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EMCASA Fight for Leadership: Megan Fox vs Sara C
The brunette bikini model, Sara, made her way down the marble staircase in the EMCASA estate to the tiled basement with the biggest cage for fighting. She pushed her sunglasses up to the top of her head, pushing back long dark locks. She had been out at the beach. The temperature and light adjustment inside was drastic. Sara's bare feet clomped on the staircase even though she was graceful and light footed. Hudy, Robert, F1, and other androids had helped set up the basement for the leader fight, so that Sara could waltz in fashionably late. That would piss off Megan.
“Nice ass, Romanian,” a blond tattooed man said. He was tall and lean, sitting in a red armchair pretty close to the cage; reserved for Megan's guest of honor. Sara had assumed F6 would be there. This man was Machine Gun Kelly (MGK), Megan's husband, who F6 had been modeled after. MGK added, “Do the steps again, Toots, and maybe you'll bounce out of that itty bitty black bikini top. My bae is gonna spill your blood all over this place!”
Sara kept her mouth shut. She wasn't sure what MGK was on. She tossed her sunglasses in his tented lap. He went to grab them, and helped himself to a touch of himself, before crunching the glasses in his fist. He had his own designer sunglasses. Megan really wanted to win this fight and have special celebration sex if MGK was present. He normally liked this kind of thing, but was too busy for it; and Megan liked to fulfill a lot of weird sexual fantasies to the losers without him. MGK was into seemingly all the kinkiest and most pagan stuff Megan was into as well though.
“I must say the basement looks better since you've been back in charge,” Megan said to Sara. “Less cluttered. Only a few VIP seating areas well spaced, unlike fucking Juicy bringing in risers and whoever the fuck she wanted. All these clients are quiet, not going to get in the way, and have had healings. If they are out of line, they'll be zapped. That's how it should be. Not allowing every random in who has any connection to someone hot or who has money.”
The black haired actress looked out at the crowd and the EMCASA women allowed downstairs for the event. Juicy, pointedly, had not been invited. Bianca Fund and a long leggy blonde named Emma were working hard on sucking up to Megan and becoming her most devoted and strongest lackeys. They were both formidable in their own rights. Sara's rivalry with Emma was newer and more exciting to her than the one with Bianca. Both of those women were in Megan's corner. Sara had her mentor, Antonia, and Ozana here. Mandy was miffed that she didn't make the cut for the invite. She was likely in a big living room watching the fight with other women like Emily now. With the shortened supply of serum, the usual aphrodisiac and orgy-like atmosphere of the estate had settled down a bit. Women were more likely to be in their rooms alone, but most of them were still very social most of the time.
“Do you have any last insults you want to hurl my way, before I break your body, and drag your cute ass around the crowd, getting every hungry hole filled?” Sara asked.
“I've got plenty,” Megan said, taking off her little pink woven cover up top. Megan's body was exceptionally tan, toned, and hot. She wore a little necklace with a silver dog tag with 'MGK' printed on it. Her outfit was the same one she'd worn in an iconic episode of Two and Half Men. Megan's blue jeans shorts were skin tight, showing the lines of the bikini bottoms that certainly matched the pink and maroon striped bikini top. Megan's belly-button piercing would be a nice target for Sara to aim for – and not just with punches. Megan took out her hoop earrings, which was smart, and rung her husband's erect member with one of two. They both laughed. Megan giggled. Sara noticed a small dart in MGK's shoulder where his sloppy white wife beater hung crooked. He'd been injected with just enough libido enhancing serum to not care that he was in public. He was very horny, and in all reality, Megan and Sara were too; juiced with adrenaline and left over serum in their veins coursing before the fight.
“As promised,” Sara said, getting into the cage, “we fight on no serum to see if I keep leadership of the league, or if you take it back for the time being.”
F1 scanned Sara's body with his hand and said how she wasn't on any serum. F9 scanned Megan and reported the same finding. Megan stepped through an open door to get in the cage and really slammed the door to try and intimidate Sara. Megan clenched her fists, set her jaw, and stepped forward, ready to box. Sara immediately sent a kick at Megan's thigh. The actress tried to catch Sara's leg, but missed. She clawed thigh. Sara threw a right handed haymaker punch. Megan tried to evade, but still took it to the jaw. A similar punch had knocked out the black haired beauty at a gym where this fight got hyped. Megan yelped, stumbled, and ducked her head.
The bikini model belted Megan in the flank with hard knuckles. Sara's boxing practice had really paid off. Megan grabbed Sara tight in a clinch. The hug was full of warmth, passionate heat, and anger. Sara slugged Megan in the tummy. Megan kneed Sara in the crotch. Sara should've known to guard there. The two dark haired combatants crashed into the cage bars in a full embrace, struggling wildly against one another, and now grappling with both hands tied up. Their noses and foreheads collided. Megan was humping or trying more low blows, but Sara blocked. Megan gave more than a nibble to Sara's earlobe. The slippery babe whispered haughtily in Sara's ear, “I'm gonna fuck you so hard! This crowd will enjoy your defeated body, but not as much as m—”
Sara slung the side of her head into Megan's mouth, drawing blood. Sara kicked hard up into Megan's kidney. Megan tried to grab Sara's leg and missed again. Megan snatched Sara's hair. Sara countered with a punch. Megan spun with flying elbows and got socked near the armpit, moving her shoulder blade. Sara karate chopped Megan's arm to get her hair free. Sara kicked Megan right in the spine. Megan grunted and hunched over. An uppercut from the Romanian fighter split Megan's lips. A squirt of crimson propelled into the air. Megan fell onto her ass. The tan movie star turned over to crawl towards the other side of the cage. Sara leaped into the air. Megan pulled herself just out of the way, clutching cage link iron. Sara's knee grazed Megan's ass.
“Time to get you undressed, and more ready for sex, Ms. Fox,” Sara said. She opened her palms and swatted Megan's behind, since it was presenting in such a naughty and tempting way. Sara put her hands on Megan's hips, and then tore her fingers into the denim. On no serum, and with Megan's shorts likely made expressly for the purpose of being durable and getting in Sara's head, Sara quickly gave up on the notion of using brute strength to tear through Megan's jeans. Sara's fingers plucked the bikini bottoms strap. Sara gave Megan another spank and shook her from the cage. Megan's boobs hit the tiled floor, saving her chin from a harder smash. Sara pulled Megan's shorts over her rump. The bikini bottoms slid over that tan peach bottom too. Megan reached back to not be totally depantsed.
“Strip her later!” Antonia recommended.
Of course, Sara's mentor was right. Sara got Megan's shorts off. Megan kicked Sara right in the gut. Sara reeled from the blow, flinging the shorts. Megan got up, climbed up the cage, turned, and leaped off. Sara should have dodged, but she was mesmerized by Megan's pussy right at her face for a moment too long. Megan tried to sit on Sara's chest. She aimed to wrap her legs around Sara's neck and back, but they both went down. Sara got punched in the head, but struck Megan with flailing elbows. In the scrum on the slick black and white tiled floor, Sara lost her black bikini top. Stinging cuts dripped crimson from her collar and breasts.
“I took you down easy!” Megan bragged, reaching for and grasping Sara's crooked bikini bottoms.
“I've got you right where I want you,” Sara said, throwing all her weight into Megan. There was a bite and or a kiss or two with Megan hissing and writhing. Sara's eyebrow got busted open, but she smashed a knuckle into Megan's camel toe. Megan moaned and kicked Sara in the side of the head. The ground and jujitsu specialist, Sara, swiped Megan's leg from up high and flipped the pink bikini broad over. Sara worked to bend Megan's leg like a pretzel, using gravity to help cripple and hurt her foe. Megan growled, humped the tile, and used their sweat to keep things sliding. Sara jerked at Megan hard, going for a break. Sara thought she heard Megan's hip pop from the socket, but the crowd was getting loud.
Blood burst from Sara's mouth as Megan really hit and punched hard in defense. Megan scrambled to get to her feet, limping. Sara grabbed the back of Megan's bikini top. Sara's nails raked into Megan's bare brown skinned back. Megan shimmied out of her pink bikini top. Her bottoms were riding low, leaving hip dimples and booty salivating crack showing. Sara's eyes caught a myriad of sex toys hanging against the darkest portion of the cage wall. Sara wanted to goose Megan and more, but settled for a cuntbusting patella to Megan's groin. Megan lashed out with a wail. Her elbow cracked and popped as it slammed into Sara's nose.
The two topless brunettes staggered. Megan backed into the cage wall. Strap-ons and vibrators shook. Megan turned her head to tongue a veiny pink plastic model. She stroked it, and then rubbed at her own kitty rough and fast. Sara charged. The current EMCASA leader pumped on the brakes as Megan threw a punch. Sara evaded, grabbed Megan's arm under her own armpit and tried to snap it with an elbow strike to the bicep and a twist. It was effective in getting Megan to holler, but Megan launched a hell of a knee into Sara's navel. Sara gasped. Megan wrangled free, striking Sara in the neck. The gasping models faced one another and exchanged another series of unblocked blows. Megan took a kick to her uninjured leg, and really looked to tumble. Sara got caught in the chin by Megan's fist.
Megan hobbled and bent over to create space. Sara sensed weakness and tried to kick Megan's injured leg. Megan got her succulent thigh out of the way with a giant sweeping kick of her own. Megan's foot crammed Sara's mandible something fierce. Sara saw stars. Knuckles plowed into Sara's eye. Megan's nails pierced into Sara's scalp as she clutched hair and forced Sara's head down. Sara tried to cover her face, but still took a knee to the grill. As the Romanian woman fell backwards, Megan continued the combo assault with a blood spattering punch to Sara's lips. Megan shifted her weight, grimacing, but fighting through her injury in an impressive way. Megan kicked Sara in the throat. Sara's back bounced off the cage. A flying elbow across the nose, broke bones, spilled a lot of blood, and sent Sara falling down hard. Megan hopped atop her falling prey.
The tight cheeks of the black haired gal pressed into Sara's abs. Megan pushed at Sara's face, making Sara's Cerebellum clonk on the tile. Megan shook Sara by the neck, raining down punches and elbows. It was a bloody mess quickly. Sara didn't have enough in the tank to recover. She tried to tangle with Megan and hug. Sara broke one of Megan's fingers or something, but it wasn't enough to stop a knockout blow from knocking her head down against the tile again. Sara was out cold, but only for a very short moment. Sara felt Megan's pert buns move atop her crotch. Sara then felt a dart hit her shoulder. This was just enough recovery and libido enhancing serum to keep Sara alive and into whatever Megan had in store for sexual humiliation and punishment.
By the time the former leader really came to, Megan had them both naked. Megan wore a large peach colored tattooed Fuso with piercings in it. This one was specially designed to have balls filled with fake semen to go through the rod and shaft. It had no straps, and connected into Megan's most private area. Megan used a regular strap-on dildo with a leather strap, to corral Sara by the neck. It could also be a noose for the fatality. Megan jerked on the dick piece to make Sara slide on her knees out of the cage. Then Megan tickled Sara's ears and face with the black plastic wang. She shoved it deep into Sara's throat, and pressed the release button until Sara's eyes rolled. Sara choked and spit the oatmeal like white paste all over her sexy naked body. Megan then face fucked Sara with her Fuso. Megan stroked Sara's neck, cheek, and head while barely holding in her own ejaculate.
Megan gave Sara a shove and kick, before releasing a load of fake stuff mixed with her own real juices. Sara fell over. Megan then dragged Sara over to MGK. Megan pulled Sara's arms. The horny man was all over Sara's crotch with his mouth and tongue – his pierced tongue?! MGK's hands were as rough as Megan's. It was like they were playing tug of war with her, and fighting over who got the best hole between her legs. Lots of white goo was lost like machine gun loads, and Megan and MGK seemingly played swords with one another. MGK got a handful of Sara's blood. Megan slapped Sara across the face and mouth to get some plasma herself. Her and MGK hugged together, sandwiching Sara while plowing any hole they could. The two freaks and kinks made the blood mix, and licked their hands, and sloppily kissed one another, casting Sara aside for one quick moment. The next man in the crowd with a dart in the back of his neck was wanting to get in on this badly. Megan and MGK only allowed that for a little.
To rub in the loss, Megan dragged Sara over to a few chairs of spectators to get fucked. Megan wanted to be dominant and have the best sex herself on every visit with other fans. Megan pounded Sara doggy style, clapping that ass with her hands and from the sheer vigor of the thrusting. Sara and Megan were covered in sticky emissions. This made it hard to stay rooted on the tiled floor or have stability. Megan got tired of sharing Sara, and jerked her away. Megan kicked Sara in the ribs, putting Sara onto her back; spread eagle. Megan fisted Sara hard, draping the wounded woman's legs over her shoulders. The back of Sara's head hit the ground repeatedly. She tried to shake herself off Megan's shoulders, but the winner wouldn't allow it. Megan jerked off her Fuso with her hand, squirting into Sara's face and mouth. Megan broke Sara's legs and tossed the limp doll off. Megan then stood up and said, “I've loved every second of this, but I just can't stall the kill any longer.” Megan's eyes flashed blue and twinkled. She grinned mischievously, and stomped Sara's neck and throat. CR-RUNCH!! The leather strap over Sara's mashed windpipe was also broken. Sara gasped and shook, not quite dead yet.
Megan took the black toy and placed into into Sara's glory hole to stick up like a flag of victory or a sign of how hot and turned on that Sara should be by getting fucked by Megan and this controllable little VIP crowd. Megan began to give the plastic a foot job, which in turn gave Sara some pleasure between spasms of life leaving her body. Megan then lifted Sara by the hair, straddled a leg over Sara's neck to practically suffocate her by the pussy beneath the Fuso – and then Megan twisted Sara's neck 180 degrees with a SNAP! CRACK! CRUNCH! Bone grinding fatality. Megan let the corpse drop and found that she still had plenty of sexual energy of her own to power the otherwise spent specially designed Fuso with testicles. Megan itched at those and then sat down in the armchair MGK had been in and jizzed in. Megan sat with her legs open.
“AWESOME!” MGK said. He jumped into the arms of two androids, expecting them to carry him up to a bubble bath. He was going to get relaxing drugs and pass out. He'd need it after expelling so much sexual energy too. Megan would need that too. Her adrenaline was still a bit high from the kill and the win. She looked around, smiling.
“EMCASA is and always was mine, bitches!” Megan gloated while androids bagged Sara's body.
