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EMCASA Cage in the Sky Rivals Death Match: Sara C vs Viki Odintcova
Megan Fox had forgotten how much she liked being in charge of all these whores and the death match proceedings. The black haired actress clomped along the sidewalks of a busy city in Spain in big black goth magnetic boots. There were silver buckles, clasps, and skull faces along Megan's boots as well as spikes on the steel toes and coming off the leather at the calves too. Megan and Foxy Corp had rented out the entire street in order to make this latest death match a public ordeal and a tease. Without binoculars the annoyed masses would barely be able to see much of the action, and would want to know what was happening with the giant metal fighting cage fastened between two tall buildings. Megan could imagine how many saps would pay to become EMCASA subscribers and VIP members with this stunt alone. Uncle Justin, the head of Foxy Corp, would be very happy.
Circular stamps on the ends of branding irons glowed red hot in a street car oven. The sizzling sounds with the muffled crowd noise blocked off was perfect for tension. The Russian slut with tan skin and long brown hair, Viki, reached for a branding iron. Megan smacked Viki's hand, and loved the angry reaction she got. The three ladies that would go up into the cage in the sky, Megan, Viki, and Sara, were on fighting, recovery, and strength (FRS) serum already. Megan wanted her own individual shot at Viki and Sara, but had given herself a more fun role of creating rounds and torturing whoever was down or losing. Viki was a sadistic cunt who had down talked Foxy Corp's EMCASA and left the estate after losing to Cora in the first ever EMCASA tournament. Cora was pretty much a cheating tattooed witch slut nudist, but that was a different story. Megan tsked and taunted Viki, waving a finger, and said, “I get to brand both of you.”
Viki's face screwed up in a hilarious rage. The slut in the white lacy lingerie, Viki, did have an enviable tan. Her skin was always dark. Megan had a nice tan and an equally skimpy and seductive outfit, with a black one piece pants and top combo. Thin straps crossed over Megan's chest to cover her nipples, but left the rest of her boobies hanging out. Underboob was in. Viki could shove her tight ass and cleavage into last decade's fashion. Megan pulled on the handle of an iron and aimed it for Viki's nipple. Viki parried the rod with a punch. Megan aimed for Viki's ass cheek, but the bitch evaded. Viki shouted, “If you want to fight me so badly, Megan, I'll take you on in the cage! I'll skewer you with a rod!”
“If you can grab one,” Megan said, keeping one eye on the Romanian cunt wearing the purple lingerie, Sara. Sara looked pale and delicious like a vampire with thick luscious mauve lipstick that put a twinge to Megan's clit and g-spot. Megan wanted to bust Sara's lips open and get her sucking the Fuso attached to Megan's waist, body, and private area. The Fuso was a new type of strap-on dildo that transferred the pleasure points indicative to male anatomy and the plastic of the device to the female anatomy. Megan could really dominate and have a fun experience with this and whoever lost in the cage. Megan could tell that both she and Viki were wanting to be the only one left standing of the three, even though Megan wasn't technically fighting.
Viki grabbed the cylinder bulge in Megan's black pants front and threatened, “I'll snap this off! Knowing you, you probably have this more attached to you than it should be! I'm not letting you brand me! I'm likely off to do my own training again anyway after I get my revenge on Sara for her lucky break beating me in the Shadow Enterprises Volcano Death Match Tournament.”
“It wasn't a lucky break,” Sara said. “I beat you fair and square. I kicked your ass. I'll do it again, no matter what gimmicks and bullshit you throw at me.” Sara looked up at the cage in the sky.
“Wow,” Megan said to Viki, “you sure know how to handle one of these things and make it feel good. I bet if I put the brand on this, you'd take it in the mouth deep throat!” Viki tried to twist and rip the Fuso off Megan. Viki snarled and used her other hand to grapple with Megan over the iron.
“Don't ruin the fun,” Sara said, removing Viki's hand from over Megan's pants. “One of us is getting double teamed up there after losing. If I come down enough and use a lot of energy fighting you, I may let Megan snap your neck herself while you suck it and I bang and humiliate you.”
Viki kneed Megan in the shaft and socked Sara in the mouth. The Russian model reached towards the oven for a different branding iron handle. The Foxy Corp cyborgs were close to stop Viki from fighting early or going haywire. The most human of the bots, Robert, a bearded male model, restricted Viki from behind. His big coarse hands pressed into Viki's chest, squeezing her perky bosoms. Robert wore a suit jacket open with slacks as the different bots and staff members were dressed for public business. Viki struggled against Robert's chiseled chest and abs, resorting to quick seduction to offset his inhuman strength. She helped him get a good grope and twerked on his excited crotch. Then she elbowed Robert in the eye, whipped around, and blasted her patella into his balls. The bearded stud fell to his knees in anguish. The only blond male android and Megan's pet made to look like her husband, F6, pointed and laughed at Robert. Megan had been putting personality into F6 recently. He was the only other android dressed to look like the male model he was designed to be with a jacket open and his stone-like musculature on display. The other bots like the oldest and best two, F1 and F2, wore sunglasses, full suits, and manned forklifts. F2 had the forklift to raise Viki up. That forklift also held the magnetic curved wall to suck Viki back to the cage walls between rounds. A Shadow Enterprises guy, Hudy, manned the lift for Sara, and F1 was in charge of Megan's and the magnetic floor that could and would also suck down the sluts who got branded with magnetic iron into their bodies, hopefully in several humorous and embarrassing places.
“That's a good and loyal cattle herd,” Megan mocked, poking the O of the iron into Sara's left ass cheek. Skin reddened. Sara yelped and straightened up. The magnetic metal was deposited into her booty cheek. It should stay there the entire fight. The iron rod was left with a hot circle at the end, until Megan pressed the button on the stick to spew more liquid magnetic material into the branding area.
“It's not really branding,” Robert clarified, while rubbing his nuggets. “It would seem a fighter wouldn't want too many attract deposits in their skin, but it could help save your life if you fall through the open floor or lessen the jerk, pull, and pain of between round holdings.”
“Did you dream up all this shit, Viki?!” Sara asked, rubbing her bottom. Robert and others were guilty of watching this. Sara added, “You can't just try to beat me in a regular fight?!”
“I'm a thrill seeker,” Viki said. “If you're a pussy bitch afraid of heights, it's not my fault. Foxy Corp had this idea. I can fight with weapons. I'll brand you my bitch and deposit cum all over you when I've sufficiently broken your body and made you beg me up there. You won't make it past the first round where we fence with the irons. Regardless of which happens first, I'll snap your neck and impale and fuck you through that soft navel.”
“I'd aim for your mouth with this,” Sara said, taking the branding iron hand-off from Megan, “but I want you sucking dick as you die.”
“Be a good cow, Viki,” Megan said, trying to quickly snatch another iron from the coals and singe Viki's boob. Viki turned around to evade, and Megan got the metal deposit and burn to hit the Russian between the shoulder blades. White bra material crisped and burnt. Viki's chest heaved and her hard nipples poked the see through silky white material. She scratched at her back and howled in fury, pain, and irritation. There was a red outline around the metal O in her back. Megan handed the iron to Viki. Viki snatched it, and tried to turn it on Megan. F6 tackled Viki into Robert, who had just gotten to his feet. They sandwiched her, and used lots of robot strength to wrap her up and walk her to the forklift skid and magnetic wall piece with it. The magnetic wall was not electrically charged nor on, so Viki's back did not suck her towards the wall.
The busty babe with the bronzed skin and tattoos of words on her arm, Viki, stuck the branding rod between her legs and clenched her toned thighs around the ribbed handle. The hot red circle and metal filling between it glowed bright. Viki aimed to fix her bra in the back and then the front, but only gave the fans what they wanted by accidentally tearing her own bra. She let the ruined brassiere hang over her scrumptious lumps until the motion of the lift turning her towards the door on the cage made the lacy white material fall. It took to the wind several stories high like the feathers of a bird. Viki fearlessly hopped into the cage and landed her heels on floor bars. She wobbled back and forth to gain her balance instead of standing where the crossing bars met and could provide enough space for her feet. Viki's boobs swayed along with her body. The branding iron fell and landed flat over two floor bars. Viki grinned and made herself as small and compact as possible to hop between bottom bars. Her breasts rubbed the metal and she reached up at the last second to grab a rung and hang on for dear life.
“WOO!” Viki shouted, looking down. “Now this is a rush!”
“I would laugh my ass off if you fell,” Megan said. “Then I'd take the fight for you, but with the magnetic floor underneath.”
“Chicken!” Viki taunted. She made a flapping motion with one arm and mock bocked repeatedly.
Sara rode a lift to the other end of the cage, holding an iron like a sword. She had incredible leg strength and was lithe and unafraid, but took her time feeling out the layout and if the cage would sway. It didn't and appeared to be very sturdy even when she jumped. She wanted to see the best way to keep her feet comfortable and to not fall through during battle. She noticed Viki's iron nearby and made a move for it. The topless broad swung her legs, and leaped back up, crouching like a tiger over her weapon. Viki snarled at Sara, pounced, and smashed her chest into Sara. Sara hopped backwards and got footing. She swung her iron at Viki. The Russian dodged and laughed even as her shoulder was scorched by the edge of the iron.
“Go ahead and fight and brand each other!” Megan shouted, raising her arms in the air while being lifted up by a forklift. “Those ought to stay hot at least one round and have enough metal to make several brands!”
“I'll put one on ya, and then KILL you with this!” Viki said, doing a back flip to get back to her weapon. She laughed in a shrill and creepy way, snatching the branding rod. Sara gave chase. The Romanian brunette kicked her rival in the ribs. Viki jabbed the iron at Sara's face. Sara barely dodged, feeling the heat pass her nose and smelling carbon and burnt flesh from the rod's previous deposit. Viki kicked Sara's thigh. She pulled back the iron to strike again while reaching for Sara's hair or purple bra strap. Sara swung her iron towards Viki's body, clipping her flank. The round scorching hot metal came out and stuck to Viki's skin, but the Russian barely flinched. With a boiling circle of metal hanging out of her side, the topless babe continued to aim for Sara's face. Sara blocked with her rod. They looked to be fencing or sword fighting with much blocking, back and forth, hopping from bar to bar. Sara didn't press the button to get more liquid metal yet, trying to whack the attract metal disk further into Viki's body. The Romanian struck Viki's sideboob, ribs, and hip with the rod and mostly punches. Sara's hands grew sore. Fingers had been burnt. Her earlobe felt like it was on fire. Sara's bra got singed by Viki's lower stab. The ruthless Russian cuntbusted Sara with a direct kick to the groin. Sara buckled and saw the neon red light of her foe's iron.
The underwear model and veteran sexfighter, Sara, let out a curse and cry as Viki's branding iron stuck the heated magnet to her cheek and jaw. Viki then slammed the iron tip at the bottom of the cage, trying to break it. Sara saw the sparks fly and heard the brander snap as Viki mashed the iron down again at the cage bar. Sara kicked Viki in the mouth. An arch of blood flew as the topless combatant's head went backwards. Viki stepped back gracefully and with poise. Sara aimed to brand Viki's belly, but it was blocked. Viki shot hot liquid metal out of her rod. Sara put two hands on her weapon to try and strike it into Viki's temple. The clashing metal pieces snapped the ring on Sara's iron, making that sharp and lethal too. Sara noticed the magnet floor going underneath the cage. She threw her sharp branding iron at Viki's foot. Viki hopped. The iron bounced on a cage bar and sliced into Viki's thigh. Sara socked Viki in the stomach. The Russian's abs tightened.
“Getting scared and desperate already?!” Viki asked, pulling back her makeshift lance. Sara grabbed Viki's wrist. Their legs tangled, fighting for footholds lower. Their sultry bodies crashed together. Supple breasts and ass cheeks shook and jiggled on impact. Nails clawed and raked arms and pulled hair. Sara stepped onto the floor that Viki didn't know or care was there. Sara rifled her patella into Viki's kidney.
“Keep telling yourself that,” Sara said, bashing her face into Viki's mandible. The warm metal plate in Sara's cheek burned Viki's face and lips, roasting and scoring the brunette's kissers. That stuck them together for a moment, and allowed Sara to slam her knee into Viki's kitty. White cloth wedged into Viki's pussy. She moaned and released grip of her stabbing item. Viki punched Sara in the head and kicked across Sara's stomach. Sara came away with the weapon.
“Take it,” Viki said, still prancing like a cat over the bars instead of using the floor. She headed for Sara's stick and bent over. Sara sliced skin off Viki's shoulder with a lunge and stab. Viki said, “Fuck!” Blood squirted into the air and then down Viki's arm and over her succulent sweaty orbs. She armed herself, and the ensuing clash of iron was deafening. Sara saw the two cage walls going over the sides of the latticed wire. Viki knocked Sara over the head with her branding iron middle. Sara wanted to kick her foe in the protruding disc or in the stab wound. Sara's foot smashed into Viki's armpit and sideboob. Viki clipped some titty tissue and stripped Sara of her purple bra with a vicious poke through. Sara nearly took out Viki's eye. The razor point sliced Viki's cheek. The air began to feel very charged around the fighters – even more so than usual from serum or serum air.
The two rods clanged together with both topless fighters trying to strike one another. The x made by the weapons clung together like it was glued, and Sara felt the magnets trying to rip the rod from her grip. Sara stomped Viki's ankle. Viki found the floor, slipping, and then turned her aggression onto boxing Sara in the belly. Viki came away with both weapons in her hands. The pull backwards sent one of the branding irons flying and sticking into the wall near where Viki had entered the cage. Sara put a round of punches into Viki's midsection. Viki drilled Sara in the jaw and on the metal deposit there. Sara's jaw rattled. She returned a punch to bloody Viki's nose, but the Russian was tough and focused. Viki grabbed Sara's hair with the hand that also held the iron. Sara's brown locks tangled into the heated stick and burnt. Viki dizzied Sara with a blood splattering left handed haymaker punch to the mouth. Sara got off a kick to distance them to Viki's sternum, before stumbling. Sara had lost some hair and hurt her feet and ankles flailing.
“Boring round,” Megan said, looking across at the huffing and gasping contestants.
Viki roared and broke the rest of the curled branding tip on cage wall metal near Megan. Megan leaned back and sneered. Viki tried to pry the deposit in her side out with her fingers, but couldn't. She grit her teeth and stabbed herself, opening the wound, and slipping the metal out with a leveraged carve. Crimson spilled from Viki's flank wound. The circle got sucked to the floor and clanked hard. The pull of magnetism went full blast. Viki's fun bags flopped around as her feet flew out from under her. Viki's back smashed into cage wall and metal sheet. She dropped the iron to stop that from sucking her down, leaving her bent over and bleeding with her butt cheeks separated by cage bars.
When Sara went flying towards the opposite corner of the cage, her ass hit the sheet wall, but the floor pulled her face down. The deposit in her cheek kept her glued to the floor and the constant pull and pressure made her twitch and squirm. The cage bar floor was very uncomfortable too, digging into her chest, waist, legs, and arms. Sara's rump raised as she tried to get up. The magnetism was too strong. She pulled at her face. The round metal piece wasn't imbedded too deep at all, but she couldn't get it out with her fingers. It wasn't too hot, it just wouldn't come out, even when she scratched, clawed, or had a good grip. She couldn't be left like this unable to defend or she was in big trouble!
Megan flung open a cage on the door diagonal from Viki and or Sara. The actress had wanted to make a cool entrance, but the door slammed against the lattice wiring, and Megan looked very clumsy taking her first steps onto the magnet flooring underneath the cage bars. Megan's spiked and goth boots went CLANK CLANK CLANK as she tromped over to Sara with a smug grin. Viki struggled with all her might, shaking like a crack fiend, but looking more like a prostitute. Viki's sweaty bosoms swayed and blood spilled from the wound in her flank slowly. Viki shouted, “FUCK you, cocky BITCH! Let me at her!! That's my prey!! If I get my hands on a rod, I'll get your whore ass stuck to one of these walls and I'll BREAK you so HARD I'll make you suck your own DICK!”
“You're both so helpless,” Megan said with a wry smile. She lowered her black pants, sticking her hands by her hips and pelvis and pushing down. Megan flopped the big fat black Fuso out. Her waistband made the thick plastic go straight up and bang into her belly higher up than her navel. “It's so hot,” Megan said, rubbing the veiny portions of the prosthetic with a hand. Megan licked her lips and sauntered over to Sara. The Romanian wriggled her tight ass so that it was attracted very hard to the floor, hoping that could pull her face up. Sara saw the spikes on the toes of Megan's boots. Megan aimed to impale Sara in the face and possibly kill or maim her with a kick! Sara grimaced and put her arms up to defend. Megan cackled and followed through with her kick, puncturing Sara's arm. Megan said, “I wouldn't have done it if you hadn't blocked.” Sara moved her hands, groaning and inspecting the gaping holes pouring crimson in her forearm. Megan then booted Sara so hard in the face with the flat side of her boot, that the brunette in the purple lingerie finally got her face dislodged from the floor. Sara's back arched awkwardly as her butt was still stuck down. Despite her jaw being cracked, she put her hand over the deposit in her cheek to try and keep that from having such a strong pull.
“DAMMIT! MEGAN!” Viki growled. “I didn't think I'd be stuck – winning!”
“You're not winning,” Megan said. “Barely winning; maybe. You're both a bunch of pussy losers.” Megan grabbed Sara's hair and forced the Fuso into Sara's mouth. Sara was very attracted to Megan, but wanting to win this fight. Sara normally was a better sport when tired and beaten, but she wasn't beaten. Instead of sucking Megan like a sub, Sara bit down on the plastic mushroom cap. Megan howled. Sara guarded her hurt jaw. Megan fired her reactionary punch right into the deposit on Sara's face. Megan's knuckles hit metal and bled. Sara tried to tear the tip in her teeth, but Megan shoved and pulled out. The walls behind the chain links receded and F6 said, “The round timer is up, Megan.”
The Foxy Corp heiress let out a bunch of curses like a drunken sailor, reaching out for Sara, and clawing her shoulder. Sara got to her feet as the floor pulled away from underneath the bars. Megan's Fuso bumped Sara's belly button. Sara uppercut Megan in the crotch. She kicked Megan's ankles, and the black haired broad didn't realize that she needed to balance on bars. Megan fell down, slamming her head and back hard. Her tits flopped out of her top. Sara slammed a knee down across Megan's thigh, careful to place herself well on the bars. Then Sara clawed at Megan's pants, tearing the seam at the crotch. Sara felt little lines or wires going into Megan's private area, and attaching to the clit. In the process of pulling her top back down, Megan got very horny, rubbing her breasts. Sara pressed down hard on the wires and pushed up towards them to try and rub, stroke, and clench Megan where it counted. Megan squealed with double delight. Her eyes crossed. Her tongue lolled. Her thighs clenched, and Sara saw off white liquids spritz from two areas – between the hole in Megan's black pants, and out from the Fuso like a rocket.
Sara felt the cage rattle and sway. She looked up in time to see that Viki was likely to obliterate her face with a kick. The charging brunette in the white panties was so focused on Sara, she didn't see the bullet of fake cum fly from Megan's Fuso. The wad of artificial semen slopped right into Viki's eye. Viki's kick went high, clipping Sara's head.
“YOU fucking SLUT!” Megan roared. “Made me cum! I'll do worse to you!”
“Ms. Fox!” F1 said, speaking up and out more than he ever really did. “The metal in your boots is different than the deposit. The magnetic pull is growing.” Megan looked over her shoulder with wide eyes. Her body began to swivel and turn. Her feet went up into the air, her legs spread, and she went flying towards F1's lift with the metal floor. Megan turned and wailed. Her elbows hit the metal sheet, then her tits slammed down hard, leaking scarlet and lactate, and finally her chin bonked. Megan tumbled and shrieked, touching her injured areas. She curled into the fetal position, which was just an excuse to play with herself and the Fuso.
The topless Romanian kept her low blows going. She mashed her patella into Viki's pussy, and then the wild models embraced with savage wrestling fury. Sara tried to pull down Viki's undies and finger her. She banged her skull into Viki's throat and collar. Their hands clasped. Their arms raised grappling. Their chests banged together with such vigor, Sara was sure her breasts were getting worse than what Megan just got. Viki's tits were supple, but slapping hard, and all the meat behind those sacks wore down on Sara's pert rack. It stung and hurt. If the intense humping motions were indicative of the post fight sex, the loser was going to get a hardcore banging into orgasmic bliss. Sara locked lips with Viki, unable to fully depants her earlier. She tried to trib and lock lower lips. There were gasps and bites with both women looking down and trying to keep their footing. Viki practically tore a hole in Sara's mouth as Sara entwined her legs around Viki's thigh.
“I'LL SNAP your twig arms too!” Viki declared, pushing Sara's arms back. Sara had given up that battle of strength to focus down low. Sara's legs were superior, and had helped her in many fights. Sara squatted and aimed her butt metal for the floor bars, feeling the pull. Sara turned her face, and then whipped her head back the other way too quickly, jarring her own neck – but she and Viki tumbled downward. With their hands freed up, Viki grabbed inside Sara's mouth. Sara pulled Viki's hair. Viki tried to headbutt her foe. The Russian's face hit a floor bar. The bars were uncomfortable on Sara's back, but Viki was slightly dazed from the doozie of a fall to her forehead mostly. Sara pumped her knees up and into Viki's body, and tried to snare her neck in a headlock. Viki shook free of that and locked her arms up under Sara's armpits. Viki's naked ass cheeks shook. Her exposed vaginal lips were getting a lot of blood flow and she smelled sweet and seductive with serum affected pheromones. Viki roared and incidentally lifted Sara's butt from its magnetism. Sara kicked Viki in the cunt and mashed an elbow across the tanner fighter's nose.
The Romanian lingerie model looked graceful now on the cage bars. She hopped once and kicked Viki in her flank wound. She hopped again and alternated feet to kick Viki in the grill. The busty Russian flailed and spun. Sara leaped into the air, aiming her ass at Viki's back. The two deposits stuck together. Viki had nice abs, but couldn't hold that much weight up high – too much pressure on her back. Viki doubled over, grunting and spitting. Her big bosoms mashed into her knees. She tried to push her knee caps up and straighten her legs. Sara fired an elbow backwards, blaring the bone into Viki's temple. Viki tried to grab and claw Sara, but mostly missed. In turning, she gave Sara a perfect target to open her tight lipped mouth with a bow to her clenched teeth. Viki gasped and fell forward. Her strong legs broke the straps of her white panties, leaving her butt ass naked.
“I TOLD you to END the round NOW!” Megan screamed.
Sara clenched a fist with anger, knowing that although hurt; she was doing well, and maybe could've pushed a win. Sara saw the floors and the walls coming and skipped towards the edge she was going to be sucked to. She wiggled her booty and let that stick. Viki moved her taut buttocks between bars and began to sit up. She scooted back, seeing the floor and Megan coming, riding it. Megan was crouched down low, and snagged Viki's ankle. She held Viki in place as the floor continued sliding. Megan rode it masterfully, dipping her knees down onto the sheet, and then up when floor bars needed to be hurdled. Viki's back deposit clanged to the floor. Her back arched. Her orbs protruded with hard nipples. Viki punched the floor and clawed her back to no avail, kicking at Megan and into the Fuso. Megan stared at Viki's well endowed front. She sneered and then buried the spikes of a boot into Viki's underboob flesh. Viki bit her lip to not howl. Megan stomped Viki's belly. Viki grunted and couldn't fold. Megan cackled and trampled her heel into Viki's abs. Megan then sat down atop Viki's bruised stomach as the Russian reached up for her.
The Fuso wedged between Viki's cleavage mounds. Megan spit in Viki's face and grappled with her. Viki spat back. Megan banged the rod against Viki's heaving hooters. She slipped the tip into the titty puncture wound, but it didn't go much of anywhere. Megan said, “I could really open these up and ruin them. That's exactly what I'll do to all of you when you lose!” Megan's hormones raging gave her more power. Viki was also tired from fighting Sara and getting her back sucked down. Like a horny dog, Megan humped the Fuso between Viki's boobs and made Viki punch herself. Megan made their arms fly down and push Viki's tits together. Megan splooged on Viki's chest, chin, and collar.
The torture specialist, Megan, was too busy enjoying herself again, to see that Sara was freed from magnetism. Megan squatted over Viki, dipping her Fuso dick into Viki's wet pussy. Megan plunged deeper and thrusted hard, shaking Viki's arms while in complete control.
Sara reached through the cage lattice to the wall wear a strap-on hung. Sara stripped out of her purple panties and geared up for fucking. She could've leaped onto Megan's back, but still had an eye for Viki. Sara bumped into Megan's behind and grabbed her haunches. Sara tore off Megan's pants and smacked that ass before forcing the dildo between Megan's booty cheeks. Megan continued to cum all over like a porn star taking products to squirt for effect. Sara massaged and clawed Megan's chest. Then she grabbed hair and neck.
“Ew,” Viki complained. “I got Fox spooge all over me.” She punched Megan in the gut while getting up, and then delivered some sweet chin music. Viki then kicked Megan in the leg. Megan's feet shuffled. The Achilles of her boots with the spikes stuck into Sara's calves. Sara slung Megan down hard. Sara aimed a punch for Viki. The crazy Russian walked into it, taking the fist to the jaw. Viki karate chopped Sara in the neck where Sara had strained earlier. The naked Romanian winced. The dildo wagged and wobbled. Viki made herself as small as possible and dropped through the bars as Sara kicked and tried to grab her. Viki reached up. Sara tried to stomp Viki's hand, but the bronzed skin gal was like a monkey, swinging her tight ass up and through the bars. Viki's engorged bosoms nearly got her stuck. Sara turned to smash a knee into Viki's face, but got pulled by the dildo out of position. Viki got up and kneed Sara in the ribs. Sara kicked Viki right in the ass. Viki punched Sara in her busted jaw. Sara saw stars. Sara tried to snake a kick into Viki's crotch. The Russian was too close for good impact. Sara's heel felt the grime and goo left by Megan in and on Viki. Viki chest bumped Sara. She pulled Sara's hair, and attacked the weakened mandible spot again. Sara rocked Viki in the chin, but Viki was right up on her, and the punch was weak. Sara slapped a hand at Viki's vag. Viki bashed an open palm into Sara's neck and below the cheek deposit. Sara's head snapped back. Things went black for her.
The nude brunette with the tattoos went to the cage lattice sides. She jumped, bounced off the middle, and grabbed the top of the cage to swing. Before Sara could recover, Viki delivered a KO kick to Sara's nose and mouth. Blood burst from mashed and broken flesh. Sara may have fallen through to her demise if she hadn't gone into a corner with the walls and floors coming on again. “No, no NO!” Viki shouted, hustling over to the fallen warrior. Viki plopped Sara over her knee like a rag doll. Viki's back went against the wall. She shoved Sara's cheek against the wall too. Little crackles of Sara's neck sounded. She murmured, completely helpless, unless she was going to snap her own neck to stop from being fucked. At this point, the Romanian was willing to play along and be the sub. She had fought back and nearly won in such a weird special arena bout.
“I won't let you fuck her all to yourself,” Megan said, strutting up to the scene with her boots loud on the bars and metal floor.
The Russian scowled and took off Sara's strap-on. Viki got herself situated and dressed to be the dom, and entered Sara doggy style. Viki couldn't penetrate and move as she wanted, but made up for that with rough hands, hair pulling, spanking, and kiss/bite/nibbling. Megan picked up a branding iron. Viki noticed this, and Sara sighed as the scintillating punishment sex subsided momentarily. Viki guarded her face. Megan slammed the rod over Viki's shoulder. Viki winced. Megan sank the toe spikes of her boot into Viki's knee, and then whacked the branding iron across Viki's face. She bludgeoned Viki atop the head, and as if that wasn't enough, the Fuso wearing female lifted her leg high band buried her heel into Viki's mush. The only thing that kept Viki up and from falling over was the deposit in her back. Viki hunched over, drooling blood; dazed, and with the dildo lodged between boobs and the tip at her busted lips.
“That's what I like to see,” Megan said. “So humiliating. Turn the magnetism off!” Viki collapsed to the ground. Sara would have too, but Megan held her up. Megan plopped Sara onto her knees, and face fucked the Romanian wench. “GOOD!” Megan shouted. “Know your place, ho! I'm number ONE around here, always and forever! You got your ass kicked up here by a first round loser!!”
“Viki's way better than that,” Sara began, but then the Fuso got forced deeper down her throat. Megan yanked Sara's hair and cranked Sara's neck while forcing the oral. Megan then put her hands behind her head and finished with so much satisfaction and a primal cry, that the sound of the killing kick was nearly drowned out. Megan booted the side of Sara's head to SNAP her neck. It wasn't quite Sara's signature kill, but all the jizz bubbling in Sara's hot mouth made Megan feel a slimy sort of good. Viki awoke from her stupor and felt that Sara still had a pulse. The Russian grabbed the broken branding iron. She threw Sara down and then pressed the dildo into Sara's navel. Viki humped and put hands at Sara's ears to break the neck further and CRACK bones to make the loser like an owl in head rotation. Viki then lanced through Sara's lean tummy with the iron, and scared Megan off shaking the weapon at her. Megan was greeted by F6 for some sex or she might have fought Viki. Viki fucked Sara's tummy wound with the dildo and then got Sara's neck broken 270 degrees twisted.
The naked Russian let go of the victim's head and body. Viki pumped her fists and roared in victory. She tore off the dildo and threw it at Megan, disrupting the actress's fun with F6. Viki eluded Megan who gave a half assed chase. Viki got on Hudy's lift and lowered to safety while the other lift brought in healers to bag Sara. “I'll fight you next or Sara in a rubber match anytime!” Viki shouted. “Otherwise I'm not wasting my time with this EMCASA bullshit!!”
“Go fuck yourself, Viki!” Megan shouted. “Your kinks are nasty and ratchet!”
“You're practically fucking yourself with that bot,” Viki said. “You like demons and blood, weirdo.” Viki was still jacked up on serum, and tried to seduce or straight fuck Robert and Hudy. Both of them seemed like they wanted to, but stage fright, a sense of honor and duty first, or something stopped them. They distracted her long enough for other androids to be able to sedate Viki with darts.
While fornicating with F6, Megan whispered, “Let's kill Viki while she's passed out at climax.”
“You're in charge,” F6 said. The Fuso and F6's member clashed. He was good with his hands inside of her. Megan programmed him that way. Megan's eyes lusted over in white. Viki was taking a nap, but would still break like the rest of them. Another corpse and nut busting for Megan sounded like the best way to end this Cage Battle in the Sky. People were sure to talk about this one and get hooked on EMCASA now. Stupid Viki and Sara. They were so good to beat and fuck.
