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MFL Mixed Combat Test Rounds: Galina Dubenenko vs Calum Best &
Helga Lovekaty vs Sergi Constance
The main Shadow Enterprises gym on the island was filled with spectators as the company had decided to let some of the male models fight against female models. There was a large pool of interested combatants and three little boxing rings where fights would take place. The first two people thrown into the ringer had never fought before, but the male was easily dominating the busty blonde. This event was not completely open to the public. VIP tickets had been sold, and most of the fans crowded around the one ring with the fight even though plenty of buff and or gorgeous models were gathered around Healers and other Shadow Enterprises employees, waiting for instructions and or for the their names to be called. Shadow Ribiero hadn't been a huge fan of this idea, and was less involved than normal, leading to sub par organization.
Russian International Model Death Battle champ, Galina, was still hanging around the MFL and not doing much IMDB work. She arrived late to the gym wearing a sleeveless gray crop top with no bra and tight white khaki pants with several rips in the thighs and knees. The trim brunette with the toned tummy, Galina, was wearing no underwear at all, but that didn't bother her. Her private areas could take commando or rougher cloths. Her boyfriend or man slave, Dima, was a manipulative little shit. He had altered Galina's body with a brain chip and a software program that only he could access that would make her belly-button super vulnerable and or more pleasurable to the touch than her clit or pussy. He had the program off, but Galina was still very sensitive to the navel, and wasn't sure if the program really was all the way off. Dima was constantly hiding like a little bitch or running off on side projects or getting the Shadow's allowance to go off the island. Galina wanted to pound some faces in, kill some hoes and poser dudes, and take out some of her pent up aggression. She loved the idea of femdom and humbling these roided out male model types.
“What kind of sad sack losers have we gathered here?!” Galina asked, strutting up to the scene and flipping her brown locks. She looked at the nearly naked blonde in her panties getting her arms pulled back and a foot blasted into her spine and shook her head. Galina said, “You all are oopid stupid letting no name bimbo juice and that not even a hot guy go first! That proves nothing! Us chicks can castrate these dicks! Hehehe! My rhyming and timing is still on point! Mittens my pwetty kittens, if he were here, but he's too big and rough and tough and gruff now, would purr and growl! RAR!!”
“We were right about to consider you a no show,” a SE employee said, touching his tablet and showing Galina that the random draw had chosen her opponent as Calum Best.
“You're a bozo!” Galina shouted, reaching out to grab the little man's head and slam him on the ground. He was quick, and Galina didn't give a shit about him. She saw she'd be fighting the best, and that's what she wanted and deserved. She added, “I'm not a no show, I'm here fo sho! Dodo! Now who the fuck thinks they're the best?! I'll hop up in that ring and bop his mop top into bloody slop and crack his bones – pop! YEAH!! Who WANTS some?!” Galina puffed out her chest to threaten and intimidate. A few burly shirtless men raised eyebrows.
Another Russian woman model with long dark curly hair and a cute button nose, Helga, sidled from behind two male models and chanced being friendly with Galina, who was otherwise an outcast and feared for being unstable and violent. Helga said “Hi, Galina!” and waved. Galina was distracted by the noise from the fans and the ring. Galina injected herself with extra serum so routinely, that it was almost always in her veins making her more irritable, testy, and crazy than she normally was. Side effects from this also included her breasts lactating and secreting serum. Galina had been beaten and milked in private by a gay lesbian butch bodybuilder named Janna, and Galina was hoping to get a rematch here after killing some dopey men. The dude in the ring had beaten the snot out of the now naked woman and barely held off from killing her.
Galina shouted, “YOU FUCKING PUSSY! SNAP her SLUT neck or BACK! Rip the HEAD and TITS OFF! RAPE the DUMB CUNT already!! COME ON!!”
“Jesus,” Helga said, putting a hand on Galina's shoulder. Galina whipped around, throwing a flailing fist. It would've hit a normal person in the mouth, but Helga was a trained KGB ninja assassin, so she was able to dodge. “Cool it,” Helga said. “I hear that not many women were even allowed in this. The selection process seems weird. Nata said she couldn't get in.”
“I don't care about you loser Russian whores,” Galina said. “Polina and SVETA in FUCKING Europe with that other gay FUCKING league NO one cares about, and you got left behind! I see what the company is doing! I see and get the serum! I'm gonna beat up these incel nerds! Gym rat TERDS! They're nothing and probably can't handle serum! Women handle it BETTER!! RAH!!”
“You're like Andre roaring like that,” Helga said. “He couldn't get into this either, but wanted to. How did you sign up or get accepted?!”
“Shut the FUCK UP!” Galina said. “I'll fight you first and kill you! Want in the ring, chicken wing?! You're last year's thing!! No last ten years... decade! Fade to the shade! … HaHA!”
“Does Dima still have your body messed up?!” Helga asked, poking Galina in the navel with an index finger. Galina yelped, buckled, and spread her hands over her thighs, panting. She screamed bloody murder louder than the chick in the ring getting the KO blow to the head. Galina tried to headbutt Helga, but Helga slipped away to the side. Helga had on a white bra, a sinfully short white mesh skirt that sat low on her hips and would show her pussy if she kicked or stepped too long, and white pantyhose stockings.
“WHAT kind of SHIT is that to FIGHT in?!” Galina asked. She scoffed, snatching Helga's bra strap. Helga winked and stood tall with her chest out. Galina tore off Helga's bra, and that brought more attention to the two of them. “You're trying to seduce your FOE, HO!” Galina said.
“Maybe I am, maybe I'm not,” Helga said. She stuck out her tongue and then avoided a right handed hook punch from Galina.
“You both look like you're already on serum,” a tattooed male model with brown beard stubble and short brown hair said. All he wore was black Calvin Klein boxers. The words “Game Changer” were tattooed under his belly-button and his last name, Best, was tattooed on his right bicep amid other art. This was the MFL trainer Calum Best. He held a syringe of serum in his hand, but got distracted by the near dead busty blonde being carted off on a stretcher. He had a thing for busty blondes and was loosely dating Lindsey Pelas on the island, but was known for not being very loyal.
“Gimme that!” Galina shouted, trying to snatch Calum's serum syringe. If it wasn't for Helga intervening and knocking her wrist away, she would've had it. Calum snapped his focus back to Galina and Helga. “Mr. Weak Ass side tracked bitch man wanna go?!” Galina mocked. “Calvin more like Alvin and the Chipmunks, Klein no fine undies head mother Fucker TRUCKER! Hehe!” Galina did not like Helga so close. Their tits were nearly touching and Helga had stopped Galina from taking that idiot man's serum. Galina grabbed Helga's hair and tried to punch her. Helga blocked. Galina kneed Helga right in the pussy, feeling her knee bone strike against vulva and pubic bones. “EW!” Galina griped. “Helga SMELL-ga Ga-rose-gross!” Galina punched Helga in the mouth. Some blood and spittle flew from the topless brunette's busted kissers. She jerked her hair away from Galina, wrenching the wilder Russian's arm.
“I got a good draw,” Calum said, injecting himself in the neck. Almost immediately, his body bulked up. He was a strong and formidable looking muscle man to begin with, but now he looked ready for a bodybuilding competition like the tan Chad stud now approaching in silky baby blue shorts. That was the only thing baby about this dude. He had a fierce and neatly trimmed brown beard and spiky full head of dark hair atop. Calum bent the needle back on the emptied syringe and crushed the glass between two hands. He blew the powdered shards of glass at Galina and most of it went into the ribbed lining of Galina's gray crop top. Helga used her heel like a broom to clean up the rest of the mess into the cup of her bra on the floor, acting as makeshift dustbin. Helga didn't want any employees or fans stepping on this in case there could be some sharp edges still left. Calum said, “I am looking forward to shutting you up, Galina, and fucking the shit out of you, even though you're not my type.” Calum licked his lips. A bulge grew between his legs. He added, “You're looking better now.”
Galina touched her top, sneered, and then whipped the garment off over her head and at Calum's face in one quick motion. The noise, sexiness, and strip show had fans drawing near and the short staffed group of employees using all their resources to keep the fans back and out of harm's way. Galina wasn't the bustiest model around. Her orbs were round, perky and juicy on such a fit sun kissed brown skin and fit frame. Calum moved his hands like a karate master or someone opening a cabinet. Galina's top was torn to thin shreds by his movements. Galina stuck out her tongue at Calum and said, “Of course I make your tiny cock like a rock! Hehe! Piss off! I'd rather kick this cleaning Cunt's ass!” Galina stupidly thought Helga was stronger than Calum on 10mL of serum, and Galina was pissed that Helga's boobies looked so big dangling. Galina rocked back her leg.
Instead of dodging, Helga took the kick to the gut. She flopped onto her back on the ground. Her legs were open. Her pussy was showing. Galina cackled and pointed at Helga's exposed crotch. Helga was interested in Calum's reaction. Helga whimpered and tried to make her chest rise and fall more than normal. She tightened everything, arched her back, and pressed her hands to the sides of her breasts. Calum's veins bulged and his muscles looked cut and pronounced. Helga could sense a brief moment of weakness in him with his maximum arousal. She jumped to her feet, avoiding a stomp aimed at her navel by Galina. Galina rammed her forearm into Helga's throat, trying to down Helga again, but the Russian in the skirt and stockings, Helga, rocketed a punch into Galina's navel with her knuckle going deep into the belly button. Galina had tough and nearly impenetrable abs. She let go of Helga and stood tall to laugh in Helga's face, but instead put her fingers at the white khaki material bunching in her private area. Galina bent over, panting and with flushed cheeks from arousal. This was as Helga planned. Galina still had a belly weakness to exploit. Calum and the other guy Helga was supposed to fight who had walked up to the scene in his blue shorts, Sergi Constance, had both grabbed the wrong serum. They had grabbed the experimental syringes of serum that would weaken you down to nothing if you lost seminal fluids. There was supposed to be a demonstration on that later, but the event was unorganized and most of these fighters were not great scholars or readers. Helga had done her homework. She planned to be victorious over all of them in a brawl and get out some of her pent up bisexual energies since her girlfriend Sveta was still away on a different fighting project and likely fucking Polina too.
Sergi injected himself to not miss out on the fight. He already looked roided out to begin with. He threw the serum syringe into a waste basket far away with a perfect pitch. The little plastic basket tipped over with the glass bursting into shards from the force of Segi's throw. Sergi flexed his chest and biceps and stomped a foot. He said, “Don't touch the little Lovekaty again! She's MINE!! I was selected to FIGHT her!! I wanna beat her alone – to the DEATH!”
“NO!” Galina retorted. “I'm gonna!” Galina hugged Helga. The shirtless men paused with the topless women pressed chest to chest. Helga fanned herself, feeling extreme titillation. She needed to touch Galina's belly to even the erotic tinglings, but her fingers fanned out over Galina's ass. Galina spanked Helga and then fingered her. Helga was glad she wasn't on the O-Drop serum that elevated all positive effects until orgasm and more specifically ejaculation. She didn't bother to muffle her coos. She gripped Galina tight at the buns, initiating a bit of a tit fight. Galina's jugs were solid but sloshing around, likely full of milky serum. The men were definitely into this. Helga accidentally tore holes into Galina's khakis, revealing tight tan booty flesh. The Russian women struggled and writhed until their arms went up into the air. Galina kissed Helga on the lips, socked Helga in the stomach, and then disengaged. Helga buckled for a quick moment and then wiped saliva off her lips. Galina's spit even had that serum after taste.
“That's fucking hot,” Calum said.
“SHE is MINE!” Sergi said, yanking Helga by the wrist. Helga yelped. She wasn't on serum. She had been unable to avoid Sergi's speed and ferocity. He kneed her in the flank and it surely bruised ribs. Helga tasted blood in her mouth again. Before she could counter, Sergi delivered a haymaker to her schnoz. The serum was peaking in Sergi now with his arousal. Helga shouldn't have let herself get hit earlier. She tumbled onto the ground with her nose absolutely destroyed and oozing blood like waterfall into her cleavage. She could move her nose. It wasn't totally shattered, yet, but Sergi was a monster of a man, apparently with no remorse for beating anyone.
Galina hopped onto a ring ledge of the roped and elevated fighting platform where the defeated blonde's blood was still staining the blue canvas. Galina shook her rump and giggled. She posed and lounged against the ropes like a stripper and unzipped her khakis in front for a little beaver tease. She left her pants unzipped and said, “Olga old hag Helga Smell-ga smell gay doesn't look like the Best! I'd MURDER You, THOT! That's what I THOUGHT! Hehe! I'm so HOT! All of you want my KITTY! I'm not wearing any undy wundies either! Hehe! Whoever gets up here in THIS Ring will be Castrated or KILLED!”
“I'm Calum Best,” Calum said. “I was selected to be your opponent. You really didn't know that?!” Galina gave Calum the finger and then made a gesture pumping a fist up as if she wanted to fist Calum's asshole into his esophagus. Galina flipped over the ropes like an acrobat. Her feet clapped on the springy surface of the mat. She spread her arms wide, still looking at Helga, and thinking that was a stronger opponent who would earn Galina more cool points for besting. Calum took one last look at Helga's bust and her sexy body, before dedicating his lust and violence strictly to Galina. His heel stepping down nearly made a ripple in the foundation of the building. He jumped like a lion herd leader with the force of a cannonball. His light footwork put his toes on the ring ledge. His uppercut while suspended and hanging over the ropes cracked Galina's mandible and sent her head snapping backwards. Galina's feet went off the mat. Blood spritzed from where her teeth had mashed together and then went into lips and inside mouth flesh. Before she could land on her feet, Calum ducked the ropes and kicked his heel directly into Galina's tummy. The topless woman was propelled into the ropes at the other end of the ring, looking like a roughly used sex doll. Calum ducked low, charged, and speared Galina with his wide shoulder crashing into her midsection. The thud and bodies falling rumbled and shook the entire ring if not the entire room of the gym and its walls.
Helga didn't have time to pinch her nose, stop the bleeding, or to get the carmine plasma off her jiggly jugs. She tried to ball tap the advancing menace in Sergi. Her hand hit his thigh and batted his boner. That was the opposite of what she wanted. His adrenaline and power surged. If there was a second of weakness from O-Drop side effects, Helga didn't see it. Sergi whacked Helga in the back of the head. She slumped forward against his leg with her tits getting separated by his meaty quad. She struck him in the tailbone and the spine. He kneed her in the side of the ass and it seemed to rearrange her entire pelvic region. Helga thought she could turn around and run, but Sergi's mitt clomped down on her collar. His warm hot breath hit the back of her neck. She said, “Let's at least get in the ring first! I'm not on any serum either!”
“BULL SHIT!” Sergi said, catching Helga's neck in the crook of his arm. He cranked her head with his bicep cutting off Oxygen at her throat. Sergi stretched and pulled at Helga's hair as she crawled on her knees, flailing. Sergi's manhood bonked against Helga's back between her shoulder blades. Sergi said, “I'll FUCK and KILL you OUT here if I want, and then DRAG you into a RING on MY Terms!” Sergi pulled Helga to her feet effortlessly. He kneed her haunches. His big rod pushed her skirt up and slid between her booty cheeks several times as he continued to strangle her and test the limits of her neck strength. Sergi punched Helga in the underboob. It was just barely too rough to feel good to Helga, and likely because she was frustrated and didn't want to be defeated so quickly by anyone despite the overwhelming unfairness of the chemicals involved. Sergi groped Helga once. It was enough to leave indentations and discoloration in the supple mammary flesh. Sergi definitely wanted to screw Helga and fornicate. She elbowed him in the abs. It was like a shield there. He stomped her calf and ankle. She knew better than to resist and flopped with that, trying to act submissive and defeated. Sergi stopped the strangulation and tossed Helga down. He tore off his pants. Helga kicked his knee, scrambled to her feet, and sprinted away. She had to use her speed here and just stay away to survive.
“I need serum!” Helga said. She was met with taunts and no actual help as people didn't believe she wasn't on it, or the event was just too unorganized and chaotic. “Let me pick a ring!” Helga said. “One sexy fight at a time!” Sergi slowly stalked Helga in the nude with his erect rod bouncing.
In one of the wrestling rings, Calum had Galina pinned down. He leaned with his arm against her throat, and had poor dexterity trying to push his penis out between the slits in his boxers. For some reason he was trying not to strip himself nude or it would've been quicker. The half clothed fornication was more appealing to Calum or he just wasn't thinking. He knew Galina could be deadly, but he was on top now. He slid it in to his rival's inviting pussy. He pulled at her khakis and one by one ripped cloth from the knee down to shreds. A few thrusts shook the ring and had Galina moaning like a cat in heat. She hit Calum in the cheek and clawed his head and face to no avail. Calum pounded a hammer fist down onto Galina's stomach and then went for boob play. There was no gentle fingertips or thoughtful building of tension and touch. He was all power at first just groping and punching the Russian's firm knockers. Galina wrestled well enough to stop getting fucked. She was embarrassed and pissed off tenfold. She was supposed to do the banging and humiliating! Galina reached for Calum's wood, thinking she'd snap the veiny monster like a twig. That didn't happen. Calum pinched a nipple. Galina squealed and leaked lactate. He tongued, teethed, and nipped Galina's other teat, gaining some flirty control and composure. He tasted serum in Galina's breast milk and said, “IT'S TRUE! Your titties be squirting SERUM Too, you're so JACKED on IT!” The tattooed male model wrestled his member back and whacked it against Galina's dripping white sticky mounds. He cranked his wanker from side to side not really getting quite the paizuri or tittyfucking squeeze he wanted. He squatted and aimed for Galina's mouth. She chomped like a piranha at him. His eyes enlarged. He backed up and sat on Galina's thighs. He dropped the head of his dick into her navel. The mushroom tip pounded into the innie. This got Galina less feisty and completely submissive. She shrieked and squeezed her own breasts with so much intensity, more serum milk sprayed. Calum tried to drink some of that while banging Galina in the belly. Her navel was too small, so he had to shift to putting it into her vagina and punching and licking her navel.
Helga ran around all three of the rings with Sergi giving chase. She kept watch of Calum and Galina to see how things would play out. Sergi's little patience grew thinner. “Pick a RING!” Sergi shouted at Helga, “or are you Chicken?! If I have to track you down much longer, I'll END you That SECOND!” Helga hopped up to a ring ledge, but then jumped back down and Sergi roared in frustration. He hammered his fists down onto the canvas, breaking springs and the siding of the ring. “Only ONE left,” he said. “GET in and DIE!”
“EEE!” Galina cried. “OOH! My TUMMY! Not FAIR!! Not THERE!!” Galina moaned, trying to put her hands in the way of her bruised abs. Calum kept getting a knuckle to pound deep into Galina's navel. It resonated and made Galina more ready to squirt than the vaginal penetration. Calum gripped Galina at the armpits and struggled to hold his load while porking the tight glory hole of his opponent. He pulled out with an O face and a white sheen and spritz on his tip even though he'd tried to hold all of it back. “F-Fuck IT!!” Galina said. “I'll SUCK it! I'll get more serum from your slick wimpy dick then you get from my Mittens momma milkers, you tatted rat!” Galina didn't have a chance to rhyme more as her mouth was filled with Calum's best.
“Oh yeah!” Calum said, still worried about Galina taking a bite. “On your knees,” he said, pushing down on Galina's shoulders. She sucked and tongued away. She got her hands involved, trying to squeeze more out of the shaft and the testes. Calum elbowed her in the ear and temple and said, “Lips and Mouth ONLY!” He rubbed her tense collar and back. It began to look like an erotic massage.
“Hey!” Helga shouted, prancing up the steel steps to the occupied ring. Her tits shook. “That's not how it works, Galina! His semen likely won't have serum!”
Galina frowned and spit out Calum's hard organ. Then she tried to bite it, but he backed off and kicked her right in the gut. Galina folded. Calum slammed a beefy arm across Galina's chest and said, “Sucking your titties will get me more serum! Enough I'll be able to fight again after beating you!”
“Fuck THAT!” Sergi said, scaling the ring side and leaping over the ropes. His bounce on the canvas shook Galina and Calum. Sergi said, “You and I are obviously the strongest, bro, but you been SLACKING! I'm WAY Bigger and BETTER than YOU! I won't LET you HOG all her Serum MILK!”
“Everyone wants my girls just the way they are,” Galina said, glaring at Helga. Sergi stomped out Galina's knee. He threw her down viciously. Calum defensively grabbed one of Galina's boobs and went down with the losing lady. He opened his mouth wide like a snake unhinging its jaws for dinner. Sergi looked determine to pound his pecker into Galina's navel until the hole got bigger. He yanked on Galina's spare breast, and manhandled it, sucking and squeezing. Helga sat cross legged on the turnbuckle, watching.
Both men had Galina sweating and ready to cum. Calum got jealous that Sergi's dick seemed to give Galina maximum pleasure. Her hands were in her hair and her screams were orgasmic. The male models drank Galina's tits nearly dry. Calum played swords so to speak with Sergi to get into that wet belly button. Sergi stood up, looking down at the writhing Russian. Galina soaked what was left of her white khakis with ejaculate with Calum strangling her and swiveling his penis head around in her innie. Galina looked so cute on her back that Calum stood up and lost his load all over her chest and face. His grin quickly changed to a look of dumbstruck horror. His hammer immediately went flaccid, which wasn't supposed to happen on serum. Everything on his body tightened and ached. He tried to stuff the pink wiener back in his boxers but felt more numb and clumsy than before. Helga wrapped her legs around Calum's neck from behind and swiveled her hips. Calum was able to spin around and try and eat out Helga's pussy, but it was too late for him. He was too rigid. Helga snapped his neck with a dismounting headscissors like the WWE Hurricanrana move. Calum's sturdy neck was broken between Helga's thighs. He gave a final few twitches and died.
“You're all used UP, Cum SLUT!” Sergi said, lifting Galina by the hair. He kneed her in the back, arching her. He pounded a karate hand into her belly, opening up a flesh wound. Then he rammed his patella into Galina's spine, breaking the backbone. Sergi not only broke Galina's neck –SNAP! With a simple headlock, but he severed her dome from the body. He tried to shove her lolling tongue on the detached head into the crotch of the toppling cadaver.
Helga bounced up to the balls of her feet and cupped her own underboobs. She winked at Sergi and said, “You're so big and strong. … I can't stop you, but I can offer you my serum milk!”
“I'll TAKE it when YOU'RE DEAD!” Sergi said. He rammed Helga into the corner with a body bump that was as fast as lightning, loud as thunder, and destructive as a maelstrom. Helga was dazed, but intent on making Sergi nut. She bent over and grabbed his shaft, stroking it. “YOU WANT IT!” Sergi said. He hit Helga's head with a left hook. He wasn't playing around. He wanted more blood and felt awesome after the last kill. He said, “I dunno how you ENDED Best... Got LUCKY! Not with ME!” Sergi kneed Helga in the flank and then broke ribs with a kick. CRACK! Helga coughed up blood and lost grip of her hand job attempt. Sergi used Helga's nipples as punching targets and didn't realize that only sweat and blood flung from the fun bags.
Knowing she was in a bad way, Helga fell forward and sandwiched Sergi's dick between her bosoms. He snatched her windpipe for a one handed throatlift. She made her breasts really slide along his cock. He decided to go with that and tittyfuck her. Helga kept her head down and licked Sergi's tip whenever it thrusted up high enough. She was sure this would work and saw Sergi's rod at the brink of bursting sexual juices. He wasn't a complete dope though. He shoved Helga hard into the corner pole and retrieved his rod. He put his mouth to her teat and uppercut the other underboob. Helga wasn't lactating or losing serum. She knew, so she had to turn around and disengage. She butt bumped Sergi's erection and spanked her own ass, presenting. Sergi entered Helga from behind and fondled both dangling tits, trying to milk her like a cow. Helga gyrated her hips and made all the right noises.
Sergi got lost in the pleasure, and had to spank Helga's ass himself. The tan booty flesh turned pink. Sergi pulled out, dragging his cock on her clit, between her legs, and then along her butt as is it sprung up. Sergi batted his boner down on Helga's tailbone and jizzed all over her back. He said, “Now you d-duh-die...” He stammered and realized that something was very wrong as his penis went from wood to limp noodle. Helga got on her tiptoes and whipped around with a roundhouse kick that broke Sergi's jaw and put him on his ass. Helga grabbed Sergi's dick with her toes just to see if she could get it up again. She couldn't. She crushed his balls – Pop! And then drove both fists into the sides of his neck. Sergi's eyes got very large. Helga ripped his eyeballs out with her nails, and then drove a heel through the empty socket to the brain. Sergi was dead, but Helga shattered his nose up into his brain with a kick just for good measure.
The healers and staff were quick to help the males who hadn't been healed or killed often. Helga found a black strap-on dildo, seeing that Galina was still there. Helga fucked Galina in the stomach and between the legs to help get her rocks off more, savoring the victory and her well laid out plans. Helga was pleased to see a release button on her toy. She nutted in Galina's navel. The staff and healers headed to bag Galina, and Helga backed off, breathing deep and controlling her emotions. She wasn't on serum, so it was easier. She was exhausted and needing a healing herself, but some of the men, fans, and staff were now interested in seeing her do a marathon fight for survival. Helga was too smart for that. She knew that a healing was the right thing for her now and would ninja her way out of harm's way if necessary. One of the staff members not used to carrying stretchers with dead models on it, got a thumb in the fake jizz on Galina's rock hard but pulverized abs. He wiped the gunk on Galina's softened boob and nearly dropped the stretcher. Galina would see all this later and be even angrier and thirstier for blood and revenge. Now she had Janna, Helga, and Sergi as enemies to even the score with.
