European Model Cage-fight and Sexfight Association Preliminaries Round Two Fight 13:
Sara C 1-0 vs Sara Calixto (Cora) 1-0
As scheduled by Megan in hopes to take the tough Romanian sexfighter down a peg; it was time for the battle of Sara C's. Megan had announced or uploaded the fight onto the App a few hours before it was supposed to take place in the tiled basement. The weights and workout equipment at the estate were sparse, but Sara had been trying to get in a little workout, expecting a fight soon, when she had received this fight update notification. She and Alexis both wore white crop tops and yoga pants. Alexis was really trying to keep Sara's attention in all see through white clothes and black thong panties and micro-bikini top. Alexis was a little taller than Sara, but constantly hunching and hugging onto the Romanian. The entire Spanish Foxy Corp estate seemed tense on camera after this fight reveal except for Cora and Sara. Both of them were genuinely excited for the fight and knowing that they had 1 loss to spare. Ozana ran to find Sara to talk strategy like Cora's curse powers were unbeatable.
“I don't think you've got enough serum air to do this,” Ozana said, putting her foot on the weight Sara was about to grab. She didn't mean to interrupt a workout or be rude. She just wanted to rest her foot on something while she thought and spoke. “If yo could win, that'd be huge and give us all who are learning this stuff now a big boost! Don't let her touch you and mark your skin with x's! … But she can curse without touch too, but it's not as good or powerful?! Fucking Mandy keeps trying to call and text and said she knows all about serum air and can do it now already just after going back with UFSO, Bert, and Chul. I asked her about curses, and she knew nothing! I just hung up. She's a dumb blonde bimbo and no help as usual.”
Alexis didn't like Ozana being around. Alexis really preferred one on one time with people, and especially with Sara, since Sara kept traveling while doing the Shadow Enterprises Tournament and EMCASA simultaneously. Alexis's blonde hair was dyed a dark reddish shade. She wanted to look like and be like Sara and be Sara's main lover forever. Alexis felt her eyes weren't near as pretty, confident, or fierce as Sara's, and although their bodies looked similar, Sara had more muscle tone hiding and a better ass and belly. Alexis had rolled down the blue waistband of Sara's yoga pants to show cleavag lines and purple panties straps. She didn't want Ozana or anyone else ogling Sara's fit and sexy stomach so she pushed the waistband back up to almost cover Sara's navel. Even a light workout was making Sara's arm muscles dwarf Alexis's. Sara's dark hair was up in a ponytail and she looked like a chick fighter. Alexis felt like she couldn't keep from looking cute and like a cherub. People wouldn't take her seriously in death matches or sexfighting like this, but she didn't want a complete healing makeover because Sara liked her the way she was. As Alexis clung to Sara's shoulder, she accidentally pulled down on the white top, showing more of Sara's tight purple sports bra strap. All of Sara's clothes were very form fitting and making Alexis horny.
“I saw the notification on the App about my fight,” Sara said. “I'd love to hear from Antonia, but she's really being watched, and I don't need to hear from her. I'll either be able to keep up with Cora or not. I saw some texts from Mandy, but I didn't really say much in response.”
“It doesn't make sense to me that Cora would get an invite here if Megan knew she was that strong and a threat,” Ozana said. “I feel like that snotty witch Maria curses too. They might be working together! I don't trust Cora like you do, Sara. She scheduled this fight, I bet.”
“I don't think so,” Sara said. “We just end up hanging out together sometimes. I doubt anyone knew Cora was this good. Do you remember how surprised everyone with Cora's first curses and how she killed Emily in their fight? I'll go ask her now. I bet she's on the beach with Emily.”
“Yeah,” Ozana said, touching her chin pensively. “They're on the beach sparring, and pretty hard.” Ozana adjusted her yellow and blue bikini.
“Don't do that!” Alexis said, clutching Sara's arm. “It could be a trap! I don't like Cora or Emily that much either. … I mean, they're nice enough, but I don't trust them.” In truth, Alexis had heard that Cora was a bewitching lesbian; proof of which was Emily being under Cora's spell. Alexis didn't want Cora to have a harem of chicks including Sara following and admiring her for her gross and overpowered curse powers. Cora wasn't so hot. She had that stupid heart tattoo under her boobs, which she never covered, being a nudist, and that dumb owl tattoo on her belly, a Native American face inked on her arm whatever that was, etc. Alexis held her breath. Her cheeks puffed out. She couldn't stop Sara. Sara was the dominant one in their relationship and had kicked Alexis's ass pretty magnificently in Shadow Tower once. The sex after that had turned Alexis into a Sara fan and believer.
Sara and Ozana (who trained and more under Antonia) and Alexis made the long walk from the gym area to the beach. Alexis wanted to be closer to Sara, but the power walk had them only holding hands now. Emily and Cora were sparring hard. Emily's blue micro-bikini showed signs of explosions, charring, and curses. She was practically nude. Cora was actually wearing a yellow bikini. Her jet black hair left her bangs in her face, but was parted into two thin and tight braids in the back that bounced on her breasts like pull strings and grips for rough sex. Emily got bucked by Cora's shoulder with a ram and then kicked in the head. She fell into the sand, breathed in Cora's curse air, and speared Cora in the navel with her head. Cora held her ground, fingering Emily and spanking her ass. Emily's head rising loosened Cora's bikini top that looked lazily strewn and tied over her mounds. Emily's fist was surrounded in black chi as she socked Cora in the mouth, drawing blood. Two explosions sounded like Emily had stepped on landmines. She yelped and hopped, allowing Cora to grab her in a hug and body slam her into the sand.
“This is what they call sparring?” Alexis asked, shaking her head. Ozana nodded.
“You know you're fighting Sara in a few hours like you requested,” Ozana shouted.
Cora stopped mounting, fondling, and kissing Emily. Em had knocked Cora's top off and used it to wipe her bloody mush. Emily tried to contort her legs to look at her feet. Sand fell off and she saw x scorch marks. Em said, “When did you get those on my feet?!”
“I didn't request a fight with Sara,” Cora said. “I stopped trying to request fighting Fatal Five or Megan because they all get turned down. I could've requested Sara or maybe Viki, but that's about it, and I didn't. Sara and I can fight wherever we want and whenever we want. I'm really looking forward to it. Fucking Sara has long been a fantasy of mine.”
“Newer fantasy for me,” Em said, nodding. “The MFL started really being accessible to anyone when she arrived and upped the sexfighting. You're looking tough Sara, but I'm learning serum air too, and I hope we can meet in the tournament!”
“Like you'll make it,” Ozana said. “No offense, but Megan and the Fatal Five are out to get us. Someone like Inna is going to get in just because Megan likes her. Inna's not bad either...” Ozana wanted to ask Cora about her allegiances, but closed her mouth.
“How did you learn to curse people?” Sara asked, “and we will fight in the basement right?”
“It doesn't matter where we fight,” Cora said, slapping Em's boobs before getting off her. Cora walked right up to Sara. Alexis tried to pull Sara back, but whiffed. The topless tattooed Colombian camgirl, Cora, stared into Sara's eyes, winked, and then motioned to the cage in the sand in the distance. “All that matters is a death and loss in the cage with both women on serum. We could fight in there to be closer to one another. I'd like that. We could also probably get RoboMic and Robert to put that moveable cage anywhere. They are used to seeing me naked, but have Em flaunt her tits and they'll do what we ask.”
“She sounds bad, using people,” Ozana whispered in Sara's ear. Sara shook off Ozana and Alexis who were being a little weird and overprotective.
Emily shook her head, dusting herself off as she got off. Em adjusted her bikini to try and cover up and said, “It helps that we're nice to all the androids and people here. We are all gorgeous models, so it makes sense that you'd get responses from people who you are genuinely nice to.”
There was an awkward silence. Cora tossed her braids over her shoulder. She was close enough to Sara to kiss and touched her own black felt choker necklace. She said, “No one seems to be genuine. Megan's paranoia is wearing off. I'm openly against her, but we all know the system is rigged. Antonia and others are secretly against her. I'm sure there are women secretly with Megan. I can see it on your faces that you doubt me, and I don't need mind control or mind reading for that. I'm not one of them. As my social media records show, I've struggled with mental illness and suicidal thoughts, but post about healthy lifestyles and suicide prevention to help young girls and women.
“In trying to get healthy and learn different sorts of religion and spirituality, I went into the Colombian mountains back home and spent a month with a Shaman. There was a liquid he said could be very healthy or very dangerous and could be smoked too. He showed me how it healed a knife injury of his, and then warned me to stay away from him because of the curse. I subjected myself to his serum air and explosions with neither of us knowing what they were. When I found out about sexfighting and serum, I thought it would be awesome to fight to the max and be able to heal to get stronger, healthier, and more stable. I saw a lot of you and Megan in Europe when I fought and beat Daniela and in a few other matches. That's how Megan knew of me and I got an invite. I didn't really develop my curses until much later and going back to my Shaman friend.”
“Yeah,” Emily said. “Most of my modeling has been click bait and sexiness only, where Cora does real positive shit for people. I didn't just fall for her because she's a witch like everyone is saying. The sex is great, but watching all her videos and stuff...” Emily and Cora blushed.
“I told you not to watch too much of that stuff,” Cora said. She moved towards Em and jerked her head with her teeth clenched like she had an invisible wire in her mouth. It tugged Emily's throat. Black charged air at Em's fingertips burst near her throat to stop her from being strangled. Sara looked to Ozana and Alexis, wondering if they'd seen all that too.
“So how come Maria curses too?” Ozana asked. “Did you train her?! It makes sense to want to align with the strongest women here, but you also have to fight the strongest to be the strongest!”
“I don't know what's up with Maria,” Cora said. “She's a witch or a bitch. She's not friendly at all. I'm not sure if what she does is on par with me or not. I bet Megan makes the two of us fight in the tournament, and maybe even the first round.”
“Cora's afraid that Megan and Foxy Corp using these mind control collars will lead to more mental health issues and suicides,” Em said. Cora socked Em in the boob. Em continued, “She also wants to experiment on herself with mind control to see if she can put positive thoughts in her head with no negative repercussions. Just think if you could cure depression by a mind control collar giving you positive thoughts to change the chemical makeup in your brain to be more positive.”
“Well Emily wants to help all people live healthier too by making serum mainstream and trying them all because she got so scared during the pandemic!” Cora blabbed.
“I told you not to tell people that!” Em said, trying to grab Cora in a headlock. Cora accidentally flipped Em head over heels. The bikini model landed hard in the sand on her ass. Em winced and said, “It makes me sound dumb...” Ozana raised an eyebrow; still skeptical.
The topless and tattooed fighter tugged on her own braids. She strutted seductively up to Sara and put her curse fingers on Sara's hips. Cora sneaked the touch lower towards the panties and then reached up to grab Sara's white crop top, caressing Sara's tummy. “Why wait longer?” Cora whispered. “I'm so excited! I put on a bikini just so you could tear it off me, but Emily already got my top off.” Cora pulled off Sara's t-shirt and Sara went along with it, still watching Cora with the sort of look that intimidated most other women. Cora give Sara a quick kiss on the lips. It got interrupted by Alexis in a swing of jealousy. Alexis punched Cora in the face and then kicked the Colombian in the flank.
“Just fight when it's time to fight!” Alexis said.
“It'll piss Megan off to fight now,” Cora said. “We can start in the sand and that cage there. Em, go get an android or two to inject Sara and I with serum to make this official now.” Em nodded and ran off. Alexis went to grab Emily, but missed, keeping an eye on Sara and Cora. Cora really was into Sara. She didn't stare at Em running off like usual. Cora added, “Em is really doing a nice job of negating my curses with serum air. I expect you to do better, Sara. I'll let you in on a little secret. My curse powers are best when I'm horny.” Sara felt little explosions go off in her waistband. She hadn't seen Cora curse her there, but it had been hidden.
“You should get an automatic tournament bid and no one should have to fight you,” Alexis said, grabbing Cora's hair and kicking her in the back. “Help me subdue this, witch, Ozana!” The black haired Romanian nodded and punched Cora in the cheek. Alexis pulled on Cora's braids, kicking her in the spine. Ozana punched Cora in the belly and the chest, trying to do internal damage as usual.
“STOP IT!” Sara shouted. “This is my fight and I want it!” Sara kicked off her shoes and began to take off her blue workout pants. She could feel Cora's serum air growing in power. Cora was getting hit, but wasn't taking all that much damage, and Sara could see light traces of thin dark lines in the sunlight like Cora was weaving a spider web trap. All of the sudden, the darkness expanded like a black hole, and Alexis and Ozana got knocked to the sand in a mini explosion.
“My curse threads are easier to see in the sunlight, but the fact you see them at all is impressive,” Cora said, grabbing Sara's wrist. She slung Sara into the door of the cage in the sand. Cora hopped into the cage, tugged at the yellow strap of her bikini bottoms, and smacked her own ass to taunt Sara. Sara got in and shut the door of the cage before any of her friends could follow. Cora was still bent over slapping and stroking her ass cheeks. She said, “I bet it takes you five kicks to knock these bottoms off me on no serum.”
“One,” Sara said, punting Cora in the cooter. Cora yelped, whipped around, and kicked Sara right between the legs. It was odd fighting with zero serum recently injected in her veins, but Sara's sweat and body seemed to still have the stuff to tap into. Cora's yellow bottoms had wedged tight into her pussy, or likely would've fallen off. Sara was determined to break the cloth now. Cora opened her legs and tickled her own nipples with the hairs at the ends of her braids. Sara booted Cora in the crotch. Cora blinked and scrunched her nose. She returned fire, and maybe Sara should've blocked, but she didn't. Cora had a lot of power. Sara winced and took it as a challenge with Cora spreading her legs. Cora reached down to pick her wedgie and moved her hands right when Sara's kick came in. The frayed yellow bikini bottoms cloth tore and more importantly, the loosely tied strap at the side came undone. Cora groaned and reached for the straps. Sara kicked Cora's hand away and then landed one final cuntbust into her rival's bare pussy. “Call it four,” Sara said.
The nude babe clenched her thighs tight together with her hands down and in between her legs. This pushed her tits together and her nipples were hard. Sara had a sixth sense or something, feeling curse threads around her. Instead of attacking Cora again, she let naked Colombian crash into her. Sara waved her arms in the air, feeling like she was brushing away invisible spider webs, only they were tough. Sara had to really attack them. While she did that, Cora drooled in Sara's cleavage and stroked her clit past her purple panties. Cora said, “I knew you'd get my bottoms off faster than five tries.” She tore off Sara's panties in one quick movement, and then made quick swipes at Sara's chest, tickling sideboobs and ribs. Sara headbutted Cora in the mouth, drawing blood. That certainly hurt more and didn't have any instant recovery like doing it on serum. Sara slammed her forearm into Cora's abs, wrapping her arms around her rival. She tackled Cora into the sand.
As Sara sat up and tried to mount Cora or transition into submission, explosions went off. Sara's purple bra had been cursed and destroyed, leaving mammary flesh scorched and bright pink. Cora sat up and licked Sara's underboobs to cool them off. Sara elbowed Cora atop the head and punched Cora's eye. With her foe's head turning, Sara grabbed one of Cora's braids. Cora snapped a finger, and Sara's eyes went there, ignoring the sparking hand and focusing on the in-and-out image of a thin line. Sara felt Cora's grasp at her throat. Cora's tongue was out, but she jerked her arm crazily, and Sara was lassoed by the neck with serum air. Sara knew it wasn't all that strong, but it was irritating and she let go of Cora's hair, using her hands again to neutralize Cora's powers. If Emily was doing this and getting good at it, Sara could too. Sara had to stand up to avoid getting kneed in the face as Cora got up. Sara put up her hands to block. Cora winked. Sara kicked Cora in the haunch.
Emily, RoboMic, Robert, Delia, Antonia, and a few others made their way out and to the cage. Ashley leaned back inside and shouted, “FIGHT!” Emily directed Robert to aim a serum dart from his sleeve at Sara and he did. The dart hit Sara between the shoulder blades and she shivered. Cora stood back and put her arms behind her head.
Cora said, “I'll wait a bit for that to get going in your system. I was at an unfair advantage earlier, but you're as naughty as I am pulling my hair. You need to be spanked! I love to win, but if you pin and spank me, my curse power might go through the roof!” Alexis grunted and punched her hand at the cage door. The wiring on the door was closely woven and there was a push lock easily accessible with force from the inside of the cage. Alexis was literally rattling the cage and hurting herself trying to get in, and Ozana had given up on trying to hold Alexis back or talk sense into her.
“Ok, RoboMic, can you get Cora already?” Em asked.
“Like with my dick?” RoboMic asked. “They're already naked in the cage!! WOOEEE!!” RoboMic looked around nervously, not wanting Megan or other droids to know how much he was into this fight.
“Serum dart!” Em said, rolling her eyes, and guiding RoboMic's fat arm. His shades fell down to his nose as he stared at Em's boobs. He shot a dart from his mechanical wrist like Spiderman and it missed. Emily said, “How did you miss?! Don't you have an automatic aim function?! What are you thinking?”
Alexis yelped. She'd been hit with the serum dart by accident. RoboMic said, “Oh yeah! I just have to switch it on. Good thing I've got a few of those darts in me right now. I bet there'd be more if we could unlock my crotch compartment. I was thinking about asking you for your top, but then how I could get it and keep it without Megan knowing... I mean not that I want it... The cameras are everywhere...”
“O HELL NO!!” Megan shouted, running outside with a white towel in her hair and nothing else on. F6 followed with her black fleece bathrobe and a hoard of other women began to gather round. “The fight is in the basement in two hours!” Megan screamed.
“Told ya,” Cora said, grabbing Sara's wrist. “Hilarious.” A serum dart hit Cora in the shoulder. She looked surprised like she wasn't expecting to be shot. She accidentally jerked Sara hard, which ended up being for the best as Alexis broke her hand through the wiring on the cage door, splitting her knuckle open. She slung her arm around with good flexibility, and punched the door open with a roar.
“Hey, this can't be helped,” Antonia said, helping Delia and Robert restrict Alexis. Sara watched as serum air and mind control were used on her redhead lover. Delia overpowered Alexis with crystal azure serum chi and wrestled her to the ground. Antonia stared into Alexis's eyes and say, “Your jealousy isn't flattering. It will push Sara away if you behave like this. She wants to win and invite you in. Just relax.” Antonia repeated that several times, and Alexis finally stopped struggling against Delia and Robert. It was hard to explain, but Sara was sure this was mind control. She could see Antonia and Alexis's eyes blinking rapidly, and they looked glossy like serum air was involved. There was a sort of visible connection or link between the two of them, and Delia seemed to have her powers swarming around Alexis's head and into her ears as well. Robert massaged Alexis's temples and touched certain parts of her body; behind the ears, collar, scalp, etc to instill calm or likely help the mind control. Sara faced away from Cora, watching this and Alexis. The bewitching bisexual broad plopped her chin over Sara's shoulder and latched onto her like a leech. Cora massaged Sara's tits, tickling circles around the areolae. She humped Sara's ass and sneaked her thigh and knee between Sara's legs to get her patella near Sara's warm pussy.
“You're Not helping, Cora!” Sara said, grasping hands with her, and lifting up. She felt Cora smashing her boobs into Sara's back in an odd way, and added, “Hey! Are you cursing me!”
“Don't turn your back on me unless you want to be cursed, goosed, or fucked in the ass,” Cora whispered into Sara's ear. Her teeth grazed Sara's earlobe with a playful nip that was more erotic and sensual than painful. “Let's get out of here,” Cora said in an excited and throaty voice. She slung Sara's arms down. Sara's fists pounded atop Cora's chest. Cora stuck out her tongue at everyone watching. Sara could feel threads of curses in the air or she was being hyper sensitive. There was energy everywhere and it was sensory overload as she tried to focus on it and see it. The polar opposites of light and dark got very extreme with blinding radiance from the web Cora had woven in the cage. Sara closed her eyes, and didn't have to be looking to know that everything went pitch black near her. Several women yelped or screamed. Others swore. Cora dragged Sara by the hand towards the other cage door quickly. They didn't make much sound in the sand. Sara opened her eyes, and they got accustomed to the darkness quickly.
There were three big dark splotches like enormous fog clouds or something you'd see in a horror movie. Sara could sort of make out Cora's shapes, smell, and touch, but her vision was nearly nothing until they moved out of the blackness behind the other women wiping their eyes and trying to see into the cage. Over by the ocean, the cloud there exploded like dark fireworks. A dark cloud continued to cover Alexis and the women near the other door of the cage. Megan shouted, “What the?! Are they trying to escape?!” F1, the oldest android, seemed to be the only one who saw Sara and Cora fleeing back into the mansion behind everyone distracted by the diversion. Cora put a finger to her lips to shush him. Sara took one last look over her shoulder. Had Maria noticed them too at the last second?
“Now we're inside,” Sara said, shoving Cora into the wall. “What now?! You used a lot of power to do that, didn't you?!”
Cora shrugged and laughed. She said, “F1 and the other droids will eventually tell them where we go. I know they were already getting sex toys ready for the basement cage. Let's go there and finish our fight. I have plenty of power left. I'm not throwing you the fight, trust me. I wouldn't mind being your pet for a moment, but I've got to teach you where you belong and how to handle a woman like me.”
“Antonia is my teacher,” Sara said, following Cora down the hallways to the marble staircase leading to the basement cage.
“Yeah, and I think everything she's done to you and your Romanian friends has been to help you get stronger,” Cora said. “I'll follow suit. There's always someone better than you. I think you know that, but it's their inside info and secrets that often trouble and confuse and give that sense of hopelessness. You don't need that. Come and compete with me, and I'll give you several squirting orgasms of hope after I defeat you in a hotly contested match!”
“You're talking awfully big, Cora,” Sara said, easily matching Cora's speed on the steps down to the cage. Despite the slick tiled floors, the sand on their feet or the serum had their grip good and their overall pace maddeningly quick. There were dildos and strap-ons just dropped outside the cage. Cora scratched her back like she was cluing Sara in to something. Sara could feel a sticky substance congealing on her back. Then the explosions went off, blowing her against the cage.
“Watch this carefully,” Cora said. She was using her powers to make it look like a strap-on was gliding over to her by itself. Sara figured it was curse threads. She couldn't see them, but she sort of felt them, needing to be heavy to lift an object, but flimsy like they'd fall apart if touched. Cora grinned as the strap went into her hand like she had magnetic attraction. Cora was able to put on the strap-on without looking overpowered or too enraged to do it. She looked like a normal person latching a belt. Sara charged before Cora was done. The tip of the rod entered Sara's private area, but it was worth it to barrel into Cora with so much force. The impact had at least bruised Cora's ribs. Cora's head hit the steel frame of the door before she fell down with Sara on top of her. Cora had used serum air to cushion the blow, but still had a small cut. Cora wiggled her hips trying to please Sara, giving the Romanian ample opportunity to attack. She didn't waste this chance, trapping a braid to the ground to keep Cora's head steady to punch. Cora swept Sara's arms. She pushed her pelvis up, more into the sex than defending herself. Sara elbowed and punched Cora's face bloody. Both women moaned, cooed, and groaned. Cora grabbed Sara's head while fucking her to stop the beatdown.
It seemed odd to Sara that Cora wasn't shielding her face or softening the blows. Sara had done some serious damage. Cora gasped with a blood bubble at her busted lips. She had a black eye/shiner that wasn't healing like she wanted to wear that as a badge of honor. Her nose oozed blood and her pretty face was more swollen than normal for receiving that kind of damage. Cora had said her curse powers would be stronger if she was horny and Sara knew the strap-on was bumping Cora's clit and teasing her too. Sara felt a deep heaviness to Cora's curses. Sara realized there was no point in looking at her own body to see if x's were on her. Cora could curse without or without those. They were likely for show and a distraction for something else. Cora leaned up for a kiss, and Sara let it happen, but only because her hands were stuck on Cora's tits. She felt a bit of grit and grease atop the perky orbs. Cora's breasts were really getting squashed like Sara weighed a ton. Then Sara wondered if Cora's curse powers were in Cora's body pulling Sara's grasp down like extreme gravity. Sara squeezed and raked her nails into Cora's breasts. Cora squealed and grazed her teeth against Sara's lower lip, tugging her earlobes and yanking Sara's hair too for the makeout session.
Since she wasn't going to be able to move her hands for a while other than groping, Sara rolled onto her side. Their naked bodies banged onto the tile. It was hard not to get lost in lust and pay attention to every little detail to try and learn something. Sara closed her eyes for one moment and felt Cora breathe in very toxic and charged serum air. The reaction was fast and painful. Sara sailed off Cora's body, unable to completely hold off on an orgasm. Cora was dripping wet too. Sara's mouth hurt worse than being punched. The damage was inside her throat too and on her gums and tongue, penetrating to deeper nerves than Sara knew were possible. She glanced up at the cage and saw a razor wire crystal lattice structure for a glimmering second. This was what Cora had used to kill Emily's body after beheading her. Sara began to see threads attached to Cora's body; her shoulder, the cut on the back of her head had tons, her fingers, elbows, and toes etc. Sara got up and tried to stomp Cora's foot. She pushed serum air out of her own pores to try and stop Cora's laid trap.
The naked tattooed chick clenched her fists, keeping an intrigued gaze upon Sara. Cora said, “Oh wow! You see them. I was going to curse you first and see if you could expel that with your chi, but you might be more advanced already. …”
Sara didn't want to hear how good she was when she felt like this was out of control. She punched Cora's blocking hand away. Cora seemed very weak. She had used a ton of powers. Sara kicked Cora in the belly, buckling her. Sara ripped the shaft off the strap-on and plunged it into Cora's pussy. She slammed her arm across Cora's neck, and kneed Cora in the navel. The camgirl bumped into the cage. Sara wanted to be close to the cage. Cora punched Sara in the gut and then tried to finger her. Sara grabbed Cora's arm and twisted it. Cora yelped. Sara kicked Cora in the spine. Cora thrashed to get her hand free, striking Sara across the lips. Sara forced out as much serum air as she could, trying to aim it for the inside of the cage. It was somewhat working, hitting Cora and pushing her against the grating. Cora's head turned to the side. One of Cora's fat boobs was turned out to the side and the teat on that bosom looked torn. Cora stuck out her rump like she wanted to be spanked. Sara curled her fingers around Cora's braids like she was taking the reins of a horse. “As much as I wanna learn this on my own,” Sara said, shaking Cora by the hair, “your scheming is frustrating! I'll just kick your ass and fuck you into submission!”
“I could play with you for hours,” Cora said, grinning. Sara kicked Cora between the legs, hitting the dildo still in Cora's coochie. Cora's ass cheeks shook and then clenched. Sara snaked her leg around to stomp the dildo deeper. Then she released one rein and socked Cora in the back of the neck. Cora softened that for sure with serum air. Sara could feel the difference. She swatted Cora's ass as the kinky chick backed it up. Sara got close to Cora to get her hand on the dildo and twist it. Cora hummed, panted, and bit her own lip. She added, “I don't want them to see how good you got. … Unh! Now... how do you stop a serum air thread you can't see or that hasn't fully formed?”
Sara had trouble concentrating with Cora rubbing her vulva, stroking, and touching in all the right places. Sara said, “I'll just KNOCK you OUT!!” She spun Cora around and launched a left hook into Cora's jaw. It was a direct hit. Cora's eyes crossed. Sara karate chopped Cora in the neck as her opponent jabbed her in the chin. Sara winced and kicked high, using serum air to her best ability to power her attack and maybe neutralize some of Cora's tricks. Sara's foot hit the gash at Cora's Cerebellum. The braided beauty was dazed, but kept her hands up and moving wildly. Sara crouched and uppercut Cora in the navel. Cora yelped and coughed up blood onto her own tits. Sara kicked up into the underboobs, finishing the blow and Cora's mandible. The inked fighter had been knocked into the cage with an arch of crimson spurting from her open mouth. Cora slid on the tile and the dildo got pinched out when all her muscles tightened involuntarily. Sara was glad to see Cora's boob and nipple wrecked worse than how Cora had burnt Sara's breasts lightly earlier.
“You got the right idea,” Cora said, kicking out her legs and using her ab muscles to hop to her feet. Sara was slightly taken aback to see Cora so spunky. Sara finished stepping into the cage, and was immediately pulled back with a thick invisible attack restricting her throat. Perhaps it was a curse thread tied around the cage. Sara put her hands up and felt sparks at her fingertips. She realized she probably didn't need to use her hands and should keep those ready to fight. She breathed in deeply, and could feel her body swell. The air went out of her pores before her mouth, and then the leash around her neck popped, crackled, and dissipated. Cora said, “Nice work! You are a little better than Em! Seeing you two fight would be so hot... I'm afraid I'll have to be a witch and let her down eventually. Our individual dreams and goals will likely take us down down different roads or at least separate us, and I'm afraid she's getting too attached to me. … Now try to destroy what you saw before.”
Sara shook her head and clenched her fists, gasping for breath. Should she trust Cora or not? Sara felt goosebumps all over her skin as she tried to deplete her energy and send it out into Cora and the killing grate. Cora blocked with dark chi that obscured her from view. Sara was impressed with the shiny and colorful cloud she had sent off her body and all the little explosions she heard. Sara ran up to Cora and jumped with a Superman punch. Cora stepped into it, getting her tits kneed, and headbutted Sara in the jaw. Sara fell onto her ass and didn't get her hands up fast enough to block a kick to the face. “Fuck,” Sara swore, falling onto her side and holding her bloody mush.
Cora stood over Sara. She got the dildo to fly over to her hand like she was using the Force or the Dark Side in Star Wars. She bent over and teased Sara's labia with it. Sara reached up and punched Cora. The nudist's neck didn't budge. Cora said, “You used a lot of power. You weakened yourself a lot. You were seemingly kicking my ass earlier. That's how it goes when one focuses on curse, serum air, or mind control. It leaves your body vulnerable. I kind of tricked you. Ya see, a lot of those threads you saw were just air. You shook them up and moved them, but they weren't fully formed, so they couldn't be destroyed. There are also all the threads you didn't see.” Cora pulled down on her choker necklace. She opened her mouth and touched the back of her head where her wound was.
Sara couldn't really see the threads now. She squinted. She had a massive headache. Her mouth really hurt. Cora removed the dildo and hit Sara's neck with the hard area under her thumb fast. Sara's mouth opened. Cora put in the rod. “I don't know that anyone but me will make such elaborate curses and serum air,” Cora said, sitting atop Sara and tribbing. She opened her legs to bump beans, grind, and scissor. Cora sucked the other end of the dildo until her and Sara's lips touched. Sara was getting gagged and felt like Cora was using gravity again to keep Sara's ass and legs on the tile. Sara looked down and saw a lot of darkness. That also could've been because she was about to pass out. Cora tongued and slurped the dildo out of Sara's mouth. Sara gasped and tried to hit Cora in the face. Her hand nicked something sharp and her fingers bled like a stuck pig. The blow to Cora's head was weak to say the least.
“DAMN!” Sara said. “If I only I could've... knocked you out.”
“That could work,” Cora whispered, barely audible as she made random curse explosions fire near the walls and likely cameras, “but you probably would've needed to use your serum air on your attacks. It would help if this was like a video game and we could see our serum energy and health bars. Serum air works differently for each person. Mine works really well when I'm scared or in danger which is common, but also when I'm horny. I like to set traps and curse because it's theatrical and fun.” Sara felt pressure at her throat. She could see curse threads from Cora's neck under the necklace. It looked like two necklaces. Cora was able to hide a lot of her powers. Sara was being strangled – no worse! She was being decapitated. It started to cut into her skin. Cora said, “Soon all that will be left of you is a head and cubed bits.” Cora hugged up against Sara and stroked her down low. They had a sexually intense moment with a kiss. Cora wiped her eyes and said, “I'd rather win without killing, but I've got an evil witch image to keep. I want them to think I'm the strongest while you and Em get better. If you can't see it and don't think about, it will only hurt you if you lose the fight. When the Fatal Five start to get their asses kicked, it's because they're trying to do tricks and mind control. They're not that tough without it. When you're about to lose or doing a finisher, your power bursts exponentially. Use serum air to amplify regular physical attacks first. Don't let your opponent control the match, and even though there is little healing properties in this serum, expect a comeback from anyone who can do serum air. If you had gone hard after me with serum air on physical attacks, I would've abandoned my curses and everything. I wanted to finish you off before they arrive, and I can sense some energies heading this way now. That's the best I can do to help you, but nice job breaking a previous curse leash without your hands. Em knows better but keeps messing that up.” Cora winked. Then Sara felt her head get lopped off. Cora picked the head up. Sara saw her own body get lifted and shoved into the grating. She could feel Cora completely drain all her energy to make all the threads solid. It was weird seeing yourself get killed so brutally and totally. Sara's eyes finally closed and her brain stopped working. Cora had won.
The winner kissed the head on the lips, set it down on the tile, and then walked out of the cage, exhausted, hoping for a bubble bath with Emily. Of course the androids, Megan, and the Fatal Five were first down the steps.
“Oh damn!” Megan said. “Sara stood no chance I guess! We'll have to watch the tapes. I knew her and the Romanians were trash! Antonia can't train a guinea pig! HAHAHA!”
“You look tired, Cora,” Bianca Fund said. “Couldn't make Sara your bitch?!”
“I don't like being forced to fight friends to try and knock them out of the tournament,” Cora said, “and I spent a lot of energy fooling you idiots to escape.” Megan scowled.
“She's weak,” Maria whispered to Megan. “I'm better than her. Don't worry about anybody.” Megan nodded, but was still nervous especially about Cora. Sara had beaten Bianca Fund recently. Megan watched the tapes alone with F6 later. She wasn't able to hear much other than curse explosions at the end, but was able to see most of the action. Megan wasn't a detective. She left the tapes for the other androids and her minions to decipher, and decided to hook up with F6 instead of thinking about Cora, Sara, and all that.
