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EMCASA Rivals Sexfight Death Match: 17. Carmela Cream vs 7. Sara C
The Spanish announcer in the underground arena was flanked at the commentators' table by Megan Fox and Alexis Ren. Both slender models wore mind control collars, but were acting of their own accord with no demands currently happening. Fans were looking forward to a more sexual and brutal showing as Sara and the EMCASA squad had been working to get rights to do more here. Behind the ring, the new Queen of kink, trying to take over for Polina, was Russian blonde Mandy. She stood in a red bikini and skirt with her breasts puffed up in front of a bunch of sex toys, bdsm gear, and weapons. There were stools, ropes, cords, tables, ladders, handcuffs, etc and all very close and accessible to the ring which was not caged off tonight. A few strap-ons, dildos, clamps, shockers, firecrackers, and other assorted goodies hung from the ceiling over the ring. It would take a hell of a serum powered jump or a spring from the top ropes to get these. Any of the folding ladders could also help.
The two brunettes met face to face in the ring. They'd been injected by Foxy Corp androids with a serum similar to what the MFL was currently using; only 5mL instead of the usual 10 and little to no healing ingredients in it. American brawler, Carmela, had her onyx locks in two long hanging braids. Her skin was very tan except where there was whitish flesh left from a regular bikini that had covered her chest on the beach. Carmela's strapless pink top stayed on due to some adhesives just as Sara's black strapless bikini top did. The brunette EMCASA champ, Sara, had her brown hair in a ponytail. Both women were slender with plenty of feminine charm in front and behind. Carmela's bikini bottoms had white straps and lining, hanging low enough to see a bit of the tattoo at her pelvis. Carmela gave Sara a shove and shouted, “I like all the options I have to kill and fuck the champ! Long live the Queen, my ass! You're dead and done like the old British hag, bitch!”
“One of us will get the advantage again between us,” Sara said. “It'll be me. I set this up and I don't intend to lose! Your bones snapping and your whimpers are all that me and the fans want to hear!”
“Shut your mouth, whore!” Carmela said. “I'm going to enjoy ripping your limbs off, and finding new ways to fill your holes and utterly destroy you! You've gone too far! You're a worse villain than Megan and Maria, collaring them.” Sara scoffed and rolled her eyes. That was a major overstatement. Megan even admitted that from the commentators' table, but Carmela thought that was the mind control talking. Sara looked up at the big plastic cock of a strap-on hanging almost low enough to touch. Carmela didn't wait for the bell, she kneed Sara in the pussy. The American model climbed up Sara's hip and shoulder, kneeing the Romanian woman in the schnoz. Carmela snatched the toy, and bounced on the springy mat. As she buckled the belt around her waist and turned, Sara punched her in the mouth. Carmela got her head back around and grappled.
Sara knew it was likely she'd get distracted again. She just had to make sure she had the upper hand first. This was going to be sexfighting all the way through. Sara kicked Carmela in the flank. Carmela yelped, getting overpowered at the arms. Their knees knocked. Carmela clawed Sara's arm and chest. Sara bopped Carmela in the nose. Carmela reeled. Sara pulled on Carmela's top and delivered a blood splattering punch. The now topless brunette hit the deck. Sara grinned and dove atop her rival, deciding she wanted the very toy around Carmela. With her tits already hanging out and clawed, Sara made swift work of shredding her black bikini top and bottom to be naked. As she situated the strap-on, sitting on Carmela's back, the babe in the pink and white bikini bottoms reached for a pull tab and zip line. Carmela grunted and stretched.
Finally both jobs were done successfully. Sara was ready to penetrate Carmela. She hit Carmela in the neck, and then grabbed for a leg for submission. Carmela pulled the zip line and wound it around Sara's neck, chocking her. Carmela got to her feet, headbutting Sara. She know had the advantage as Sara tried to pry the line off her jugular with tense fingers. Carmela saw Sara's pale skin getting blue and kept winding the zip line around further and tighter against the turnbuckle and Sara's neck. Sara reached up for clippers, but was never going to get them. Carmela socked Sara in the belly. Sara began to unwind, but it was too late. She got choked out and belted in the belly to boot. A roundhouse kick would've put Sara on her ass if she hadn't been wrapped so tight.
With her Romanian rival temporarily passed out, Carmela got herself a strap-on. She smacked Sara's chin as the ponytailed warrior came to. Carmela said, “You fucked up!” She leaned in intimately close and kneed Sara in the cooter. Carmela pressed the release button on her phallic add on. Fake jizz squirted into Sara's bloody face and spattered onto her chest. It was warm and sticky. Sara began to get her nails to break into the twine. Carmela unwound Sara the rest of the way, palmed the back of her head and hair. Carmela shoved the nude brunette onto the mat. Sara was on all fours, and Carmela entered her from behind. Carmela jerked back on Sara's arm. Pop! Sara moaned. Carmela elbowed Sara in the back of the head. She wound up her fist, and plunged it into Sara's anus. Sara cried and howled.
“Your slut pussy is next!” Carmela said, standing up. She kicked Sara in the ribs onto her back. Carmela spit on her hand. Sara kicked Carmela between the legs. The bikini bottoms cloth frayed. Sara tackled Carmela. The force of the hit allowed Sara's big rod to push through the cloth and into Carmela's glory hole. Carmela yelped, getting squashed against the turnbuckle. Sara pulled out and came in Carmela's belly button and on her foe's hands. Carmela reached for a firecracker on a cord that was moving up and down with Mandy operating that tease with levers. Carmela grasped the item, but her hand was too slick. Sara cracked Carmela in the jaw with a punch. Sara catapulted off the ropes to grab nipple clamps. She landed on the mat, and delivered a spin kick to Carmela's neck, downing the babe with the braided hair.
Sara hunched over Carmela, forcing the big black veiny prosthetic into Carmela's bleeding mouth. Sara humped Carmela, shooting loads of goo into her throat. Carmela's body bounced on the mat. Her wet thighs were a ready target. Sara put the nipple clamps onto Carmela's teats, making the whore scream and gurgle on semen. The tender breast flesh tore and bled. Sara rammed her fist into Carmela's pussy, eliciting a squirt from the losing chick. Sara grabbed a leg and pulled. CRACK! Pop! Carmela screamed and writhed in agony. Sara dropped an elbow into Carmela's cum filled navel. She crawled atop Carmela and kissed her. Carmela gave Sara a shove, showing will left to fight. The brunettes traded blows to the face. Carmela shucked Sara off and took off the nipple clamps, wincing.
“I'll do double worse than you did to me!” Carmela shouted, charging at Sara. She kicked high up into Sara's chest. Her foot crammed into Sara's orb. Sara grit her teeth and rammed her shoulder into Carmela's abs. The sweaty chick fighters hugged in a clinch. Carmela limped bad. Sara's arm dangled a bit. She got feeling in it and smacked Carmela's ass. Sara spanked her rival and battled the sex toy to win superiority into Carmela's wet kitty. Carmela cooed. The heads of the brown haired lasses collided. Dizzied, Sara, lifted Carmela in a bearhug, squeezing and popping the rag doll's back. Carmela arched, kicked, cried, and protested. “NOO!!”
“You weren't good enough this time, slut!” Sara said. “To the sexy toys!” She grunted and tossed Carmela over the ropes. The American girl flailed. Her ass hit the cold hard ground and then her arm got wrenched trying to catch herself. It was a bad fall. Sara climbed down and out of the ring. Carmela crawled towards a big hammer on the ground, looking up at Mandy's pussy. Mandy stood still and didn't interfere. Carmela punched Mandy in the thigh and snatched the weapon. Sara stomped Carmela's ankle. Carmela screamed. Carmela swung the hammer and it grazed Sara's lean tummy. Sara kicked Carmela in the elbow. Carmela dropped the weapon. “Shut up and take it!” Sara said, grabbing Carmela's arm. SNAP! She broke the bone at the elbow joint. Sara stomped Carmela's chest and then titty fucked her. Sara slapped and pushed Carmela's bosoms together grinding the plastic between the sweaty meat mounds. “You like it!” Sara said. Sara wrenched Carmela's neck, getting lovely crackling noises and squeals. Sara grabbed Carmela's hair and temples, thrashing her, and forced the dick into Carmela's mouth. “Now you wanna suck it!” Sara gloated, domesticating her rival. Carmela's eye shadow ran with her tears. She was submissive and knowing she was done.
The victorious Romanian unloaded more artificial white substance all over Carmela's body and then wrestled her, flipping the broken woman over to choke from behind. Sara jizzed on Carmela's back and spanked her booty raw. Sara even rammed the rod into Carmela's ears. With the victim losing consciousness, Sara pulled her up by the hair. WHAM! She socked Carmela in the jaw. Sara then shoved Carmela against the back wall. She got the zip tie pulls and strung Carmela up by the wrists and ankles like a defenseless starfish. Sara put a ball gag into Carmela's mouth, and then grabbed an extra large purple vibrating and spinning dildo to ream into Carmela's private area. Carmela struggled against the bindings to no avail. Carmela nearly spun from the toy delivering so much pleasure. Carmela's face only had color because of arousal. Sara went to the levers to lift Carmela up against the back wall, straining Carmela's ligaments and hearing more joint bursting damage.
The role of victor and dom had gone to Sara who set up the ladder. She climbed it in order to mash her pussy into Carmela's face and rub her ass into Carmela's broken nose. Fluids dribbled down Carmela's chin with the big red ball slobbered on all over in her busted lips. Sara dismounted from the ladder and then folded it. She swung the steel, crashing it into Carmela's ribs and face. Bones were broken, and Carmela hung spread out, unable to hold in everything that came rushing out from between her legs that she'd been repressing while alive. Sara dropped the ladder and really cranked the levers on the wall. Carmela was pulled so wide that her limbs popped off with squirts of crimson. Her torso fell down and her spread private area landed right on top of the big still whirring sex toy.
“That fatality and show of force got me horny,” Megan said. “What a climax! I could and will do better when I get my turn again though. Take notes Alexis, you weak bitch. I'm a better sex slave too.” Fans cheered. Cyborgs came to bag Carmela's body. Sara's breathing was labored. She needed a healing herself and had barely survived that battle. She thought Alexis vs Megan would be worth watching in the future, and started thinking of tag team options too. For now, this win had been very satisfying.
