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It was the blonde’s first match, one she had prepared for and thought about for months. At first, all went well, and she quickly found herself straddling the face of her opponent, in a perfectly executed school girl pin – excited beyond belief that she was well on her way to a quick and decisive victory. But suddenly, as overconfidence set in, and the excitement within her churned, her opponent, a wily veteran of the ring and mat, did something unexpected. Something the newcomer did not know how to reverse or resist. Namely using her tongue and mouth – to latch on and attack with distraction, the brunette thereby draining all of her blonde opponent’s focus, leaving her lost in lust and imbalanced by impurity, as her moans echoed through the nearly empty gym. Those weaknesses no sooner surfaced, than they were seized upon, as the bottom grappler became top, the brown-haired wrestler quickly mounting and strangling a submission out of the crying novice beneath her. It was then the blonde who was forced to use her own tongue to please, much to her own anger, frustration, and gut-wrenching regret.

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Tales of the Sex-League:
Marca Battista vs. Francesca Pia

(Reader’s Choice)

Among the reigning elite, power and wealth mean everything and nothing is ever simply given away for free. The most powerful of Sexfighters gain and keep their position of dominance within their Master’s household with a fatal combination of cunning, ruthlessness, and hellish sexual power. The two women pictured above are bitter rivals. This fatal moment has been building for months as each woman has used all of her wiles to ruin the other in a cold war of sharp words and social conflict. Each trying to drive the other out of the circle of the Elite using not only their fearsome sexuality but with cunning, allegation, and scandal. Each woman dragging each other’s names and reputations through the filth before the view of their peers. Too evenly matched, they have decided to settle their rivalry in the most savage and primal manner possible.

Each of them stands eager to destroy the other utterly and claim final feminine supremacy. With the proud and jealous eyes of their Masters watching, they will meet here in a desperate struggle to the finish, battling desperately with all the savage sexuality they possess. To the winner will come honor and power as her fearsome reputation grows. To the defeated will come only shame as she is cast aside, her place and position taken from her by one of the thousand other young Sexfighters ever vying for her place by her Master’s side. It will be a conflict only one of them will survive unscathed… or perhaps, at all.

In order for a Sex-fighter to claim true and final victory over her opponent, she must steadily bring her rival to multiple orgasms, wearing out her stamina along with her force of will, until she can no longer continue. Until she lay exhausted, her mind and body broken, the last of her strength spent as she gasps her final surrender through panting breaths, barely able to weakly mutter the words that will spell her ruin. Until, once and for always, the defeated acknowledges her conqueror the better and more sexually powerful woman.

Which will stand triumphant? Which will fall? Which will survive?

You tell me…

The Rivalry - Part Five

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuck!!” She screamed as once again he had made her squirt like a god-damned fountain. He had ripped his cock out of her quivering hole mere seconds before the explosion, pulling her roughly to the edge of the bed to enjoy the show. A hot spray of her cunt juices cascaded across the hotel rug, staining it forever with her heavenly scent. Her fists pounded the mattress as she let loose a string of mad curses, fighting to get her shuddering body under control before she shook apart in that orgasmic agony. The bastard was not helping. Even dripping with sweat and battling the fatigue of a night of near constant fucking, he still found the strength to pin her to the bed, his heavy hand wrapped around her throat, as he stroked her burning clit with well-practiced fingers.

She moaned as he worked, reveling in the feel of his strong but gentle touch. He started talking to her, his deep baritone sending another lightning flash of orgasm tearing though her. With panting words dripping with sex he told her what he thought the first time he saw her, how that first look at her firm round ass had made him so hard he had gone back to his office and fucked his secretary until she could no longer stand, sending her crawling back to her desk. How disappointed he was with himself after their first night together, that he wanted to spend the whole night taking me to new heights of pleasure as he enslaved her hottest of cunts. As her eyes rolled into the back of her skull, he told her of bringing her to his hm in Barcelona, of all the hedonistic pleasures they would experience as they spent every day and night learning the secrets of each other’s bodies. He reminded her of their first mutual orgasm. It was their first night together, the room shaking as she took every last drop of his cum into her cock-hungry cunt. With each word grunted into her ear, she came again and again until her body was a spasming wreck. Once again, she felt her pussy gush. The combination of sensations had taken her over the edge again and again until she had no screaming left in her. She was a useless lump of flesh, her brain reduced to a happy pool of jelly as she allowed the feeling to consume her.

Her legs were shaking uncontrollably as she struggled to get her breathing under control. Outside the shuttered windows it was nearly dawn and their personal war was still raging. She had lost count of how many times she had cum, squirting away as he ground her endurance down to nothing. But he had cum several times himself, drowning her pussy with that first spine-breaking load which would have crippled any normal man, and splattering her breasts, ass and face as he succumbed to her ball-draining sex. Her orgasms had driven her back across the bed, head was nearly touching the floor as she leaned helplessly off the edge. She would have fallen to the rug in an exhausted pool of flesh if he was not gripping her legs in his arms, pressing those shaking limbs across his own heaving chest. His arms were like iron and his impossible cock was still stone-hard and radiating heat across her clit. She could feel his sack pressing down onto her swollen lips and weakly fought down the urge to cum again. All he had to do was slide his shaft along her clit like a bow on a violin and she would have exploded, maybe for the last time.

Instead he was kneeling on the bed stock-still fighting to get his own body back under control. That last driving fuck had taken a lot out of him. His hips had nearly buckled under the strain and his balls were stinging from being slammed into her dark cunt-lips again and again. She was freshly shaved and her fucked-open pussy gleamed with sweet honey. He loved what he saw. And hated it. Taking a deep breath, he filled his senses with her smell. Her perfume mixed with their sweat and mutual cum-juices. His cock twitched, the damned thing eager to get back where it belonged, eager to force him to spend the last of his power trying to conquer her cunt in a straight in fuck-match. But he had tried that before, dozens of times, and knew what would inevitably happen. Oh, yes, she would orgasm, but he would use up his own strength before the bitch emptied his balls of yet another load of precious seed.

Addison moaned low, an animal in heat, as she felt James sink his lips down along her clit. Her long firm legs, still trembling weakly, wrapped themselves around his neck and shoulders pressing him harder against her. Her fingers dug into his hair as his lapping tongue found its way between her pussy lips. She was still hanging off the bed the world was upside down and her traitorous pussy was inviting his tongue deeper. Addison moaned again as the tip of his tongue hit that special spot that only he of all men had discovered. Watching with sex-glazed eyes, she watched the waking sun announce another Saturday morning. Her moan was one of anticipation and fear, knowing that he was going to pull another squirting cum out of her, as well as of a desperate need for him to do just that. Just as she knew that she would soon feel his cock release another load of his thick, white cum deep inside her grasping cunt or across her viper-like tongue. They would both then collapse. Rest a bit. Then soon enough they would find each other again. It was morning and, despite their exhaustion, both knew that their battle was nowhere near over.

Tales of the Sex-League: Tie-Breakers

Draws do not happen very often in the world of Sex-Fighting but they do happen. Whenever two opponents are simply too evenly matched, the two Fighters must enter into a fatal tiebreaker to determine the true champion. Often the matches are ranked as a “first submission wins” or “best of three”, but usually it’s simply “first to cum loses”. But the tie breakers are what Real Sex fighting is all about. Locked in a room and observed at all times via closed circuit cameras by several League judges, the Fighters must maintain mutual sexual contact at all times to keep things fair. Obviously if the woman is on her knees just sucking the man’s cock while he stands there helpless and at her mercy would not make for a fair contest. Neither would it be very fair if, overpowered by his superior strength, the woman is subject to a savage finger-fucking with no hope of resisting. It would be highly unlikely for either opponent to orgasm from just giving oral although it is of course possible since fertile imagination does wonders towards the female orgasm. Yet the best part of the tie breaker rounds are that both the Sex-fighters know that it all comes down to this one act, this one chance. It’s do or die with no mercy asked or given. Each will go all out with their seduction skills in order to try and make their opponent cum and this makes for some truly erotic matches as each battles on with every shred of sexual energy they possess to conquer their erotic nemesis.

The Challenge:  Arabella Reid (Top) vs. Diana LeDonna

Reader’s Choice

Among the reigning elite, power and wealth mean everything and nothing is ever simply given away. The most powerful of women gain and keep their position within their Master’s household with a fatal combination of ruthlessness, cunning, and hellish sexual power. The two women above are bitter rivals. Each eager to destroy the other utterly and claim sexual supremacy. With the eyes of their Masters watching, they will meet in a desperate struggle to the finish, battling with all the savage sexuality they possess. It is a struggle only one of them will survive unscathed… or perhaps, at all.

After proving herself more than a match for last week’s sexually broken  opponent (thanks to your votes) Arabella Reid stands ready to take on her newest challenger, Diana LeDonna. Which one of them will survive their upcoming battle of sexual dominance? Who will prove herself the Alpha and who will end up brutally crushed under her opponent’s 5” stiletto heels? As always….. You decide.

(Each week I will be placing up the images of two lovely women. It will be up to you, the Reader, to decide which would win a battle of cunning and of sexual power. Your vote will decide the survivor. If you have an image of a woman you would like to see compete please feel free to submit it. I hope you will find time to leave you comment below. The winner will advance to the next round. Thank you.)

Tales of the Sex-League: Jessica Sharpe vs. Kate Reigns

(I would like to thank ‘Sexfighters’ for sending me this image and giving me the idea for this story. It was a pleasure writing it. - Thank you. )

Jessica Sharpe walked out of the operating room utterly exhausted. It had been one hell-fuck of a surgery with complications that had stretched the anticipated four-hour procedure into a mind-numbing eight. The chief of surgery had asked repeatedly if she wanted to be relieved after the sixth hour, but this was her case and her patient, and she was determined to see it through to the bitter end. She had exited the operating room to the sound of cheerful but tired applause from her staff. The patient would make it, his heart able to continue beating for a few decades more perhaps, if he lost some hundred pounds and laid off the tater-tots and pork rinds that brought him here in the first place.

Jessica peeled the surgical gloves from her arms, wincing slightly at the pain and tossed it into the medical waste bin. She then practically dived under the faucet, letting the freezing-cold water shock her back to a reality that did not include blood and sponges and insanely blocked arteries. Luckily, Jim was there to stop her from falling in and drowning as she felt the drowsiness start to return. With the hands of a skilled surgeon he slid her into a nearby chair and, like the angel he was, propped her tired feet up on his lap for a gentle but oh-so-very deadly massage.

“Ooooohhhfuuuccckkk….”, she moaned, leaning her blonde head back against the medical cabinet, “that’s not fair and you know it. Damned hands of yours.”

Jim smiled that cute, slightly bent smile of his. A smile born of his perfect Aryan genes and a stray bit of shrapnel slicing across his face in Iraq when he served in an army medical unit. The bastard could have been a lady-killer if he wanted to; if his strict Texas upbringing hadn’t made him so darned noble. She moaned again, deeper, longer, as his fingers began kneading just under her toes. Jessica always wondered what those magic hands of his would feel like in places other than her throbbing feet but that might lead to other things with Jim. Things she did not have time for. Things that would interfere with her well-planned schedule. Maybe after she had become head of surgery as her life-plan demanded she would hold up her schedule just long enough to risk what those hands of his might do to her. But not now and definitely not tonight.

“A few of us are going to meet for breakfast tomorrow,” he offered, “Maybe go by the botanical gardens. They have that Japanese flower show going. I know you happen to love those. What do you say? Blueberry waffles soaked with maple syrup and then a walk through the orient?”

Jessica moaned inwardly. Yes, she absolutely adored those flowers. The bright colors, the scents, breathing in that sweet wonderful fragrance surrounded by so much life. Yes, and the unholy bastard knew it. Part… most of… Hell, all of her wanted desperately to go. Knowing full well that that “few” other people would somehow never show up. That she would end up taking a long walk through heaven with a Texas-raised gentleman with the smile of an angel and the touch of the devil himself. But not this weekend.

“Don’t get me wrong, Jim. I would seriously love to go tomorrow. But…, well, I’ve got this… this thing.” She replied, tying not to let herself sound too pathetic as she melted to pudding under the foot-rub of the gods.

“What thing?” Jim asked, confused yet still a bit hopeful of his chances.

Jessica struggled to find an answer. She might lie to him but something about that  smile of his, and those big damned brown puppy dog eyes made that more than impossible. Instead she just stuttered on stupidly. 

“Just… a thing. You know. Just … just a… thing.”

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Jessica entered the glass room, sliding her hand from that of the night’s referee. She knew the man, although not personally, the same as she knew most people in the League. She let her mind flutter a moment across his Facebook page, his League bio, address, medical records and everything else she had garnered while researching him like a certified stalker. There were times when a genius IQ, an insatiable curiosity, and a photographic memory were a good thing. Although seriously not on first dates. Crash and burn, ladies.

She adjusted the long satin robe around her otherwise naked body. The soft satin shimmered a dazzling blue and glided luxuriously across her skin, filling her with a powerful sensuality. As it was meant to do. Shifting into character she smiled widely and waved up at the surrounding crowds of well-dressed, well-mannered sexual perverts that surrounded the large glass room that would soon be her battlefield. The crowd responded well, drawn by her friendliness, drawn by her All-American Southern-girl good looks, and her open smile. Unlike the ‘professionals’ Jessica only competed a few times a year. It wasn’t like the life of a surgeon gives you a lot of free time after all. But in the little time she spent in the ‘box’ she had become somewhat of a fan favorite. Oh, she lost a good deal of her matches that was sure. But always against women with with far superior records and even then, not without one hell-bitch of a fight.

Kate Reigns was the meanest bitch in the state. Jessica had personally chosen this particular opponent herself, getting the much higher-ranked sex-fighter to challenge her the old-fashioned way. By getting on her Twitter and pissing the redhead off so badly her ears turned red. Of all things it was the casual mention of her grey roots that did it, sending the woman flying over the edge. Jessica  had meant it as a joke, but hell! she snorked, dost the bitch protest too much? She stretched her arms over her head, then to the sides, stretching out all those lovely muscles. The fight would be a true challenge, nearly suicidal. But it was the type of match she craved. One that would push her to her very limits and beyond. Far fucking beyond. She just hoped she might survive it.

The noise of the crowd had suddenly soared, and she knew that Reigns had finally arrived. Jessica took a deep breath before turning to face her. She was prepared, she thought, as prepared as she could ever be. She had spent all day yesterday resting, doing her exercises, going through hours and hours of videos showing every one of her opponent’s fights and interviews; searching for any weakness in her style. There were a few, no doubt, but would they be enough. The bitch was hard as nails and was not above fighting dirty. A dirty, tough bitch who took no prisoners. Just the way Jessica wanted her. Letting go her breath and taking one last moment to compose herself, Jessica smiled wide and turned to face her opponent.

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For Jessica and Kate, hateful and savage were words that perfectly described what was happening as they battled under the lustful eyes of the roaring crowd. Crashing their burning tits into each other with all the force they could bring, feeling their proud breasts slamming against the equally invincible breasts of their enemy; both women soon realized how equally matched they were as they screamed hot curses into each other’s reddened faces. Each grappled the other, wrapping their arms in a bear’s crushing hug around the other to keep her from escaping; pounding their failing flesh against each other relentlessly.

“You think your tits are tough, you damned bitch!?” Kate snarled, getting equally turned on and red with rage at their battle reached a frightening pitch, “I’ll crush you and leave you for dead!”

“Against my tits, yours are nothing! You’re gonna beg me for mercy, cunt!” Jessica spat back, nervous yet thrilled by the kind of desperate, will-breaking fight she had only hoped to have tonight.

Grabbing each other by the forearms, the redhead and the blonde kept crushing and smashing their breasts together, the small glass cage hey fought in barely being able to contain the brutal electricity that emanated from their bodies. The gaping crowd could only watch in wonder as the women pressed and strained, each trying to force the other to scream in surrender. But both women were equally stubborn and strong and neither was going to admit defeat easily.

“You’re enjoying this. Admit it, bitch.” Kate growled. “You’re enjoying having your tits beaten raw by mine!”

“You’re the one who are enjoying this, slut!” Jessica bit back, “Just say it and maybe I’ll fuck you to death like the good little whore you are!”

Pushing forward ever harder, Jessica felt the youthful firmness of her breasts  put to the ultimate test. They were doing just what they were meant to do, what they could do better than any other set of beasts in the fucking world; crushing and smashing the breasts and pride of her rival. But she knew this fight was going to be one of her worst and most demanding. Her inner thigh and kidney still screamed from the illegal kicks and jabs of her opponent. Kate had been called on it twice and one more red card and the fight would be forfeit. But the redhead knew what she was doing. Even with a two-count against her, her opponent was weakened. The burning pain in her side and thigh only adding to her misery. Making Jessica’s every movement an agony as they twisted and turned through breast crushing assaults.

“I’m gonna flatten your tits forever, you fucking bitch,” Jessica grunted out, a searing anguish momentarily tearing through every inch of her body.

The redhead growled, trying to crush her opponent in her arms with every last bit of her fading strength. Her own will and fierce pride running on the same roller coaster as her blonde rival. There were moments when she felt confident that her breasts had proved too much for Jessica to handle, but mere moments later, Kate found herself red-faced and tearing with pain as Jessica drove her firm tits hard into her own. She’d never come across anyone like this opponent before. Kate struggled to put aside those creeping fears; reminding herself feverishly that she and her tits surpassed any woman’s, this blonde slut included.

Determined to take the bull by the horns, Kate decided to raise the tone of their conflict, separating herself a little bit from the other woman to suddenly charge forward with a devastating impact that made both fighters grunt in pain. Spitting out an incoherent insult, Jessica returned the savage blow with her own bruised but firm breasts. The two women trembled, crashing into each other again as the pain that ran through them sent their vision reeling into blackness.

Between grunts of exertion and groans of pain, the two fighters smashed the other’s breasts again and again. Little by little, the women began to loosen their grips around the other’s torso, looking for more range of movement for their strikes, their shoulders waving from right to left, from left to right as their breasts collided in an increasingly painful conflict.

“You’re gonna regret challenging me, bitch!” Kate cried out, resolved to prove to her rival, to herself, and to everyone watching that her tits could take all the punishment the blonde could dish out in order to win.

“Give up, whore!” Jessica snarled back, hammering into her opponent with fierce eyes that looked like they’d never surrender in their mad obsession to dominate. Yet far from allowing their fatigue to claim them, the impacts came faster and faster, harder and harder, without tactics or technique, only perfectly matched frontal lunges, accompanied by grunts and curses rising in their heated intensity. Their labored breathing was broken only by heavy grunts that came quicker and louder after each brutal crash of bruised flesh.

At last, both of the women had reached their limits, and not even all the frenzied adrenaline from their sweat-slicked bodies could keep them moving. With two or three last clumsy, slow chest lunges, the women ended up standing pressed up together, their heads resting open-mouthed on the other’s shoulder. Each fighter trying to gain a moment’s rest and find some last dregs of energy for their next deadly assault.

The referee kept time of how long they spent this way, holding each other up under the blazing ceiling lights, sweating and panting under the watchful eyes of the assembled crowd, their bruised and sagging breasts throbbing madly from the inhuman beating they had  received. But with every second that passed in that awkward hug, the more hatred they felt as they perceived the insulting firmness that the other’s breasts still possessed.

“I’m gonna beat your tits to a sagging pulp, no matter how long it takes,” Kate promised, her swollen lips breathing close along the ear of her rival.

“My tits can take anything you dish out, slut.” Jessica replied, her lips against the redhead’s ear, her mouth almost touching her lobe. “Face it, you’re finished.”

“Fuck you! One more solid hit and you’re done.” Kate grunted back, only half believing her own words.

“Come on then, slut. Prove it. We’ll see who’s the tougher bitch.”

Unable to contain their hatred any longer, the fighters slammed back together again, their angrily bruised breasts leading the charge. Their pain-torn chests smacked into each other, unyielding and unforgiving in this one last attempt to achieve total annihilation… but all the women achieved was to scream in unison, the anguish from their burning chests flashing through their minds like a white-hot flash of light. All around them the crowd roared their approval as more than one couple dragged each other off to one of the many private rooms to satisfy their own desperate need to fuck and cum, their voices to be heard over the arena’s speakers to add even more heat to the erotic scene.

“Fuck you, you damned fucking bitch!” the women grunted back and forth, “Whore!”, “Slut!”, “Cunt!”, “Filthy skank!”

The exchange brought them back into deadly combat. Jessica ground her still impressive breasts hard against Kate’s, challenging the woman again to another punishing tit-fight. The redhead responded by viciously shoving her own breasts forward. Both their fleshy weapons trying to totally destroy the challenging pair; fighting to reduce their rival to final surrender by sheer erosion. But it was no longer an exclusive clash of their proud tits: their sharp nails dug fiercely into the other’s ass-cheeks as their hips and clits ground into each other’s adding a new battlefield to their terrible war.

“Is this what you want, bitch?” Jessica sneered, her mouth almost kissing Kate’s lips as she exhaled her hatred. “You want to feel my hot cunt destroying yours?”

“You should have been satisfied with just having your tits beaten, slut.” The redhead felt their hot breath mingle erotically in the little space between their gasping mouths. “I’m gonna send you home with busted tits and a broken cunt!”

“Bring it on, slut! I’m gonna make you fucking beg!”

Their tits crushed together, hardened nipples stabbing into purplish flesh, in a grinding war of attrition. Both women reeling senselessly from the anguish they so cruelly visited upon one another. Below their clits began to bang together, stabbing and slashing in a duel to the death. Pushing aside any doubts, each woman remained supremely confident in the power of their skills and their ability to withstand any amount of punishment the other had to give. Both women felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through them, pushing them into a state of victorious excitement. But, as they kept violently smashing against each other over a span of several long minutes, their confidence started to falter.

“Why don’t you just give up?” both complained at the same time, hot tears now running down their faces as the pain and exhaustion grew almost too much for either to handle. Again, both imitated the other with another burst of rage. “Die you fucking whore!”

Losing control, the girls released the other ass to start pulling their  rival’s hair while, from the breasts to the thighs, they crashed their hot bodies together in furious frontal lunges. The frenzied anger that each woman felt for the other grew and grew with each punishing blow that they were forced to take from the chest, belly, pelvis and thighs of their opponent, an abuse that ended abruptly with one fatal lunge.

Seizing Jessica by both ears, Kate drove her tongue deep into the woman’s open mouth, sealing their lips in a grueling kiss. Taken completely by surprise, Jessica’s eyes flew wide as a rush of endorphins burst into her bloodstream sending her soaring into a new level of sensual ecstasy. Her concentration broken for the slightest of moments she was completely vulnerable to Kate’s brutal pelvic attack. Kate’s thrusting clit drove straight into Jessica’s own swollen nub, sending a sharp spike of agony through her, straight up her spine and into her brain. Her knees, already made of rubber, gave out beneath her and she fell face first into the blessedly soft carpeting even as her opponent used her own momentum to throw her down hard.

For too long, far past the referee’s count of ten, all Jessica could do was roll back and forth on the rug, cupping her throbbing clit in her palms as she tried to contain the agony which was tearing her apart. Kate collapsed next to her, her mind lost in a cloud of pure pain and exhaustion not a moment after the ten-count was complete. Both women lay unmoving on the floor, each gasping for breath, each covered in purplish bruises and moaning silently as each of them finally allowed themselves to register the searing agony that they had for so long been fighting to ignore.

The crowd outside the box stood up as one, their roar of approval splitting the air. Unable to help themselves, diamond-clad women dropped to their knees to wrap their mouths around their escort’s straining cocks. The men grabbing their lady’s expertly done hair and fucking nearly an hour’s worth of pent up seed into their throatsas they continued cheering the fighters now motionless and barely able to breathe in the center of the arena.

As Jessica lay there, slowly recovering from her sudden and painful defeat, she could not help but hear the whispered words of her opponent who lay not a few feet from her battling to keep her own quivering body in one piece. “no fucking rematch… no rematch…” she kept repeating in quick shallow breaths. A sure bet that Jessica would demand just that… and very soon.

With her last conscious sight, Jessica watched as the door to the glass room opened wide and a man entered. There was a look of such terrible and loving concern on his face as he cradled the redhead in his arms, gathering her up like a fallen child. Jessica could not help but to feel a twinge of jealousy as the woman was carried off so tenderly, so gently. to be taken home. To be nursed and cared for and adored. Incredibly Jessica’s last thoughts before the darkness claimed her were of Jim’s crooked smile. Of his deadly-gentle hands. And of blueberry waffles smothered with maple syrup. And how wonderful it would be to be carried gently home. 

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The Challenge:  Arabella Reid (Top) vs. Jewel Santini

Reader’s Choice

Among the reigning elite, power and wealth mean everything and nothing is ever simply given away. The most powerful of women gain and keep their position within their Master’s household with a fatal combination of ruthlessness, cunning, and hellish sexual power. The two women above are bitter rivals. Each eager to destroy the other utterly and claim sexual supremacy. With the eyes of their Masters watching, they will lock in a struggle to the finish. A struggle only one of them will survive unscathed… or perhaps, at all.

After her terrible and one-sided destruction of last week’s ruined opponent (thanks to your votes) Arabella Reid stands ready to take on her newest challenger, Jewel Santini. Which one of them will survive? You decide.

(Each week I will be placing up the images of two lovely women. It will be up to you, the Reader, to decide which would win a battle of cunning and of sexual power. Your vote will decide the survivor. If you have an image of a woman you would like to see compete please feel free to submit it. I hope you will find time to leave you comment below. The winner will advance to the next round. Thank you.)

The Challenge:  Arabella Reid (Top) vs. Jewel Santini

Reader’s Choice

Among the reigning elite, power and wealth mean everything and nothing is ever simply given away. The most powerful of women gain and keep their position within their Master’s household with a fatal combination of ruthlessness, cunning, and hellish sexual power. The two women above are bitter rivals. Each eager to destroy the other utterly and claim sexual supremacy. With the eyes of their Masters watching, they will lock in a struggle to the finish. A struggle only one of them will survive unscathed… or perhaps, at all.

After her terrible and one-sided destruction of last week’s ruined opponent (thanks to your votes) Arabella Reid stands ready to take on her newest challenger, Jewel Santini. Which one of them will survive? You decide.

(Each week I will be placing up the images of two lovely women. It will be up to you, the Reader, to decide which would win a battle of cunning and of sexual power. Your vote will decide the survivor. If you have an image of a woman you would like to see compete please feel free to submit it. I hope you will find time to leave you comment below. The winner will advance to the next round. Thank you.)

 
 Tales of the Sex-League: 
The champion, Tania Alvarez vs. Dakota Demarco

The two fighters arrived at the stadium amid a chorus of fervent cheers from their supporters. The building had been a large, nondescript factory complex which had been abandoned decades ago to rot amid the corpse of the small company-town which surrounded it. Bought by the State Sex-League just a few years ago the exterior of the building still held the look of a ruin, however once one had entered the well-guarded doors and passed through the layers of hard-muscled security personnel, a new world opened up before them; a world of glittering crystal champagne glasses, bright Swarovski chandeliers, and crisply dressed servants to cater to a strictly upscale crowd. The third floor of the building was given over to a sparkling bar and dinner area. Dozens of well-dressed couples sat about tables covered in the whitest of linen sharing their whispered conversations as long-legged women vied to out-do each other with the fullness of their breasts and sensual glimpses of exposed skin. Each battling fiercely to keep the roving eyes of their men firmly centered on themselves.

The second floor of the building had been removed to create a cavernous chamber out of the first. The walls were lined with red-seated balconies and darkly hidden private boxes. Built in the center of the first floor was a large glass vault of a room. Within was a simple round bed covered in rich red satin while the floor was covered in thick white carpeting to soften falls and provide a comfortable environment for the merciless battles that would be waged within. Amid the crowds, sedately dressed yet exquisite serving-girls went about taking bets from the patrons; some casual wagers and others astronomical sums which would buy and sell nations.

The champion, Tania Alvarez, entered first amid a storm of cheers, raves, and applause. She had ruled this event for nearly a year now, beating down a dozen rivals with her superior skills and far superior breasts. Her gold-streaked hair shone across her robe of purest black, the satin shimmering under the lights that lit the glass room that would soon become her battlefield. Patrons strained to catch glimpses of her long smooth legs as she arrived, which came in teasing flashes from the edges of her robe as she strode her kingdom to the lust of the men and the utter jealousy of the women. Her challenger, Dakota Demarco, dressed in a similar robe of hunter green, entered afterwards, again to the cheers of her own hopeful followers who had filled the blog-ways with boasts of how she would easily unseat the Queen. Unlike the champion, her rival was not as composed nor as patient for the start of their match. The tuxedo-clad referee had just sealed the door to the room as she turned to face her opponent.

“If you are a real champion, then show me,” taunted Dakota, removing her robe and letting it pool to the floor at her feet, revealing her perfectly toned body to the lustful sighs of the crowd. “So far I don’t see what everyone says about you. Just another aging bitch as far as I see. Come and fight me woman to woman… if you can.”

Dakota’s bared breasts frightened Tania at first. They were huge, maybe even larger than her own. The girl’s challenge was clear enough, but she was the champion and her own breasts had never been defeated. She smiled as she removed her own robe, displaying her breasts and her perfectly sculpted body for all to see. Dakota swallowed visibly when she saw the woman’s proudly standing weapons revealed. She had not expected them to be so large or so firm and she could not help to compare them with her own set.

“Don’t fool yourself, little girl. My tits are better than yours and they will grind your pathetic meat-bags flat!” the champion grinned confidently. “There is no woman who can beat me.”

Dakota narrowed her eyes. Her tone was not as calm as it previously was, as if a sliver of fear had found its way into her voice. “I’m going to destroy you“, she growled, ”I’ll crush those bags of fat you call tits. I’ll crush you and leave you crawling away in fucking tears and then I’ll be champion!”

Tania’s eyes widened at the thought of giving up her title to this cheap slut that dared to challenge her. She didn’t think twice about throwing herself at the bitch in one mad assault. Dakota was far from ready for such savage aggression and fell back a few steps as their chests collided. Both pairs of firm breasts crashed together with a loud slap and the approving roar of the surrounding crowd. The women gripped each other’s arms digging sharp, manicured nails into each other’s flesh, tits smashing together, their bodied trembling on impact as they began to grind their breasts heavily into each other’s flesh. Tania’s breasts mushroomed a little to the outside, but they didn’t seem to surrender at all to the younger woman’s tits. Each of the fighters reached out to grip their opponent’s shoulders, then began to slowly push their tits against each other with every ounce of their strength. The champion was the first to grunt, followed by a deep moan from her opponent. Neither of them seemed to want to give their rival the satisfaction to see their reaction to the erotic agony that was being visited on them by the other’s heaving rack. Dakota’s breasts held up well, curving only slightly as she met the full assault of the queen.

After the initial attack, they both slid their breasts over each other, forcing each pair to move and bend before reshaping themselves under the force of the rival pair. There were no visual signs to determine which pair of breasts had more strength. Dakota tried several times to slide her tits over Tania’s in order to get enough room for a side-ways swipe, but the champion held firm, wrapping her arms around her opponent to continue the crushing torture.

Breathing deeply, the younger fighter arched her back and pushed her tits out, pushing Tania’s huge breasts into her chest. The champion grunted with surprise and pain as her rival’s hardened nipples drove into her flesh. She gritted her teeth, not believing she was in trouble right away. She arched her back, pushing back into her rival’s attack, her own diamond-hard nipples digging spear points into the girl’s breast meat.

“Face it! I’m flattening those weak and saggy tits of yours!” Dakota wailed out.

“Are you blind as well as stupid, bitch?” replied Tania with an angry hiss, “I can already feel your empty bags bursting against me.”

Dakota grunted in surprise as Tania thrust her left breast hard against the young woman’s tit. Dakota returned the favor a moment later, hitting the champion’s right tit as hard as she could. Both women broke away a bare few inches before slamming their breasts together in one mighty ‘Slap!’along with the savage cheering of the crowd. Each of them clenched their teeth, fighting back their screams of anguish as their flesh burned and bruised under the punishment.

The challenger slid her hands over Tania’s arms, positioning her as she made to continue grinding her tits forward as before. But her opponent slid her breasts down before she could consolidate her grip and threw herself upwards in a brutal uppercut. The champion’s tits punched the lower part of Dakota’s breasts, sending them flying upwards in agony. The woman wailed at the sudden impact, obviously in pain.

“You see, bitch?” asked the champion while slamming her chest upwards again, watching Dakota’s once incredibly firm breasts flying towards the girl’s face bruised purple under the assault, “Your weak little breasts can’t stand up the strength of my stronger tits and you fucking know it!”

Now at the advantage, Tania continued with her attack, slamming from left to right and violently twisting her hips. Her right breast slammed against Dakota’s right side, making her breasts fly to the left. The younger woman swore loudly, her face twisted in pain as she suffered through enemy’s breast-bursting assault.

"Did you really think you could compete with me, bitch? My big and powerful tits are destroying your pathetic breasts without wasting a drop of sweat!” Tania laughed loudly between savage slaps of breast-meat, “I think it’s time to accept the truth! I have the better and stronger tits, and only I can be the Champion!”

Still struggling to deal with the pain slicing across her breasts Dakota growled furiously and violently pushed forward. Their breasts were pressed together again, locked against each other without either being able to gain advantage over the other pair. But this time, their breasts didn’t have enough time to rest and regain their firmness before the two women crashed together again. They grabbed each other once more, each taking the other’s arms, as they slowly ground their tits together. Neither showed signs of hesitation nor surrender, as sweat began to make their breasts shine under the overhead lights.

The gathered crowd watched in awe as the champion’s huge breasts bent sideways, then swelled, regaining once again their perfect shape. Dakota’s powerful breasts did the same as they spilled out from the side of the champion’s attack. With each collision, the slap of wet meat filled the room inspiring gasps of awe and not a few heated crotches from the crowd. Not a few seats had been emptied as their occupants sought the privacy of one of the many side rooms to satisfy their aroused lusts, their own moans and shouts filtered to the main room to add to the terrible sexuality of the battle.

The faces of the two fighters contracted in agony as the struggle continued, with both women failing to hide the agonizing pain tearing through their mushrooming racks. Dakota, tired of the continuous grinding, took a step back. She bent to her knees, rising immediately to raise her big tits suddenly in a powerful uppercut. Tania quickly stepped back to avoid the threatening blow, smiling.

"You don’t think that I would fall for … FUCK!” as the words died in her throat.

The champion had fallen into her rival’s trap. As soon as she had taken a step back, Dakota reached out and grabbed her upper arms immediately. The young woman slammed forward on her toes, driving forward, hugging her opponent when her breasts pressed in over Tania’s trapped breasts.

“You’re mine, slut.” the young woman whispered, smiling venomously.

Tania found herself fighting desperately against the surprising strength of the young woman. She groaned as Dakota’s breasts slammed down repeatedly on her own, punishing her sore nipples with each hit. Her breasts flattened for a moment while her young rival redoubled her assault. The champion groaned and narrowed her eyes at the pain whenever she felt her enemy’s tits squeeze down to crush her breasts.

“Do you feel it? Do you feel my better tits crushing your fucking balls of fat?” Dakota asked with a cruel grin as she continued to push her tits down. “I’m going to ruin them. I’m going to leave them flattened purple bags forever. You’ll never recover from this!”

Tania grunted as her breasts were slapped down by another blow. She could feel herself weakening, her knees turning to rubber beneath her. The face of her young opponent practically beamed in triumph while her lips had drawn into broad and smug smile. Dakota pushed her breasts forward and the champion groaned in misery as she felt her breasts being pushed outward by the young woman’s firm tits. She was breathing heavily, fighting to find the strength to go on. She felt her own grip slide from her opponent’s seat-slick shoulders down to her arms.

“Just look at how your tits flatten and spread against my own!” Dakota boasted, sure of her imminent victory. “Your old, sagging breasts are more pathetic than I thought!”

Tania looked up at her with seething hatred in her eyes. The young woman was dominating her. She, who was the champion. She who stood unbeaten since the moment she joined the League. No, she couldn’t allow it. Tania glared fire into the young woman’s eyes, and Dakota stopped laughing when her opponent suddenly gripped her behind the neck and slammed her breasts upward. Both pairs of breasts exploded in pain, but this time it was Tania’s tits that took the best of the attack. The pain that burst through her breasts was unbearable, but neither was Dakota unharmed by the brutal assault. The young woman groaned in agony when her breasts met those of her rival once again in a brutal, forward grinding confrontation.

“Nooooo…” Dakota groaned, tossing her head back in utter misery.

Tania laughed, her mind now numbed to the terrible agony, her body beyond mere exhaustion, banging her tits against Dakota’s again and again. Dakota trembled under the assault; her flesh being pounded raw with each hit as the champion’s mad laughter filled the glass room. She tried to back away, but the champion grabbed her bruised upper arms and held her close. The champion’s tits slapped into her own, moving like a machine as the young woman’s breasts were hammered flat. Suddenly weak, Dakota felt her legs give out under her and, with a scream, the young woman fell to the ground.

Tania took a few steps back, admiring the defenseless young woman as she struggled to take in gasps of air. Her breasts were on fire and it took all she had to resist cradling them in her arms and giving into the agony with her hot tears. Instead she stood above her falling opponent smiling. Powerful in her victory. All around her the crowd erupted in applause, giving her the lusty adulation she craved straight down to her bones.

”Looks like I’m the best after all, bitch,“ the Champion taunted, standing with her fists mounted proudly on her hips. “Back to the sticks for you.”

"Fuck you, you old whore,” Dakota replied as she tried and failed to pull herself up from the carpet. A carpet now stained with their combined sweat, “I’m going to destroy you completely the next time we meet!”

“You’re finished, bitch!” Tania replied, reaching down a bit too shakily in order to gather her robe from the floor, “Next time we meet, and that is if there is a next time, I’m going to insist on a full-on sex-fight so I can finish you once and for all.”

The roar of the crowd was heard as Tania made her way to the now open door. The League referee stood there, holding out a dozen red and white roses for her as helped her down the few shallow steps and walked her through the admiring crowd. Along with the cheers of acclaim came the well-mannered requests for a private meeting and the less mannered offers of a private fuck. But her husband was waiting patiently in her dressing room to dress her and to take her home. He knew just what she needed right now, and heaven knew it was not a fuck. When the door finally closed behind her and the noise of the crowd drowned off, she fell limply into his embrace as he pulled her down into his lap like the smallest of kittens. He stroked her sweat-soaked hair tenderly and whispered silent words into her ear as he rocked her softly in his lap. And his whispers were not about hard fucks or her big, round tits or how fucking hot she was. They were about warm baths and Epson salts and warm cuddles and sleeping in until Tuesday afternoon. Tania smiled, drifting off to sleep, her agonies slowly forgotten. Yes, the man definitely knew what she needed.

Tales of the Sex League: The Rise of Heather 

Part 4 

Once the decision had been made, those few aspiring Sex-fighters chosen to compete at the year’s League tryouts are all called in for a final interview before the fateful competition finally took place. It was a competition many of the girls would not survive, some indeed ready to fight to the death for the few coveted spots available on the year’s roster. The interview ahead would test their poise, their manners, their ferocity, and their utter dedication to be the best. Those that were chosen would be picked up by one of the League sponsors; clubs, teams, organizations, or even individuals who took in a likely Sex-fighter and lavished her with the best trainers and lifestyles an aspiring Sex-fighter could dream of. Many of them hoped to be picked up by one or the other clubs that they favored, but ultimately it was the sponsor’s decision. 

Cameras were placed throughout the waiting area and each fighter knew that they were being watched. Each knew that one or more League scouts might have their eyes on them that very moment looking for the hottest, sexiest, and fiercest Sex-fighters to recommend to their employers. Which was why these calls always eventually descended into a massive and no-holds-barred sex-fight as each fought to out-shine the other in a ferocious melee of thrusting fingers and grinding bodies.

The fevered moans, the screams of victory and wails of defeat could be heard well within the next room where the League administrators waited with blissful patience for the first of the melee’s exhausted survivors to walk through their door and claim their rightful place in the League.

His mistress looks almost exactly like you, and yet it is she that stands in your way. All that stands in your way.

In her eyes you see the same love, the same fierce devotion, the same powerful emotions that burn so brightly within you, but it is exactly that which makes you hate her so very much.

Her lips are no less supple than your own, calling for you to kiss them sweetly, softly, lovingly, and yet it those very lips that she wraps around your man’s hardened cock each lust-filled night. Her kiss that tempts him.

From her very first strand of blond hair, to her perfectly pedicured toenails, which look to be painted the same shade of red as your own, you find her enticing beyond all measure, and yet….

… and yet you must battle her, best her, beat her, ruin her utterly, all whilst resisting your urge to fall under her spell. Such a burden she shares with you as she finds herself seeing you with the same eyes, struggling with the same terrible desires, ones which rage through her quivering body with no less intensity than your own.

But perhaps afterwards … after you have broken her, after you have forced her exhausted body to surrender to your own. After you have bent her shattered will. After you have shown her that it is you who can better use your tongue, your touch, your kiss, your sex… proven yourself at last the superior woman and lover for your beloved… then perhaps you and she may begin anew. As friends, as lovers, or with she as your slave, and you as her loving mistress.

Either way and from this day forward, she will no longer stand in your way.

Tales of the Sex-League:

Leticia Longati vs. Gabrielle Jackson (Bottom)

(Reader’s Choice)

Among the reigning elite, power and wealth mean everything and nothing is ever simply given away for free. The most powerful of Sexfighters gain and keep their position of dominance within their Master’s household with a fatal combination of cunning, ruthlessness, and hellish sexual power. The two women pictured above are bitter rivals. This fatal moment has been building for months as each woman has used all of her wiles to ruin the other in a cold war of sharp words and social conflict. Each trying to drive the other out of the circle of the Elite using not only their fearsome sexuality but with cunning, allegation, and scandal. Each woman dragging each other’s names and reputations through the filth before the view of their peers. Too evenly matched, they have decided to settle their rivalry in the most savage and primal manner possible.

After her crushing defeat of Carmen Rossi in last week’s Challenge, Leticia Longati stands ready to face her latest opponent. Gabrielle Jackson has fought long and hard, training her body and honing her sexual skills in order to become one of the Elite. Even after watching Lecitia’s latest victory, she believes that she is the better woman and the better Sex-fighter. She has offered her challenge. 

Each of them stands eager to destroy the other utterly and claim final feminine supremacy. With the proud and jealous eyes of their Masters watching, they will meet here in a desperate struggle to the finish, battling desperately with all the savage sexuality they possess. To the winner will come honor and power as her fearsome reputation grows. To the defeated will come only shame as she is cast aside, her place and position taken from her by one of the thousand other young Sexfighters ever vying for her place by her Master’s side. It will be a conflict only one of them will survive unscathed… or perhaps, at all.

In order for a Sex-fighter to claim true and final victory over her opponent, she must steadily bring her rival to multiple orgasms, wearing out her stamina along with her force of will, until she can no longer continue. Until she lay exhausted, her mind and body broken, the last of her strength spent as she gasps her final surrender through panting breaths, barely able to weakly mutter the words that will spell her ruin. Until, once and for always, the defeated acknowledges her conqueror the better and more sexually powerful woman.

Which will stand triumphant? Which will fall? Which will survive?

You tell me…

The Rivalry - Part Two

If you would like to read: Part One

Their battle had gotten intense over the last few weeks. Desperate and savage. His cock and her cunt locked in a seemingly endless war as each of them fought to drain the very life from the other. She could still feel her pussy lips throbbing painfully from his last hard driving fuck. Her once magnificent breasts ached from the grip of shockingly powerful hands as he had filled her to bursting with a flood of cum that had exploded perfectly against that internal nerve bundle that had finally betrayed her. She had collapsed screaming on his sweat soaked chest even as he surrendered the last reserves of his all-too-potent cum deep into her hungry cunt. She remembered their bodies shivering against one another’s as he held her tight to him with those steel-corded arms. As her traitor-cunt milked his throbbing shaft frantically for every last drop of his precious seed.

Again, and again they had recovered and fucked just to collapse again exhausted and unable to go on. Their mouths finding each other once more; finding, tasting, tongues licking and teasing, their mutual fires rising once more, eager for their next frenzied battle to begin. Biting her lips in an audible hiss, she thought of the long lines of red she had raked across his arms, back, and stomach with her long, manicured nails as he had driven her once again into quaking madness. Her flesh stung with pleasure as she ran her fingers across the bruises he had left on her arms had thighs as she had forced him to cum deep into her grinding pussy or between her heavy but firm breasts in thick streams of white. They had fucked each other blind with neither one of them backing down. Two titans locked in a seemingly eternal struggle for domination. She knew she would eventually break him. She had felt him weakening. His strength ebbing. She had felt him shuddering on the verge of collapse. This time she would crush him. This time she would destroy him.

At first, they had fucked every night…ruthlessly pounding each other senseless into early morning. They had each arrived to work exhausted. The evidence of their struggle evident in their tired stares and lethargic gait. Only their mutual hate drove them on. Their murderous glares shared across the boardroom table. The air thick with tension. Barely controlling the urge to leap upon the other and continue their battle to the death right here. Right then. Letting the others watch in muted awe as the victor stood proudly over the tamed and broken spirit of the vanquished. Their war had taken them into stairwells and supply closets too as their venomous need to kill and to fuck had forced them to tear into each other until neither of them could find the strength to stand.

But soon enough it had become apparent that their work had suffered for it and the effects rippling through their departments was noticeable. Worse yet it had encouraged minor players to attempt moves against them in their distracted state. A situation that could not be allowed to go on. Together they had turned raptor’s eyes against their rival and destroyed them one by one. Two Alphas whose ire had been raised by the foolish pack, ruining them one by one. Lives and careers going down in flames before their hungry gaze. And so, they had agreed that their battles would be only on the weekends. Now each Friday they had driven their separate cars to that out of the way hotel. They had left instructions to the front desk that they were not to be disturbed… along with a fat wad of cash and fake names…. no matter what the other guests heard through the shaking walls.

They had been fucking for over 5 hours now and the bedsheets were stained with her pussy juices and powerful bursts of his hot cum. The wall was scared with her pounding fists and the headboard had long ago cracked under the strain of his iron hands. Whatever staff or guests were nearby had been driven off, terrified of their screams, their curses, their violent roars.

“I have him right where I want him now” she thought with the glint of a victory soon to be realized shining in her eyes, “the bastard was foolish to let me get on top. I’ll finish him off once and for all!

That last eruption of cum, which still burned hot on her painted ass, definitely took a lot out of him. She could see how he was struggling to even put up a defense as her mouth savaged his cock, her skillful tongue sliding up and down his twitching shaft. Both of his hands were gripping his hair, his face twisted fiercely in an effort to maintain control.  She had maneuvered him into this position with her on top so that she could keep him pinned and could deep throat his dick at will.  She moaned, her eyes glazed over with lust, thick saliva drooling down along his trembling shaft, as she took his cock deep into her mouth working him up to his final and fatal orgasm. His tongue was not doing anywhere near the damage to her clit that her mouth was doing to his straining cock. She pistoned her mouth up and down trying, though somehow failing, to take his huge shaft of hardened dick-meat down to the balls, trying to siphon him dry.

She could feel him trying to hold back and knew that he was nearly finished. She raised her head for a few critical seconds to gloat, “This dick is mine now, asshole. Once my juicy lips wrap around your dick again, I’m going to suck those weak little balls dry!”

As she moved in for the kill, she gasped as he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back away from his cock.  She could not reach him with her lips, strain as she might. She began to moan as he slid one finger into her ass and drove his tongue deeply into her wet pussy.  She was being tongue-fucked and ass-fucked by his finger, something the bastard knew she adored, even as she fumbled clumsily trying to finish him off with her hand. She moaned even louder as he got a rhythm going with his tongue and finger, sliding in and out of her holes to the pounding of her racing heart.  She panicked as he hit the jackpot with the snaking tip of his tongue that sent a shudder through her entire frame. She continued trying to get her head free of his grip. She knew that she could still finish him off with her mouth, if only she could reach him with her drooling lips. She screamed breathlessly, eyes pinned closed, as his finger and tongue became too much for her to resist. Her body locked, frozen for a terrible instant, and then began to spasm and shake as he finished her off with his tongue lapping at her bursting clit.

She could feel him pushing her limp body off of him. He was weak and he had to take a moment to pull himself back from the edge. His breathing was heavy, and he still shook from effort. Pulling her knees slowly under her she buried her head into the pillow and raised her ass, daring him to fuck her. Shit. They were both weak. Drawing on their last reserves.

“Give it to me, you fuck. Show me you still have something left in that pathetic dick.” She could barely get the words past her lips in a ragged breath. In moments she could feel the head of his cock rubbing past her swollen clit. Fuck. She could still feel it quivering. FUCK!

“Come on! Fuck me! You’re ready to cum and you know it. You’re fucking done, you… fucking… pathetic… BASTARD! FUCK!”

His hands slid up her sweat slick ass and gripped her by the waist, locking her in place. In one long slow thrust that pressed straight past her clit he was inside her. They were both shaking. Each of them desperately trying to steady themselves. Each preparing themselves for the end. Then they thrust into each other once more, their hell-borne screams shaking the walls.

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(Note: Since Tumblr has decided to mess up all my stories by deleting all the ones with even a slightly erotic or sexual image attached to it, I have decided to go back and re-post them with images acceptable to the sexless prudes they have decided to employ. This was one of my first efforts. Simple. Perhaps a bit crude. But I managed to re-work it a bit. Hopefully you will enjoy it. - H.B.)

The Rivalry  - Part One

The steady banging of the headboard shook the walls, each one echoing like a gunshot in her ears. Between them their hate-filled curses and furious cries could be heard far past the confines of the small hotel room they were currently demolishing, both of them lost in the death-throes of their murderous encounter. The hotel concierge had taken pains to make sure that the rooms to either side were bare of patrons. Complaints about the frightening screams of lust and hate tearing through the thin plaster walls had grown nearly intolerable, as well as the wonton destruction of all-too fragile furnishings that bore the brunt of their mutual loathing. Only their savage reputations and the hefty security they lay at the desk each night kept the terrified staff from calling the police. Instead they were just given the key to a room on a floor judiciously abandoned and allowed free reign to murder each other throughout the long and deadly night.

They had been fucking for hours now. The bastard had made her cum half a dozen times, her body straining under the grip of one spine-twisting orgasm after the next. He had covered her bitten and bruised breast-meat in thick ropes of white cum which burned across her dark flesh. More than once she had collapsed to the bed, fucked past exhaustion by his hell-forged cock and powerfully muscled body. Each time she had dug deep, gnashing her teeth, defying him with the might of her insatiable womanly sex. Night after night, fuck after fuck, he had held on; each time surprising her with his stamina and skill. How many times had he cum, roaring in surrender as she forced his balls to unleash the last dregs of his pathetic seed across her sex-battered body? And how many times had he slammed his eternally hard cock straight back into her, finding his revenge in her breathless orgasmic wails as the bed shattered beneath them?

But now she felt him weakening beneath her. His breath becoming labored and ragged as he pounded his cock up into her dripping pussy in an ever more erratic rhythm. His handsome face burned red and was twisted in agony, biting back the fatal explosion that was soon to finish him off for good. Gritting her teeth, she moved in for the kill. She’d fuck his brains out, draining his balls to dust between her thighs, and leave him unconscious or dead once and for all. Opening her eyes weakly through the haze of her own weariness, she saw herself in the vanity mirror that hung across the room above the ruin of the unlucky vanity that bore the brunt of their first fuck of the night. Her long, raven-black hair was matted along her shoulders and her proud skin glistened with running sweat. Her arms and breasts were purplish with bruises and bites borne from his strong and merciless need to punish her as much as she tortured him.

Their hatred had gone far beyond a mere workplace rivalry now. Her rise had been meteoric and sure before she had met him. How many challengers had she faced and crushed in fierce corporate skirmishes that left their careers bloodied and ruined corpses behind her as she fought her way to the golden promise of the boardroom? But this one had challenged her at every turn, giving as well as he got, defying her unquestioned supremacy with a ruthless ambition that matched her own. It had become personal now. Their bitter rivalry had turned into a violent, unrestrained hatred and now she was going to dominate him in the most primal manner possible. She was going to fuck him blind and leave him for dead. Establishing once and for always which of them was predator and which was prey.

She rode above him, her sharp claws buried in his chest, rising and falling as hard as her shuddering body would let her, engulfing his cock within her gaping cunt when she vented through panting breaths, “I’m going to destroy you… take what’s left of your fucking balls … and there’s nothing… nothing you can do about it, you… you… fucking… BASTARD!“

He started to lunge up into her desperately, fighting to hold on. She shot upright, grasping his balls, forcing them up against her swollen cunt-lips trying to force him to burst. But it didn’t work.  Unthinkingly she had put herself in the perfect position as she leaned back into his thrusts. The head of his thick cock was hitting places that felt too fucking good!  She was forced back further, and he still battered her, with what she felt must have been his last reserves.  If only she could take him … make him erupt… feel that glorious surge that would flood her cunt with his last ounce of strength… finally break his will with her terrible need for his cum… but the pleasure that continued to flood into her clouded mind, rising up from her battered cunt, was becoming too much to bear.

Two minutes, five minutes, ten, the pair of them struggled. They growled, screamed, spat hot curses again and again, continuing their brutal fuck without stopping until finally he exploded deep inside of her. Her pussy convulsed madly, draining him of every last drop of thick spunk. It felt as if he was firing cannon-shots into her womb as he continued to pound up into her leaking pussy.

His orgasm was crippling as they collapsed into each other, their bodies shuddering, mouths hanging open in shock. Too tired even to smile in triumph, she slid from his thighs with her legs still quivering, wondering if she was even going to survive her hard-won victory. Then she felt his hand gripping her arm and pulling her back on top of him. They were both exhausted and she felt the heat of their mingling sweat as their eyes locked in a tired but lust-filled gaze. His breath was hot and quiet. He could barely get the words out, his chest heaving in heavy breaths,

“Come here”, he said, “where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

He was close to done, his body and sex pushed far past human limits. Mere moments from collapse. But so was she. She fought hard not to drift off into that comforting darkness, feeling the tiredness pulling at her. She reached down to find his trembling cock still hard between her cum drenched thighs. The bastard had one last fuck left in him, and maybe so did she. Either way their rivalry was going to end tonight.

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(Note: Since Tumblr has decided to mess up all my stories by deleting all the ones with even a slightly erotic or sexual image attached to it, I have decided to go back and re-post them with images acceptable to the sexless prudes they have decided to employ. This was one of my first efforts. Simple. Perhaps a bit crude. But I managed to re-work it a bit. Hopefully you will enjoy it. - H.B.)

Tales of the Sex-League
Leticia Longati vs. Carmen Rosa (Bottom)

(Before I begin I would like to thank ‘EroticSensualBattle’ for his vote and for his ideas on how this battle should proceed. As I always say, your votes and you ideas count. Without them these posts would be dry and mechanical for me. If you like, Vote! It does not take that much and it adds incredibly to the story.  I hope you enjoy this one. - Thank you again.)

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It was a bright, cheerful Sunday early morning and the sun rays brightened up the bedroom of the sprawling yet still somehow still quaint ocean-side manor house. The bedroom carried a distinct touch of its owner, subtle yet indicative of the Latin culture of the mistress of the house. The carpet was a rich tapestry from Venice, the curtains whose delicate lace drifted in the warm summer breeze imported from Florence. There were marble statuettes and flower filled vases imported from Rome and Naples. There was a painting hanging across from the curtained 4-post bed. The painting displayed a romantic moment between a man and woman, secret lovers hidden in a moonlit garden. The art was stunning and detailed, almost lifelike. The man held the woman tightly in a loving embrace, her breasts pressing against his chest. It was an original, signed by the artist himself, not some cheap tourist’s copy.

The man in the painting was handsome, his lips red and warm across the woman’s offered cheek. He was slightly muscled with dark hair that curled gently along his shoulders. The woman was beautiful with long lustrous blonde hair, voluptuous and captured in fine detail by the painter. She had almond-shaped eyes which shone with an intense loving gaze.

Her lord and husband had presented her with this painting on their first anniversary.

A woman was on the bed, looking at a stack of photographs on top of a compact, collapsible laptop table. As in the portrait, she was far more than simply beautiful, and her skin shone golden in color. Her cat’s gaze narrowed down on a series of images that floated by on her laptop. Anyone who would have looked at those images would have gaped wide-eyed. The woman in those pictures, and her current rival, was named Carmen Rosa. She lay on a poolside chair sunning herself by the beach. The full splendor of her magnificent body was on full display. She was wearing a string pink bikini which hardly masked her massive firm tits which stood firm and proud. She had a superbly toned body but it wasn’t too slim, instead it was curvy and voluptuous.

Leticia loved being described as voluptuous, but she had always ensured that her fitness was not just left to chance. The softness of her body belying the firm muscle concealed beneath a supremely feminine appearance. She was not one of those hypocritical women who were jealous of women who had implants done, as this bitch most certainly had, but she knew that her own very natural pair were a match for any surgeon’s work, and her loving husband was immensely and vocally proud of it.

Leticia Longati was a strong, intelligent, and relatively progressive women who prided herself on her own power and will, but not one of those radical man-hating, hairy, cud-chewing feminists who hated confident and sexy men. She respected her husband, loved him in her own way, as he respected and loved her in return. Which was one of the reasons she had remained unbeaten, the ultimate Alpha bitch. The ultimate weapon in service to her husband’s growing empire.

She flipped through the rest of the photos, her eyes searching for the slightest weakness. There were five full-length videos of her soon-to-be opponent, each showing her easily dominating and crushing one woman after another in brutal sexual combat. The woman was a savage in bed. Aggressive and unforgiving. Not an opponent to take on lightly.

Leticia closed down the laptop, taking her morning cappuccino to her full pink lips, and picked up an envelope she had found on her bedside table. The picture was that of a man, handsome and lean yet having a superbly toned body. Handsome with the slightest dimples in his cheeks. Along with the picture was a long hand-written letter which simply said “I love you” in so many, many lovely words. Marco was her husband of five wonderful years. A man she respected deeply and a man who looked upon her with a fierce pride. A man who loved her sweet and loving nature, and who also knew well her other self. A sexual alpha who had clashed and dominated other women since the first days of her wild youth.

They were both pacifists in nature. They favored open discussion and friendly negotiation rather than open warfare but it when it came to their place, their power, the massive empire growing under their shrewd fingertips it seemed that every adversary they had encountered had his own personal Sex-fighter to challenge Leticia and her formidable reputation. It seemed that she simply attracted busty, gorgeous women who wanted nothing more than to compete with her sexually… and she had thrived on it. When it came, a very different woman - fiery, defiant, and fearsome - leaped out. His ‘Golden tigress’, Marco would say.

Carmen Rosa had sent her a quick and rather rude text several days before. ‘I am challenging you to a Sex-fight’, it read. ‘I am going to dominate your body and your cunt and prove myself to be your superior in every way. I will fuck you hard into senseless orgasmic jelly as revenge on behalf of all your victims.”

Leticia could have simply ignored it. She received a dozen challenges each week, after all. There was no reason to see this one as any different from the others. There was nothing to gain. No power or prestige, no great wealth or influence for her husband’s business interests. But for some reason the last line, about all her many victims, intrigued her. A quick search of her memory and the efforts of their family lawyer unearthed the fervor behind the woman’s challenge. It was many years ago, so far back that Leticia hardly remembered. One of her first matches, fought for her own place among the elites. That ferocious little woman with her ferocious dark eyes. That woman whom she had so easily crushed and brought to ruin, casting her from her life and pride, leaving her alone, unwanted, and destitute in the gutter where pathetic little whores like her belonged.

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Leticia paused for a moment before they began their battle. Around them the lustful crowd of elites cheered and ranted, their voices muted by the two inches of plastic which formed the small room that encompassed their erotic battlefield. Both women were far too experienced to take their eyes from the other, to glance into the milling crowds of well-dressed and perfumed sexual deviants that surrounded them pretending to be cultured ladies and gentlemen. By the end of their match, half would be fucking their partners raw even as the others masturbated freely, openly, in defiance of their feigned nobility. Marco would be waiting for her in the dressing room once she had finished with the slut. Ready to praise her, care for her, celebrate with her as the moment demanded. Her greatest and most cherished reward for victory.

“When I win, and yes when and not if, you will crawl back into the sewer you came from and never be seen again. I will allow you to retire without another word spoken of you. I will not use the vast resources available to me to bring you to ruin. Otherwise I will destroy you utterly - physically, mentally, financially - until you will be glad to sell what is left of your body for food in the filthy alleys. Just as I did to your whore of a sister.”

Cool as Carmen might appear, her heart was pounding in her chest, blood roaring in her veins, her muscles tightening. She was mentally urging the blonde bitch to make the first move.  Two minutes passed on in silence. Carmen was not afraid of this cunt. The blonde wouldn’t beat her, couldn’t beat her. She had battled her way to the top of her profession, her Sex-fighting career unmatched, the list of her victories for too long and one-sided for this soft aging bitch to even come close to her own immense sexual power. Carmen felt the start of a slow but intense sexual thrill burning from her core. Her body twitching in anticipation.

The brunette only nodded and said in a sultry voice, “I accept your terms. But when I win, and yes when and not if, then your world and position are mine. You will be the one cast into the gutter never to return. My sister was broken after your match. She died alone and cast off. Such will be your own fate and I will be sure to make you suffer twice the pain and indignities she was forced to bear!”

The crowd around them could plainly see that Leticia was the better composed as an angry flush of red rose in Carmen’s cheeks. The blonde decided to tease her opponent a bit before their battle began. She stepped back and slowly slid off her shimmering crimson robe, pausing as she revealed each sultry inch of her magnificent body. Carmen’s eyes were boring into her chest, roving around the swell of her massive breasts as she traced the woman’s movements. Despite her advertised softness, Leticia’s body was strongly muscled, her narrow, deep navel indenting her flat, bare belly. Her narrow waist curved out to wide, inviting hips. The crowd around them roared their appreciation as Leticia finally let the robe slide to the floor to pool along her smooth, firm calves.

Carmen let her robe fall as well. Her breasts were amazing. Perfectly shaped, high and firm, the size of ripe melons. She turned around and slowly presented herself to the crowd, which roared all the louder at the sight of her magnificent tanned and tattooed body. Her ass was perfect – heart shaped, firm and round, a perfect deep cleft separating her powerful ass-cheeks. Her complexion was dark and slowed with a savage sensuality which drove the men and women in the stands mad with urgent desire.

Deciding to go on the attack, Carmen turned and walked towards Leticia and slowly pressed herself along the blonde’s naked body. She slid her tongue out and ran it across her pinned opponent’s lips and across her jawline, repeating the motions as she drew a quiet sigh from Leticia’s lips, not kissing her, but teasing her. Slowly, sensuously, she began grinding herself into Leticia’s soft mound, moving in an unhurried but deliberate clockwise circle and then slowly counterclockwise. Her manicured fingernails slid along the blonde’s firm ass, pulling her into her movements. She did this for about a minute or two, teasing and nibbling at Leticia’s lips, and then slid back slightly and surveyed her work.

Leticia was breathing hard, her face flushed. She was aroused now and licked her lips, already missing Carmen’s teeth and tongue. Her eyes were hooded in lust and her breath came in warm, hungry gasps. She pressed forwards once more as Leticia began to slowly massage her own breasts, obviously aroused by their tongue and pussy play. The two women looked at each other, sizing each other up. On the surface, both women looked an equal match, but it would come down to each fighter’s sexual skill and stamina and which possessed the greater urge to fuck the other into mewling submission

Leticia shook out her gorgeous mane of golden hair and tossed it around slowly giving Carmen a show of her own. Her massive firm breasts shook with the motion and Carmen‘s eyes hungrily followed every bit of that motion.

From somewhere in the distance the League referee announced, “Rules. No fighting, no punching. This is not a catfight. This is a sex-fight and you can use your body to inflict pleasure in every way possible. Play fair but hard. You will go on until one of you gives up or collapses due to sheer exhaustion.”

Leticia smirked now, her composure back as she was delving into familiar territory. She was now on equal terms with this woman about to meet her in sexual battle. Carmen may have cause to be here, revenge always a noble endeavor, but this was her arena where only skill and determination would count and emotion, especially anger, was a weakness.

“You’re no match for me, you slut,” Leticia sneered. “I’ve destroyed more women than you can count. You will be no challenge.”

“I’m going to fuck you dry and screaming, you dirty cunt,” Carmen growled, her eyes heavy with heat and lust. “I’m going to make sure you’re too broken to walk when I’m done with you!”

The anticipation of the battle ahead had already made both women wet and their bodies hot with aggressive need. Leticia considered herself a sexual queen. She had dominated men and women. She had seduced politicians, their wives, their mistresses. She had made women crawl beaten and exhausted to their own men admitting that she was the superior woman. She had made seduction, sexual domination, her most powerful skill.

“Bitch,” Leticia shot back. “I’m going to fuck you so hard; you’ll have to crawl out of here fighting for your last breath.”

Carmen walked towards the bed passing Leticia without breaking eye contact and climbed on to the bed. She braced her back against the headboard and spread her legs wide, presenting her darkly furred cunt to her enemy. The women pushed themselves towards each other, their hot pussies already dripping, leaving a trail of pussy juice on the bed as they moved. Carmen smiled. Her dark eyes glowing wickedly and, bracing herself along the headboard with outstretched arms, spread her powerfully muscled legs in a direct challenge.
Both women stared down into their rival’s wet, throbbing pussy. Their clits swelled, eager to join in battle. Each licked their lips as they prepared to join in deadly cunt-to-cunt warfare.

“Come and get it, you fucking cunt,” Carmen whispered

“I’m going to crush you, you dirty bitch,” Leticia shot back.

“I’m not your bitch, your blonde whore,” Carmen snapped back. “Make me cum if you think you can. But I’m going to fuck your damned brains out long before that happens.”

The two women pushed themselves towards each other hot wit arousal. Their enormous but firm beasts swaying only slightly on their chests. They slid their legs over and under, locking each other into a deadly scissor position, twisting their hips to allow their burning pussies to slide withing inches of each other. The women’s furious eyes locked one final time…

There would be no sensual foreplay. The two women were not lovers. They cared nothing about pleasing the now-silent audience that surrounded them. This was sheer sexual rivalry and both women intended to bring the other to wailing, begging destruction by its end. They had both decided to forgo the foreplay, the clit licking, pussy fingering, breast grinding that was usually a part of such competitions. This would be a clit against clit battle to the death.

The women’s furious eyes locked one final time. Then, in response to some silent signal, both thrust their powerful cunts together, slamming into each other with all their power. Their engorged, wet pussy lips slapped together, sending a rush of sexual heat surging through their bodies. Their slits crushed tight, cunts pressing and flattening to each other with a savage hiss. Their pulsing clits rammed into each other, head to head, and exploded with ultimate ecstasy.

“OH MY GOD!” Carmen cried out, throwing back her head, her eyes shut tight as a massive wave of pleasure which arced through her. Her arms tensing across the headboard as her back arched, her spine twisting with the sudden surge of sexual release.

“FUCK! OH FUCK!” Leticia screamed, her perfect body shuddering with erotic electricity.
Their hips and asses began to jerk and ripple as they rammed their clits directly into each other. Their voracious cunts sucked tight to each other, their gaping holes sealed tight and locked like hungry mouths each trying to devour the other.

“I’m going to fuck your brains out, bitch,” Leticia grunted out, her eyes burning with desire gazing hot at Carmen as she pumped her clit.

“You fucking  whore,” Carmen shot back, her voice coming in breathless pants, “My cunt will suck yours dry. You will meet the same end as all the other sluts who have spread their legs with me. I’m going to make you pay or what you did to my sister!”

To the roar of the crowd, both women braced themselves with their muscled arms, pulled back their hips, then suddenly thrust their angry cunts directly into each other with a hard, wet splat of moist, sex-swollen lips. Their clits squashed tight, sending an explosion of erotic heat and electricity roaring through each of them, flowing from their bellies up into their swirling minds, filling their glorious bodies with raw ecstasy.

Carmen suddenly pulled back, raising her ass high and forcefully slammed down on to Leticia, launching herself at her blonde rival who was still caught blindly in throes of pleasure. Leticia unexpectantly found her on her back with Carmen firmly on top. The women’s heavy tits crushed into each other, pulling groans of pleasure from both; their bare, sweat-slick bellies slapped and rubbed. Their long bare strong legs twined and strained.

“You fucking bitch!” Leticia managed to shriek as she wrapped her arms around Carmen’s perfectly toned body

“it’s called sexual battle strategy, whore.” Carmen groaned as she fought to stay on top, grinding her body up and down over Leticia’s cock-taming pussy. Leticia was grunting with pleasure, the delicious sensation of her hard tits struggling with Carmen’s equally firm breasts was multiplying her sexual arousal to giddy levels.

Carmen twined her legs through Leticia’s, locking them in place, and sank her fingers into her opponent’s gorgeous blond mane, grabbing it in both fists and pinning the woman to the bed. She began grinding herself down into her gushing cunt, rubbing her tits around and around on Leticia’s own powerful, proud rack. The women’s nipples pierced and rubbed, digging into the sensitive flesh, sending shocks of electricity through their matching tits.

Their clits stabbed and dueled, fueling the mind-spinning sensations. Carmen’s toned belly slid across Leticia’s firm stomach, their legs interlocked and strained, thighs and calves pressing and caressing. The blonde wrapped her arms around Carmen and thrust back. She tried to imitate what the other woman was doing, but her position was hopelessly inferior.

She slid her tits against Carmen’s, slipping them in and out and around the brunette’s cleavage, and groaned with the electric pleasure that ripped through her nipples as they dug into Carmen’s hot flesh. Carmen leaned down as both beautiful women moaned in pleasure, gasping with sexual need as their bodies tried to burn the other’s to cinders. They lay cheek to cheek, groaning with the effort of their deadly struggle.

As seconds rolled into minutes, Carmen found her intense physical training becoming an asset, her stamina consistent and allowing her to keep thrusting without any show of fatigue. She worked her hips, rubbing her cunt-hair into Katarina’s lit, drilling herself into the blonde’s gaping hole. She worked her pussy down savagely, spreading her enemy’s darkly swollen lips with her own throbbing cunt. Leticia could only groan as she thrust weakly up to meet her attacker.

Carmen kissed down hard, her tongue pressing into Leticia’s mouth and robbing her of air. She broke the kiss suddenly, working their bodies together, grinding tits and cunts, rivers of hot sweat running from their yielding bodies. As the battle progressed, however, it soon became apparent to all that Leticia’s cries and moans were soaring louder and more frantic than Carmen’s.

The brunette sensed her opening and thrust her hardened sex-nub brutally down between Leticia’s quivering lips, rejoicing with a wild laugh as she felt it stab deep into the blonde’s hot, wet, and far too sensitive clit.

“Unnhhh, you goddamned fucking slut!” Leticia gasped, amazed and enraged by her opponent’s sexual gifts.

“You’re finished, whore!” Carmen moaned in reply. “I can feel your cunt giving way. Let’s see what you’ve got left.”

Carmen spread her legs, forcing Leticia’s thighs further apart. She leaned backward, aiming her clit directly at Leticia’s quivering nub. She began stroking her burning sex into her opponent’s engorged clit in clockwise and then anti-clockwise directions, hard and fast with devastating motions. She had ruined a dozen women with this attack and was more than confident in her ass thrusting ability.

Leticia gasped and screamed. Her hands spread on Carmen’s pumping ass and she held the powerful brunette in place as her clit slowly, deliciously melted to the sex of the other woman. The room echoed with the sound as their taut, wet, firm thighs slapped in rhythm.

“That’s it, whore,” Carmen cooed gasping with the effort of her continued assault, her will still in complete control of her body even as her sweat ran down her back and between her burning breasts in rivers, her long dark hair matted wetly along her shoulders, “Let me fuck you, let me fuck you good.”

Leticia suddenly shifted her strategy. Moving her mouth to Carmen’s earlobe and nibbling on it, she thrust her tongue into her ear at the same time latching her fingers to the nipple of Carmen’s left bread and twisting savagely. Her quick stab upward into the brunette’s cunt sent Carmen over the edge as she screamed, her shaking legs subtly loosening their grip on Leticia’s own. Carmen shuddered but managed to hold back her orgasm. She looked down at her trapped opponent, seeing Leticia’s smile as the woman forced her to howl like a banshee, twisting and torturing her nipples between sharp talons, as she felt her inner thighs soak with an intense sexual discharge of hot cunt-juice.

The brunette bucked and bridged her back, her body shuddering as a series of devastating erotic sensations rippled through her. Leticia held back for a full five seconds before going completely berserk with her grinding, nearly sending her opponent over the orgasmic edge. Carmen reared back in blinding ecstasy as Leticia continued her torturous assault, slicing her steaming clit across her enemy’s electrified nub.

Carmen tried to disengage, shocked to her core at her sudden need to retreat, but Leticia gripped her highs tight as her arms and legs slid around and held her tight. With a quick burst of strength, Leticia rolled their bodies over, assuming the dominant position as she went about her deadly work. The brunette’s eyes rolled wide as she gasped for breath, instantly realizing in a lightning burst of terror what had occurred.

The blonde had played her. Let her attack savagely and using all her strength as she had lain back and absorbed it all, moaning and groaning in exaggerated ecstasy as she had drained off all of her vaunted stamina. Now she lay beneath the blond, her over-taxed body dripping sweat, barely able to take a panting breath as Leticia tore into her nipples and began crushing her soaked cunt under her own. She tried to fight back, to regain control, but Leticia’s body was hard muscle despite her softness and weighed heavily down on her, impossible to move or shift. She tried summoning up some last reservoir of strength but it was no match or her opponent’s who had conserved every ounce of her power as she lay on her back throughout their fight while letting Carmen use up every bit of her own in her relentless attack.

When the end came it came spectacularly. Carmen’s wails echoed from the walls of the arena, sending a dozen cocks bursting hot cum deep into their partner’s shuddering cunts and forcing many of the wait-staff to find and tear into each other in an orgy of erupting cocks and gushing cunts. Leticia and Carmen lay tangled together on the bed, panting, their voluptuous bodies glistening with effort, the scent of their sex saturating the small plastic battle-chamber. Carmen had been defeated, overwhelmingly and completely, the brunette gasping fast, heavy breaths as the effects of a half-dozen forced orgasms tore her body to shreds.

But Leticia was just getting started.

The victorious blonde rolled off her opponent’s defeated body, breathing steadily, sat up, looked at Carmen sideways and purred playfully, “I have to admit. You were a bit tougher than your sister was. But in the end, you were no match for me. Still, I can’t have you out there plotting your revenge, can I? I am going to destroy you, slut. Physically, mentally, completely. A lesson to any who come after.”

Waving one elegant hand lazily she smiled and signaled for the piece-de-resistance as her loving and immensely proud husband entered the sex-scented chamber bearing her ultimate weapon of destruction. He kissed her neck and shoulders tenderly as she helped her strap it on, the brutal 10” dildo almost but not quite a match for his own. With a final word of adoration he turned and exited the arena, leaving his fierce Golden Tigress to her deadly work.

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fight between client’s OC(orange hair girl) vs femboi poison

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