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European Model Cage-fight and Sexfight Association Tournament 3rd Place Fight! :
2. Emily Elizabeth (4-2) vs 7. Megan Fox (4-1)
“I dunno,” Emily said, modeling off a tiny black micro-bikini with white polka dots in her room to her lover and girlfriend, Cora. “What do you think of this one? It's not Cursewear.” Emily, the slender brunette with big jiggly breasts, posed with her arms behind her head. She wasn't a fan of this bikini even though it looked stunning on her with lots of cleavage and underboob showing. The bottoms were set high on her hips with the lines to her crotch visible. Emily's hair still had lots of blonde dyed strands in it. Her favorite bikini brand had a small x on a cup of the bikini top and since Cora cursed people, putting x marks on their body, Emily had developed an attachment to that brand.
“Everything you wear doesn't have to be Cursewear,” Cora, the tattooed nudist with black hair said. “Or don't wear anything at all, like me! You look so fucking sexy, and those pouty lips have me all hot and horny!”
“My pussy is practically falling out of these bottoms,” Emily said, grabbing her phone. “It's nice to be sent clothes, but I've gotta be honest that Cursewear is my favorite!”
“Oh come on, you big goof!” Cora said, hugging Em from behind and looking at her post. “The high rise bottoms are nice! I like easier access to your sacred yoni! You should too! … Wait! No... You're gonna post that?!” Emily had pictures of herself sort of pouting and frowning in the bikini and a selfie with her and Cora together where Emily was sticking out her tongue. Emily had written almost verbatim the last line she'd just said to Cora. Cora smacked Em's phone out her hand and restricted her. Cora added, “Don't post that! The idea is to advertise and stay popular to get the truth out there about serum and so many of the lies about medicines and surgeries that aren't needed and hurt young girls and all people! Just be complimentary of this swimsuit! Do you even know the name of the brand we've been calling Cursewear?!” Emily looked sheepishly at Cora, blushed, and then shrugged. Cora wrestled Emily to the bed and they began laughing. It was getting steamy and erotic as they stopped to stare into one another's eyes. Em gave Cora a little kiss.
“I feel like I'm forgetting something,” Emily said.
“Your fight!” Cora shouted, pulling them up. “You took so long trying stuff on, getting your posts and pics ready, and distracting me being cute and adorable, that I lost track of time too! You fight Megan for third place in the tournament in a new bedroom with cage bars put on it now!”
“We'll be fashionably late as you usually are,” Em said with a coy grin. Cora pulled Emily by the wrist and they raced out of their bedroom down the estate hallways and up to the second floor. One of the rooms that women who had left had used, was now turned into a place to fights as well. It had a higher ceiling than the ground floor rooms and was such a big suite, that the cage for fighting inside looked almost as big as the main cage in the basement. Emily was still in her white socks and Cora had on black thigh high stockings and a black choker necklace. They skidded and nearly got static shock on the white carpet from rushing to their destination.
The new EMCASA leader and champ, Sara, had her student Alexis with a mind control collar around her neck. Megan Fox's husband, Kelly, was there, shirtless and covered in tattoos. His hair was short and blond even though he changed his hair colors and style more than Megan and most women. He said to Megan, “I told you they'd show babe! Now destroy her and let's dance and bathe in the blood while fucking! Lights off and some candles, maybe the iron maiden, and collar Cora the witch when you win! So hot!” The brunette actress, Megan, bit Kelly's lower lip kissing him and clawed his chest and abs. Megan wore the tightest pink t-shirt possible with no bra. With the help of serum, healings, and Mandy's teachings, Megan had gotten her tits to be some of the biggest in the house. She wanted to make sure her husband's eyes stayed on her, and the rest of Megan was looking incredible too. She had in gold hoop earrings and her shirt was tucked into high sitting green bell bottom pants that fanned out at her hips.
Megan unzipped the horizontal areas on both sides of her pants above the pockets and some tight booty meat, thigh, and her black panties could be seen. She said to Kelly, “Babe, I said they wouldn't show and we'd have to get them because they are not punctual bimbo whores! I mean, look at Emily! … No don't! She's not even attractive all under Cora's spell. She's a dumb blonde and Sara's rating for them as 1 and 2 is so bogus! I'll prove it and take third, move up in the rankings, and... You're so hot and naughty Mr. Machine Gun. We'll get you on some serum to rapid fire and let's both collar ourselves!”
“We have two other collars, but not gonna happen,” Sara said, opening the cage door to the bedroom.
“Yeah, I don't know that I'm second best tied with Antonia,” Emily said, “but I'm eager to defend it and try my hardest! And woah! Your boobs are huge, Megan!” Megan scoffed and rolled her eyes.
“There's more to a woman that the size of her breasts,” Robert said, massaging Emily's back. There was definitely some interest between Robert and Em and many of the women. Robert was the only Foxy Corp cyborg allowed to be free of programming, he looked like a buff male model, took good care of himself, and seemed to have such a tragic and heartwarming back story. Cora didn't like Robert rubbing her girlfriend too much, until Robert used his magic robotic hands to hit every tense nerve and muscle just right in Cora's back and shoulders to make her shudder. Robert had been selected for Delia as a sort of mate and slave, but she'd decided to let him loose a bit. If she wasn't jealous, Cora could suck it up and be cool. When he sat down in a chair, Cora even sat on his lap. It was just a matter of time before Robert would get invited to hook up with Emily and Cora.
Anyone who wanted to sit around the cage was allowed. Some women chose to stand and be right at the bars like the blonde Russian nudist Polina. Kelly was in the back in Megan's throne. RoboMic had been spending a lot of time in his room lately, but he was absent for a different reason. Emily and Megan got into the cage. Emily said, “RoboMic would love your new look, Megan.”
“Yeah, Polina, you gotta stop breaking him,” Sara said, shooting Polina, one of her rivals, a sideways glance. Sara had ranked herself under Polina even though she'd beaten Polina at EMCASA. She had lost to Polina for a 3rd place battle in the first SEIT tournament on Pongeo Island.
The bubbly blonde, Polina, shook her head, giggled, and said, “But we both like weally kinky sex, and I can let loose however I wanna! He likes it! He should be built stronger!”
“This harem house is full of dirty sluts and whores!” Kelly said. Cora cursed him from a distance and few other chicks attacked him with small serum air bursts to let him know to be more respectful.
“Remember ladies,” Sara said to the combatants, “no need for serum, serum air, or the cuffs in fights for a while. Just use that energy to amplify your attacks. It's easier to heal each other than to fix out of control damage. The winner will get 10 milliliters to use however she pleases.”
“A lot of that will go to you, my Prince of Darkness!” Megan said, winking and blowing a kiss to Kelly. He stood up in her throne to catch it and rub it by his crotch. Megan blushed. Emily didn't quite see the appeal in Kelly other than his looks.
“Hey Em, when you win, let's tie up Megan's husband and all four do it,” Cora said, wriggling in Robert's lap. Emily winked and gave a thumbs up. Kelly made up some rap lyrics for himself, which meant he was excited about this prospect.
F1 announced the beginning of the fight, and Megan immediately hit Emily with a burst of serum air from her hands. The dark energy hit Em's chest. “Really?!” Em asked, brushing herself off. Em's itty bitty polka dot bikini had holes where all the white dots had been, revealing areolae, nipples, and lots of pink scorched mammary flesh. Megan snickered. Emily looked down and said, “Cute. That actually is kind of impressive. Be ready for me to punch, milk, and destroy your new big boobs, Megan!” The blonde bikini model took off her tattered top. Megan sucker punched Emily in the mouth.
The brunette, Megan, was wearing a lot more clothes than women normally did for these fights, but still looked amazing. Her sweaty body made the top entirely see-through. It was like she was topless too. Megan grabbed Emily's hair and kneed her in the pussy. She punched Emily in the boob, showing off for Kelly and trying to get him riled up.
The topless fighter, Emily, hugged her foe. They wrestled and latched fingers together to grapple. Their arms went in the air, and both women bent at the knees to force their will on the other. Megan swung her tits into Em's orbs. She tried to headbutted Emily, but the blonde dodged. Emily recklessly crashed her own skull head to head with Megan, feeling confident in her ability to withstand pain. Megan yelped and bit a little chunk out of Em's lower lip. That bled. Megan's nose bled. Her face was pale, but a darker shade than her wet pink t-shirt, clinging insanely tight to her curves. Megan's nipples were as erect as Robert and Kelly's dicks. In usual Emily fashion, the blonde allowed herself to be bullied a bit to start the fight. Megan kneed Emily in the thigh and the crotch relentlessly with them still holding hands and wrestling. Em's calves were at a bed and she was getting arched backwards. The blonde's naked jugs pushed up into Megan's sweaty underboobs.
“I can still control you, bitch!” Megan said, kneeing Emily in the stomach. Megan gave Em's arms a big shove and let go. She straddled Emily, giving her zero personal space. Megan punched Emily in the eye, and then jammed her elbow across the blonde's nose. Megan punched Emily in the kidney. She slammed a fist into underboob flesh. Emily whimpered and pushed off the bed. Megan's face went into the blonde's bosoms. Emily grasped Megan's head, suffocating the brunette with her perky perspiring chest pillows. She landed on Megan's ankle and then kneed her opponent in the thigh. In defense, the black haired vixen first socked Em's abs again, but then went to clawing the bikini model's arms. Emily pushed away the dazed chick and rifled a right hook into Megan's mush. The women weren't going to bleed as much as they would on serum, but they were still sustaining injuries and looking battle worn but still pretty.
The celebrity with coal black hair, Megan, turned her head back around with her lips cracked open, and swung a punch. Her rival ducked and belted her in the belly. Megan hunched. As promised, Emily punched Megan right in the tit and nipple. Megan shrieked and clawed over Em's teat and squishy melon. The blonde continued popping Megan in the stomach and the chest when Megan's enlarged knockers dangled low with her hunching. Despite Em's long lean torso, Megan aimed for crushing tits. She went a little higher to pop Emily in the chin. Emily took it like a champ and returned fire. Megan's head whipped back after knuckles cracked under her mandible. Emily peppered punches into Megan's body, pushing the former EMCASA leader and host back. Megan felt like Emily was really using serum air on or in her punches. Megan's t-shirt had ripped in many places. The gaping holes showed bruised or bleeding breast and tummy flesh. Em's rack was equally ravaged.
The babe in the dark and white dotted bikini bottoms, Emily, was quick to keep attacking. She was light on her feet, and nearly downed Megan with a kick to the knee. Emily cocked back another punch, but then Megan spit into Emily's eye. Emily's punch missed. Megan uppercut her in the armpit. Then she cuntbusted her temporarily blinded enemy. Emily had been wiping her eye, and then moaned. Megan barged into Emily with her shoulder, flattening sagging titties. Megan put a lot of her remaining serum air into her physical body's attack, launching Emily backwards over the bed. The blonde went with the momentum and kicked Megan in the mouth. More scarlet spilled off Megan's pretty face. Emily tumbled over the bed and didn't land too great, but she was up in a flash. As Megan shook of the cobwebs, Emily catapulted off the mattress and put her arms out for a cross body slam. Em's rib cage put pressure on Megan's belly as they smashed into the carpet. The floor was a bit softer than other places there had been fighting, but Megan's Cerebellum had bonked and she'd been winded. Em's boobs and belly had taken some damage, but she rolled off, looking spry.
Spectators cheered as Emily squatted like a lioness ready to pounce. She tackled Megan, snaring the brunette's arm between her armpit. Emily's legs tangled with Megan's legs in Em's submission snake mode. The babe in the green pants, Megan, screamed. Her waistband dropped down, revealing her navel. There wasn't much shirt left on her soaked curvy body. With a leglock and armbar going, Emily looked dominant. Megan thrashed to no avail, banging her back into the wall. Only half of the room had the cage grating and bars. Emily grinned as she used her free hand to pound on and tease Megan's swollen breasts. Emily tickled and pinched Megan's hard nipple, getting it milky. Megan shouted and flailed. She was hurting herself further, but the big white canvas on the wall fell off and the edge hit Emily on the noggin. This allowed Megan to squirm free.
It didn't feel right for Megan to not be on serum. She wanted to complain. Sara's new rules were dumb. Everything about Sara was dumb and sucked, according to Megan's jealous opinion. Megan grabbed the thick white plaster square off the carpet and bashed it over Emily's head. Emily grunted, trying to get up. She kicked Megan across the stomach. Megan winced and swung her weapon with two hands. The hard square object cracked in half upon hitting Emily in the jaw and the head. The blonde staggered out towards the cage bars and grating with crimson spilling onto her heaving chest.
“That's what you get!” Megan taunted. “You must be done!” She pulled Emily's hair and slugged the blonde in the face. The topless cutie spun from the force with her mouth still in an oval face of her ouch reaction. Megan stomped her heel into the small of Emily's back. Em's breasts went between bars and up against fence linking behind that. Megan rammed her elbow into the back of Emily's head. She jabbed her fingernails into Emily's cheekbones and temples, kneeing her adversary in the haunches and between the legs. “NUMber 2 MY ass!” Megan shouted. “#2 shit! You're a shitty fighter! You about ready to pound this pussy with me, MGK?!” Megan fingered Emily past her crooked bikini bottoms.
The gasping blonde climbed up the bar like a pole dancer without even using footholds in the cage. The cold metal gave chills between her warm and abused breasts. Emily kicked back into Megan's eye, doing good damage, and the brunette remained right there defiantly for Emily to latch her legs around Megan's neck. Emily clamped her thighs, strangling Megan, and twisted her core, to go down and crank Megan's neck. Megan twitched with her rump in the air, her green pants drooping, and black thong straps peeking out. She couldn't get energy. Her dumb new udders held the last of her strength and they were getting carpet burn. Another yank to the neck made Megan pant and lose feeling in several places. Her tongue incidentally touched Em's vagina.
The bikini blonde, Emily, had done enough damage. She unwound her legs and pulled off what was left of Megan's pink t-shirt, shredding it like she was on serum. Emily pulled Megan up by the wrist, holding firm. Emily leaped for the edge of the bed and sprang off. She turned and kneed Megan in the grill. It was brutal with a CRACK and a lot of blood loss! Emily let go of Megan's wrist. Megan's legs wobbled. Emily caught herself on the cage and climbed as high as she could go. Megan swooned, landing spread eagle with her hands over her busted up face. Emily jumped off the cage and stomped her heels into Megan's navel. “AHHH!!” Megan screamed. She folded up for a moment, spitting up blood, and got more pale before passing out on her side.
“I believe this has been won,” Robert said, producing a 10mL vial of serum from his pocket with Cora no longer on his lap. Cora took the serum, winked, and motioned for Kelly, who seemed, horny, yet almost bashful and not as arrogant as before. Emily bent over and took off her socks to stand on and test one of Megan's billowing titties. It sloshed and leaked lactate and Megan didn't move a muscle or make a peep. Emily flexed her biceps, kissed them, and then posed with her arms up, swinging her hips and making her tight and feminine assets shake. Emily then went to Megan as F1 opened the cage doors. Emily yanked off Megan's pants. Megan was still passed out.
Cora and Emily drank about a third of the serum each, and gave the rest to Kelly. They hugged one another, expecting him to attack them, but instead, he took off his pants and immediately went for Megan, suckling her milky breasts and shoving his large manhood into her moist private area. F6, Megan's personal bot from before was allowed to have some emotions now, and looked almost jealous behind his sunglasses. Bianca Fund hugged and flirted with F6 to make him feel better. Kelly got handfuls of Megan's blood and put it on his face and body. Then he grabbed the broken board to slice into his hands and knuckles to bleed with Megan.
Cora and Emily allowed Megan and Kelly some time. Megan became conscious and cussed that she'd lost, but quickly gave into the pleasures of sex. When Kelly finished a second ejaculate load in Megan's mouth to add to the white gooey scene on Megan's chest and belly, Cora and Emily stopped setting up sex toys and fucking each other to tie up the loser and her husband. It was a fun new way to be in charge and dictate the sex. Kelly got a little upset and angry at first, and no one was sure how he'd feel about going along with this after it was all said and done. No one had expected quite the noise or pleased reaction from his g-spot getting nailed by Cora with a strap-on. Megan looked content and flirty on her knees with her arms tied behind her back for Kelly. She'd already been working on Emily and Cora and it was about time for the finisher. Cora tapped her wrist and said, “It's time for Em to officially take third. This was a death match tournament, and you won't get stronger if you don't go all the way.”
“I'll do it,” Kelly said. “Untie me.” Cora rolled her eyes, but Em was such a sweetie, she allowed it. Kelly picked up Megan under the legs and hugged her. Megan nodded with tears in her eyes. Kelly stood Megan up, put her in a headlock, and twisted. The work Em had done and Kelly being on some serum made it easy. SNAP! Megan's neck was elongated and crooked. The lean blond man let his wife drop dead, then picked up the jagged broken board, and slit his own neck to bleed out on top of his bae with his erection still hard between her booty in his dying gasps.
“I don't know if that was romantic or over dramatic,” Cora said.
“It can be both,” Em said. She winked to the crowd and added, “I love what you're doing here, Sara.” Em and Cora kissed again. F1 announced that Emily had won third and that concluded the first season and tournament for EMCASA.
