European Model Cage-fight and Sexfight Association Preliminaries Round Two Fights 3, 4, 5 & 6:
Bianca Juicy 0-1 vs Kate Upton 0-1
“More tickets to rip up tonight!” Megan Fox said, getting carried down marble stairs by male androids F2 and F6 while she sat in throne made specially for her. “Dreams to ruin and fakes to expose!” Megan glared icily at Claudia and added, “You Brazilian slut Me-wannabe! I taught you all my moves and we talked about mind control and stuff! This is why I hate people and prefer to spend my time with F6!”
“Yeah,” Claudia said, shrugging. The brunette singer looked a bit like Megan, but was much thicker and curvier. She added, “I asked for a fight against Delia and Megan is making it out like I'm sort of traitor.” The androids finished carrying Megan down to the black and white tiled floor of the basement where Megan had allowed four fights to be scheduled all in a row to get the rounds over with sooner. There were too many losers to kill and weed out. A woman android, F9, injected Bianca Fund's loser protege, Juicy, with serum near the steel fighting cage. Juicy's big tits were too big, firm, and the perfect shape. They had to be fake, and Megan hated that, but she liked the thought of American bimbo cow, Kate Upton, losing. Megan panted, thinking of Kate's tears when Megan would rip up Kate's golden ticket to show that Kate was no longer eligible for the EMCASA tournament.
“BEEP BOP BOOP!” the chubby non-Foxy Corp cyborg, RoboMic said, getting ready to inject the blonde Kate. Kate wore a tasteless white mesh top that was see through and not covering her big boobs. The sleeveless straps were to the sides of her oversized jugs. Her panties were a similar material. RoboMic dropped the fake robot talk having a rare moment of objective observation and clarity that the other women didn't especially like that. He said, “Kate Upton titties in the flesh! WOOEEE!! My ton of junk is up!”
“Emotions and instability detected,” F1, the biggest FC android said, snatching the syringe from RoboMic. He injected Kate, who did think RoboMic was funny.
“YOU ARE a FUCKING traitor!” Megan screamed at Claudia. “You requested to fight Juicy first, and even though I don't like her, she was Bianca Fund's student! You're out of the Fatal Five!!”
“I was never in the Fatal Five,” Claudia said, shaking her head. “I just like a good fight. Delia is my friend. If I can't beat her and her serum aura and mind control, I won't have a chance of winning the tournament. Aren't you getting tired of the Fatal Five winning every time?!”
“NO!!” Megan screamed. “Go by MY plans!!” Megan wasn't the only one who preferred the company of droids to humans now. She had created a droid special for Delia, ensuring the blonde Romanian pop star's allegiance. The special model Foxy Corp robot, R0837+, had emotions programmed and didn't look like all the other androids. He didn't wear sunglasses, and Delia clung to him like a lover. Delia must have been playing with him to give him a neatly trimmed beard and a tattoo on his buff arms. She called him Robert. He looked like he wanted to help restrain the perv, RoboMic. At least Robert wore all black like the other FC droids in dark suits and pants. RoboMic wore a Lakers jersey over a stained white t-shirt and jorts. Megan thought a little more about what Claudia had said. Megan sneered. She leaned over in her throne. The androids adjusted to the weight shift perfectly. Megan shouted, “I WIN the Tournament! Your job is to beat up the losers I don't feel like handling myself!”
“Maybe I'm too much like you,” Claudia said, “in that I want to win. I wasn't your student. You didn't teach me anything. We just sparred and you ran your mouth because I was nice and listened. I'm not the only one playing you like this. I bet none of you are good at mind control when I'm in your heads!”
“F-Fuck YOU!!” Megan screamed. She jumped down from her throne. F6 and F2 set it down, and the blond android like her husband, F6, was at her side to touch her arm and be ready to restrict her. Megan maybe should've put some hot tats on F6 like Delia did for Robert. Megan said, “You're PUBLIC enemy NUMBER ONE now, Claudia!! Delia!! Kill HER NOW!!”
“The women scheduled to fight first have already been injected,” F1 said.
“Fine,” Megan said. She huffed and hopped back into her throne. F6 pulled out a lighter from his pocket for Megan to flick to see fire and calm down.
The brunette, Juicy, got in the cage. Kate, the blonde, was smiling and looking confident. Neither woman could afford a loss. Juicy wore a white bikini and a white seashell necklace and bracelet. Juicy hated Claudia for many reasons now. One being, Claudia stealing spotlight before Juicy's fight and betrayal. Juicy was playing Megan and the Fatal Five as well. Juicy wanted mind control and the championship to herself, and thought she was good enough to get it all. Juicy's mentor, Bianca Fund, who fought with her ass a lot, and had taught Juicy little to nothing, was fresh out of healing and hanging on the cage grating to 'coach' Juicy. Fund said, “Good thing you listened to me for once and selected Kate right away, even though I wanted her. Megan will like you after you kill her!! Just know your place unlike Claudia, and things will be better for you.”
“FUCK YOU FAT ASS!!” Juicy shouted. “I'm not some FUCKING lackey! YOU did NOTHING for me!! When I win, you're not claiming this for YOURSELF! I planned to BETRAY your dumb ASS all along too! TOO Bad I'll get a win now, and – mmf!” Juicy's big reveal and speech was cut short by Kate socking her in the face. Juicy's big reveal also included her bikini top getting grabbed and her tits flopping out. She got slung into a second punch that split her lips. Juicy's perky orbs were on full display with the top broken and in the blonde's hand now. Juicy chest bumped Kate with hard mounds, disgusted by the blonde's flabby and sagging bosoms.
“Don't act like I'm not here!!” Kate shouted, trying to knee Juicy between the legs. Juicy blocked with her thigh and then parried a punch.
“THAT ALL YOU GOT?!” Juicy taunted. She tried to punch her rival in the face, but Kate blocked. “CHEAPSHOT CUNT!” Juicy shouted, complaining about how the fight had begun. She kicked hard at the same time as Kate. Her leg powered into Kate's, knocking the blonde off-balance. Juicy really wanted to destroy Kate's face, that smirk, and that lip dimple. Kate kept her guard high. Juicy tried to kick Kate in the coochie. Her foot hit the front of Kate's crotch. Kate aimed a jab for Juicy's neck to crunch the seashells. Juicy wasn't going to allow that. Her tummy was open for a punch. She took it and groaned. Kate wasn't fast. Juicy slugged Kate in the belly. The busty models clinched for a hot second. Juicy was able to lift her legs enough aggressively to knee Kate in the clit. Kate drove her fists into Juicy's abs and flanks. “DIE!!” Juicy shouted, using her head as a weapon. Kate barely dodged, but Juicy had a second plan after the headbutt. She jammed her nails into Kate's eye.
The blonde combatant screamed and put her hands to her face, covering the injury. Red trickled down her cheek. Some of the women outside booed. They could boo all they wanted. As long as Juicy didn't get too close to the cage, no one else could touch her. Juicy was confident that serum air would hurt Kate more than her too. Her haters could try that shit too, and it wouldn't matter. Juicy blasted Kate in between the legs with a kick. She took off her seashell necklace with a pop of the string and tossed them under the blonde's feet. Kate wasn't seeing well, and the stupid bimbo stepped down onto the shells. CRUNCH! Kate yelped and limped. Juicy snickered. She hit Kate in the navel, buckling her adversary. Kate winced and kept her bloody eye jammed shut. She flailed and struck Juicy in the chin. This just pissed off the brunette, who put more power into punching Kate's big tits. Kate whimpered, supplying no defense for her dangling udders. The thwack, thwack, thwack of the blonde's breasts cratering and getting pummeled had RoboMic in ecstasy.
Juicy stomped on Kate's foot embedding broken seashells into the underside of her foot. Juicy sank her nails into Kate's breasts deep. She shredded titty flesh, gauging holes and strips in the soft and sensitive bruising dermis. Juicy kicked Kate in the pussy again, and then delivered an uppercut. The blonde's head shot back. Crimson escaped her agape mouth. Juicy kicked Kate's ankle to make sure the wounded woman fell. Kate's back hit the broken seashell necklace. She cried, arched her spine, and jerked herself away from the booby trap on the tiled floor. The white bottoms of both women were looking wet with sweat, and Kate's bright red and abused vulva was visible through the cloth.
The topless heel/villain, Juicy, was enjoying this and the angry chicks watching. Juicy kicked Kate in the ribs to get the whore on her back where she belonged. Juicy dropped her knees into Kate's navel and mounted the loser. Juicy let her bracelet slide down her wrist. She grabbed the string and pushed the shells to be like weaponized knuckles for popping Kate in the mouth. Shells broke and tore into the blonde's lips. Juicy broke the rest of the shells into Kate's face, hurting her own hand, but making Kate a bloody mess. Juicy pushed aside Kate's top and said, “Why wear anything?!” She tore the damp shirt and then the panties cloth of Kate's body easily. Then Juicy took out more frustration on Kate's tits. The flopping and shaking fatty areas got flattened, misshaped, and discolored. Juicy had to grab the tits to make keep them solid and better for hitting the nipples. Juicy jammed fingernails into an areola. She ruptured Kate's nips with sadistic glee.
“AHHH!!” Kate yelled, fearing her EMCASA run was over. The naked blonde wriggled like a fish out of water. Juicy's ass was still atop Kate's stomach. Broken shell pieces were lodged in Kate's foot, back, and face, but she couldn't give up yet. Kate's chest hurt so much. It felt rubbed raw, but she summoned desperation strength, sat up, and bashed her girls into Juicy's firm tan mounds. The naked blonde and the topless brunette rolled around, wrestling. Kate wanted Juicy to get stabbed by broken shells, but it didn't happen. She just wore herself out, titfighting and trying for submission that would never come. It was sexy to watch.
RoboMic, the tubby blond cyborg who wore sunglasses all the time, humped the cage. His genitals were locked in a compartment so he couldn't touch them with his hands, but that didn't stop him from humping and getting his pink chub some touch and friction against his robot compartment. He wasn't on drugs or serum or anything. When he was in fantasy land, he hand no self awareness, got tunnel vision, and was numb to anything but his own pleasure.
The bikini model, Juicy, was continuing to scrum with dirty techniques like clawing Kate's exposed kitty. The nude blonde shoved Juicy off, realizing she couldn't wrestle her way to victory. Kate got to her feet. Juicy took her time getting up with complete confidence. Kate forgot about her foot injury and limped. Juicy threw a high punch that got blocked. All it took was one more cuntbusting kick to combo Kate. Kate clenched her legs tight and tried to have her elbows block belly abuse. That didn't work. Juicy's knuckles went into Kate's navel. The blonde hunched over, trying to grab Juicy, gasping and moaning. Juicy rocked Kate with some sweet chin music. The uppercut knocked the blonde into the cage grating. Kate's arms flew into the air. Her titties shook. Not one former ally of Juicy reached in to attack Kate. It was over anyway. Juicy lifted Kate under the arms and slammed her back down on wherever there were broken shells. The topless brunette continued this several times, picking up and slamming Kate down. The blonde's body was in bad shape, and worse so after a few head smashes to the ground split open skin over her skull.
“TIME to FUCK the loser!” Juicy gloated. F9 gave Juicy a strap-on and an additional dildo. Kate twitched on the tile, barely conscious. Juicy equipped herself for humiliating Kate by taking off her own bikini bottoms and putting on the strap-on. She grabbed Kate's hips, lifting her bottom half and forcing the shaft of the sex toy into Kate's pussy. It was awkward trying to hold Kate up and plunging the dildo into Kate's ass cheeks while fucking her vagina too. Juicy hit that g-spot hard and got squirted on. She spanked and slapped Kate's ass, and then made the blonde suck Juicy's pussy. Juicy felt some broken sea shell fragment on Kate's face, sitting on the blonde, and nearly suffocating her. Juicy then pounded in Kate's face more.
To put the finishing touches of the embarrassment and sex, Juicy squirted all the semen from the rods on Kate's body, especially her injuries. She left a good amount to nearly drown the blonde, shoving both into her mouth. Juicy got the winner's serum dart and caressed her own ass and curves. She jumped into the air, bulking up, and landed her ass on Kate's belly. The blonde sat up, coughing up blood. She was barely awake. Juicy got up and jumped again, mashing her ass into Kate's belly. Juicy could feel the blonde's vertebrae and inner organs pulverizing. The cum covered loser flopped around, wanting to not die on her back, but it wasn't her choice. Juicy climbed up the cage, unafraid of any bitch trying to stop her. She jumped and landed her ass on Kate's stomach. It wasn't a perfect landing, and the blonde's tits got squished too. Kate was seconds away from death. Juicy got up, grabbing Kate's arm, and broke it. Elbow bone pierced skin. Juicy tied Kate's hair to the upper part of the link metal fence. She took some steps back and sprinted on the slippery tile. Juicy jumped into the air and rammed her booty into Kate's paper thin midsection. Juicy flew through Kate with a fatality that split the blonde in two. F1 got his hands through the cage grating to try and push Juicy back so she wouldn't break the cage for the next fight. His shoe rubber burned the ground and he was barely able to stop this. The lower half of the blonde fell, squirting gore, and the top half of her hung there swaying.
Juicy was given calming drugs and then quickly went upstairs to the joint bathroom to wash off and await the possible next winner. She had put a target on her back, and she didn't have any friends here now likely, but she didn't care. She'd won. And it had been awesome!
European Model Cage-fight and Sexfight Association Preliminaries Round Two Fight 4
Madalina Ghenea 0-1 vs INNA 1-0
After the clean up, two sexy Romanian brunettes in bikinis got injected with serum. The singer, Inna, didn't know what to think about Claudia and Juicy going rogue. Inna wore a light pink bikini with light blue straps and lining. She looked way shorter than the woman she'd chosen to fight, and thought she could knock out of the tournament. This was also because Madalina wore red high heels. Inna got angry watching the slut take off her showy accessories including the heels, a necklace, and earrings. Madalina had luscious full lips and long limbs that made Inna salivate, thinking about popping the limbs off and dismembering Madalina for the kill.
The chick in the teal bikini, Madalina, was taller than Inna by over half a foot, but she was tense with her eligibility on the line and not wanting to die. She got injected with serum, pursed her lips, and stepped into the death cell to face Inna. Inna started off the aggressor, trying to force Madalina's back against the wall. Madalina used her length to her advantage and landed the first blood spattering blow with a fist to Inna's mush. The lanky babe in blue kicked Inna in the flank, careful to avoid wrestling or getting any limbs grabbed. Inna tried to tackle Madalina's leg, going full out with a dive. She got kneed in the face, but knocked Madalina into the cage wiring. Bianca Fund was eager to find a new replacement for Juicy as protege and reward loyalists. It wouldn't be Inna since she was a popular musician with her own well established fighting style, but Fund grabbed Madalina's hair anyway. The blonde Fatal Five hopeful, Abby Dowse, kicked Madalina in the back of the knee. “You're not cute with those heels, whore,” Abby said. She took out a bobby pin and stabbed Madalina in the spine. Inna was scrappy and up fast. She wouldn't speak out against those helping her or those in power. She kicked Madalina between the legs, feeling a little relieved to wear down the taller chick. Madalina should've been an easy win for Inna. Inna was doubting so much right now, and wondering if her and Claudia's friendship was a lie too. Bianca Fund pulled on Madalina's teal bikini top from behind. The cloth bound tight against Madalina's tan orbs, strangling them until the nips and excess mammary cushion sprung out. Madalina's chest protruded and her back arched as she pulled out the pin from her back. The puncture wound trickled blood. Abby kicked Madalina's hand with the pin into the metal cage wiring to injure Madalina's hand and make her drop a possible weapon. Inna punched Madalina in the navel and grabbed her leg. Fund finished stripping Madalina topless, smiling to Abby. Madalina banged her arm into the cage links, getting her elbow to hit Fund in the mouth. Fund cursed and tried to breathe serum air at Madalina, but the topless babe was already getting pulled to the ground by Inna.
Inna scrambled on the tile to get a figure four leglock. She said, “I'm getting so HORNY thinking of popping off your stilts, Big Bird!” Madalina kicked Inna in the face to get free. She was careful to stay away from other women who might attack her, watching close to the cage. She noticed Cora, Emily, and Russians Sveta, Ashley, and Polina crowding in closer to get in the way of Fatal Five and Megan loyalists. Madalina picked her wedgie, ready to box. Inna sacrificed her body again to lunge at Madalina's leg. The topless brunette pulled on the pop star's bikini strap to try and throw her off. Madalina got tackled again. RoboMic had been given a dildo to hold for the winner, and as he was playing with it and staring at Madalina's shaking melons. He accidentally pressed the release button, squirting artificial jizz out and onto Madalina's heaving chest and face. She looked up and back in disbelief. RoboMic grumbled, “Whoops.”
Inna was topless now too. The feisty brunette punched Madalina between the legs and clawed her longs thin thighs. Madalina sat up, crashing chests with Inna, and forcing Inna onto her back. The tasteless paste was cool on Inna's chest from rubbing tits with her rival and then getting a face full of the jizzed on jugs. Inna was not expecting to get overpowered and have her head punched down into the tile. She grabbed Madalina's hair to sling the broad's face into the tile. Madalina's full and pouting lips were split open now and her nose was bleeding too. Inna's confidence grew as she rolled over, pulling Madalina's arm behind her back. Inna stood up on Madalina's spine. Inna tore off her own panties, feeling aroused. This allowed Madalina to snake free and kick Inna's shins. The brawler in the light blue bikini bottoms, Madalina got to her feet and sent a high kick at Inna's face. The nude brunette ducked and uppercut Madalina in the pussy.
Madalina let Inna get too close again. The shorter chick, Inna, grabbed her adversary's hair again and pulled. She plowed knuckles into Madalina's face and stomped the taller fighter's ankle. Madalina had strong ankles. She elbowed Inna in the neck and jaw. Madalina refused to be tackled or pushed backwards. It got her cuntbusted again and her belly punched. She karate chopped Inna's arm to stop being yanked around by the hair. Then she took a knuckle sandwich to the chops and tasted blood in her mouth. Inna really wanted to grab Madalina, slicing her nails into Madalina's shoulders, hip, back, etc. Madalina set Inna back with a big jab to the face. Inna tried to take out Madalina's leg with a headfirst slide. Madalina kicked and hopped over the nudist. Inna's exposed breasts rubbed on the tile. Madalina landed and continued to play a patient boxing style.
The women watching cheered as it was a pretty decent and technical fight. Inna's height disadvantage looked too much to overcome with Madalina landing several big punches and kicks. Inna got bloodied and dazed, and staggered towards the cage. She could still see Madalina spinning and kicking in her mind, even though roundhouse had already landed and rattled her jaw. Madalina fired an upward strike that blasted Inna's neck. The naked and exhausted hussy trembled in shock. Madalina cocked back a punch, and decked Inna. Blood flew. Inna's ass cheeks hit down hard first when she fell. Her head had swung back, and Madalina was convinced Inna was concussed from being downed. Madalina mounted Inna, looking to finish the fight, and was surprised at how fast Inna sat up. Madalina felt lips, tongue, and teeth at her teat. She went from dominating the fight to a slight sexual shock, and then Inna had snared her arm. Inna was out of breath and fighting with the fury of an underdog. Madalina yelped, getting dragged on the tile on her front. Her arm was in Inna's crotch, getting squeezed at the bicep. Inna tried to sit on Madalina's ass. She kicked her foot into Madalina's pussy. Inna grunted and sounded turned on. Madalina wouldn't let the tables be turned like this! She pushed her billowing boob away from her hand and pushed off the ground. SNAP! CRACK!!
“Oh YEAH!!” Inna shouted as Madalina squealed. Madalina's arm had been broken, but she was able to get back on top. Madalina got to her feet, stomping Inna's face, and stepping away for a brief moment to catch her breath and fight off chills. Madalina held her ruined arm between her moist breasts. Inna got up, trying to punt Madalina in the pussy. The taller woman moved and got a foot to her booty cheek. Inna touched herself, thinking her victory was imminent. Inna attacked Madalina's face on the same side as her broken arm. Madalina dodged and kneed Inna in the belly. The fight certainly wasn't over, but Madalina had only one arm to work with. Inna circled her prey and couldn't get close enough to stomp her ankle. Madalina's kicking prowess had Inna's ribs bruising. Inna charged like a bull several times and missed the mark, only clawing tit or hip flesh, and taking a shot for her recklessness. It was on one of these moves where Inna stopped, determined to stomp her foe's foot. She rammed her shoulder into Madalina's navel. Madalina was going down!! Only, Inna got elbowed in the back of the neck. She felt the whir of Madalina's long sexy leg arching. Then Madalina's heel hit Inna's Cerebellum. Inna didn't even see her face and chin smash down onto the black and white checkered tile. Inna's ass cheeks clenched. He hands were underneath her body and low. She would touch herself when she came to, but Madalina had plenty of time to stomp Inna's neck and spine and render the tough little combatant too stunned and paralyzed to fight back.
The fight was over now. F1 shot Madalina with the winner's serum dart. She forced a lot of energy in to heal her arm which crunched with reversing the skeletal brokenness. The statuesque beauty asked for her heels. RoboMic handed her a dildo. F9 got in the cage with a dildo and strap-on to give to Madalina. Madalina said the female android, “ThANKS! RRRG! Help... Take off... please, ASSist Me with my Bottoms.” The touch of the androids felt so real and almost everything about them besides expressionless faces and sunglasses seemed so human. F9 only touched Madalina where needed to take off her teal bikini bottoms and help her get in her heels, but it looked erotic, and Madalina was sweating profusely and humming with sporadic moans and pleasure. Inna twitched on the ground. Blood pooled at the side of her head from her mouth and other injuries. She cursed and failed to make a fist to pound the tile in frustration.
The nude Romanian in heels squatted behind Inna, stroking the pop star's clit and vagina with her lanky and firm fingers. Then Madalina grabbed Inna's hips and fucked her hard, banging the tip of the strap-on against Inna's sturdy clitoral ball and hood. Madalina found that the strap-on had been positioned on her for maximum rubbing pleasure against her pussy. The dildo RoboMic had given her was mostly out of fake jizz. There was quite a bit on the fat cyborg, watching the sex with his tongue out and his shades slid down to his nose not covering his wide open eyes. Madalina spanked Inna and said, “You wanted to send me home and take off my limbs!” Inna nodded. Madalina flipped the loser over and gave the smaller woman some heel play. A stiletto went into Inna's crotch. The other one pressed Inna's innie belly-button. Madalina forced the dildo into Inna's mouth. After several minutes of kissing, trampling, and wild, inventive, and flexible sex, Madalina shot the rest of the contents from the dildo at the outside of the cage like fireworks. RoboMic wasn't the only one who didn't dodge the contents. Some of the other women entranced got speckled too.
The trim and slender Romanian winner put the dildo between her voluptuous breasts and kept her arms in close to her body to hold the object there. She flipped Inna onto her back. Inna cried, trying to cover her eyes, knowing her death was coming. She was afraid her eyes would be stomped out. Instead, Madalina bent over Inna. The two heads of the sex toys touched Inna's chest and belly. Madalina forced Inna's arms apart, straddling her. Female ejaculate dripped down Madalina's thighs and onto Inna. The nude brunette in blood red high heels trapped Inna's arms spread out wide between the toes of the shoe and the pointed heel, shredding arm skin. Madalina grabbed Inna's wrists and pulled. POP! POP! “NOO!!” Inna screamed as her arms got torn off at the shoulders like a plastic doll. There was a lot of blood for effect, but there didn't have to be. The dildo fell from between Madalina's tits and into Inna's horrified and open mouth, muting her scream. Madalina dropped the dismembered limbs, growing tired from such brutal moves with max serum energy applied. She grabbed Inna's head. The armless singer still had some bite, going for Madalina's boobs in her face, but it turned into a nibble and sucking for comfort as she began to black out and welcome the grim reaper. Madalina put her hands on both sides of Inna's neck and pulled up. The neck of the victim elongated and then POP! – snapped off clean. Madalina squirted a little more from the sound and then rolled Inna's head like a bowling ball. The beheaded corpse landed tongue pressed against Inna's pussy.
“Mada-loser gets lucky and lasts one more round,” Megan said, shaking her head. Madalina exited the cage. She was still horny. She kissed F9 on the lips and tried to feel up the android's breasts. They were small, firm, perky, and very authentic. F9 professionally administered calming drugs, and Madalina walked up the marble steps from the basement to cool off in the showers. The previous winner of the four fight event, Juicy, was surprised to see Madalina, and ignored her.
European Model Cage-fight and Sexfight Association Preliminaries Round Two Fight 5
Delia Matache 1-0 (Fatal Five member: Tournament entry guaranteed) vs Claudia Alende 1-0
The Brazilian Megan Fox look-alike, Claudia, was turning EMCASA on its head, not going along with the plans of Megan and the Fatal Five. She sucked down a pouch of serum and tossed her long onyx locks behind her shoulders. Claudia's peach colored crop top was made of a see through mesh material. Some FRS serum types made the fatty areas of women expand, but Megan didn't want her reality TV series showing whores with any larger assets than they already had. Claudia's big boods pressed against the top mostly because she was stacked and sweaty. The white bikini bottoms were a nice contrast to her tan skin. Her blue eyes sparkled and she hummed her own song, “I'm Good at Being Bad” to herself. Everything about her was a turn on for RoboMic.
The buff and bearded special model android, Robert injected Delia in the spine with serum. She shivered, gripping his body tight, and practically purring. Delia, a Fatal Five blonde pop star, wore black bikini bottoms and a yellow tank top that showed off her belly, ribs tattoo, delicious sideboob, and cleavage. Delia looked ready to erupt and attack Robert with lust. Claudia smacked Delia's ass cheek and said, “He didn't goose you and fuck you up the ass with serum?!”
“You're the idol swingin around your fat ass in videos,” Delia joked. She spanked her long time friend and gave her a wedgie. The serum began to pump hard in Delia's veins. She wasn't showing near the anger and hatred to Claudia that Megan wanted. Megan cast a sideways glance at Delia. Megan wasn't great with verbal mind control, but her nonverbal powers were insane. Delia shuddered. Megan had just made Robert especially for Delia. He had feelings, emotions, and would certainly be great in the sack. Claudia looked at Robert wrong – she wanted him too, and Delia wanted to mar her friend's face and rip out her eyes. Her nails slashed across Claudia's nose and cheek. Claudia grabbed Delia's long blonde hair and pulled it out from the style with it sitting atop her head with no bangs.
“Let's do it in the cage,” Claudia said, trying to pull Delia, and sensing that something was up. Delia tried to knee Claudia between the legs. Claudia blocked. Delia exhaled serum air at Claudia. It crackled and burst with a flash of light, but Claudia was not affected. Delia threw a round of punches into Claudia's belly before being slung towards the open cage door by her golden locks. The slutty temptress brunette took off her top. Delia grabbed the cage wiring above the door opening, and slung her body forward. She kicked Claudia in the face. Specks of blood from the topless babe's luscious lips, and hit Megan in the face. Megan grinned, until Claudia flailed towards her.
Delia kept swinging outside of the cage, hoping Claudia would fall and that she could land on her. Delia said, “You don't GET to say how anything gets DONE now, Claud!! You don't get to always call the SHOTS!!” Delia swung back towards the cage, noting Claudia tangle up with Megan. F6 and F2 held Megan's throne in the air, and Claudia looked to purposefully grab Megan's leg to knock her out of the fancy chair. The two brunettes hit the ground. Megan screamed, cursing, and trying to get the lighter out of her leather booty shorts pocket to set Claudia's ass on fire. The leather was too tight. Delia swung out of the cage again and landed one foot on a black tile and one on a white. The edges of the tiles cracked. Delia's boobs jiggled. Robert could be programmed to literally only have eyes for Delia, but she wanted him to experience as much humanity as possible. Delia wanted all the droids to be treated well. They were just too human. She tore off her yellow top down the middle like the Incredible Hulk. Delia liked to fight with and flaunt her breasts.
“You can't tell us apart,” Claudia joked, shoving Megan towards Delia. Megan finally got her lighter out of her pocket, flicked the wheel, and huffed serum air into it to make a flamethrower. Claudia yelped and dove on the ground with a roll to avoid. Her tan skin was still scorched. Claudia got up blowing on her smoking mammary mounds. She said, “I thought you were better than letting your allies double team people outside the cage. It doesn't count if I lose out here anyway!”
“As long as I drag you into the cage with a breath of life, it counts as a loss for you,” Delia said. She sprinted at her friend and rival. Claudia was by the marble staircase. Abby, Bianca Fund, Maria, Daniela, and a few others looked eager to hurt Claudia to impress Megan, but there were many women against that and getting in the way. Delia tried to stomp Claudia's ankle, but missed. Megan whined like a banshee and threw her hard thermos of iced coffee at Claudia. Delia stepped on Claudia's other ankle. The thermos cracked the brunette in the face, knocking her head backward. Delia clawed Claudia's shoulder and chest to keep her from getting away. Then Delia clothes-lined Claudia down against the marble stairs. The Brazilian in the white bikini bottoms arched her back in pain. Delia jammed her heel into Claudia's navel. She walked up a step and punched Claudia in the mouth. The back of Claudia's head hit the edge of the steps.
“Ow f-fuck,” Claudia groaned, getting lifted by the hair. She hit Delia in the stomach, and got it back twice as hard, bouncing her off the wall. Delia dragged Claudia up the steps and stuck her fingernails into the wound at the base of Claudia's skull, opening it and making more blood flow. Claudia added, “You're going the wrong way!” At a landing turn halfway point of the steps, Delia slung Claudia into the handrail. Claudia got her hands up so her face wouldn't smash the wall, but the wind was still knocked out of her. Delia kicked Claudia between the legs from behind.
The topless blonde ran at her foe. Delia slammed an elbow into the back of Claudia's head running into her. Claudia's boobs squashed against the wall. She elbowed Delia in the mouth, drawing blood. Delia drove her knee up into Claudia's pussy, and controlled her frenemy's head with a firm grip. Delia swung Claudia's face into the banister and the wall. Claudia tried to bump Delia off with her ass, but Delia held tight with a hug. Delia's bosoms billowed and flattened up against Claudia's shoulder blades. Robert's titillating touch would be all over Delia's clit and breasts in no time. Delia socked Claudia in the neck. Delia had wanted this to be a good and even fight. She wanted to prove that she could control Claudia's mind too, but Megan had helped give Delia this big advantage. Delia wouldn't waste it. Delia grabbed the gasping doll's heaving jugs, shaking and scratching into them.
“You're going to look so ugly by the time I fuck you,” Delia said, slamming Claudia face-first on the ground. The brunette yelped. Her head went over the stairs, but her chin still hit marble. Her ass cheeks clenched, hiding the white thong material. Claudia's flabby orbs bled already. Delia kicked Claudia between the legs and then stood on Claudia's tailbone and spine. She grabbed one of Claudia's wrists, pulled up, and then kicked her foot into Claudia's head to tip the brunette over the steps. Delia rode Claudia down the stairs like she was a surfboard. It was a rocky ride and the damage to Claudia was brutal. The brunette's entire front got destroyed on the way down. Delia had to jump off near the bottom with the way Claudia's legs and body got held up smacking down hard.
The bloodied and ridden whore, Claudia, collapsed in a heap at the bottom of the steps. She spit out blood and a tooth or two. Her tits were bruised worse than anything else on her anterior side; swollen, engorged, and oozing flesh wounds. Claudia wiped her face and tried to get to her knees. She knew her friend well and immediately ducked and tried to block a kick. Delia's foot was partially blocked, but still clipped Claudia's neck hard enough to knock her onto her derriere. Claudia staggered over to the open cage door, grabbing it to stay on her feet. Claudia made kissing lips to Delia and said, “Robert thinks I'm sexier. … He likes... the uh... losing chick better. Obviously.”
The blonde, Delia, couldn't believe she fell for that. She didn't buy it totally, but turned to look at Robert. That got her kicked in the pelvis. She whipped around taking a punch to the face. Claudia had ridden the cage door. Delia got her balance and pushed back. Her body crashed into Claudia's. Claudia trembled and tried not to whimper, but Delia knew she was hurting bad. The door crashed into the wall. Claudia tried to harden her boobs for titfighting and knee Delia in the crotch, but the dark haired doll was soft and easy to punish. Delia shoved Claudia's arm into the hole in the cage door grating. Claudia wasn't stupid. She pulled that out first thing, still pumping her bruised legs to try and keep Delia away. Delia would've broken Claudia's arm if not for all this. Delia got a patella to the groin, but was able to blast a right haymaker into Caludia's cheek. Delia landed a combo of punches into Claudia's guts, buckling the brunette. Claudia's boobs were too big and jiggly getting hit. Delia stepped back to kick Claudia in the flank and the ribs.
The battered combatant in white bikini bottoms, Claudia, lunged forward, throwing a punch as she coughed up blood. She hit the hottie in the black bikini bottoms pretty damn good considering all the damage Claudia had taken. Delia's head turned to the side. Megan seemed to like to be in the way of the blood splatter. She licked her lips and rubbed the red plasma in to her flushed cheeks. Delia took the hit well, and was able to sidle and shove Claudia's back. Claudia began to fall, but caught herself. While bent over, Claudia knew she was in bad shape. She tried to block, but the cage door got swung at her and the steel siding gave her another facial. Claudia yelped, getting knocked on her back. A splash of gore went in the air just to land on her face and heaving chest. Claudia stayed down, trying not to get hit with the door again. It didn't matter. Delia wanted Claudia going into the door again, so the blonde lifted her crumbling enemy under the armpits and then forced Claudia's forehead into the door frame for skull clonking pain and temporary paralysis.
With Claudia barely clinging to life, the blonde Romanian singer tossed her into the caged fighting area. Delia slammed the door shut behind them. As Claudia scrambled to her feet, Delia tried to kick her in the face. Claudia grabbed Delia's foot and pulled her down to the tiled floor to wrestle. The topless babes bonked heads. Delia was convinced she would break one of Claudia's limbs in this scuffle, but her friend proved to be tough and resilient on her desperation life line. Delia couldn't get free of Claudia's hug long enough. Delia's nipples got erect from rubbing against Claudia's melons and banging around on the tile. There was some kissing and below the belt play as well. The way the women picked themselves up and tackled one another, grunting, moaning, sucking face, and touching each other had the whole place steamy and loud. Claudia stayed low with her rear in the air, and slammed Delia's back down. Delia wriggled left and right, cratering and smacking Claudia's worn bosoms. Delia spanked Claudia's ass. Claudia slammed Delia down again. The blonde yelped, keeping her head up, but taking considerable back damage. She kicked into Claudia's pussy and stomach. The brunette's abs had taken a beating. She hunched and wiped away tears. Her bottoms were crooked.
“I'm ready for sex,” Claudia said, “panting and puffing, “but I gotta beat you up s'more.” Delia got to her feet. Claudia gave herself a tighter wedgie, pulling the white swimsuit strap. Claudia moaned and depansted herself. She said, “Stunning you couldn't get that done. Feels good.”
“You didn't strip me at all either,” Delia said, stepping out of her black bikini bottoms, trying not to break them with all her serum power. She exhaled a cloud of serum at Claudia. Claudia breathed it in and attacked. Delia got blasted in the jaw. She tried to block, but Claudia was slinging her ass around and flailing perfectly. Delia got struck in the chin and the torso with fists. She tried to hit Claudia's belly, but hit back or ribs. Claudia spun and a fist hit Delia in the head. Delia was dizzy. She tried to kick Claudia in the kidney, but got whiplash and a foot to the face. Delia couldn't believe it! She'd been knocked down!
The naked blonde looked back at the spectators. Her hands were above her head. Robert gave her hand a squeeze through the grating. He could've given her more serum, but she didn't need it. He could've also grabbed her boobs, and Delia hoped he would later. He let go and Claudia tried to dive on Delia. The blonde rolled away from the nude brunette. Both women got to their feet looking ragged and tired. Claudia said, “I'm disappointed Megan is in your head and that you haven't won yet.”
“FUCK you!” Delia said. “I can control your mind!” The air around Delia sparkled with serum breath. “I know what you really care about! Your precious video games! I hacked your online accounts and erased your profile!”
“I'm in your head more than you're in mine,” Claudia said. “The best games you don't mind doing the journey again if progress is lost. And you're totally lying.” Claudia threw an uppercut. Delia caught it with both hands. Her rival's knuckles were at her chin. Claudia opened her hand. She tried to breathe in the serum air, but Delia sucked it back in. Delia was being tested hard, even after such a big head-start. It was maddening. Claudia was doing training and something right to be this tough, but she was done. She'd used all her strength. Delia stomped Claudia's ankle and slung the brunette by the arm head over heels. Claudia's ass hit the tile hard. She swung an elbow backwards, being a feisty pain in the ass. Delia saw where the back of Claudia's head been cut early on. She focused serum air into a scream, and directed all that energy into the wound, flaying it open. Claudia cursed and got to her feet, wincing.
The exhausted brunette threw a punch. Delia caught it. Claudia kneed Delia in the belly. She headbutted the blonde in the face. Scarlet sprayed. Delia hobbled, but got her own knee to bury into the brunette's vulnerable midsection. Delia put Claudia in a headlock, spun, tripped Claudia with a heel to her ankle, and body slammed the naked broad's front to the battlefield tile. Claudia moaned and gave one last jiggle of resistance, but with Delia on top, cranking her neck, Claudia was out of the fight, and going to need everything left in the tank to stay alive.
“Get in there and hit her with the winner's serum dart, Robert,” Megan said. “Were you not programmed with any common sense?!” The bearded android nodded, and got into the cage, carrying a strap-on and a double sided dildo for Delia. Delia's cleavage was pushed further apart with Claudia's head pressed against the moist mounds. Claudia's head was turned to see Robert coming. Her blue eyes opened wide and watered. Blood and wet hair hung in her paling face. Delia slapped her tits into Claudia's neck. Then she stopped trying to break Claudia's neck. The blonde released grip of the naked brunette and lounged atop her body. Delia smiled and winked to Robert. She took the dildo from him and shoved it up Claudia's ass. The nude blonde leaned over and kissed the quivering female loser on the lips.
“Pump me full of serum with your horn, Robert,” Delia said, sitting on Claudia's tailbone. Delia opened her legs, wanting serum from a dick and not a dart or pouch.
“He's n-not a f-fuckin trumpet,” Claudia mocked, choking, and gasping. Delia shoved the dildo deeper into Claudia's anus. Claudia moaned. Delia swatted Claudia's ass and stuck two fingers into Claudia's mouth. Robert gingerly moved Delia's blonde hair over her shoulders and caressed her neck. He put a serum dart from his robot wrist into her jugular to give her the quickest access to the serum for healing her injuries and maximizing strength output. Robert assumed Delia wanted to wear the strap-on. He tied that around her waist as she roared and ripped his clothes off.
Delia jumped into Robert's arms, humping and riding his cock. They kissed and fucked. Delia forced Robert to motorboat her breasts. His body was so hard. Delia could rake her nails into him and jerk his hair or flesh with no negative repercussions. Delia shook herself free of Robert's grasp in order to fall atop Claudia. Delia pulled Robert down too, flaunting the intercourse over the brutalized victim. Delia face fucked Claudia with the rod on the strap-on, filling her mouth with cum, and shooting loads in Claudia's face. Robert licked and stroked Delia's pussy. He was programmed to make Delia's clit sing and her kitty purr, and he kept his boner the entire time. Delia was able to orgasm more than once. She punched and stroked Robert's long thick shaft. He was a durable fortress.
The only thing Robert could've done better for Delia was in humiliating and hurting Claudia more. Delia had made a mess atop Claudia's body. She took the dildo from her friend's rear and pleasured herself with it. Delia lifted and slammed Claudia to be on her back. She kissed and made out with Claudia. Delia forced Robert to sit and massage her breasts. Delia's nipples were hard. Robert pinched and prodded around her areolae and teats with expert fingers and rough squeezes. Delia plunged the dildo deep in herself and swung it around all over every inch of her pleasurable inner yoni and outer lips. She then sat on Robert's boner, bouncing up and down, and alternating who she kissed and touched. Delia said, “Don't hold it in, Robert! Cum as much as you want!! Enjoy my stupid friend, Claudia too. Put it in her anywhere; just not her pussy. That's only getting my FIST!!”
Almost on command, Robert entered Delia's vagina on an intimate level and gave her his first load ever. His touch and passion felt like a real lover. He remained hard and ready to go; never tiring. Delia wanted to punish Claudia and not let her experience too much pleasure. Delia's knuckles spread Claudia's legs wide and stretched the brunette's lower femininity. Robert stayed close to Delia, vibing with her, and trying to read her mind and body for commands. Claudia writhed on the tile, turning onto her side. She yanked Delia's hair and attacked Delia's boobs. Delia kicked the back of Claudia's knee and stuck the dildo in Claudia's head wound. Robert plowed his boner into Claudia's ass. Delia stomped Claudia's ribs and then mashed the strap-on cock into Claudia's stomach and breasts. Delia pointed to Claudia's face. Robert pulled out. Delia squirted dildo juices onto Claudia's tan butt humps. Claudia tried to get up and kiss Robert. Delia punched Claudia in the mouth, knocking out and cracking more teeth to give Robert less chompers for his blow job.
Claudia was willing to suck Robert's cock and give Delia head too. She'd lost and it sucked, but a threesome with one of her best friends and a sexy robot man obedient to the winner was pretty cool. Claudia wished she could've won and been the dominatrix of this orgy. Robert was instructed to fuck Claudia in the tits and blow a load over her face. He obeyed and enjoyed it. Delia offered her breasts for Robert to slide his dick between, wanting his full attention now. Noticing her disregard for the cooling crushed combatant and Delia's clinging, Robert turned his pleasure senses up while Delia's firm orbs sandwiched and squeezed just under his penis head. Robert made sure to have a more voluminous and forceful spray of jizz for Delia's body and breasts. Delia tackled him for more fornicating, and made everyone present jealous of the amazing sex she was able to have, up, under, or on top of the naked alpha male bot.
“You and Robert can get a room,” Megan said. “Kill Claudia already. There's still one more fight to go. At least she couldn't enjoy this as much as us.”
Delia nodded and walked over to her friend. Claudia was on her side with her neck still crooked so that she could watch Delia and Robert and be ready for whatever. Delia shoved Claudia's face into her cleavage. Delia said, “With Mandy gone, I'll be popping all the heads with my tits!” She pressed her bosoms tight into Claudia's neck and forced the strap-on shaft into Claudia's private area, finally giving Claudia clitoral stimulation. It was a tease. Delia used all that was left of her serum power and serum breath around her to pop Claudia's head off with her tits. The brunette's decapitation was barely bloody and her tongue was all over Delia's nipples; playful and horny even in death.
“That dumb bitch thought she was on par with me and the Fatal Five,” Megan scoffed. Robert carried Delia under the legs out of the cage to get her some clothes and drugs. Unlike the other two winners, Delia would shower and have sex with her droid and then come back to see the final fight. Juicy congratulated Delia on her win and was too nosy watching Delia and Robert in the showers. Madalina pulled Juicy away for Delia to have privacy, and it almost started a fight between the two of them. Delia broke it up, feeling very good, victorious, and loyal to Megan and Foxy Corp for giving her Robert. What would it hurt to control the minds of some of her audience? It wasn't like the big tech companies and media weren't controlling peoples' minds and doing similar things too.
European Model Cage-fight and Sexfight Association Preliminaries Round Two Fight 6
Dajana Gudic (0-1) vs Ashley Tervort (0-1)
“I can't wait to rip up more tickets!” Megan said, glancing at the two tall women about to fight for their chances to be alive for the tournament. Megan hoped that Dajana, the blonde in the blue lingerie would win. Megan gave the busty Russian brunette, Ashley, the stink eye. Ashley wore a light blue bikini with sideboob and underboob skin showing. She took off the white jacket off her arms to be injected with serum. White thigh stockings were on her long legs. She was one of the tallest fighters who'd been invited here. Ashley also had some of the biggest boobs. All the sluts with balloon chests were going to be done this round! First Mandy, then Kate, and now Ashley. Megan approached Ashley with her lighter in her hand. Megan said, “Maybe we'll leave you hanging again after you get killed like last time. I think our viewers forgot that you're just an ugly fat saggy cow after getting fucked and beaten.” Megan flicked the wheel of the lighter, trying to roast Ashley's underboobs, but it didn't light. The busty brunette was already sweating. This was the cage where she'd lost to Delia, and then been hung and tortured for days with her neck re-injuring constantly.
“You took her down when I got here,” tattooed nudist Cora said. “She's not really my type, but I see the appeal and would do her. I will only try to schedule against women with no losses who aren't guaranteed a spot in the tournament. We need to make one another stronger before the tournament to go through all your lackeys. Who knows who the best one really is, but I'd say Maria.”
“She's got curse powers like you,” Emily said, smacking Cora's ass. Emily winked at Ashley. Cora used her curse powers with serum air to get the last laugh. Little explosions went off in Emily's yoga pants and bra. The trendy and trim brunette, Emily, had the crotch blown out of her pants and her nipples exposed where gray cloth had singed off. There was a lot of chemistry, liking, and flirting between Emily and Cora even though Cora had beaten and had sex with Emily in a cage round one.
Dajana bounced on the balls of her feet in the cage. She had selected Ashley to fight, thinking she could get praise from Foxy Corp for taking out a big bruiser like Ashley. Dajana looked fit and formidable. Her panties waistband nearly covered her navel, and her ass was tight. Ashley was thin with giant flabby tits, and didn't look so tough. She barely bulked up after being injected in the spine with serum. When Dajana got the winner's serum dart, she'd be tearing those big tits off. Megan tried to scorch Ashley's ass with the lighter. Megan said, “I'm the BEST! Hurry up Ass-ley, and get in there and die! F6 and I need to... it's uh, scheduled maintenance after this.”
“I think you mean you want that man's ten inches in your blow hole,” Emily said. “You are so horny for that dude!! And you're supposed to light a fire under the asses of your allies to help them, not someone you want to lose!!” Emily was definitely noting and cataloging her intense emotions and desires for other women on this type of serum. She wanted to try all the different types and let the public know the side effects. Em fingered Ashley's butt to see if it was warm – burnt; and it wasn't. “You're not fat at all, babe,” Em said, stroking Ashley's belly with her palms from behind. Ashley's bottom and body was warm like Emily's pressed against her. Emily groped Ashley's boobs and added, “Everyone but Megan and haters like these fat girls on you – nice tits. I'd like to spar and hit the showers with you. I wouldn't mind being the sub and you on loads of serum and no calming drugs.” Em gave another titty squeeze and got elbowed atop the head. The serum was flowing for Ashley to her limbs and making her want to fight. Her jugs were already hanging out so she growled and snapped the straps of the blue bikini. Em backed off, fanning herself. Ashley furrowed her brows, looking at Emily, but found appeal in Em's blushing face, curves, and forwardness.
As the topless Russian woman, Ashley, stepped into the cage to face Dajana, Cora said, “Your popularity polls are garbage, Megan. Does the company even give you real data before you filter it to give to us? Why do you care about the feedback and all that crap?! Chicks with huge tits will be popular, but sexual freaks like you, me, and Sara, will gets tons of views and praise too!!”
“Don't act like you know me,” Megan said. “I'll make Emily rip up Ashley's ticket with mind control and kick her out of the estate! But she's scheduled to fight next and sure to lose too! If only you cared, Curse-witch, I'd make you rip their tickets, but I'll think I'll get to enjoy that.”
Cora rolled her eyes. She did care about all the women on the estate. Cora was a very free and sexual being like a hippie, and this serum could really mess with women. Cora had read Emily's diary and journal. She didn't want to lead Emily on. Emily thought of her compulsions for sex as side effects, and was going with the flow. Cora was bi and always had been. She didn't want to get too close to Emily or any of the other women, knowing that when EMCASA was over at Megan and the company's whims, the pursuit of stopping mind control would guide Cora more than staying close to friends or temporary lovers. Megan would also use friends and allies against anyone who didn't succumb to her tyranny.
The cage doors shut. The topless bimbo, Ashley, bounced on the balls of her feet. Dajana looked rigid and upright with her chest protruding and her fists clenched. Ashley expected Dajana to start out by boxing. She received a swift kick to the groin. Dajana tackled Ashley. The Russian reached out to grab the cage wiring and keep her balance. Dajana wanted to down Ashley immediately. Maria, who would never admit she was flattered by Cora and also hated her, decided to show off her curse powers, making an explosion on Ashley's hand with a dark cloud of serum air. Dajana tackled Ashley to the ground, plowing her shoulder into Ashley's legs, lifting, and yanking. A knee got Dajana in the neck, but she got the bigger woman's arm caught behind her back with the landing. Dajana mounted Ashley, grabbing her hair, and slugging her in the face. Dajana was fast to draw blood. Ashley was quick to lean up and block her face. Dajana sat back as Ashley squirmed. She left red marks up Ashley's thigh to her crotch. Dajana pulled Ashley's blue bikini bottoms crooked, scraping and slicing Ashley's private area. She punched Ashley in the stomach, and got knocked off Ash's body when the topless broad walloped her in the side of the head. Both babes got to their feet to continue the brawl.
Cora blocked the next invisible curse of serum air sent at Ashley close to the cage. The sound made Ashley turn her head. Dajana kicked hard across Ash's belly, buckling her. The lingerie model rattled her opponent's jaw with an uppercut punch. Dajana stomped Ashley's leg. The dark haired dame tried to grab Dajana. Ashley had power in close quarters. Dajana needed to avoid that. Ash's finger pulled the dark blue bra forward and slipped out, teasing Dajana's perky tan orbs. Because Ashley's big knockers had flopped up by her face after being hit, Dajana misjudged how to kick Ashley in the neck. She kicked high just as Ash's jugs swung back down. The tits took the brunt of the blow that ended at Ash's jaw subdued. Emily fended off the women wanting to interfere by the cage and managed to give the Russian gal's booty an encouraging pat as Ash crashed into the metal link wiring. Ashley's bikini bottoms were so crooked, Emily stopped watching Fund and Abby attacking her, and got smashed into the cage. Em's nips were super hard, but maybe some of that was Cora's curse still tingling.
Ashley blocked a punch aimed at her face with her forearms. Her bouncing breasts shielded a blow aimed at her stomach. Ashley landed a left hook to Dajana's mandible. Ashley wasn't a hulking or muscular chick, but she was tall and busty. When she ran at Dajana like a freight train the impact would've sounded more brutal if not for the fleshy chest pillows initiating a lot of the contact. Dajana's bra was fraying. She glossed her hand over her front as she quickly got her ass off the tiled floor. A kick smashed into Dajana's ribs. She yelped and aimed a punch at Ash's pussy that missed. Dajana cursed, getting to her feet. She spun with a roundhouse kick. Ash let the attack mar her big breasts, walking into it. Ash jabbed a fist in Dajana's face, knocking the blonde's head backwards with a spritz of scarlet. Dajana's backside pressed against the cage. Ashley kneed Dajana in the kidney and put a round of punches into Dajana's toned midsection. The blonde yelped and used her supple and sturdy orbs as blockers because of her reflexes and stomach pain.
The babe in blue bra and panties, Dajana, was soaked in perspiration like Ash now. Dajana's lingerie material was thin and frayed. The waistband of the underwear bottoms had slipped down and been destroyed to show her navel. Dajana elbowed Ash hard across the mouth, showing the gore and intensity of death battles on serum. Ash got her hand fully in the cup of Dajana's bra, clawing her mound, and stripping her topless. As Dajana was drawn in, she hardened her chest to crater Ash's orbs and do nipple and teat damage to the jiggly Russian. Dajana kneed Ashley in the pussy, tangled their legs, and tried to pull hair to get Ashley off or down. Ashley stood her ground, titfighting Dajana. Dajana's feet slid on the tile. Her tight booty cheeks clenched. Ash lunged her chest forward. She body slammed Dajana. The soft part of the blonde's skull hit black and white tile. Her taught body bounced. Ash's curves enveloped Dajana's model figure.
There easily could've been several unblocked headshots on the Romanian with dirty blonde hair darkening during the fight. Instead, Ash bonked foreheads with her, and incidentally got their mouths caught together. Ash bit Dajana's lip, tearing luscious pink flesh, and then bashed the crest of her head into Dajana's pretty facial features. The blonde moaned, getting bounced like a rag doll on the ground. It wasn't that Dajana wasn't tough, it was just that Ashley was that powerful and determined. Dajana's ankle had snapped during the fall – a freak accident that surprised her and she didn't have the discipline or experience to force the healing energy away from that injury to help her get back in the fight. Ashley put a twist and jerk in Dajana's long leg, reaching back, and took a few last shots to the head and chest. Ashley ground, pounded, and marred Dajana's face with brutal downward punches and elbows that rendered Dajana's blocking hands slow and useless after the first dozen strikes of fury. Blood gushed and spurted as Dajana's face was beaten in. Dajana managed to sit up for a moment, but couldn't keep her arms around Ashley to stop the onslaught. Their tits really shook when they separated and Dajana was concussed and unconscious after her dome plopped on the floor again on the way down.
The androids were hesitant to shoot Ashley with the winner's serum dart. They looked to Megan for guidance, reading her body language and tapping into her mind a little. Megan frowned, shaking her head. She looked pleased as Dajana's body gave a spasm, and the blonde's legs jumped. Dajana reached past Ash's boob, bumping into the dangling melon to get her hand up to claw Ashley's face. Ash rubbed her crotch and pelvis on Dajana's abs while sitting atop her. The healing hadn't kept up to keep Dajana's face pretty. Ash scrunched her nose and put the final attack into Dajana's neck. The blonde's hand went limp. Her nails stuck in Ash's cheek for a moment, and then her arm swung limp to the tile. Dajana's chest was still firm. After receiving so much breast punishment, Ashley pounded on Dajana's exposed mounds. She hugged the paralyzed loser and got to her feet, clutching the lady in lingerie close. Dajana's back and spine popped from the squeeze. Ashley tossed Dajana down onto her front. There was no resistance. It was brutal. Ashley's hand got caught in Dajana's panties for the throw. The blonde was naked, defeated, and out of commission. F1 shot Ashley with the winner's serum dart. The bikini model was on serum overload with tunnel vision on Dajana's tight ass and wet pussy.
Em and Cora had hoped Ash would notice them and invite them in for post match humiliation fucking, but Ashley was too violent and aroused with the extra serum not going to many injuries on her person. Em and Cora kept their mouths shut, even though they knew being allowed in the cage would piss off Megan and the Fatal Five and be funny. It could also cause problems. Em was happy Ashley had won, and hoping to hit the showers with her soon anyway. Ashley did see her fans and allies looking on, but she barely gave them more than a nod. Ashley got a dildo and strap-on from F1. She wasn't going to be able to put the strap-on around her waist. The male android shut the door, sensing she might go attack others and didn't want any assistance. Ashley lounged against the cage pleasuring herself for a quick moment. She left the double-sided dildo in her pussy, and the stomped over to Dajana. Ash hadn't needed to strip herself since her bikini bottoms were so loose and crooked. She kicked Dajana in the crotch to get a reaction.
The winner sat down and lifted Dajana's legs over her lap. Ash swatted Dajana's ripe and pert ass and inserted the other end of the dildo into Dajana's glory hole. Ashley humped and fucked the blonde, accidentally banging the victim's face on the tile more so that it had more trouble healing and not looking gruesome. Ashley spanked Dajana, leaving welts on her rear. Ash wanted to see more damage and wasn't getting good intercourse energy from Dajana. The blonde moaned and cried. Ashley shoved her fist between Dajana's booty cheeks and got rough. Ashley nearly broke the dildo and swung it around like a weapon, slapping the nude blonde's flesh. Ashley sat Dajana up by the cage. She kicked and punched the dazed damsel mostly in the body. Dajana's head and face was already beyond repair, slumped, and puddling blood, drool, and sweat in her cleavage. Fluids splashed as Ash kicked and assaulted Dajana's boobs. Ashley humped Dajana, making the blonde's nose rub her clit. Ashley struck Dajana's head demanding, “DO a LITTLE BETTER to LIVE Longer!! We both COULD Enjoy This! It's MEH now!!” Dajana whimpered, sobbed, and tried to use some tongue, but she was so out of it. Ashley tried to kiss Dajana and finger herself. The sensations were maddening, but controllable, and not peak pleasure. Ashley bit a chunk out of Dajana's lips and gave up on trying for good sex. Ashley wrapped her giant jugs around Dajana's neck, smothering the blonde. Dajana's entire head was mostly lost in the giant tits. Ashley turned her body.
SNAP! CRACK!
Dajana's neck was broken 90 degrees in the tits of the woman she'd chosen to fight. Ashley roared and said, “You're NOT HANGING me NOW! I'm HANGING in there!! WOOO!!” RoboMic echoed her woo. He loved big titties more than almost anything. Emily got some calming drugs from female android F9, and opened the cage, wanting to escort Ashley to the showers. No one stopped them from going up the stairs together. Em was close, but not being affectionate, seeing Ash's chest rise and fall and her practically frothing at the mouth for more action. Ashley's socks were covered in blood and some of Dajana's ejaculate and pee. Delia wasn't surprised or disturbed to see Ashley had won. She stayed with her bot Robert close to Em and Ashley who had some fun together before Em even gave Ashley any calming drugs.
Back downstairs, other androids bagged Dajana's body. There had been four fights this night and two eliminations. Three women had lost for a second time this round and would not be tournament eligible. Megan was in a sour mood and wasn't as nice as normal to F2 who helped F6 carry her in her throne up the marble stairs. The betrayals and surprises added some needed nuance to the series. The Fatal Five and serum air users were still heavy favorites, but the resistance against them was looking brighter.
