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EMCASA Fight for League Leadership: Sara C vs Bianca Juicy
The Foxy Corp Spanish estate on the coast in many ways could be like a beach paradise. The grounds were surrounded by dozens of loyal androids in business suits, acting as bodyguards and servants. Although the first season of the European Model Cagefight and Sexfight Association was over and won by Romanian Sara C, many fighting women were still at the estate. There were plenty of opportunities for big money fights, research to be done on serum, drugs, and new technologies like ai, robots, and mind control to be a part of. After winning the tournament, Sara C had been given the leadership reigns of the fighting league, purchasing a lot of new sex toys and expanding the scope of when, where, and how fights would go. Megan Fox, niece of Foxy Corp owner and operator Justin Fox, had always been in charge of EMCASA, but had decided to take some vacation time and pursue other interests after losing in the tournament semifinals to Maria and her creepy curse powers. Megan was back at the estate nearly full time again now, yet it wasn't Megan who had a fight to regain EMCASA leadership today. She was to be a spectator again.
Sara C had lost a fight to Bianca Juicy and turned over leadership and the excess league funds to Juicy; an ambitious tan skinned broad of bimbo proportions. Juicy had proven to back stab and do whatever it took to get an edge. She would have lost in a leadership fight to Sara's dirty blonde haired Romanian peer, Mandy, if not for Juicy cheating and using explosive devices in the cage. Juicy rested on the beach with a cohort of power hungry women – none of them seemed to honestly like each other. Juicy wore black sunglasses and a skimpy bikini. The white bikini design was busily brown, green, and blue in floral looking lines. It reminded Sara of a peacock. Juicy was always flaunting her body – and rightly so. She was hot and sexy. Her big tits were crammed into the top with cleavage and sideboob skin galore getting tanned by the Atlantic Ocean sun. The top had an extra strap at her sternum. In similar design, the bikini bottoms had an extra unnecessary decorative strap at her waist. Juicy should have been inside getting ready for the fight and greeting all the guests and celebrities she had invited. Instead; she lounged on a towel on a beach chair, letting Megan and the Foxy Corp androids receive the guests. Juicy normally was trying to show off for men and others. Sara noted Juicy's change, and chalked it up to becoming jaded as a leader or something nefarious.
Sara should have been getting ready for her fight too, but she'd been basking in the sun as well. The day wasn't too hot. The air was brisk and the view of the Ocean was delightful. Sara sat up, putting her hands to her blue bikini top. The straps had been down for tanning purposes. Sara had long sandy brown hair and a conqueror's intensity to her gaze when fighting or taking things seriously. She was lithe, incredibly resilient in a fight with bone breaking and jujitsu skills, and had been using her legs a lot recently to excel in competition. Sara preferred to be surrounded by the likes of her mentor Antonia (who was away performing music) and Ozana, but it was her friend and rival Mandy at her side now.
“Your tits look great,” Mandy said, swiping Sara's blue bikini top. “Show 'em. It's about time to fight anyway.” There was a pause of silence. Mandy was obsessed with her own big boobs, knowing how to use them to attract fans and high up people in the company with resources and protection. Even Delia's android, Robert, who originally was supposed to be an exclusive mate for her, seemed to like and play to Mandy's bimbo games as he was allowed to gain some former memories and was perhaps not designed or spawned the way many other androids were.
The topless brunette, Sara, gulped down electrolyte water from her bottle to be ready for the fight. This match was agreed to have no serum so the fight could be short and brutal with a focus on fucking the loser long and hard. Healings were meant for repairing or resurrecting killed or injured fighters, but they could also be cosmetic, adding tattoos, changing hair length, experimenting with bone lengthening, breast or butt expansion or shrinkage, plastic surgery to a degree etc. Sara had not done or requested any changes to her body. The size of her chest was not as important to her as it was to Mandy or others. Mandy left her compliments at that, and Sara grunted, trying to take back her top. It looked torn. Sara got up to stand taller than Mandy and said, “You ruined it. I guess I ought to go down to the basement anyway. The audience will get a short fight with no serum.”
“I think that bitch is cheating,” Mandy said, grabbing Sara's wrist and pointing at Juicy. Juicy slowly sipped from a water bottle and made a face like she'd ingested something syrupy and bitter. “She hasn't been drinking that like it is water. Serum keeps you pretty well hydrated. I should be in charge and meeting and greeting all the fans and studs.”
“You and Juicy both like to make a show of things and have tons of options at your disposal,” Sara said, elbowing Mandy in the tummy.
“You get tons of fights and to fuck lots of losers,” Mandy said. “You get tons of fights and lose your fair share too like you don't even care, but I kind of get it. I'd rather win all my fights and have some strong male side pieces.”
“You gotta stop fucking with and fucking Robert while Delia's away,” Sara said, walking towards the mansion side entrance. “She'll kill you, and he's not fully an android or like the others. Everything he sees gets recorded.”
“I know,” Mandy said, grinning. Robert got out of the ocean with his swim trunks highlighting his better than average package. He had a muscular body, neatly trimmed beard, and a certain swagger and posture that was reminiscent of his old self that was appealing. Mandy clutched Sara's arm like a school girl and added, “I'd fight Delia. If I get killed, who cares?! As long as I get a threesome with Robert. Beat this cheating bitch, Juicy, and then let's have a mass audience for me and Delia claws out. … I like that Robert wants to and doesn't want to be with me all the time.”
“I'm rooting for you, Sara!” Robert said, allowing his gaze to linger on Sara's naked bosoms for a moment. He liked that, and also, fans and people who would buy his footage of things liked that sort of lewd camera positioning. “I'm going to dry off, change, and get my position set for recording. I don't want to be in anyone's way. There will be plenty of men eager to be the lap you sit on Ms. D.”
“Shut the fuck up, Robert!” Mandy said, twirling a blonde lock of hair. “Call me Mandy. I know it's a formal fight with audience. Maybe I'll be like Sara's coach tonight.” Mandy rubbed Sara's shoulders. Sara shook her head and broke away from Mandy. Mandy would follow Robert into a bathroom likely. She would try to hook up, but Robert would be too focused on timing, being prompt, and doing duties such as recording that trumped a quick blissful tryst.
The black and white tiled floor of the basement was largely covered by chairs like you'd see in a movie theatre. Juicy had wanted to make this cagefight area more public friendly. Further away from the cage, the leather reclining chairs were on risers with cup holders and sliding table pieces. It tended to be a little cold in the basement, double noted due to Sara being out in the sun too much. Sara's long hair was just barely too short to cover her nipples even if she bunched it all at one side. Sara stood by a cage door, watching the audience spill in and androids serving them alcohol, food, and refreshments, and likely a lot of other possible drugs. Megan and her mate droid F6 sat in a throne right near the cage with Megan refusing to be lap dog, but sitting in an awkward tangled way with the lean and only blond android man.
Bianca Juicy flirted with a few important looking men with her sunglasses atop her head. She held her water bottle and took a sip when no one was looking except Sara furtively glimpsing it. Juicy's long black hair was still in a messy ponytail bun. Juicy largely relied on her boobs and body to impress. Androids had other EMCASA fighters including Mandy sectioned off near the back and side close to the marble staircase leading down to this area. Juicy made for the cage door opposite Sara. She took off her sunglasses, crunched them in her hand, and said, “That's your bones when I'm done with you, Sara. You won't win or take over. You can't, you washed up cunt!” Sara strode over to Juicy. Juicy hastened to beckon Bianca Fund with her hand. Then Juicy yelled at Fund like she was a minion, “Fat ass, B! Come ON! We don't have all DAY!!” Sara snatched the water bottle from Juicy, glad to feel that it was mostly full. Sara stood back as Juicy swiped and missed trying to get the bottle back. Sara squirted some juice into her mouth, and definitely tasted serum.
“Mandy's right,” Sara said. “You are trying to cheat!” Sara threw the water bottle into Bianca Fund's belly. Fund was a brunette Romanian rival of Sara's who was always trying to climb the ladder of success and power typically in nefarious ways. Fund liked to fight with her ass and behead people between her buns. Some women had trouble digesting or smoking serum. It was designed to be injected directly into the bloodstream. Sara hadn't ingested that much serum. She had already turned the switch in her brain with mindful breathing, focus, and determination to be ready to fight and kill her foe.
“Shallow accusation,” Juicy said, looking back at the fans. She nodded to Bianca Fund, who ran off to dispose of the serum water bottle evidence. Megan rolled her eyes.
The babe in the blue bikini bottoms, Sara, grabbed Juicy by the shoulder. She pulled Juicy forward and waited for the ponytailed pugilist to turn around. Sara threw a punch. Juicy's blocking hands knocked into her own face. Sara buried a fist into Juicy's belly. The tan Barbie proportioned gal hunched, gasping. Sara's punch wasn't that strong. Juicy's belly was upset and rumbling. She was having complications from trying to drink serum. Sara stomped Juicy's ankle and gave her a shove. The well endowed leader lost her balance. F2 pulled a spectator from his seat so that Juicy would fall into the chair. Her jugs jiggled. Sara kicked Juicy in the side of the head. This put a stupid expression on the dazed woman's face.
“Into the cage, slut,” Sara said, yanking up on Juicy's bikini top strap. Juicy shoved at Sara. The top came off in Sara's hands. Juicy fell back into the chair like it was capable of swallowing a person whole. Juicy's hands covered her chest as she still didn't have her mind in the fight. She was looking like a damsel and appealing to the male masses. Sara was shocked as she spun with a roundhouse kick that Juicy didn't get her hands up in time to block. Blood scored off Juicy's voluptuous lips. Juicy sank deeper into the padded leather seat. Her big boobs shook, pressing into her stomach as she tried to sit up and wipe her mouth. Sara snatched Juicy by the hair, dragged her to her feet, and added, “I don't want this to be too easy. Sipping that serum seemed to backfire on you.”
“Fuck OFF!” Juicy shouted, clawing Sara's thigh. Sara kicked backwards into Juicy's pussy. Sara twirled and blasted her elbow into Juicy's navel. Juicy's dangling melons shielded the blow to a degree, but Juicy looked and felt weaker than normal. Sara sidled behind Juicy, now yanking the ponytail out. Sara pulled up on Juicy's bikini bottoms to give her a wedgie. Sara goosed Juicy's anus and then prodded and pounded on Juicy's clit and vaginal lips. Juicy moaned and showed some renewed strength dislodging Sara's hand. Sara swatted Juicy ass and slung her at the cage.
The top heavy thot crashed her skull into the side of the cage. She would have fallen over, but when she turned around, Sara met her ribs with a swift kick. It was hard to hear or know over the cheers if ribs had been bruised or broken from the blow. Juicy's back had hit the cage hard. Her Cerebellum had bounced off the sturdy metal chain links as well. Juicy flailed. Sara grabbed Juicy's wrist and socked her enemy in the teeth. Black hair whipped as Juicy's head turned to the side. Sara curled her fingers around Juicy's bikini bottoms straps. Juicy moaned as the cloth stretched and pressed into her pussy. Sara kneed Juicy in the crotch. A badly aimed punch went off Sara's shoulder. Sara rammed her shoulder into Juicy sternum and abs. Juicy leaned on Sara, murmuring with her warm big tits resting on Sara's arm. Sara tossed Juicy through the door. The wench with the wedgie hit her heel on the raised bottom of the cage opening. She spun and fell onto her back; spread eagle.
“You gonna get up, or play to my strengths and I'll end you down there?!” Sara asked, looming over Juicy and staring at the bewildered woman's wet pussy slightly revealed by crooked bikini bottoms.
“You ain't strong, ho!” Juicy shouted. She tried to sit up, but her stomach clenched, and she collapsed onto the cold hard tiled floor. Juicy fluffed her tits so they wouldn't sag at the sides. Sara mounted Juicy, sitting on her soft tummy. Juicy whined. Juicy scratched Sara's chest. Sara dropped an elbow into Juicy's eye, making a bruise. Sara shifted between choking Juicy with hands around her throat, and punching down into and across Juicy's stupid face. Juicy's skin lightened and blued. Her tongue hung out after copious blood had burst from her busted lips and agape mouth. Juicy kept trying to grab Sara to no avail.
A quickly downed fighter on serum normally bounced back strong if the opponent pressed the advantage too much. Sara wanted to see this. Juicy wasn't on too much serum. Also, Juicy wasn't a complete pushover. The topless villain bolted up, headbutted Sara in the chin. It was bad timing. Juicy was sloppy all around toady. Leadership and cheating had made Juicy grow soft, weak, and undisciplined. Juicy kicked and wrestled Sara off. She got to her feet and tossed her sweaty raven colored hair over her shoulder contemptuously. Juicy tried to pretend like it was the weight of her perfect breasts keeping her doubled over and not stomach pain. Sara tried to increase the distance between the two, knowing that she was superior with kicks and long ranged attacks. Juicy grinned and said, “Running scared after pissing me off?!”
The big boobed EMCASA leader chest bumped Sara, trying to titfight and grapple. Their legs tangled. Juicy wanted to cram her patella into Sara's crotch, but only made a glancing blow before Sara got her thigh in the way. Juicy elbowed Sara in the temple. Sara tried to duck her head, but Juicy landed a solid uppercut that rattled Sara's jaw and brain. Sara arched and guarded. Juicy ducked low and popped a fist into Sara's abs. Sara grit her teeth, but endured that better. She slugged Juicy in the jaw. Juicy's eyes crossed. Juicy threw a right handed haymaker nearly blind and jacked Sara in the side of the ear and face. Sara backed up and kicked Juicy in the flank. Juicy tried to grab Sara's leg, raking nails into flesh, but didn't get the grip. Juicy aimed another powerful punch. Sara used both hands to catch it. She stomped out Juicy's knee, and yanked their arms up high. Their breasts shaking and their lean sexual bodies arched caught Robert's filming eyes as well as the focus of much of the audience. Sara twisted Juicy's arm, getting behind her near the cage wall. Something popped in Juicy's arm and shoulder and Juicy cursed. Sara kicked Juicy in the back of the head and the neck. THWACK!
The bimbo with the bronzed skin looked loopy and defeated as she barely shuffled her bare feet well enough to turn around. Sara backed against the cage to avoid a swipe down low of Juicy's hand. Juicy rocketed a jab straight into Sara's nose, drawing blood. Sara rammed her knee into Juicy's ribs and tit. The big mound squished and offered little protection to the lower injury. Sara kicked for Juicy's kidney, but Juicy caught it. Juicy used all her body weight to try and spin Sara into the cage. Sara opened her foot as wide as possible to stomp the cage grating, knowing that Juicy was trying to trap her there. “Gotcha!” Juicy bragged, elbowing Sara in the thigh, and trying to cripple Sara at the leg. Juicy jerked Sara's foot through cage lattice and grinned. “You're done!” Juicy declared. Sara winked and swiveled her body. Her ankle between the cage metal wasn't stuck tight and rolled with her weight and momentum. Sara kicked Juicy super hard in the mush. Juicy's side and body bounced off the ground like she'd been shot from a rocket. The blood drops from Juicy's face dribbled onto white tile. Juicy tried to do a push up, but ended up flopping onto her bulbous front.
“No,” Sara said, getting her foot free of the cage and landing gracefully. She stared at her downed rival and said, “You're done.” Sara hopped into the air and landed her heel in the middle of Juicy's spine. Juicy screamed. Sara got off the prone woman. Juicy's rump was in the air. Sara kicked Juicy in the neck to secure the victory and enough damage to the babe with bronzed skin that all she had left in the tank was survival during punishment sex. Juicy rolled over onto her back after being kicked in the neck, gasping, crying, and touching her neck as if that could help put it back right. Juicy twitched and squirmed on the tile. Sara watched this like a hungry predator, touching herself.
The Romanian champion stepped out of her own blue bikini bottoms and dangled them in the air. Serum was available for her to get lost in sex, but she didn't need it. Sara shoved her bottoms into Juicy's mouth to gag her. Sara then lifted Juicy by the hips and tore off Juicy's bikini bottoms. Sara stepped in and went crotch to crotch with Juicy for a few minutes. Juicy's body contorted and she ended up on her front, taking it, and pounding a fist on a black tile in pleasure and agony. Sara clapped Juicy's ass and swatted a cheek raw before dropping Juicy down again. Sara lifted Juicy by the hair and slung her into the cage. Juicy's big rack flattened and molded against the metal. Megan was up, and held Juicy through the cage by the arms. Megan spit in Juicy's face and said, “You're no leader. I'd destroy you in a match like this. Next time I fight you, you're more than DEAD!” Juicy whimpered as the loge went over her breasts. Megan gave Juicy a titty twister and slapped Juicy's fun bags. Sara was presented with sex toy options from a portable closet on wheels. She took a vibrator and a strap-on dildo, allowing F1 to help her get the waist harness situated. Other androids sold serum to men in the stands to make them forget about others and embrace their animal lust. The highest bidders were going to get a little pumped up and pump into Juicy and maybe even Sara if she wanted it. She was in charge and dictating the orgy and gangbang from here on out. Sara had to show the men what all they could get and do as well. “This is how to fund raise,” Sara said. “A few of you can get in on this. Work with Megan and the androids while I enjoy myself alone with her for a bit.”
The dom with the black plastic dong donned rode up behind Juicy and porked her in the butt. Sara pulled hair, groped boobs, smacked dat ass, and rubbed Juicy's clit while anally fucking her. The dildo had a release button for fake jizz that Sara painted Juicy's rumbling ass cheeks with. Sara then took Juicy to the ground with a toss. Sara banged the prosthetic dick into Juicy boobs and then found the cleavage. Juicy pushed her tits together for paizuri titty fucking until Sara kicked Juicy's injured arm and it snapped. Sara pulled Juicy up by the hair and forced a blow job. She coated Juicy's thirsty mouth with jizz and cum. Sara demanded the Juicy use her functioning hand for pleasing Sara. Sara got some tongue action from Juicy as well in an area that mattered for her. Juicy slobbed all over the knob of the sex toy, getting the men throwing out money like mad for their turns.
The elegant dance of the orgy, orchestrating three different men into the fucking of Bianca Juicy was led by Sara. More than once Megan had to nod in approval at the tactics, money made, and absolute humiliation of Juicy's supple body. Juicy got fucked in and on the chairs, up against the cage, had several dicks in multiple holes at once, and played her part, sucking and giving handies like a good sub. It was hard for Sara to get a hold of Juicy after all the men had lost at least one load in or on her. Sara needed a new strap-on despite its good volume of artificial semen now bone dry. Sara had used it all. Semen dripped from Juicy's ear. She couldn't hear. She walked funny. Sara tossed Juicy down onto all fours. Sara played with Juicy's butt and pussy from behind with fingers and vibrator alike. Juicy had another explosive orgasms before Sara was satisfied.
Then the victorious nude brunette, Sara, forced Juicy's neck through a pad of a reclining chair. Juicy's head was between the metal braces. Sara tried to close the chair. CRICK. SNAP! Juicy emitted a cum guzzling cry of death. She twitched with her head turned over ninety degrees. Sara roughly pulled Juicy away from the chair and sat back in it like this was her own personal throne. Sara had wrapped her legs around Juicy's neck with the dildo hitting Juicy's face and eye. Sara jammed the vibrator through Juicy's eye to her skull – a double tap for the kill. Sara had Juicy's hot mouth at her private area. Sara twisted Juicy's neck even more getting popping and crackling sounds to drown out the cheers. Sara then kicked the corpse to the ground.
“Fatality,” Megan said. “At least we have a more competent leader again, but I'll kill you, Sara, and take it all back as soon as you're ready.”
“I'm ready now,” Sara said, standing up.
“We'll arrange something later,” Megan said, counting cash and backing off to go be with F6. Sara looked forward to that. Even with only a small amount of serum in her body, her adrenaline had been high and her fighting and fornication experience had been as good as normal if not better. It was a dominant and impressive win, and nearly guaranteeing her a steamy fight with Megan Fox again soon.
