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EMCASA Contending for a Leader Battle: Sara C vs Emily Elizabeth
The Foxy Corps estate was never a dull place. Sara was minding her own business, doing a little relaxing on the beach, when she overheard Megan and Emily with raised voices. Sara had a nice natural tan going. She sat up from her reclining beach chair, and grabbed her white strapless bikini top with the flowery print on it so it wouldn't fall down. Sara didn't mind revealing herself in private around here or for a fight, but things had been a bit tense lately. Emily's girlfriend or maybe not; Cora, arriving and then leaving and still being a nudist had been interesting. The women who liked to walk around nude or being very promiscuous, were getting a bad reputation for some reason all the sudden. It likely had to do with Megan being in charge again, and wanting to be legitimately the most popular. In the past, records had been altered to give her the perception of being the most viewed, bought, and desired for film reals.
“Shut up, and PISS OFF, Uncle FUCKER!” Megan shouted, shoving Emily. There were rumors that Emily had sex with Justin Fox, owner of Foxy Corps. That, and Emily being very outspoken against a lot of Foxy Corps products had her like a pariah to be avoided. The black haired actress, Megan, added, “You tried to fuck your way to the top when your talent in UFSO ran out too! You're nothing to me, whore! Go fuck Robert or some ugly loser Foxy Corps rando worker! … You would!” Megan waved a fist in Emily's face. The busty blonde wore a yellow bikini and she was very oiled and lotioned up. Her cleavage was shiny, but she wasn't walking around nude or topless yet like she did with Cora.
Megan wore a black bikini and sunglasses. Her entourage and her most trusted friends or lackeys were constantly changing. In EMCASA Season One there had been Megan and the Chosen Five. Now, it was the Foxy Five, and depending on who was around, those women got a lot of extra perks, drugs, serum, fights, favoritism, etc. Inna, Iryna Shayk, Delia, Emma, and Bianca Fund were the main Foxy Five at the moment, but the pop stars were often out performing. The long blonde haired thin tall beast, Emma, also wore a strapless bikini and was one of the two to step in Emily's way threateningly. The other Foxy Five bully was Bianca Fund, using her fat ass to nearly topple Emily over with a booty bump.
Sara adjusted her teal bikini bottoms as Megan lowered her glasses to stare, while storming off to go back inside. Emily pushed past Megan's cronies and shouted, “I was drugged! I met him to talk about all the anti-depressants, ADD pills, birth control, hormone blockers, gene therapies, vaxcines, pain killers, muscle enhancers, and shitty substances with hidden terrible side effects that this company and the others he works with are pedaling and profiting from!”
“Yeah, whatever,” Megan said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “You don't get to fight me for leadership to try and change any of that, and you don't even get to talk to me. If you want a chance to get at me later, you have to beat my main competition. Beat Sara. We all know you can't. The beach side cage is open and ready now.”
“We're all experiencing serum withdrawal and other side effects,” Emily said. “Let's just be calm and talk. Then we can go nuts and fight!” The EMCASA leader, Megan, rolled her eyes, put up her hand to silence Emily, and then walked off and into the mansion. It was not like they were all junkies and addicts. In Megan's opinion; Emily was exaggerating and making mountains out of mole hills. Emily had spoken to a lot of doctors and had done more research than most of her peers to form her opinions.
“Emily vs Sara won't be worth watching,” Emma said, pulling Emily's wrist to hold her back from chasing Megan. Bianca rammed her ass into Emily's long slender torso and then kicked Emily's blue ball cap towards the ocean. One of Sara's training rivals, Mandy, grabbed Emily's hat. Mandy, who wanted to be a lusted after Barbie bimbo, was actually wearing a top with her bikini and having a normal non enhanced yet still big bust. Emma got her glass of whiskey from the female android F9, took a swig, and lost grip of Emily's wrist. Emma kicked Emily in the ribs. The well endowed blonde in the yellow gold bikini whipped around with her face flushed and her fists clenched. Emma threw her drink into Emily's chest. The brown alcohol sloped off Emily's knockers and spritzed into her face. Emma said, “As much as watching you lose is fun, I can see the videos. The androids will make sure you don't cheat and keep the fight official. It will prove that you're a weak, pathetic, loser.” Emma threw the glass down and it broke at Emily's feet. Red blood seeped into the sand from Emily's cut foot and toes.
“I kind of wanted to watch,” Fund said.
“No you don't,” Emma said, dragging Bianca Fund by the arm to follow Megan inside.
Before Emily could give chase, Sara was going to stop her. It just so happened that Mandy pulled Emily back and plopped Emily's blue ball cap back over her head. Mandy said, “Keep that steam in. Keep your hat and your head on, Emily. I don't really care what happened with you and Mr. Fox. I'd fuck him.”
“I didn't!” Emily declared. “That wasn't even my intention! He wouldn't talk to me. He wouldn't listen! Robert has helped, but he's limited! Cora is right behind me, she's just busy with other stuff.”
“Like fucking other people!” Bianca Fund said over her shoulder from the door leading into the mansion. Fund stuck out her tongue and gave Emily the finger. Emily gave Bianca the finger back, blushing. Emily brushed Mandy off aggressively.
“I'd definitely like another sexfight with you, Sara,” Emily said, “but it just pisses me off, Megan is such a child! She won't even talk to me!” Emily punched through the plastic rungs of a beach chair. Sara wondered if things were okay between Emily and Cora. Cora had a big following for mental health, meditation, suicide prevention, etc, and traveled a lot. It was possible she was just doing all of that still.
“Pot calling the kettle black,” Mandy grumbled, watching Emily kick and destroy the chair.
“I'm not going to go easy on you, Emily,” Sara said. “I don't know or care about your reasons for wanting to fight.”
“I want to be in charge to block funds made by us going into harmful substances!” Emily said, shaking off the ruined chair pieces. Her foot was really bleeding now, but she grimaced, licked whiskey off her upper lip, and put her hands on her hips. Emily added, “I don't want you to go easy on me! I lost to you in the tournament. I'd like nothing more than to beat you fair and square. No serum will be a challenge for both of us. I won't even need a libido enhancer when I win.”
“You won't win,” Sara said. She slid a hand across Emily's moist rack, and then tried to dry her hand on the yellow bikini top; mostly just cupping and shaking Em's round bosom. Sara said, “Get that slop off. I want to be able to grab and break you.”
Emily nodded. She winked, blew Sara a kiss, and then took a towel to her chest. Emily peeled off the entire top to really get the sticky liquid off sufficiently. Sara figured they would start the fight topless, but Emily but her top back on as if worried about Megan and others being mad at her already. Emily gave Sara a hard pat on the ass and said, “This is all so sudden, but I'm looking forward to it.” Emily pranced over to the cage where she was scanned by F8 to make sure she wasn't on any serum. F9 scanned Sara and the female androids in business suits shut the cage doors, entrapping Sara and Emily for a fight to the death. A crowd of EMCASA fighting women gathered around as the sun began to set.
The Romanian brunette and top contender for the next fight against Megan for EMCASA leadership, Sara, had half a notion to stomp and attack Emily's bloody foot. It made the sand in the cage underneath her look pink. Dirt clumps were covering the wounds by now, and Emily looked light on her feet, bouncing around like a jackrabbit. Robert, the one android who didn't wear suits and sunglasses all the time, clearly was watching Emily's breasts bounce. For being a shorter woman, Emily had a long torso to target. Sara stripped off her strapless white bikini top, and flung it with reckless abandon. She said, “I'm not afraid to piss of Megan or anyone else.”
“I'm not,” Emily said. “I shouldn't be.” Emily looked Sara up and down, licked her lips, and said, “Hot.” Instead of peeling off her yellow bikini top, Emily stepped up with her hands balled and rocketed a punch at Sara's jaw. Sara dodged and tried to grab Emily's arm. Emily slung her limb back quickly as if she predicted that. Emily winked and made kissing lips. Sara kicked Emily, cramming her foot into the hourglass curve on Emily's left side. Emily winced, backpedaled, and circled Sara. She bobbed up and down, trying to shrink the area of her body able to be attacked. Sara faked a kick. The feint allowed her to charge. Sara barreled into Emily, trying to plow her over and wrestle on the ground. Emily stood her ground, pushing Sara back with a bump from her big boobs. Sara clipped Emily's chin with a left handed jab. Emily backed against the cage.
“Don't be a head case,” Sara said. “Give me a good fight.”
The lean blonde looked out into the audience, made eye contact with the bearded bot, and said, “Robert. Do you think you could get that rolling cabinet of sex toys Sara got the league up here from the basement?!” Robert shrugged and nodded. Sara kicked Emily. The brunette's foot hit against her foe's crotch, instead of going up under it for max damage. Emily sidled and shoved at Sara. Sara turned, brushing her booty up against the cage links. Emily said, “I'd love to hug and wrestle, but that's your strong suit. I'm aiming to win! I'm already thinking about punishing your sexy ass. I wanna be dominant like in UFSO again. Your ass pressed against the cage. Mmm.”
F2 did not want to help Robert go to the mansion basement. Emily looked his way. Sara bent over, picking up sand, annoyed with Emily's lack of focus. Sara thought that dangling her melons would get Emily to have tunnel vision on only her. Emily definitely noticed and her eyes widened, but then she looked to the droids again. Sara threw sand at Emily. It hit the bimbo's chest. Emily didn't even notice. Sara hadn't wanted to blind Emily with a dirty sand in the face trick anyway, but still. … Emily should focus on Sara. Robert said, “I do want to watch and record with my eyes how this bout plays out.”
“Pay attention to the fight,” Sara shouted, decking Emily with a right handed hook. An arch of blood parted from Em's busted lips and splashed onto F2's white button down shirt. Emily's blue hat fell off and she likely would've fallen down if not for bounding into the cage wall. The androids all had sex toys on their person. Emily looked down and noticed the sand on her moist bosoms with a bit of surprise. Her back was arched and her long lean tummy was vulnerable. Sara aimed a roundhouse kick there. The extra time it took to turn allowed Emily to hunch. Sara's foot blasted into Emily's tit, cratering the mammary flesh and getting a nipple and most of one tan mound to flop out. Sara pressed up against Emily, trying to trip her and take her down. An elbow smashed atop Sara's head. Sara bent low, hoisting Emily and banging her against the cage. Sara lifted, bridged her back, and suplexed Emily, to slam the blonde's head down. Unfortunately the earth below was sand, and Emily flipped over, barely dazed. The nearly topless blonde got to her feet with sandy cheeks and grit her teeth.
“That was a surprise,” Emily said. “I'm focused now.”
The Romanian brunette stepped forward, uncorking another doozie of a punch. Saliva and scarlet slopped from Emily's agape mouth after taking the blast dead on the cheek. Sara followed immediately, chancing on the success of the punch with a kick. Her heel got Emily in the temple on the side Emily was dipping down towards. The blonde certainly looked dazed now, and ready to be broken on the ground. Sara set her feet, ready to fling Emily onto her back. Emily jerked her arm up as if she were possessed or being controlled by a puppeteer. Emily cringed and chewed on her own lip with fight intensity and a green twinkle to her eyes that Sara had seen before. Emily hammered down a fist into the bridge of Sara's nose. Sara grunted, winced, and felt the warm red fluid wash over her lips.
“I can't wait to fuck you either,” Sara admitted, trying to grasp Emily. The beautiful women bounced off one another. Sara scrunched her busted nose, irritated by the blood, and kicked for Emily's ribs. Sara connected with Em's soft breast tissue sideboob. It was official that Em had completely fallen out of her yellow bikini top now. Sara punched for Em's head, but the blonde raised up. Sara's attack was another tit mauling accident. Em did offer her breasts as shields a lot. Sara snatched Em's top, and slung the chesty chick fighter into a forearm lariat to the throat.
Emily's feet went out from underneath her. Her back hit the sand. Her tight ass made a hell of an imprint. The topless blonde gave her abused and engorged melons a quick massage. Emily brought her knees up, clenching her abs. Sara leaped and aimed to land on Emily's face with a heel. Emily kicked out and got to her feet with impressive ab strength. Emily was likely to bound into the cage and smash her bulbous front like a staggering weakling, when she likely had plenty of strength reserves. Sara exercised her patience, and was shocked to see Emily whip around with a kick and no acting or pretenses. Sara barely blocked. Emily had been training hard. Her body looked very taut and muscular in places. Sara saw Emily's guarding hands positioned just below her nipples. Sara formed a strategy to get Emily to really give in to protecting her girls. It was simple. Sara aimed a jab at Em's ear. It was riskier than she thought as Emily grabbed her arm and jerked it down, using her shoulder to give Sara's arm more pain. Sara kicked Emily in the underboob. Em's face reddened and she panted.
The sand covered cutie karate chopped Sara in the ribs. Emily's yellow bikini bottoms were very bunched and showing more than she intended as she kicked Sara in the side of the tummy. Sara lifted her own leg up and back to then stomp Emily right in the nipple. Emily yelped and crashed into the fence, flailing her arms. There was blood at the teat and bruising all over her savory orbs. She finally started to favor the uninjured foot. Sara rushed in. Emily used her cut foot with a lightning fast kick that caught Sara across the neck. Sara's punch destroyed Em's breast, breaking more skin open on the soft supple flesh than Sara thought possible. Em's breasts were starting to sag and not look so damn perky and round. Sara was sure Em's guard would be down now. One more big hit to the mandible would put Emily on her back in a stupor. Or Sara could hope that like Ozana could, Sara could stop Em's heart with another powerful blow to the chest.
“Being on no serum hurts,” Em whined, rolling her head about like a ram. Sara dodged and jammed the hard part under her thumb into Emily's meaty hooter at armpit level. “My tits!” Emily shrieked. Sara grabbed Emily's hair. Emily headbutted Sara in the nose and forehead. Sara staggered and punted Emily in the pussy. “UGH!” Emily moaned. “Fuck me, already!” She gasped.
“Fuck you up first!” Sara said, thinking she popped Em's arm out of the shoulder socket. Sara spun and kicked for Em's chest. She barely noticed Emily spinning with a roundhouse of her own. Em's foot clanked into Sara's neck. Sara's foot separated Em's fat titties and hit with direct force to propel Emily off her feet. Em's attack had Sara bent over and hurting. Sara was shocked to feel herself tipping forward with so much momentum as Emily went down. Emily's fingers were in Sara's bikini bottom straps, untying the teal bows at the sides of the bikini bottoms. Emily pulled Sara down atop her, stripping Sara nude, and leaning up with an elbow to Sara's jugular.
The nude brunette was not expecting to be on her back and feeling nearly crippled. Her hands and fingers were numb and she drooled on herself. Emily couldn't be in great shape either, but the frisky blonde dove forward and face first into Sara's cooter. It was clear that Emily knew how to please like a good lesbian should, and had lots of practice with Cora. Sara tried to block out the immense pleasure. She cooed and got feeling in her legs, wrapping them around Emily's neck. Sara put the squeeze on Em's neck, stopping the blonde from using her hand to stroke across and over Sara's clit. Emily licked up Sara's private area to the pelvis and then navel, forcing her arms up and into Sara's thighs to break the head scissors hold. Emily's cool nose rubbed Sara's coochie. The tonguing and lip suctions were out of this world even on no serum. Sara felt herself get lifted up. Emily carried Sara and domed Sara's bean and skull against a cage door. Sara tightened her legs, but felt things go limp and fuzzy. Emily grunted and used Sara's head like a battering ram to break the cage door open. It took three to five slams. Sara was fighting hard to stay conscious, feeling blood in her hair running over her face. It was a relief to finally be tackled to the ground. Sara got in one last good punch to Emily's face, before a downward open palm hit Sara's neck and made the brunette no longer able to respond or defend.
“Don't be scared of Megan and help Sara,” Emily told the androids. She smiled and got to her feet, standing over her downed rival. Sara's body shivered and twitched. Emily added, “Let's get Sara a little healing serum at least. Maybe we don't need more aphrodisiac, but I wouldn't mind some libido enhancers. I've won.”
There was a nervous silence and heavy breathing as Em took off her yellow bikini bottoms. Sara grit her teeth and tried to move, but barely clenched a fist. Em grabbed Sara's leg, stuck a foot into the cage link, and elbow dropped Sara's limb to force the ankle to twist and break. Sara cried out in pain. Dust clouds made the androids pause before shooting reduced serum darts. Their aim would be perfect, but better to not directly stab dust far into a fighter's body. Sara was horny already, but the serum dart kept her clinging to life and longing for Em to be rough, gentle, and long with the love making.
“You bitch,” Sara half joked. “You tricked me... Got me once. Any given Sunday.”
“Yeah, true,” Em said. “Anyone can win anytime.” Emily tribbed with Sara, bumping beans. Emily wanted her vagina in rhythm with Sara's. She lifted Sara under the arms and hugged her close. Emily had healing and strength in her serum dart for the fatality to come, so the blonde could bear the tit friction on her swollen mammary sacks. Emily kissed, frenched, and made out with Sara hardcore, while rocking back and forth crotch to crotch. The sex was rather tame in comparison to other shows. Emily did finally strap on a dildo to fuck Sara from behind while Sara was on her knees. Emily said, “I'm willing to share this hot piece of ass,” but no one really responded. Em thought Antonia, Ozana, or Mandy would get in on an orgy, but perhaps the lack of serum and current stressful environment of the league had the women more reserved and bashful or something. Emily spanked Sara's ass, fornicating, and pulled Sara's hair and neck up, doing further damage to Sara's skeletal frame, spine, and vulnerable neck. Emily unloaded some fake jizz into and onto Sara's back side, legs, and labia. Then Emily unstrapped her victory toy and flung it to Robert. He caught it. Emily spun Sara around, and shoved the brown haired lass's face into beaver. Emily's kitty was a bit sandy, but still rather clean and fresh despite all the fighting.
In victory, the naked blonde humped Sara in the face until some tongue play happened as the result of lolling or purposeful stimulation. Emily sat down atop Sara's head, tangling her legs around Sara's shoulders and neck. Emily turned over like she was going to do a pushup, nearly burying Sara in sand. Emily humped Sara in the face like she was doing the worm and flipped over one more time. The transition and turn was sloppy and brutal, snapping Sara's neck and putting the fallen Romanian's face down into the bloodied beach soil. Emily bent over, hoisted Sara's corpse under the arms, and left the loser on her back for easier healing and not as much sand ingestion. Emily brushed Sara's face off, closed Sara's eyelids in respect, and crossed Sara's arms over her perky breasts. Emily gave Sara's tummy and crotch a kiss before heading over to Robert, feeling dominant and excited about her win. Robert fumbled the strap-on, and shot Emily with a dart filled with drugs to make her calm down.
“Why'd you do that?!” Mandy asked, slapping Robert across the head. “She was ready to go! She wanted to fuck you!”
Robert scrunched his nose and realized his error. Emily gladly would've fallen into his arms and or had intercourse with him and others. She decided to present a strong front and walk off as champ for the night in the twilight. Emily said, “I'm not afraid of Megan of the Foxy Five. I'm ready to go. I'm normally ready to fuck, and full of love. I just can't accept what this company does to people and young women while we work here and don't think about it. I'm going to recover as soon as possible to be ready to beat Megan as soon as possible.”
“The Fox's won't be allowing you extra recovery drugs,” F2 said as if by command. “You can have a mini healing.”
Emily shook her head, grabbed her bikini bottoms, put them on, and said, “Of course,” in a low tone. She had won, but there was no guarantee Megan would fight her or that it would be fair.
