold, and decided to call in the MFL's healers. Dima had already tuned in watching, surprised that Galina had lasted so long. Healers were on the way. The fans would be sedated and tended to as well since they were so hyped up, they would likely otherwise do destructive acts in public. There was going to be plenty more embarrassing footage of Galina spread around now.

 

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European Model Cage-fight and Sexfight Association: Season 2 Mandy D vs Sara C

Sara had insisted on driving to the rocky desert Spanish plains for a death match against her Romanian rival, Mandy. F1, Foxy Corp's first, biggest, and most faceless android with sunglasses and no expressions ever had been willing and wanting to drive. Sara had chosen him as her Foxy Corp protection to ensure no funny business or permanent death – not that Sara thought she was going to lose again so soon. She had recently been bested by Megan Fox in a hot and sexy battle with Bianca Juicy running EMCASA like an evil queen lately. The EMCASA crowd wasn't going to be present for this fight, but F1, and the bot Mandy had selected, Robert, would be filming everything through their eyes and possible other devices too. The black sleek Foxy Corp Sedan had been a nice ride, and Sara had driven wild and crazy at times on purpose. She had already injected herself with the new O-drop serum before getting in the car in order to try it out and see how her body reacted to stress and adrenaline on it. F1 had filmed Sara injecting herself then, and her body would still register the full dose if tested again even though she had been storing and using some serum energy already.

The trim fan favorite Romanian sexfighter, Sara, parked the Sedan. Sara was extremely horny on the O-drop serum supplied by the MFL for this test match, and this was the serum that made you brittle and a hair's breadth away from death after ejaculating. The lap belt between Sara's breasts had been uncomfortable and titillating the entire drive. She was happy to unbelt, but proud of herself for practicing and pushing that limit. Sara normally had straight brown hair, but since her last healing her hair had been styled wavy and dirty blonde. Sara looked in the rear view mirror, seeing Mandy and Robert's rental car far in the distance. Sara puckered her lips. Her kissers were very full and sexy. Despite the AC on full blast, Sara's body was still very warm. Even wearing no bra under her top, Sara's breasts were very round, shapely, and large. Sara had a nice tan and the sunlight through the window alone had put a puddle of sweat into her cleavage. Sara was known for being kinky, experimental, adaptable, resilient, and strong. She wasn't known for a big bust or flaunting her rack all the time like Mandy or other women did; yet Sara was well endowed today. She didn't think it was a result of the O-drop serum as she had noticed this after her last healing. Sara wondered if the Assistant from the MFL had gotten in on her last healing since he was in the country vacationing with his semi-powered platinum blonde girlfriend, Jess. He was the Ass Man, but he liked tits too and messing with chicks. It was not out of the ordinary especially in the MFL where humans rather than bots executed healings and resurrections that one's body could have some pretty drastic unintentional changes when being released and sent back into the fighting scene.

F1 had been a boring but stable companion for the drive. He and Sara exited the car. Sara wore a low cut black short sleeved crop top with white polka dots. The top was tied tight just under her bosoms in a knot. Her black skirt with white polka dots matched her top. Her panties matched but in reverse with white straps and cloth and black polka dots. Sara kicked off her sandals as she and Mandy had agreed to fight barefoot. Mandy had chosen Robert as her Foxy Corp android security. EMCASA didn't really trust the Assistant very much and there was a new healer guy on the scene named Hudy as well who was very mysterious. Sara had just heard a little bit about Hudy on the way to the fight by F1, who complimented the relatively unknown MFL healer here for being precise and near robotic in performing healing duties clean and error free.

The Assistant was a male model. He was shirtless with excellent musculature and had perfect teeth. He had his bimbo cosplay loving trophy girl on his arm, but she was the dom in their relationship, much to his disliking in public. They were both freaks in the sack and in the healing center as rumors went; eager to fuck, orgy, and gangbang any fresh fighting meat or anyone that seemed new or exciting. Jess Nigri wore some ridiculously skimpy outfit with more useless cloth used to accessorize than to cover her body. Her tits had always looked so fake to Sara, but at least her crazy personality didn't seem forced. Jess and the Assistant ogled Sara in her short skirt with her trim tummy, full lips, and sizable knockers. They stood far away from Hudy who was dressed almost as nicely as F1 who always wore a suit. Jess and the Ass Man wore sunglasses, but Hudy did not. He had piercing green eyes, salt and pepper colored short hair, was clean shaven, and rather lean with a suit jacket over his shoulder and an unbuttoned dress shirt and floral print tie hanging loose from his broad shoulders. He introduced himself to Sara briefly and deferentially as if he knew she was on serum already. He was a perfectly polite diplomat at all times.

“You can trust their will be no foul play with me around and F1 and Robert,” Hudy said. “I don't suspect that you or Mandy really want to end the other permanently anyway, but we can never be too careful. Drugs and serum can change one's brain. I won't go into case histories, Galina... you know.”

Sara nodded and fanned herself. Jess glared at Hudy, but then stuck out her tongue and said, “I may kill you Hudy Delight, and rip all your limbs and dick off for the vultures if you don't play along with what me and my perverted boyfriend want.”

“You're more perverted than me sometimes, babe,” the Ass Man said, lowering his shades to check out Sara's rack.

“You are a wild card, Jess,” Hudy said. He slowly raised his hand from his blue suit pants pocket to reveal a purple Shadow Metal crystal. Jess flinched. That was essentially Kryptonite to her and would keep her on her best behavior. Hudy said, “I trust you both, but the extra layer of protection was requested top down, and you never know if or when a powered fighter could appear unexpected out of nowhere.” Jess and the Assistant laughed. No one had really expected them to show up in Spain in the first place. The fact that Assistant wasn't acting overly macho or combative to Hudy meant that this man was pretty important to the MFL or that he was just easily and well liked.

The sex toys F1 laid out on the ground were few and far between. The new strap-on dildos that felt like real attachments to the user and stimulated her private area with each touch to the plastic penis part were all that were available and part of the match stipulation with the O-drop serum. The sex toys were called Fuso's with the 'so' for strap on and 'fu' for futanari as in women depicted with penises. This was going to be a hard combination to work with, but Sara was confident in her self restraint and discipline. She would fuck Mandy with a Fuso after beating her senseless, and if she came, she would do it right before killing Mandy. Mandy had no self control. Mandy had caused a fuss in the EMCASA house picking Delia's boyfriend cyborg Robert as her security for this match. Robert had eyes for Mandy and a few other women, and Mandy was a showy slut. Sara would've bet the house that Mandy hadn't touched the O-drop serum yet and was trying to give Robert road head while he drove and engaging in sexual shenanigans in the car even though Robert was filming it all. Most of the EMCASA's Chosen and Megan loyal group wanted little to do with O-drop serum right now. Bianca Juicy had just beaten Mandy so to speak in a bullshit fight where explosives stole the win from Mandy. Sara had some of the same mentorship and guidance with jujitsu and bone breaking techniques as Mandy through sexy pop star and fighter Antonia Iacobescu. Antonia and Ozana were an on again off again item. Sara wouldn't have minded Antonia and or Ozana to be her security for this fight and prizes for fucking after defeating Mandy.

Robert drove very slowly. He parked, turned the car off, and got out of the driver's seat without realizing that his fly was unzipped. Hudy alerted him in a private and discreet whisper. Robert, the buff bearded man who had been turned part bot with important and company damning memories erased by Foxy Corp, flushed as he zipped up and batted down his boner. Mandy wore a black lacy top with ruffled lining along the collar at her cleavage and upper abs. The thin short sleeved garment had shoulder pads for shape, but Mandy wore no bra, and her breasts looked big and juicy as usual. Mandy's long hair was a strawberry brown today, resting to the sides of her bouncing hooters. Mandy was all smiles, wearing rose rimmed sunglasses with big angular lenses and a black sunhat tilted back. Mandy tried to pull up her drooping pants above her hips, but she was short with no bubble butt. Mandy's white and black vertically striped pants looked a little loose. She took a syringe of serum out of her pocket, and surprisingly injected herself right in the ass. Mandy's black thong panties straps could be seen on her skin until she pulled up her pants again, and this time the pants sat snug on her expanded hips, nearly covering her navel. Mandy's pants were so tight and practically as see through as paper now. Robert took the spent syringe and Mandy tried to throw herself on him and kiss him. He backed off quickly. Mandy pouted and turned to face Sara.

“Now, this is a rush, Sara!” Mandy said, grinning. “Out here all alone with experimental serum, the mystery man, strong sexy vulnerable Robert, and the psychopaths who might just fuck the loser, kill the rest and leave us all out here for dead.”

“It's not that serious,” Hudy said. “There are many safety measures in place.”

“Don't be a buzz kill, new guy!” Mandy shouted. “you know Sara, he kind of reminds me of my old fling, Bert. I wonder how he and UFSO are doing in the states. It makes me want to live, and break all your bones before cumming in your dick sucking lips!”

“That's rich knowing what you tried with Robert in the car,” Sara said. “You'll never last on the O-drop serum. It will be my pleasure to show you how it's done.”

“I did not let her,” Robert began. “We um... I'm trying to be good to Delia.”

“You two bitches are gamey and crazy for trying this,” Jess said. “I like it! I'm horny.” The Assistant crowded closer. “Not for you now!” Jess lashed out. The Ass Man flinched and shuffled away.

“You never know when serum formulas may change for good or when you might get a different type of serum with someone messing with you,” Mandy said. “Sara and I will be ahead of the curve for learning the O-drop. I'm going to drop you, Sara... hard... and... your tits look great. You copycat bitch, trying to be me and be busty and blonde!” Mandy threw the first punch.

The blonde, Sara, was feeling ready to battle. The way Mandy moved her legs awkwardly to punch as if she didn't want to chance a wedgie, meant that she was struggling to adapt to the serum. Sara parried Mandy's punch. Sara stepped back and kicked Mandy right in the side of the head. Sara had proven that her legs and kicks could be extreme assets with her fighting before, and this first blow to Mandy sent the top heavy tramp tumbling onto her butt. Mandy's sunglasses glasses broke and fell off, and her hat soared off her dome from the kick and a gust of wind. Mandy already had a small cut near her eyebrow. She put her arms back as she sat, creating small dust clouds on the hard ground around her.

“If you want to keep rushing in, it's your funeral,” Sara said. “I had wanted a good fight.”

“Don't give me that shit, Sara!” Mandy spat. “I'm not always second fiddle to you!”

“Shut up and get a hold of yourself real quick,” Sara said, watching Mandy's eyes dart, her chest heave, and pores sweat profusely. Sara tried to untie her top, but ended up just ripping the black and white polka dotted crop top off her bodacious body. Sara stood topless with her chest puffed out with pride as she would have any other day. It just so happened that today she had a little more weight and size to her breasts than she was accustomed to. Jess and the Assistant cheered and gave perverted commentary that RoboMic would've loved.

“That's it, you fucking show off,” Mandy grumbled, scrambling to her feet. As expected, Mandy reached for Sara's naked chest. Sara slapped Mandy's wrist down hard. Mandy partially blocked Sara's punch with her other hand. The redhead was so curious and jealous. She got in a quick cup and grope of Sara's melons, allowing Sara to propel her patella into Mandy's navel. Mandy's soft stomach cratered. She gasped, sputtered, and bent over, flailing and shrieking wildly. Her arm thwacked into Sara's collar. Mandy kneed Sara in the hip and crashed her other arm against Sara's chest. Sara snagged hold of Mandy's wrist. The two Romanians punched one another in the face at the same time. Sara's lips were like pads against Mandy's knuckles, but the hit still knocked her head back. Sara's fist gave Mandy a nose bleed. Crimson slopped onto the racks of the combatants. With Mandy reeling, Sara slammed an elbow down, obliterating a shoulder pad in Mandy's black top. Mandy yelped, hunching over, and carrying her arm at an awkward angle as jerked it away from Sara. Sara punched the other shoulder pad out of the shirt and then delivered a fierce uppercut. The big bosoms of the redhead in the striped pants tempered the attack that bore up eventually into her chin. Mandy's big tits had flopped out of the top, and she looked slow, drooling.

The sexy vixen in the skirt, Sara, sidled behind her red haired foe. She blocked an elbow thrust from Mandy and ensnared her opponent's arm. Sara pulled Mandy's arm up and back so Mandy's bicep would cut across her own throat tightly. Sara hung onto Mandy, grabbing up from the bitch's sideboob and armpit and over the shoulder. Sara's warm breasts pressed into Mandy's sun kissed back just above the neckline of Mandy's lacy black top. Mandy's booty bumped into Sara's crotch. Sara kneed Mandy in the spine and stomped Mandy's calf. Mandy's ass hit the dirt. She yelped. Her big jugs jiggled. Sara tried to choke Mandy out and break her arm at the same time, but it was too early in the fight to be able to that all together or either on its own. Mandy's arms were in the air as her legs kicking frantically to try and sit. Sara stopped holding one of Mandy's wrists so tight in order to rake her nails over Mandy's chest. Sara had no trouble stripping and ripping off Mandy's top. Mandy remained still, looking shocked. Her nipples were erect. She worried that the little lactate budding might go with the O-drop serum to doom her quickly. Also, banging her butt on the ground led to her crotch vibrating and getting a wedgie. Mandy was all together too horny and breathless.

The topless blonde babe, Sara, dropped down onto her hindquarters herself. She wrapped a leg around Mandy's neck and stretched arms. Sara let one arm go. Mandy gurgled; pale and azure in the cheeks. POP! Sara dislocated Mandy's arm at the shoulder joint. Mandy grimaced and shook like crazy. She swatted Sara's ass and clawed the thigh until she was able to push closer to Sara's pussy. Mandy choked and gasped, making dust clouds fly up into Sara's face from rustling about and flipping side to side. Mandy's milky breasts took damage from all that flopping and the hard ground. The busty redhead put holes in her pants, and loosened them again while getting free from the choke hold. She toppled Sara over onto her side. The blonde in the skirt had strands of Mandy's hair in her hand and some of Mandy's blood, sweat, and spit over her chest and torso. Mandy's thong straps, butt crack, and hip dimples could be seen with her on her knees. Mandy's naked knockers dangled and appeared to drag the dusty dirt below. She popped her shoulder back in place with a grimace, and then looked to trampoline herself to her feet by slamming her chest down.

The Romanian hotties bearing their chests in the barren Spanish plains stood up at about the same time. Mandy still couldn't get over the size of Sara's chest. She couldn't stop staring at Sara's tits. Mandy lunged forward and laced her fingers with Sara. Their hands clasped above their heads and their exquisite bodies moved closer, grappling. Mandy banged her battered, bruised, and bleeding breasts up into Sara's underboobs. Sara tried to knee Mandy in the belly, but the shorter fighter blocked with her thigh. Mandy's shoulder ligaments could be heard stretching and perhaps tearing as Sara began to take over the grapple. Mandy moaned, gasping for breath. She got on her tiptoes to be nipple to nipple with Sara and to bang their melons together. Their warm orbs collided and jostled for position and superiority. Sara's chest was a lot firmer than Mandy's. The titfight billowed and flattened the breasts of the abused broad in the pants. Sara's knee was at Mandy's crotch, teasing there. Sara whipped Mandy's arm down, pinning it against Mandy's squashed sideboob. Sara was now ready to obliterate Mandy's squishy parts with knees, to lift and throw her foe, or to completely ruin her some other way.

“Ngh!” Mandy moaned. “NOO!! Sara!” Mandy hugged Sara tight. There was no room between them. Mandy turned her head to lock lips with Sara. Mandy would not be Sara's first choice for mate, sparring partner, or fling, but the kiss was good and passionate enough to make Sara hesitate attacking. Mandy also got her hand up under Sara's skirt and to the better fighter's panties. “MMM,” Mandy cooed, forced to pull away with Sara's resistance. A strand of long saliva hung from their mouths. Mandy tried to suck it all in, but some splashed onto her heaving and reshaping chest, barely not touching Sara's. Mandy added, “Your lips are so full and moist and kissable.” Mandy squealed as Sara put them into a grapple again with their arms high. “More of this!” Mandy demanded, ramming her hooters into Sara's tits.

“Don't make yourself cum too soon,” Sara taunted, finally using her breasts as weapons titfighting. Sara released the clear advantage she had over Mandy's arms and rocketed a right hook into Mandy's nipple. The boob sank in and resonated from the blow. Flesh rippled. Mandy whimpered. She threw her hair over her shoulder and then slung her fun bags into Sara's chest. Mandy made their bosoms bang side to side like a metronome and then waited for Sara to strike back. A simple but effective chest bump made Mandy falter and feel inferior. Sara swelled her upper body with pride. Mandy swung a left hook into Sara's succulent udder. Sara grit her teeth. Mandy wanted to hug, grope, and kiss, but Sara socked Mandy in the gut. Sara said, “You can't match me hit for hit.” She shoved her buckled enemy.

“How about tit for tit?!” The Assistant said with a smarmy smile. Jess socked him in the pecs.

After shaking off the stomach pain, Mandy cupped her own knockers. They hurt and tingled, but Mandy still wanted to use them. She shook her head and tried to pull up her drooping pants. She had to settle for pulling up on her thong straps. The breeze blew Sara's skirt just enough for Mandy to get a glimpse of panties as she threw a punch. Mandy hit Sara in the abs, and Sara barely budged. Sara's return punch to Mandy did a number. The darker haired Romanian, Mandy, whined and held her midsection, spitting up blood. Sara playfully smacked Mandy's cheek with her hand. Mandy stepped back and then kicked Sara hard in the ribs. Sara cursed, frowned, and use her excellent kickboxing form to stomp her foot into Mandy's mandible.

Globs of blood slopped from Mandy's agape jaw. She fell backwards flailing and looking like a tormented harlot with her pants too risque and falling down. Her naked fat chest sacks flopped about. The back of Mandy's head with the bumper of the rental car Robert had driven. Mandy sat in the dust and dirt dazed. Sara loped over on long sexy legs. She slammed her heel down at Mandy's terrified eyes. Mandy dodged enough that Sara struck the bumper, breaking it loose from the rest of the vehicle. The trunk popped open because of this. Mandy scrambled to get away, but got kicked in the armpit and collar. Mandy yelped, trying to tackle and claw Sara to no avail.

“Get in there, bitch!” Sara said, hoisting Mandy off her feet and chucking her into the trunk of the car. Mandy grabbed Sara's nipple and tried to pull and keep hold. Her fingers were too sweaty. Sara pulled the trunk down. The bar and metal roof of the trunk hit Mandy in the head, taking a bloody chunk off her cranium. Mandy's strawberry brown hair now had a lot more red in it. Mandy threw a punch and tried to climb out. Sara slammed the trunk again, injuring Mandy's arm further. The trunk was not going to close right. Mandy climbed onto Sara. Mandy's leg got caught on the trunk bar, nearly closing the trunk. Sara lifted Mandy and body slammed her atop the broken trunk of the car. Mandy's back arched. She was in a big moment to be destroyed or to summon the will to fight back, and she did the latter. Mandy kicked into Sara's side and scooted her ass up to the back windshield, leaving sweaty and dirty booty prints on the glass. Mandy kicked into Sara's mouth and kissers, drawing some scarlet. Mandy then crouched, ready to jump onto Sara for a cross body slam.

Sara was not one to allow a big hit to paralyze her long. Sara jumped up at Mandy and swatted her adversary's foot upward. With other pushing motions, Sara upended and flipped Mandy. The busty redhead plopped onto the roof of the car, denting it, and rolled down the front windshield. The glass cracked. Mandy's back hit the hood of the car and then she tumbled once more landing on her front in the dirt; totally dizzied and winded. Sara raced around the car, pressing her advantage. Mandy gasped and sputtered, hearing Sara's steps and seeing the dust fly. Mandy threw her body against the car to try and get up. Sara grabbed Mandy by the thong, giving the redhead a massive wedgie. Sara pulled and crashed Mandy's head and face into the side mirror, breaking it off from the car. Sara chucked Mandy like a piece of trash and waited for the dust to settle.

“Ugh,” Mandy groaned. “You're... getting... tired? … So... hard... I'm so... horny. ...”

“Get up and lose with honor,” Sara said.

“Kiss, touch, and wrestle down here,” Mandy suggested. Sara shook her head and stomped Mandy's ankle. Mandy screamed and sat upright. Sara opened the car door smashing and denting it into Mandy's head and face. Mandy went down again, looking well beaten and a little gruesome in the face by now. Sara kicked the car door shut and pulled Mandy up by the hair. The way Sara gripped Mandy looked and felt erotic as hell. Sara then shoved Mandy headfirst for the driver's side window. Mandy emitted a high pitched wail of protest. Mandy's head clanked and cracked the glass. One more shove crashed and shattered the redhead through, slicing up Mandy's breasts and body. Mandy looked at the jagged pieces of glass near her torso with wet and red watering eyes. Mandy cried, “NOO!!!” But Sara didn't care. Sara shoved and shook Mandy, smacking Mandy's ass, and trying to push her into the glass peril.

Mandy had little options left. She kicked at Sara and dove into the car. Mandy's adrenaline was high. She got to sit in the driver's seat, fumbling to feel that Robert had left the keys in the ignition of the car. Sara punched and kicked out what little bits of glass were left, splintering them into shards that hit Mandy's lacerated body. Sara grabbed for Mandy's hair and tried to punch her in the face. Mandy turned the car keys. The engine of the car came to life. Mandy put the car in reverse and slammed her heel down on the gas pedal. There was a CRUNCH! And a bump going backwards in the car. Sara had tried to back away, but her foot had been pancaked by the car. Mandy pulled on the ebrake. The car came to a rough stop and Mandy's sexy body was flung at the seat and then into the steering wheel.

“Are you going to fight me in a car?!” Sara asked, limping towards the vehicle. The horn of the car blared and Mandy didn't move. The little serum energy Mandy had was healing some serious cuts and wounds near her ribs, belly, and kidneys. “You can't drive or run away from me,” Sara said. “What?! Are you all out of energy now, bitch?!” Sara looked in at her rival. She opened the door and flung Mandy onto the ground. That stopped the car horn from sounding. Sara tried to daintily step out of her panties, but she had too much anger and strength for that. She was able to not snap the straps. Sara bent over and shoved her panties into Mandy's mouth. Mandy nummied on the drawers like a baby. It was easy for Sara to tear through the crotch part of Mandy's striped pants and the black thong panties all in a few swipes. Both ladies were ready for the sex part of the sexfight and Sara was in commanding control. F1 stood near Sara offering a Fuso. She snatched it from him and secured the curling soft plastic to her private area. She put the straps around her waist and the plastic that had been like an elephant's trunk now stiffened, hardened, and stood straight up under her skirt.

“Are you sure you don't just want to win now?!” F1 asked. Sara shook her head and shooed him away with a hand. Sara's panties fell from Mandy's mouth. Sara stomped Mandy's black and blue belly. Mandy cried out in anguish. Sara lifted Mandy under the arms. Mandy stroked Sara's Fuso dick with her head and face lost and smothering in Sara's cleavage. Mandy sure knew how to touch a dong. Sara couldn't let Mandy use that experience or expertise against her. A well placed fingering and rough handling of Mandy spun the topless redhead around. Sara held onto Mandy's wrist and entered her rival down low from behind. Sara was not going to be able to humiliate Mandy with several doggy style thrusts or anal, but she did break Mandy's arm and wrist before slamming her knee bone into Mandy's vertebrae. Mandy's back curled. Her eyes rolled and looked white and defeated. Mandy was so intent on repressing her orgasm that she couldn't stop her nipples from leaking milk. Sara pushed Mandy off her knee and then Sara was drawn magnetically to touch the Fuso. It was slightly different motions, but masturbating with the Fuso seemed to be a similar if not heightened insanely pleasurable feeling and experience. Sara stood over Mandy, who was clearly ready to be a sub now. Mandy put her lips over and around the mushroom cap head of the Fuso. Sara ran her hands and nails through Mandy's hair, feeling bumps, blood, and welts. Then Sara shoved Mandy to the ground.

“We're both just about done,” Sara said, feeling ready to release sexually with her victory. Sara scissored Mandy and fucked her missionary style a few pumps. Then Sara transitioned to an off shoot of the figure four leg lock to bring more pain to her rival. Mandy cried and writhed, but it was too late. Sara took her time enjoying and breaking both of Mandy's legs. SNAP! Crack. Crack! CRUNCH!!

“AHHH!!” Mandy screamed. “NOOO!!! It hurts!! Bitch!” Mandy sat up and hugged Sara's leg in a futile attempt to not be brutally murdered now.

“Now for your neck,” Sara said.

But Mandy grabbed Sara down low. Mandy's hands got between the Fuso and Sara's vulva lips. Mandy was equally good with her hands stimulating a woman. Mandy bent her head to perform cunnilingus with her crooked and blood soaked pants and legs looking set at very wrong angles. Sara pushed Mandy away, but the Fuso ended up between Mandy's tits, with the redhead holding on for dear life. Mandy stroked the Fuso and licked the tip. She pressed her warm soft bosoms against the rod, shaking flesh all up and down the very sensitive pleasure stick attached to Sara's most sexual area. Sara never would have thought it would be necessary to attack with her own life on the line in this situation. It was just a bad blow job and some titty fucking from a desperate whore, but the touch and sensations were not something Sara was accustomed to feeling like this, and it all felt amazing. Mandy's pussy had definitely been more threatening to make Sara cum, but Mandy had full control with the paizuri here, and Sara couldn't get away. Mandy looked so submissive and like she'd lost anyway. The Fuso trembled in all its hardness against Mandy's soft orbs. Mandy tongued around the tip and Sara tried to grab Mandy's hands. She broke one of Mandy's fingers, but Mandy pressed her tits together harder, sandwiching the Fuso so much that Sara couldn't repress the surge of female ejaculation. Sara creamed all over Mandy's face. The topless blonde in the skirt blushed. Her back straightened. Mandy fell over wiping cum off herself and grinning. Sara went completely rigid.

The real winner of the fight so to speak, Sara, uttered a final curse before falling over completely brittle and needing all the energy possible just to be able to move again. It was like dehydration, paralysis, and death were upon her to the max. Mandy crawled over the top of Sara and put her in a headlock. Mandy had little to no energy left either. Sara was pissed off to have her defenseless face smothered in Mandy's breasts which were covered in Sara's own seminal fluids. SNAP! Mandy broke Sara's neck and then both bodies flopped into the dirt.

“I made you fuck me so good,” Mandy said, “I ended up winning.”

“Are you going to be a bunch of cock blocks, you bots and wimpy dude, or can Jess and I fuck these rag dolled Romanian sluts?” The Assistant asked.

“They need to be healed,” Hudy said. “Once I have finished that and they are out of my care, I can't pretend to have power or authority over you two.”

“They'll be taken to EMCASA restoration chambers,” Robert said, flexing a bicep and stroking his beard. “So sorry Jess and Ass Man, but not really.”

Mandy's mind spun. She wanted an orgy MFL style, but Robert and the other guy were sticking up for her like knights in shining armor. Mandy touched herself. She was so close to Sara and still much too horny. She came too, so even if she had wanted to call out for Jess and the Assistant to ravage her, Mandy lost her voice and her will to do anything other than black out.

 

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Shadow Enterprises Platform Peril Waifu Strip Fight Tournament Two: Round One Fight Thirteen

Kate Rosen (QDWF) vs Lily Sanchez (danisan9502)



“Both boxing gals have brought their own bags to the fight,” the Critic said, explaining what the fans were seeing and witnessing if they weren't following all the latest news and updates on their SE fight Apps. “Here at Shadow Enterprises we could have supplied specialty gloves, extra weighted gloves, shock gloves, or many other innovative things to add to a strict boxing bout, but Kate and Lily have chosen to go very simple with their own equipment that was with them during the dimensional pull. We have video evidence that everything in their bags is legit with no attempts to cheat.”

“I thought boxing would ba-ba-boring,” RoboMic the fat perverted cyborg said. He had short blond hair and always wore sunglasses. The other announcer, the bearded gentleman named the Critic shook his head and leaned back against his chair which had the flag of Great Britain on it. The Critic was British just like Kate Rosen from a parallel earth, and sporting the flag to support her. RoboMic let his shades drop to look at the broadcast images on his phone. He added, “It's topless boxing, so not so bad! Cause the only bags I'm interested in are the fun bags and OOEEE! Mikey Likey! I'm not disappointed at all in these busty brunettes. I wanna see clinching and then gloves off stripping and nudity! Yeow! Woohoo! Amirite?!”

The sexy senorita from Mexico, Lily Sanchez, was already on the blue fighting platform above the lake water. Lily had piercing green eyes and long brown bangs that covered her eyebrows. Her long hair was kept by a white hairband. Her tan skin was both voluptuous and muscular. She had a six pack, big bronzed tits on display, and sculpted thighs. Lily wore pink boxing gloves, skin tight pink booty shorts with a white waistband and side lining design over no panties, and white knee high boxing boots. Her pink gym bag open on its side had additional clothes and gloves spilling out of it. Lily took a few practice jabs while the hologram of the Shadow explained the rules of the tournament.

Kate Rosen didn't look all that British riding a red platform up to the fighting area. She looked slightly Asian with dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail with an elaborate blue tie. Her gym bag was white with red straps and lining with her yellow rose design on the side. One of the red straps was mashed in her sweaty cleavage. The strap separated and drew extra attention to her ginormous bust. Kate's big teddy bear brown eyes glowed a little amber in the sunlight. She had big boobs, big nipples, a little waist, and a toned tummy. Normally she had a six pack abs or better depending on her training, but she was trying to look cute today. Kate wore really skimpy pink and purple flowery micro bikini bottoms. The curves of her ass were just as juicy as her tits, but most fans were choosing to see her front. Kate blushed as she finally got to the top of the platforms. She hopped onto the blue padded circular platform. Her bosoms jiggled and when she slung her bag off her shoulder the strap got caught for a moment on her flopping underboob.

“You were really fast getting up here, Lily,” Kate said, wiping her nervous hands on her big rack. “You already got injected with serum and got your boxing gear on!”

“I'm really fast and really strong with everything,” Lily said. She flexed a bicep and the pink and white Aztec print armband broke off the muscle.

“Oh ho ho,” Kate chuckled, turning her flushed face in embarrassment. Lily was stacked. That rack! That beautiful face! Those abs! That ass! The camel toe of the pinks shorts. It was enough to make Kate drool, but she wouldn't. It was like she was horny on serum already. Kate had gone through a bi phase where she was into her redheaded friend and often sparring partner named Yumi, but Kate had been enjoying some intimate male companionship as of late as well. Well... maybe being bi was more than a phase. Kate turned to face Lily, unable to control the butterflies in her belly. Kate played with her hair and said, “So Lily, I know we said we'd box, but maybe we could start off with some wrestling. What do you think of my bikini? I maybe took a little too long picking it out.”

“I'm not going to waste my time wrestling you,” Lily said. “We box.” Lily kicked her own pink bag towards Kate and said, “Put on these shorts, gloves, and put the flower in your hair. You remind me of my friend, Maria, and this is her outfit. The extra mouth guard has never been used.”

“A red rose,” Kate said, bending over to pick up the flower. She put the stem past one of her long brown hanging bang strands. “How fitting. … You said your friend, Maria?! Your girlfriend is that blue eyed brunette American nurse, Aracely, right? You might need a sexy nurse after fighting me! You sure you don't want to wrestle first?!” Kate caressed her curves, starting with sides of her gargantuan gazongas and then teasing her flank to her booty while wiggling her hips.

Lily walked up to Kate and rocked the flirty female in the belly. Kate gasped, hunched, and grabbed Lily in a clinch. Lily's perky breasts had no give poking with the pointy nipples into the tops of Kate's huge hooters. Lily said, “The rules have been explained. We're both on the fighting platform. It's time to fight. I will allow you the time to get ready if you do it now. No more talking.” Lily broke free from Kate's hug. She put an arm up and got the pink thumb of her boxing glove into her hairband. She got her white mouth guard and fumbled it onto Kate's tits. Lily whacked up into Kate's underboobs and the mouth piece hopped into her open mouth. Lily had to maneuver it with her pink succulent lips.

“You practically sucked that right off my chest!” Kate said, encircling her arms around Lily for some more steamy chest to chest and titfight action. Kate pressed her fists hard into Lily's back. Kate's eyes glowed amber. Her breasts docked down atop Lily sturdy orbs. Kate winked and said, “I thought wrestling you one round would be hot and fun. I could start throwing you around and pinning you now.” Lily stifled a growl. She bonked her forehead with Kate's, pursed her lips, and glared. She tapped her foot impatiently. One of her pink gloves bumped Kate's bean. Lily forced her gloves up a little higher, prepared to gut her clingy competitor.

“No,” the Shadow said. “The agreement by both parties for the first round was boxing. If there are low blows or other types of fighting, the punishments will be sent in volts.”

“Oh fine,” Kate said, sticking out her tongue. She closed her eyes and let go of Lily. Lily punched Kate in the boob, testing her rival's elasticity and nipple endurance. Kate's cinnamon colored eyes opened wide. She closed her shocked and open mouth, furrowed her brows, and pulled the two gym bags together. Kate's melons dangled and nearly touched the mat. From Lily's pink bag Kate pulled out red boxing gloves with white wristbands attached, white booty shorts with a black waistband and lining in the same style as Lily's, and a white mouth guard. Kate pulled out white boots from her bag with red shoelaces. She said, “I was all excited about these bikini bottoms! They're supposed to change colors when they get wet! I also sort of experimented with the healings. Until I use too much energy, my face looks cute and Oriental.” Lily rolled her eyes. “Whatever,” Kate grumbled. “You like American girls. Got it. I'm getting changed, okay?!” Kate pulled down her bikini bottoms. Fans cheered.

“Wh-what?!” RoboMic stammered. “She's gonna change right there?! Hot-cha!”

“Oh wait!” Kate said, blushing. She pulled her bottoms back up. She was fully shaven down low, but had only teased a glimpse of that. “Maybe the Shadow can darken the area around me or make a dressing room?!” Fans booed. Some of them specifically jeered RoboMic for opening his fat mouth. Kate laughed, shrugged, and said, “Never mind. We're all getting naked fighting anyway.” Lily stared incredulously with her jade green eyes and pounded her gloves together.

The British brawler, Kate, puffed her cheeks out with disappointment that Lily wasn't being fun or flirty. Kate pulled down her bikini bottoms quickly and held them up like a trophy. Lily punched the bottoms out of Kate's hand. This angered the brown haired Brit and spurred her to get ready to fight faster. Kate slipped on the white booty shorts. They barely went over her waist and hugged her ass and crotch tight. Hip dimples, butt crack, and camel toe were all lovely sights associated with these shorts that would likely be see through if Kate sweat too much or fell in the water. She didn't plan on the latter unless it was to jump in after a victory. Kate put on her boots next, lacing them up tight. Lily dropped a heel onto Kate's collar, waiting. Kate furrowed her brows and looked up right at Lily's crotch. Kate blushed and shoved the mouth piece in. She got the red boxing gloves over her hands secured with help from the white Velcro strips inside and on her wrists. Lily backed up and jogged in place.

As soon as Kate got to her feet, she was distracted by lust again, watching Lily's bouncing breasts. Kate immediately took a right hook to the cheek. She staggered and ducked Lily's next attack. Kate wanted to taunt Lily and say that she wasn't that fast, despite the gust of wind indicating great power on the punch Kate had dodged. Lily likely was trying to humiliate Kate with a two punch KO. Kate chest bumped Lily, and fired a warning shot at Lily's sexy belly and abs. Lily blocked. The topless combatant in pink landed an uppercut to Kate's chin. Kate hadn't been fast enough to avoid that one. She was literally getting the Asian beat out of her. Kate's facial features and skull structure began to change. She struggled to keep the mouth guard in and took a left jab to the stomach. Kate blocked low, getting pushed back. She created some space and knocked her red gloves together. Kate stepped forward with a punch. Lily ducked it. She rocked Kate in the flank with a right hook. Kate grimaced and buckled. The definition of her abs started to stand out.

The boxer in the white booty shorts, Kate, didn't dare swing at Lily while her arms dangled and her body hunched. She didn't want to chance a low blow. Kate's head and nose touched Lily's brown mounds. She got punched in the side of the head for that. A shot to the kidney made Kate's legs weak. She fired a counterstrike into Lily's rib cage. Still crouched but guarding her face, Kate got walloped with a jab to the sternum that grazed her meaty underboobs. Lily pounded a haymaker directly into Kate's nipple. The nose exhales were heavy and the heaving chests of the busty topless brunettes accelerated. Instead of shying off when her girls got boxed and battered, Kate rushed forward, mashing her melons into Lily's knockers. Kate slugged Lily in the sideboob for flirty retribution. She winked. Her flank got blasted, but it had been worth it to titillate her opponent. Both boxers fired jabs that connected at the pink and red tips of the gloves. THWACK! Lillie brought a quick punch up into Kate's abs. Kate snared a jab punch into Lily's cheek.

There had been no blood or visible damage yet, which seemed odd, yet fans still cheered like crazy. The gorgeous fighters had their assets shaking in all the right places. Kate's bust looked especially big as she gasped for breath and kept good posture. There were two exchanges of high punches and blocks. Lily parried Kate's last attempt and then rifled a pink glove into Kate's navel. Kate went for a clinch, but Lily punched her arm and jostled Kate away by throwing her udders into Kate's mammary mounds. Kate ducked low, jiggling, and belted Lily in the kidney at the same time Lily landed a solid blow to Kate's mouth. Kate gasped audibly and the white mouth guard turned crooked with some blood visible in it. Lily went for the body next with Kate only hanging in there by partially deflecting that with her elbow. A hook punch right to the jaw made Kate's eyes roll. Lily landed a blow to Kate's eye as Kate's legs wobbled. Kate threw up her arms to defend, but it was worthless and Lily avoided Kate's giant tits to uppercut the Brit in the chin. The mouth guard flew out with spit and saliva. Kate's fun bags flopped up by her collar.

The white booty shorts on Kate didn't bleed through with how much she sweat. Perspiration was slick all over her curvy body. As she fell with her legs open, she tried to catch herself with her gloves on the mat, but that didn't really work. Her ass hit down and then her head and bare back followed. Kate's abs clenched. Her tits bounced around. The rose in her hair had fallen out. She drooled onto the blue padded mat. Lily flexed a bicep and then pumped her pink glove to get the crowd to cheer. The Shadow appeared in hologram form on the platform to start a ten count. Kate moaned and flinched for the first few seconds, unable to significantly move any limbs. She rolled over on her side after five and onto her front. Kate's ass cheeks and more were showing as she stopped the count by getting on her hands and knees. She was pretty hurt and exhausted, reaching for her mouth guard, and fell back down. Her big tits squashed and billowed out from the sides of her body.

The Aztec princess, Lily, shifted her feet and shook her head that the count had stopped essentially just to be started again. Kate crawled towards the mouth guard, trying to shake the cobwebs. Lily kicked the mouth guard over the edge. Kate shook off her daze which made her dangling melons slap the mat. Kate got to her feet and bounced into Lily. Lily held Kate steady and then gutted her with a brutal right. Kate spit up some blood, folded over Lily's arm. The ponytailed pugilist tried to guard high and low while Lily kept the glove digging into her tummy. Kate slammed her gloves into Lily's back and wobbled to the side. Lily punched Kate's hand into the air, being showy. Kate flailed. Lily sent both pink gloves forward to jam head on into Kate teat's. Kate's fat chest cratered and she yelped. Drooling, Kate scrunched her nose and popped Lily in the kisser. Lily's mouth guard went sideways. Kate leaned in and tried to steal Lily's mouth guard with what looked like a kiss. Lily ended up with it back in her lips, but took a big shot to the stomach in that sequence. Kate cringed and could barely hold her arms up. Lily punched Kate's high guarding hand back. She tried to punch Kate's other hand down, but missed and hit Kate's thigh. There was no punishment, but Lily felt embarrassed and threw a KO uppercut. It fell very short of a direct hit, grazing Kate's nose and eye. Kate slugged Lilly in the side of the head. Lily grit her teeth and blasted Kate in the temple. The woozy broad with engorged melons, Kate, ducked her head and put another punch towards Lily's body. It wouldn't connect, because Lily practically took Kate's head off with a right hook. WHAM!

Blood and saliva burst from Kate's mouth. Her brown eyes went up and into a sea of white as she toppled over onto her side unconscious. Kate's one boob weighed down and crushed the other one with her resting on her side. Her hair was a mess. One glove was by her crotch and the other was out with her extended arm that she had passed out on. The Shadow counted to ten, and this time Kate didn't stir much at all. By the end of the count, Kate got her foot to wiggle and had a spasm that did nice things with her boobs. The Shadow said, “Lily takes a one to nothing lead with that knockdown. We will give Kate an additional minute to get up and be ready for the next round.” Lily scrunched her nose and pounded her pink gloves together in frustration. She was ready and excited to end the fight.

Kate sat up pretty quickly, but was still dazed. She no longer looked modified in the face. Arguably her chest was still a little inflated, but it looked really good and natural on her. About 38 seconds into her time, Kate crawled towards her bag. “I know what's going on!” Kate said, turning her bag upside-down. “You're a good fighter, but I didn't put in my mouth piece. My mouth guard has the serum in it! Also, I'm gonna wear my own stuff.” Kate bit into the wristbands of the gloves Lily had lent, and took them off. She wasn't trying to be erotic, using her armpit and sideboobs to take off the gloves, but the fans were loving it. Kate saw the white teeth shaped plastic and watched some crystalline serum spill towards the mat. Kat dove, rubbing her titties on the mat to get her lips over the device. She got to her knees, looking brand new. Her abs were like a washboard and the slight bruising on her face and chest went away entirely. Kate adjusted the serum retainer in her mouth and then stripped out of the tight white booty shorts. She really had to yank the cloth out of her vagina. RoboMic and the crowd elevated the decibels of their cheers.

The nude brunette was a little off balance getting the shorts off and past her boots. The Shadow alerted everyone that Kate's sixty seconds were up, but Lily waited with her hands on her hips. Kate had less trouble getting on her white micro bikini bottoms with red straps. Her ass cheeks swallowed up the string in the back. Kate's boxing gloves were white with red wristbands and yellow roses at the knuckles. She sucked on the serum, traipsed up to Lily, and wiped bangs from her eyes. Lily showed more good sportsmanship, putting her gloves out to be touched. Kate tapped the gloves and embraced Lily to show gratitude. Lily didn't understand, and assumed Kate was still weak and clinching. Lily punched Kate's abs of steel and was a little worried about the hard surface of Kate's belly. Lilly's green eyes opened wide as Kate threw a big punch.

This time, Lily's hand got knocked down hard. Kate looked much quicker, crouching, and striking up into Lily's navel. The Mexican maiden buckled. Her mouth piece slipped. Kate punched Lily's hands into her face. Lily swung low, blasting Kate's pelvis. Kate rocked Lily with a right hook. Lily's mouth guard flew out. Lily hobbled. All of her muscles stood out. Her breasts pointed like ice cream cones. “Not bad,” Lily said, backing up. Kate clearly had pulled off. Lily grit her teeth.

Kate spit her mouth piece onto her own rack like it was a table. Saliva rolled down and dribbled off her perfect tits. Kate said, “Go ahead and get it. I'll wait.” Lily nodded. Kate tried to bend down to get her mouth over the white retainer again, but her neck wouldn't go down that far. Kate slapped her underboobs to trampoline the mouth guard back at her teeth. Then Kate put her gloves at her sideboobs to try to stop the excessive jiggling. Lily looked embarrassed getting on her knees to get her mouth piece back in. She looked pissed off as she rose and got to the center of the fighting platform. Kate set her white gloves out for Lily to restart.

The feisty boxing vixen, Lily, hauled off and plowed her glove into Kate's eye. The Brit winced and staggered. She didn't react quick enough to stop Lily from slugging her in the neck. Kate's eye started to get a dark shiner and spilled some blood near the eyebrow. She slugged Lily in the kidney. Lily bent in pain, but continued her frenzied attack. Lily got as low as Kate. Lily landed a belly punch. She got her jaw rocked in the process. Lily was so disoriented, her next punch hit Kate right in the crotch with a downward clip. Kate grimaced and chest bumped Lily. Kate threw a right hook, knocking Lily's blockers into the side of her head. Kate was confident and also not seeing well. She just barely slung a shot under Lily's boob meat and hit ribs. Lily flailed. Kate ducked the attack. The boxer in the micro bikini bottoms, Kate, rose up with a vengeance. She pounded Lily right in the eye. Lily stumbled towards the edge. Kate blasted Lily in the cheek. Crimson squished out from Lily's busted lips. Lily's legs trembled. Her ankles twisted. Kate hugged her foe to ensure Lily wouldn't fall over the edge. Then she let the pretty in pink gal drop to sit crumpled on her legs.

The super model in the ponytail, Kate, turned her back on Lily and spit her own mouth guard over the edge into the water. The Shadow began a count. Kate pumped her fists and posed with her hands behind her back and her chest protruding. Kate said, “I sucked all the serum out of that! I'm loving this stuff! Lily, you are tough and sexy! What a great fight!”

The broad in the pink booty shorts, Lily, was not one to waste an opportunity. She forced her little remaining serum energy to her limbs to get up as fast as possible. Kate never saw her coming until the last second. Lily swung for Kate's head. The Brit ducked, but still got pounded in the ear. Red dribbled down from Kate's earlobe as she tried to recover, but looked a little woozy. Lily tried to push Kate over the edge, but merely prodded Kate's big bosoms. Kate was quick. She slipped in sweat on the mat, did the splits, but got right back up. Kate blocked the uppercut sent for her chin. She pounded a glove into Lily's gut. Lily could barely breathe. Kate jumped into the air with a superman punch to Lily's eye that wasn't pink with abrasion damage. Lily's cheek and eyebrow skin tore. Scarlet slopped off her face and mouth. Lily headbutted Kate, aiming for the neck, but hitting Kate's heart and juicy udders. Lily's wild punches also mostly only hit Kate's breasts and torso. Kate winced, and braced herself. She waited with patience for Lily's head to rise, and then Kate decked her adversary. The white boxing glove had some red on it before it smashed into Lily's mouth and knocked the mouth guard over the edge.

The topless brunette with the crooked white headband, Lily, fell onto her side. Her arm hung over the edge. Neither woman bothered to try and put healing energy into their faces, despite the company programming and their bodies urging them to do so. These chicks were used to brutal fights and toughing it out while taking heavy facial and body damage. Lily's legs clenched tighter and moved a little, but not enough to stop a count. Plasma and spit slopped from her agape mouth. Kate took off her gloves and tossed them towards her bag, blinking away blood. She adjusted her bikini bottoms and turned quickly to face her downed foe. Lily was still down.

“Nine, ten,” the Shadow said. “It's all even. Lily will have a minute to get up and reset as Kate was granted earlier.”

“You look like you're about to fall in that nice cool clear water,” Kate said. “I'd love to jump in with you, but we'll do that later.” Kate pulled Lily by the ankles towards the center of the mat. Lily's ass dragged and she got a really uncomfortable wedgie. The back of her head hit the mat.

“Get off me, Puta!” Lily snarled. Lily kicked into Kate's body. Kate let go. Lily got up, using her reserves of serum energy and kicked Kate in the jaw and face. Kate went down, but got up quickly. She got punched atop the head as she rose. Kate launched a jab into Lily's belly, feeling the abs softening. Lily gasped and moaned. Kate puffed out her chest. Lily's eyes were both pink and swollen. She powered a glove into Kate's sideboob, knocking the bikini model's knockers into one another. Kate grinned and punched Lily right between the eyes. Lily threw her hands up. The Spanish senorita was stiff and rigid. Her chest was very bouncy and fun for Kate to toy with. Kate didn't let off the gas with her strength on the first combo of punches to Lily's bust. Kate felt lactate budding on her own teats, but focused on winning first. She folded Lily like a tent with a shot to the belly-button.

Sun shone brightly onto the battle. Kate's brown eyes flashed gold. Lily's jade irises dulled. Kate had Lily out of gas with her gloves on her knees. Kate playfully swung her bare knuckles into Lily's breasts. SMACK! WHACK! Lily squealed. Kate put a straight shot into Lily's nip. When the boob bounced back, milk was at the tip. Kate got her mouth over it sucked Lily's delicious orb. Lily didn't mean to, but she cuntbusted Kate. The two topless hotties separated. Lily threw a big desperation punch. Kate deflected it into her own shoulder. Kate licked her lips and knifed a punch up into Lily's throat and mandible. Lily's eyes crossed. Kate struck Lily in the temple, and the bronze skinned Aztec boxing sensation looked out on her feet.

“This can be my signature finisher here,” Kate said, holding Lily steady with the defeated fighter's chin on her shoulder. Kate propped Lily up and added, “I can be Kate the Kissing Bandit!” Kate smooched Lily on the lips. Kate thrust her chest upward, ratting Lily's knockers something fierce. Then Kate spun with an uppercut to Lily's chin. Lily's white boots flew off the mat. Kate closed her legs so that her rival's legs had to spread. An arch of crimson went over Lily's head, but also captured on slow motion replays was an additional squirt of lactate from Lily's most abused teat. Lily was so close to the edge where she was laid out unconscious, her head hung over the edge and her white blood stained headband fell off into the water. The Shadow began a count, and Kate walked to the other edge of the platform and her bag as if these were corners in a boxing ring. Lily's face drained of color.

“Eight,” the Shadow said. Lily hadn't stirred. Her foot shook with a spasm. Then there was no other movement. “Nine,” the Shadow said slowly. … “Ten! Kate wins by a second knock down; two to one!”

The Shadow put some shocks into Kate's arm to make her raise her hand in victory near the hologram of the Shadow. Kate then went over to Lily to help pull her onto the mat. She hugged the sitting loser in a caring and sexy embrace. Lily cursed under her breath, drooling blood and spit. Healers were ready with a stretcher for Lily. She shook her head and shooed them with a hand. Kate tried to help Lily stand. Lily shoved Kate away and said testily, “I got it!” Lily took a few deep breaths, winced, and staggered on her own. She looked down at Kate and said, “Good fight.” Lily refused healing supplies from healers. She wanted to look tough and unlucky to lose.

“I'll go get your mouth guard and headband!” Kate said. She dove off the platform into the water. She looked elegant besides her tits flopping. Lily's headband was caught up against the dock and her and her mouth guard had already been fished out in a net by healers. Kate splashed in the water, holding onto the dock ladder, refreshed. She went back under and swam down low. As Kate resurfaced, fans could see her stripping in the clear water. Kate waved her bikini bottoms in the air, now nude, with her buoyant bosoms barely in the water.

Lily got her headband from the dock and got onto her boat. She barely made it inside. Lily tried to face plant on her bed, exhausted, but missed and hit the floor. The company wouldn't show this humiliating event even though it was caught on camera as everything was on the island. Lily would need healing right away. For Kate, she needed a little bit of healing products, but was okay for celebrating with friends and fans in the stands after getting dressed and tended to for an hour. She ate a big meal, showered, and tried to chat up SJ who was also from her world. Kate and SJ were rivals and had trained together a little on Pongeo, but SJ was growing distant. Kate was interested in the One Piece ladies and DOA gals as in Kate's parallel earth she also had the stories and games of these hot ladies.

Winning and serum sure did a lot for Kate's confidence and her socializing. Kate had hooked up with Honoka early into the tournament, since Kate had a thing for young boxing talent with red or pink hair. Honoka was curvier than most of Kate's crushes like Yumi, and the DOA chick had been so drunk, Kate had to hold her off forcefully. Kate felt like things had been awkward with her and the DOA team since then. Kate made good with Honoka verbally. Honoka was no longer being a lush slut. Kate started to make some One Piece girl friends as well. Mirajane of Fairy Tail was the only fighter on Kate's immediate side of the bracket with powers. Kate had hope she could make a decent run, make some friends, and live this exciting new chapter in her life to the fullest.

 

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Celebrity (eGirl) Death Match Vera vs … ?!


“The runways are still long,” Celebrity Death Match host, Nick Diamond, announced on fight night in Shadow Arena. The pale and pasty skinned, but very successful blue haired fighter, Vera, had set out from a tunnel that led to lockers and into the spotlight. Fans cheered, jeered, threw things, heckled, hoped to get Vera to see their signs or take pics with them, etc. Vera mostly ignored the crowd with her mind set on killing another eGirl. Apparently, winning the eGirl Royal Rumble hadn't been enough for Vera, but that had been a crazy battle and things had changed with the company and its set up since then. Vera still seemed to like to fight and dominate.


Nick's co-host, the taller and clean cut Johnny Gomez with jet black hair said, “There is no ring tonight like last time when Vera fought Mia with drastic repercussions for the loser.” Johnny and Nick wore suits and ties as usual, sitting at a table just down from the audience stands to best see the fight on the hard concrete floor in the middle of the stadium. Nick was trying to appear more sophisticated, drinking whiskey on the rocks with a chaser plastic cup of amber draft beer also on the table. Nick had beer suds in his brown mustache.


“Yeah, I beat that loser Mia once and for all to prove I'm better!” Vera said, pushing blue locks past her pointy and long elf ear cosplay add-ons. It looked like Vera was really an elf. She wore a pink and purple skimpy bikini. She was small and petite, but fiery and ferocious when it came to fighting.


“You just have the last win in your rivalry,” James, the man in charge and perhaps a Shadow in the company said. He didn't need a microphone like Johnny and Nick to project his voice. James walked around in the crowd and engaged in the fights like a guest ref or combatant himself. The fights were often brutal to the max, comically impossible, and full of sexual shenanigans. For the last reason, James barely wore much clothes. His head and face always appeared blurred out, but he seemed to have short dark colored hair, unless that was an unreal projection. James wore silky silver gym shorts with a banana print on them and a gaudy Hawaiian shirt open over a white wife beater. James had a hairy chest and legs.


“Mia is getting gang banged, bound, and gagged by goblins in James's secret laboratory basement,” Nick said excitedly, “debasing herself for the amusement of the highest paying clients! I've yet to be able to afford or get the nerve to try and buy an option or get in there with her.”


“Mia will earn her way back into the fighting lineup very soon at this rate,” James said, touching a wheel on a stick like what one would imagine at a carnival or festival. The wheel was split into portions with the names of different eGirls on it. Vera rolled her eyes and got closer to the fighting area with her arms folded over her barely protruding chest. Vera had blue cloud like tattoos on her left arm. She had tattoos of the faces of anime style women on her thighs, little notches as eyebrows, and a jeweled necklace as the exact same outfit she'd worn when beating Mia here not that long ago.


“Not everyone will be as successful as Mia,” Johnny said. “It could be that tonight's loser is holed up in a sexual and humiliating hell for four score and seven years or more or even eons!”


“The losing broad will be scored on and scored in several times,” Nick said, “for several months; many minute sessions, and all available for your viewing pleasure with purchase! Discounts available online shopping with the codes on the back of tonight's fight tickets!”


“You're so dumb, Nick,” Vera said. “You probably don't even know what Johnny says half of the time.” Nick stuck his thumb in his mouth and pretended to blow on it. He made his middle finger rise and fall slowly as if he were inflating it to flip Vera off. “Cute,” Vera said. She scoffed and finally got down the sloped runway enough to see the Wheel of eGirl Competitors.


“You may have some success fighting here little lady, but you're not all that!” Nick rebuked. “You're small and flat, and not some super model! Get smart with me, and maybe I'll fight back!” Vera stuck out her tongue and made a fist with an upward punching motion. Nick said, “Fame has gone to your head and extended with your ears! I'm sure you can hear well now that fans aren't all on your side, especially after what you did to recent friends like Sara!”


“She was a dumb whore,” Vera said. “And these ears are fake, Nick, you dumb ass!”


“Someone got grumpy on her long stroll down the runway,” Nick said, sipping his whiskey. Johnny eyed the glass like he was concerned that Nick's drinking might lead Nick to be more confrontational and to get in a possible fight. Nick added, “It should've been a happy trail, but we've all seen your naked imp body so many times we know you don't have a happy trail or any blue hair down low.”


“It could be different tonight,” Vera said. “You'll just have to wait and see. I'll kill whoever gets in my way, even James!”


James guffawed. He patted bald ref, Mills Lane, on the back. James said, “We appreciate all the votes on who Vera should fight next and what basement laboratory perils should await the losers, but I wanted to put Vera's fate in her hands! She'll likely have a hand full with her opponent and my cock when she gets knocked down! All fans have signed waivers that the company is not responsible for their deaths if they decide to antagonize staff or fighters or to join the fray. We encourage you to throw in weapons and to get your rocks off as I do watching and engaging if you dare risk your life for it!”


“None of these sissies will do anything except throw shit, I bet,” Vera said, shaking her head at the masses. Vera stomped over to wheel and growled, reading off some of the names under her breath. She knew that 'Cherry' was a code name for a particularly awful slut who had stolen her most recent boyfriend. Vera clenched a fist and punched that part of the wheel.


“I bet there's magnets or something in the wheel to make it land on who James and the fans want anyway,” Nick said.


“I'd allow it,” Mills the ref said. “I haven't checked the wheel though. That's all on James.”


“Give it a spin slut!” James said, smacking Vera's ass. Vera glared at him and grabbed a rung of the carnival circle. Vera pulled down like she wanted the entire wheel to fall apart. It whirred and whizzed quickly with dizzying speed. James added, “All possible options are ready in the locker room in their bikinis with staff ready to release them and guide them down with electric pokers.” James winked.


“Are they like prisoners?!” Nick asked. James grinned mischievously. Nick said, “Whether they are clone slaves or not, that is hot! Sparks will fly when we see who Vera will be fighting to the death tonight! Literally!”


The Wheel of eGirl Competitors slowed. The ticker dragged the notches. The cherry red triangle of 'Cherry' came into view, but it didn't look like the stopping point – at first! The last click of inertia at the top of the wheel put 'Cherry' as the eGirl selected. Fans cheered. Vera's face turned an angry shade of purple. She spit, cursed, and then laughed like a maniac wanting to murder.


Strobe lights poured over to the dark tunnel of the other runway. The entrance was lit with sparks from an electric stick. A tall busty babe with her hair in two colors like Harley Quinn and a gold one piece bikini made her way down the runway, scowling. Her milky white breasts bounced. Fans jeered and cheered. Cherry said, “I knew you were gunning for me, Vera! It will be my pleasure taking your life after I took your boyfriend! I'm much hotter than you, so it's no surprise he chose me!”


“I would, and I have, banged you both,” James said.


Both gals made annoyed noises and shook their heads. The leggy well endowed lass quickened her pace; ready to prove herself in her first battle in Shadow Arena and to kill. Nick said, “Cherry is getting some real attention! She is popping her Shadow Arena eGirl fight cherry tonight, and we all want to see that! I hope she is as much of a bimbo as she is proportioned!”


A female high pitched laugh made its way over the speakers as if a new Shadow had hacked James's system. James scrunched his nose. “She is!” the feminine speaker said. The lights went out.


“Take cover!” Nick shouted. Fans sounded scared and horrified. “We could be in trouble! The place is compromised!” Nick got under the table. Johnny continued sitting there. The lights came back on.


Several short island men with electric sticks were corralling Cherry back up the runway, zapping her pasty ass and her milky jugs. Next to Vera, Mills, and James, stood arguably the most iconic eGirl of all, Belle Delphine! The short and kinky small bodied internet sensation, Belle, wore a cosplay bikini outfit of D.Va from the Overwatch games. Belle's long hair was a dirty blonde. A Cheshire cat grin was plastered all over her cute face. The two pink marks under each cheek almost like cat whiskers were characteristic of the brunette game character D.Va. Belle's bikini had white straps with light blue horizontal stripes. The top had a white bunny head on a pink circular background where Belle's nipple would be, representing the self-destruct option for D.Va's robot mechas in the Overwatch game. The bikini top showed some nice cleavage and underboob flesh. Belle wore one gray fingerless glove on her right hand and white and light blue striped thigh high stockings with the bunny face on them and the words, 'I Play to Win' in black on white stripes by her knees.


“What the Fuck is this?!” Cherry shouted, trying to avoid being shocked again. She snarled, looking over shoulder. “This is my fight! Fuck you, little slut! I'll kill you both!”


Belle pulled down on her cheek below her eye, careful to not touch the cosplay makeup. She stuck out her tongue, and then bent over so that her ass would stick out. Belle taunted Cherry by smacking her own rear. Belle said, “I was selected fair and square!” Belle booty bumped the Wheel of eGirl Competitors and all the different colored triangular pieces fell off, revealing themselves to be lightly attached paper. Every section on the wheel now had Belle's name on it!


“I really don't care,” Vera said. “I hate you both. I could kill either one of you!”


“You've got to hate her more,” Belle said, pointing to Cherry. Belle then cupped her own mounds and shook them, to remind Vera how she didn't compare in matters of breast size. Belle winked and added, “You hate me because I'm the most popular eGirl, but I have tons of haters because of that! I was supposed to win the Royal Rumble, but you sort of cheated your way out of a lot of the fight before winning! … It was smart! I liked it. I couldn't and didn't really last against more than forty opponents, but I wanted to battle you especially, Vera, one on one!”


“I don't know what is up with you, and Sara, and the dumbest sluttiest uglies wearing that same cosplay outfit all the time,” Vera said. “Just looking at you pisses me off. You'll likely be a better fight than stupid Cherry. The bigger they are, the harder they fall, and it would've been fun humiliating her, but I'm just as eager to send you to eternal hell!”


“And what will that eternal hell be?” Nick asked. “Is there still a tentacle monster in a lab room for Vera if she loses?!”


James shrugged and said, “There are all sorts of monsters, rooms, and scenarios in my lab. Maybe I'll make a poll for the specific loser at the end of the match.”


“The mechs in Overwatch are like robots,” Johnny said. “Belle as loser could be forced into a robotics lab that... takes advantage of her sexually.”


“Just say fucks my brains out and rapes me,” Belle said. “It would only be rape too if I didn't like it.”


“You disgust me,” Vera said. “Don't say stupid stuff like that. It gives perverts an out.”


“Yeah,” Belle said. “I am a pervert. I know! We could have the loser forced to play video games and do sexual favors to the winner, if she loses, while getting paid per play! I would make bank that way and be seen as a challenge, but Vera would just lose at everything!”


“Why do you think I'm bad at video games?!” Vera asked. Belle began to answer, but Vera just snatched blonde hair, and slugged the bustier battler in the mouth.


“And the fight starts!” James said. “We have the latest claytronic digital matter technology here, so if we can dream it, we can get it into the fighting area as these nasty naughty eGirls try to off one another in another epically sexy catfight!”


“Claytronic?!” Nick asked. “Is he being racist?! We used to be clay, Johnny!” Johnny shook his head.


The blonde clawed her rival's arm. Vera slugged Belle in the belly. Belle's eyes crossed. She stuck out her tongue making a classic Japanese ahegao sex face. Belle tried to pull down James's shorts. He knocked her hands away.


“I'll do it myself if I need to, and I won't,” James said, getting a huge bulge. It looked like his manhood had been inflated. That much blood down there would've made a normal person faint. A blur went from the short end of James's banana shorts past his knee. Belle got a hand on it. She needed the grip as Vera landed a blood splattering punch to Belle's mouth. Belle staggered, ducking low to use her lips on James's shaft. Vera stomped Belle atop the head. Belle staggered. She jumped, throwing her arms around James's shoulder to avoid Vera's next kick.


The eGirl with the elf ears, Vera, kicked James right in his oversized dong. Vera shook her head and said, “Ew. I never want to touch James like that.”


A projection of a pained face emoji showed up James's blurred head. One hand was under Belle's tight booty, and the other went to massage his nuggets that had been undoubtedly mashed by the contact. Belle tried to give James a smooch, but he moved his head and then pushed Belle away. James turned and slammed Belle's back into the concrete dividing wall keeping the fans from the fighting area. One fan with long arms and long fingers was able to snatch a strand of Belle's long hair. Someone else threw a soda like Sprite all over Belle's head, and of course it got on her chest and onto James too. James smashed Belle's back against the wall. Her legs that had been wrapped around his back dropped down. James said, “I'll come for you when I want you! Don't make me punch the sense into you!”


“You wouldn't hit wittle ole me, would ya?!” Belle asked, bending over, pouting her lips, and pushing her wet sticky tits together. James responded with a right hook to the top of Belle's boob. She yelped. A left hook plowed into her nipple where the self destruct bunny emblem on her bikini was. Belle's eyes opened wide in shock. She gasped and drooled on herself. Vera pushed James to the side and swung her leg high with a spinning kick. Vera's foot mashed into Belle's lips and mouth. The cosplay chick bounced off the wall and fell onto her side with crimson spilling from her agape mouth.


“You're self destructing,” Vera said, getting a rough grab of Belle's hair. “No one looks up to you. You got looked down on and beat off to by sick incel losers. Congrats! I'm going to make you so ugly and gone for so long everyone will forget about you!”


“Not possible,” Belle said, giggling. A big bloody clump of hair came off Belle's head into Vera's jerking grasp. Vera spat and cursed. Belle said, “Owie!” She frowned, but then scrambled on her knees and grabbed Vera by the crotch. With near ninja speed, Belle pulled forward, revealing Vera's clean cut cooter. Belle pulled on Vera's thighs. Vera's ass hit the ground. Her tiny eyebrows forked. Belle pulled at Vera's pink and purple bikini bottoms and Vera's legs, depantsing her foe. Belle put Vera's bikini bottoms on her head like a hat. Belle clapped and pranced, saying, “I got her open and ready for you James! You're like me and will fuck anything! Any fans want a crack at this boobless pasty ho?!”


Vera shrieked. Her pale face flushed. She tried to grab and pull out more of Belle's hair, but just ended up shredding her own bottoms that had been on Belle's head. Vera then headbutted Belle. Their noses mashed together and flattened like pancakes. Both of them snorted and choked on blood as they separated. Vera scratched Belle's boob in order to grab the white strap of her bikini top. Vera decked Belle with another big right hook. Belle's tongue hung out. She looked dazed with her socks slipping on the floor and her lips busted open. Vera left Belle's top intact. She let go and tried to bite Belle's eye. The blonde yelped. Vera's sharp teeth chomped down over Belle's eyebrow, prompting a healthy squirt of blood. Belle tackled Vera.


The bikini-clad fighting chicks crashed chests into one another. Vera's perky orbs were hard and her nipples were poking the pink print of her skimpy top. Belle had a lot more jiggle to her bust with sticky Sprite stopping any nip slips. Belle really pumped her legs and put her head and shoulder into Vera's ribs to take down the bottomsless bitch. The nearly nude narcissists hit the cold hard concrete. The back of Vera's blue haired head clonked slightly. She winced. Belle mounted Vera; first sitting on Vera's freckled tummy. Then Belle adjusted her bottoms to give herself a wedgie. She sat back on Vera's crotch and wiggled her hips while pressing her knees into Vera's ribcage violently. Belle bounced her butt on Vera's bean. Belle leaned forward, pushing on her sideboobs to make her melons squish and dangle. Belle smothered Vera in her cleavage and quoted Sprite slogans, saying, “I like the Sprite in you! Obey your thirst! Taste my tingling titness!” She changed that one a bit, but it almost sounded like tartness. Belle arched her back and raked her nails over Vera's chest. Vera came too, gasping for breath, snarling, and biting at the air. Belle tore off Vera's bikini top and said, “Thirst for yours, bitch! Woohoo!” Belle waved Vera's top like a helicopter blade.


“Belle was getting her butt kicked, but she has Vera in the nude now,” Nick said. “Nice.”


The now naked vixen, Vera, leaned up and elbowed Belle across the face. She knocked Belle over and rose to her feet. Vera kicked the busty blonde bimbo in the bread basket. Belle panted like a bitch. Vera stomped Belle's ankle. “You're all nakee now!” Belle taunted, sticking out her tongue. Vera kicked Belle in the chin and the temptress bit her tongue. Blood sprayed from her half severed tongue. Belle slurped her tongue back in her mouth, looking a little worried. She said with a bit of a lisp, “Get 'er Yames! I yot 'er tah'ff!”


Silver gym shorts reflected the stadium lights flying through the air. It made the banana print look like it was dancing. James grabbed Vera's wrists from behind. She shrieked. He humped her like a big dog, forcing her to the ground. Vera screamed and attacked James. She cursed and raked her nails into the blur that was his face. Scarlet slopped from the man's head, but then he pinned Vera's arms down, entering her with several animlastic thrusts. Belle got to her feet and pointed and laughed at Vera. Vera kicked and James and thrashed to get free. Belle reached into her sock and pulled out her cell phone. She had figured out how to speak better with her messed up tongue and said, “How humiliating! I'm gonna take selfies with Vera getting porked in the background! He's not even into her! You can tell how he's looking at me!” Belle snapped photos just of Vera, and then put her back to James and Vera for selfies. Belle pointed and made goofy faces for her phone. Then she scrolled on her cell to order a drone delivery from Amazon.


“I... WILL... KILL you both!” Vera swore. There was a blur where James's member was out of his yellow boxers and entering Vera from the rear. Belle waved at a flying device with the Amazon arrow emblem on it. The drone dropped her padded envelope package. Belle tore into the plastic with her teeth and pulled out a ball gag and a strap-on dildo.


“Yay!” Belle said, clapping. “I'll shut Vera up for real, and this toy has lots of fake jizz in it! Take that elf about to be fucked on a shelf!”


The nails of the railed eGirl scratched the concrete, making Nick and many fans hold their ears. James put Vera in a headlock, but she continued to try and fight him off. She tried to grab and burst his balls, but he lifted her arms into the air, and tripped her to fall atop her. Belle put the ball gag into Vera's mouth and then humped Vera's face with her crotch. Vera looked mortified, and the buckle was strapped very tight around her cheeks and head. James said, “You're next, Belle!”


“Throw her to me already to fight,” Belle said, strapping on the phallic toy over her waist. Vera finally got her hands and arms free. She hit James so hard in the chest that all the buttons on his Hawaiian shirt burst off and his chest looked concave. James leaned back. Vera leaped out of James's reach. She punched Belle in the side of the head. James touched his wiener. The tap turned into a few big strokes. Belle's eyes opened wide. Her jaw gaped open. James unloaded. He nutted and the forceful white spray hit Belle's chest, body, and face. She tried to tug white clumps out of her hair and the band of the sex toy that hadn't been clasped right fell to the floor. “I'm all wet and oiled up for wrestling,” Belle said, winking and turning around to face Vera. Belle rubbed the jizz into her breasts and belly. It was like syrup between her fingers, hanging and oozing. She licked and tasted some of it and said, “Yum.”


Vera ripped the ball gag leather into two pieces. She forced the ball out, breaking the device, and wound up like a major league pitcher. She chucked the red clown ball at her clown of an opponent. Belle's dumb dick hungry mouth hung open as usual and the ball went right in. Belle swallowed hard, crying. Vera charged at Belle and whipped her in the face hard – SMACK! Red flecks came off Belle's face. There were abrasions on her cheek and eye from the lashing. Vera plowed into Belle, knocking her over. She got up and dropped her elbow into Belle's navel. Belle whimpered and spit up the red ball like a volcano erupting. The round rubber projectile came out with saliva and slobber all over it. It hit Vera fast and hard in the forehead, knocking Vera onto her back. Vera let go of the leather pieces in her hands and clenched her fists. Vera had a thick round bruise between her eyes.


“Alright, Vera,” James said. “Get Belle naked for me. I'm ready for round two!”


“I won't do anything for you, creep!” Vera shouted.


“I'll help get it started,” Belle said, flipping her bikini top up over her mounds to show her nipples. The fabric got stuck. Belle spit on her chest to make it glisten and look more oily. Vera tried to cling onto Belle's boob, but the elven warrior's hand slipped off. Belle hugged Vera, rubbing up and down on her. Belle put a finger into Vera's glory hole. Their legs entwined. Belle thrust all her weight forward with a yelp, taking Vera down with a body slam. Vera sliced over Belle's mounds and teats with her nails. Belle grabbed Vera's short blue hair and said, “You normally get all your hair ripped off bald! I'll rip off your ears instead!” Belle pinched Vera's earlobe. She tore from there, and got the entire ear including the elf extension with a clump of blood in her hand. Belle giggled and tossed Vera's ear up towards the audience. Vera kicked Belle in the back. The blonde fell forward, accidentally knocking her elbow into Vera's mouth. A few of Vera's teeth cracked. Belle sat back and got rocked in the mouth with a punch from Vera. Belle swayed.


“I ought to break your stupid phone!” Vera said, sitting up and taking it from the top band of Belle's stocking at her thigh. Vera pulled Belle's bikini bottoms crooked and shoved the phone up there. She took some accidental pictures and put it on flashlight mode. Vera made a disgusted face and lost grip of the phone. Belle reached for her phone, getting on her hands and knees. Vera put Belle in a headlock. The topless model's breasts dangled and scraped the unforgiving floor. Belle's blonde hair got in her face as she was choked. Vera yanked and put weight on Belle's back to flatten her foe. Belle's front squished and mashed on the ground. Vera sat back, yanking Belle into her lap. James lurked close behind. Vera grabbed Belle's phone and snapped a pic of Belle's bluing face and her half severed tongue hanging out. Vera said, “My pics of me kicking your ass and choking you out on your phone will get more likes than any of the stupid shit you post, Belle!” Vera smiled and snapped another pic. She pulled Belle forward onto her hands and knees again.


“That'll do!” James said, shoving Vera off Belle. The blonde was just about to writhe free anyway, getting her cleavage goo on Vera's arm. Vera looked disgusted. James grabbed Belle's hips first to ram her doggy style. She was all too into it, gyrating and making orgasmic cooing noises. James grabbed Belle's boobs and groped her. Belle hopped off James's rod, and turned around to offer her tits for fucking. Belle's bikini bottoms were insanely bunched and crooked. “That's not bad,” James said, trying out the cleavage for his wang. He pulled Belle's hair. She tried to shift to sucking him off. Vera tried to kick Belle in the head, but James jerked Belle away like Lucy moving the football for Charlie Brown to kick in a Peanuts cartoons. Vera flipped in the air and landed on her tailbone.


James lifted Belle up under the armpits to bang missionary style. Belle looked over her shoulder, pointed, and laughed at Vera, who couldn't hear well with only one ear. Belle said, “I'm trolling you so hardcore! All night! Hehe!”


“Hardly,” Vera said, getting up and dusting off even though what was on her was mostly liquid in the way of blood or not going to come off in the way of bodily damage or bruises.


Belle got shot off James's ride like a projectile rocket. Her ass slammed into Vera's face, knocking out both of Vera's front teeth. Both chicks rolled and tumbled on the ground. Belle got to her feet and adjusted her bottoms to cover her dripping private area. Belle pointed at Vera and said, “You're always trying to copy me, Vera, and sucking at it!”


“You're the sucky whore!” Vera said, getting up, slowly. She spit a loose tooth out and added, “I don't want to be anything like you!”


“You were taking pics like I was!” Belle exclaimed. “Hey! Speaking of which! I want my phone!”


“No phones necessary,” Mills the ref said. “Come on ladies, let's get it on! A little smack talk is ok, but not too much! I won't allow that!”


“How about this for a smack?!” Vera asked, palming the bald old man's cheek with a THWACK! His eyes crossed. She leaned up against the dividing wall and saw a copy machine materialize.


“And this is the technology James spoke of earlier,” Johnny said. “Speak of copying, and a copy machine shows up! Awesome!”


The topless blonde walked over to the copy machine in awe. Vera shook her head as Belle bent down to look. Vera's first punch hit Belle in the nipple. Then Vera gutted Belle with a blow to the tummy. Vera put Belle in another choke hold with her blue tattooed bicep over Belle's throat. Vera said, “What?! You've never seen a copy machine before?! Office whore! I'll copy you alright!” Vera opened the top of the machine and slammed Belle's boobs down. Vera hit Belle several times in the head with the heavy top of the machine. Vera pressed copy and sheets of paper with squashed boobs came out with the hum of the machine and its flashing lights. Vera had her hand up Belle's butt and on her back to keep her hanging over the copy machine and situated there perfectly.


The flashing lights began to blind the fans and hosts. The camera crew took their aims to the pictures coming out of the machine. The paper showed Belle's face getting flattened and bleeding all over with Vera's hands in her hair and scratching her face. Then more of Belle's boobs. Then Belle's ass. The WHACK WHACK WHACK of the top of the machine being used as a weapon and the screaming of the gals was loud. Then out of nowhere seemingly, the pictures were of Vera getting her head and face flattened. “Woah!” Nick said, “A lot is going on with that copy machine and those catty fighting maniacs! Here's another switcheroo! Back to Belle getting tormented! Are her nips milky?!”


“They are going to run out of paper at this rate,” Johnny said. The pictures began to get goofier. Vera and Belle's faces were side by side, smiling or doing cheeky and teasy things like friends in a photo booth. Then there was a few pics of just a big dong (likely James). Then Vera, Belle, and the old ref Mills all had their faces rather round and copied, sticking out their tongues, frowning with arms folded, giving the peace sign, doing the see no evil, hear no evil, and speak no evil poses. Belle had covered her eyes and Vera had covered her ears. Vera was able to flip and attack Belle. Mills and Belle were shown next with their heads banging together.


“That actually looks like fun,” Nick said. “I think James and Mills are in on it! Lucky them!”


There was a blur that was likely the head of James. There was a print outline of male anatomy. Then Vera and Belle were both rough housing Mills with his head in Vera's hold and his face in Belle's titties. Finally the machine ran out of paper and made very annoying beeping sounds. The lights stopped flashing. Johnny, Nick, and several fans rubbed their eyes. Mills was on his ass, drooling. James had clearly loaded paper into the tray, but it kept giving an error message and sounding off. James kicked the machine. A baseball bat appeared in his hand. Belle flinched and huddled up against James because she didn't like the screeching of the faulty machine. Vera had trouble hearing it or anything, and eyed the bat.


“I think we may get another fun montage,” Johnny said. “Everyone hates when computers and equipment malfunctions. This will be like the movie Office Space!”


“Only sexier!” Nick said. The broadcast crew and drone cameras filming put everything on slow motion with rosy happy filters. James put a blissful emoji for his face and then changed it to angry as he swung the bat into the copy machine. He put a big dent into it and sent plastic pieces and metal flying. He handed the bat to Vera. Vera did a double take, clearly thinking about attacking Belle, but Vera saw plenty of sharp future weapons coming off the copier's destruction. She used two hands and slammed the bat down atop the machine several times. Belle snatched the bat from Vera. Belle hit the copy machine in the side. She flung the bat. Vera jumped to catch it. Belle reached in and pulled out print ribbons. She hung them over her shoulders like a lei to cover her nipples. She posed with James to kiss him. Vera whacked the dying machine and also got lost in the moment, hanging on James for a kiss as he materialized a giant hammer for Vera to really take out her frustrations and anger more. Vera used the hammer like a Whack-a-Mole video game goddess. Belle even nodded; impressed. James stomped the machine's guts as it was becoming a lot shorter and a short circuiting mess of rubble.


“That was fun!” Belle said, breaking the trance as she rolled her bikini top back down over her boobs. There were several boos and cries from outraged fans. Somebody threw a pocket knife at Belle, and it went into her shoulder blade. She looked very offended, puffing out her chest and arching her back. Belle picked up the baseball bat and said, “I'm going to end Vera! It'll be sexy and fun too! Really!”


James appeared to bite the handle of the switchblade to remove it from Belle's back. He shoved her at Vera. Vera's murderous eyes glimmered. The nude fighter swung the giant hammer and mashed it into the side of Belle's knee. Belle's stocking had slipped down so the bunny face was on her knee, and that's right where Vera struck. Belle screamed like a banshee. Her patella bone burst out from the skin and crashed into the diving wall. Belle's leg went to jelly, but she remained on her feet. Belle tore off her other stocking to put the bunny symbol in her mouth. She chewed on it and spit it out as if that would help her endure the pain. Vera raised the hammer high, shadowing Belle's face and grinned.


The cosplay blonde, Belle, shoved the handle of the bat into Vera's pussy. Vera yelped and nearly dropped the hammer. It was hard to control with the one hand she had on it now. The hammer hit Belle's boob slowly and softly. Belle grabbed the print ribbon off her succulent body and used it like a lasso to choke Vera at the neck. Belle reached down into the broken parts of the copy machine, grabbed a sharp plastic shard like a blade, and stabbed Vera in the kidney region.


“OW!” Vera hollered. “These bunny marks need to explode on contact!” Vera said, cocking back the hammer. Belle kicked it out of Vera's hand. Blood dribbled down Vera's chin. Vera's skin was ghastly white. Vera proceeded to slug Belle in the collar.


“Your wish is granted,” James said. “Self destructing mechanism equipped in Belle's top.”


Vera rocketed a jab punch into Belle's boob. KABOOM!


The little blonde went flying and crashed into a wall. She grimaced, uncurled, and stretched. Her striped top had been blow off. Smoke billowed off her crisped body and singed skin. Her left boob had been completely blown off but to the side. There wasn't a gaping hole through her torso; the one side of her chest was just a wreck. Belle still held the baseball bat by its barrel she licked the handle, and nodded, satisfied with the taste of Vera. Vera charged, holding the hammer with two hands over her head. Belle said, “Maybe I could use some barbed wire on this bat.”


“Done,” James said. Belle rolled the bat for Vera's feet. Vera's heel and arch stuck into the barbs and she couldn't continue running. She didn't slip or fall, she just got stuck there. Belle laughed and clapped. Then she groaned and spit up dark plasma. Belle sauntered over to the strap-on dildo to put it on as Vera kicked furiously to get her foot free. The bat nearly took off Belle's head; instead it flew into the face of the now standing and coming to ref, Mills. It was an instant kill; bloody, and putting barb marks into the old man's head and face. He leaked gore like he'd been combed over with a cheese grater. He dropped dead giving a thumbs up, knowing he'd be resurrected.


“And Mills Lane is done as ref tonight,” Johnny said. “He's done good work.”


“This fight is crazy brutal and awesome!” Nick said, chewing on some ice from his finished whiskey glass. Nick added, “Belle got lucky she didn't die when her boob blew off!”


The ditsy blonde pulled her weapon from the corpse in the black and white striped shirt. Vera charged, limping, but ready to squash Belle like a bug. Vera said, “You're done, you little shit! I'm going to reduce you to a pile like putty! Slutty putty!”


“That's good,” Nick said. “A Plus smack talk!”


The bikini model, Belle, bent down, grabbed her phone, and snapped the most obnoxious light flashing pic of Vera possible. Vera staggered and switched to a one handed grip on the hammer to wipe her eyes. Belle hit Vera in the arm and wrist with the barbed wire bat. Vera yelped, but kept hold of the hammer, letting it clonk onto the ground. Bell ran up to Vera and kicked off the pale blue haired gal's chest. The bat wrapped in barbed wire pulled off Vera's body in a slow and painful way with suction sounds. Belle put her legs around the hammer handle and entered Vera's private area with the black plastic Amazon purchased rod around her waist. Belle had to bend the dildo piece to fuck Vera. Belle giggled and put her hands on the two ends of the bat. Belle rolled the barbed wire on Vera's face.


“AHH!” Vera bellowed! “NO!!” Vera tried to grab the bat and got her hands all sliced up. Fingers were cut off. Vera lost an entire hand before she realized her folly. Belle hummed and continued to make bloody strips of Vera's head and face.


“This doesn't look good for Vera,” Johnny said. “They both have lost a lot of blood though.”


“It's like I'm baking or making a Fruit Roll Up,” Belle said. “No! A Gusher fruit snack! Hehe! No. A Toaster Strudel with strawberry filling!”


Vera was so pale and in terrible condition. She fell backwards. The device inside Vera flipped out with spring and boing! It lost a little of the liquid at its black tip with a little squirt. The barbed wire bat rolled over Vera's flattened head and front. Belle let go of it. She pulled Vera's short blue hair to put the handless fighter in a sitting position. Belle then banged Vera in the ear with sexual thrusting and the device she had ordered during the fight. Belle unloaded all that was contained in the phallic container into Vera's remaining ear. Vera's eyes opened wide. Her eyes were surrounded by red lines and bloody lacerations. Jizz had gone to her brain. It pooled in her ear. She blinked in disbelief at Belle and gave her rival the finger. Vera's pointer went into Belle's boob hole. Belle flinched and scowled.


“That's it!” Johnny declared. “All the readings show that Belle is our winner! Vera will likely enter a hell like the one Mia is in until she will be able to fight again!”


“I need a healing,” Belle said, looking at her ruined orb and injured body. Belle swung her limp leg without the knee cap like it was an overdone spaghetti noodle. Belle collapsed onto the floor for a nap or to be ran train on by James and the fans. She said, “Feel free to fuck my brains out first, boys! James can make the calls!”


“I don't think he'll need to call anyone,” Nick said. Many fans were eager and ready to enter the fray now, thinking there was no violence left to be had. James however scared quite a few horny onlookers by throwing the pocket knife he'd taken from Belle's back into the dividing wall. James spun, swinging the bat and the hammer at the same time and roaring like he wanted the downed ladies all to himself. He had copies of their DNA, and would likely let some fans in on the fun too, but it was a menacing act that scared many of the masses back to their seats.


“The healing teams will have their hands full tonight,” Johnny said. “Mills dead; Vera killed and losing, and Belle needing a healing too after all the damage she took! What a great show! We'll keep you posted on punishments and the next possible fight! Good fight and good n–n”


“Next time?!” Nick said. “How about next fight now! Here come some healers to clean up the mess. What's the word James?!” There was a long silence. James was busy with perverted thoughts and actions. Nick said, “I guess he's going bananas.” Johnny and Nick looked at one another, shrugged, and laughed. They both waved over a staff member to order some more drinks and to watch whatever would happen next.