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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…

Tales of the Sex League: The Rise of Heather 
Part 3
 

Clara smiled as she read the incoming message from Rhianna. The woman had caught her as she was just finishing her morning swim and her body still shone with warmth as she heard the familiar chime from her cell-phone. Clara had neglected keeping track of the incoming Sex-League applications. After all, out of the hundreds of aspiring Sex-fighters to post on the site only a dozen or so would be chosen to compete for this year’s League schedule. Why sweat the small fry? Plenty of time to find out who the true competition was going to be once the Sparro’s made their decision. Until then it was train, train, train as she shaped her body into the physically perfect, slut-crushing weapon it currently was. Rhianna was a prime bitch; rough and domineering with a spiteful streak that ran on for miles. Which was why she couldn’t keep a man in her bed for more than a few weeks at a time. But the news that Heather had finally decided to enter the competition? That was news. Clara had never forgiven the bitch for stealing her job as purchasing manager at Laina Jane’s. She had that job sewn up before that blonde whore dropped to her calloused knees and sucked off the store manager… and his fucking wife. Rhianna may be a vindictive cunt herself, but she was right about one thing. Payback was a bitch.

Tales of the Sex-League: Queen of the Hellfire Club 

After being crowned Queen of the State’s Amateur Sex League after delivering a crushing defeat to her nearly crippled opponent, Heather had returned home to find an odd invitation for her waiting in her mailbox. The envelope and the letter it contained was of heavy stock, the words written in gold lettering and sealed with an odd and very old-fashioned coat-of-arms. Her lips moving along with the immaculately cursive script, Heather realized that she was being invited to become the club’s resident Sex-fighter and Initiator. The club was one of the oldest and easily the most powerful of the Sex-league and had some of the most powerful fighters under its banner. For her consent, she would not only receive the best training and representation she could hope for but they would fly her to New York, provide a free loft apartment for her use, the lease of a new BMW for her convenience, and a $5000 a week allowance on top of any winnings from her fights.

Of course, she said yes.

Over the next year Heather had fought and won multiple fights which added to her fame and stuffed her bank account. She had also met and fucked dozens of the club’s elite male membership, ultimately becoming a staple at their parties and functions. Her position within their ranks was only bolstered by her skill and eagerness to drain their balls dust-dry whenever asked. The men were uniformly well-mannered and well-hung, a prerequisite for membership in the club, and never treated her as less than a lady. She didn’t date since the brothers couldn’t be exposed to outsiders and what they might carry. Not that she needed to with all the sex she could possibly want readily available with some of the best and most gentlemanly lovers the prominent club might provide. However, Heather never attached herself to any one of them. Each being just like the rest, despite their manners and their drop-dead-gorgeous bodies.

It was as she spread her legendary legs for what might have been her thousandth fuck during a membership ritual that everything changed.

The man who approached was tall and blonde, his naked body built powerfully and sculpted as if it had been cast from marble with a master’s touch. He stepped up before her, a blindfold of heavy black silk in place. She watched his chest rise and fall as he took in the first scent of her already glistening-wet pussy. Heather watched as his cock began to magically rise until it stood proud and hard between her thighs, its slightly upturned tip leaking a small drop of delicious pre-cum. Heather found herself shuddering at the sight.

The blonde’s sponsor began to recite the liturgy of the ritual as he was guided to her, his cock lifted to its eagerly waiting target by the gentle hands of two of the club’s naked but masked slave-girls.

“Neophyte Pledge of Hellfire, stand ready. You have endured many trials and challenges in your quest to join our illustrious ranks. You have so far passed them all. You stand now on the precipice of brotherhood. Before you is your final test. Before you awaits the Demoness Styxia, the succubus that has claimed the virility and the lives of a hundred men before you. Feel the unholy heat of her gaping cunt, slick with the spent seed of her victims, men whose souls are lost forever. Fuck her with your mighty cock. Add your essence to that of those who have walked before you, sate her unholy lusts, and walk away as a true Man of the Brotherhood!”

Heather lay back on a large padded table perfect for fucking. She was dressed in her best scarlet lingerie, along with matching heels, stockings, garter belt, and a demonic-looking but sexy-as-hell Venetian mask. Okay, so she wasn’t a ‘demoness’ and the ritual looked ridiculous to those not into it, but her pussy was already running with the cum of three hopefuls that could not get past the first few thrusts into her hot cock-crushing cunt. Looking up at this one, Heather found herself biting her bottom lip, hoping he would be made of sterner stuff.

Normally one out of three pledges couldn’t complete the ritual. No matter what their reason, if they could not fuck her, make her moan, and bury their loads deep inside of her they were out of the Club right then and there. Watching the blonde’s rather massive cock approach, with a drop of pudding-thick precum drooling off the tip, she had a feeling this stud would not fail in his task.

Stepping forward without hesitation he thrust powerfully into her drenched sex gripping her stockinged thighs in hands of iron. His slightly upturned tip stroked perfectly against her G-spot in a way she had never experienced before. Incredibly, after only the first few deep, slamming thrusts of his thick cock plunging into her, Heather already felt the first stirrings of orgasm building quickly inside her.

Heather well knew that she was forbidden to speak during the ritual, but the sudden ferocity of his assault on her pussy’s well-guarded secrets, was bringing her quickly to a mind-twisting orgasm which was exploding inside of her. She felt it tear though her clit, straight up her arching spine, until her brain flashed in a white hot burst of pure ecstasy.

“Oh Fuck!… Fuuuuuck!… Fuuuuck meeeeeeee!… Oh, fucking…. Shiiiiiitt!!… give it to…meeeee…. Auuuuuughhh!!!”

Heather exploded, her body shaking and blinded as her eyes were fucked steadily into the back of her skull. His cock was buried deep inside her and she could feel his cum-heavy balls grinding into her pussy-lips, smacking her asshole with thrust after thrust. She screamed and wrapped her arms and legs around him, squeezing his shaft with all the strength her cunt possessed. The chapter officers were standing about them with their mouths agape. They had known Heather fuck and destroy the best that the League had to offer and had never seen anything like this response from her before.

The blonde pushed deep inside the scarlet-clad demoness and blasted his load. He had passed the ritual and caused Heather to begin squirting hot juices along his cock and stomach, and the table she lay upon. Yet even though the man had finished she refused to surrender his body. She continued to grind her pelvis against his hoping for another incredible orgasm. Neither could the assembled crowd drag him from between her thighs, for he was not yet done either, fucking two more heavy loads of seed into the depths of her pussy before they both fell limply into each other’s arms in complete exhaustion.

After a few minutes, the officers peeled Heather’s limbs from his sweat-soaked body and brought the final pledge forward for indoctrination. The man they brought in next had no chance of completing his ritual after what he had heard from behind his own blindfold while awaiting his turn. His inability to last even a few minutes in her still-hungry cunt much less sustain a proper erection sent him away into the cold night, forever to live with his failure as a man.

A few hours later the new brothers joined with the rest of the members and a few alumni for the traditional Formal after all of the initiations were seen to. All the men were dressed in stylish tuxedos and all of their women in incredible evening gowns. A small jazz band played slow romantic music as many couples danced together in the soft mood lighting of the main hall.

Heather had never bothered attended the Formal before. In prior years she had chosen to spend the evening relaxing in hot, soothing tub just as other women who had been called on to play ‘Demoness’ for the club. After spending several hours balancing on that table and taking cock after cock along with their rich and plentiful semen, she was normally exhausted and looking forward to being home buried in pillows. Tonight, however, she was on a mission, she had to find him. She was not going to let such a treasure escape her.

Heather strode into the gathering like a queen entering her court. Her bright blue gown perfectly matching her fiery eyes. Several of the women, courtesans and wives of the Brothers, knew who she was and what her place in the Club entailed. These women maneuvered their men away from her defensively as she searched the crowded ballroom for her quarry. After several minutes she located him in a far corner with a tall redheaded girl by his side. Heather smirked, making light of her competition, and started towards them. A strong hand gripped her arm before she got halfway across the room.

“His name is Christian Church. He is the heir of an ancient and wealthy family. One of the founding families of the Club. The girl is his fiancé, again of an ancient family. Please, Heather, do not cause a scene.”

Heather paused for a moment as the chapter president whispered the delicious information covertly into her ear. With blue eyes of burning ice, she shot him a glare which would have turned many ordinary men to stone.

The old man just sighed, forgoing any attempts at reason. He had been around far too long and seen far too many feuds and scandals to think for a moment he could stop her. As always he would watch events unfold and see how many ways he could twist the fallout into a gain in the Club’s power… as well as his own.

“Alright then. Just please not too much of a scene… I was so hoping for a pleasant night.”

Heather smiled at stately old gentleman. She stood on her tiptoes and lightly kissed his cheek, nearly giggling as his mustache tickled her earadds. Her eyes started to moisten slightly as she thought of what words to say…

“Thank you, Andrew dear. You saw what happened today. You know me. I am not letting this one get away. He is going to be mine. If you need me to formally tender my resignation, I can be out of the loft…”

“Please, Heather.” He replied, rolling his eyes in defeat, “Go get him. And good luck, sweetheart.”

Heather smiled at him softly, then turned towards her objective and never looked back…

Tales of the Sex League: The Rise of Heather 

Part 2

Upon seeing that her long-time nemesis had finally sent in her application to join their state Sex-League, Rhianna knew that she had to respond quickly. There were only a handful of spots left open for this year’s League Schedule and she would be damned if she was going to be upstaged by some oversexed barbie doll. Rhianna knew without any doubt that she was the hottest, the tightest, and the strongest Sex-fighter in their local league, only losing to Heather once due to a fluke. The blonde whore had spent the better part of the night before their fight draining the balls of the man Rhianna thought was her devoted boyfriend. The familiar scent of his sweat and cologne on Heather’s body had thrown her off, breaking her concentration at just the wrong moment and costing her the match. That shit was not going to happen again! Rhianna had dumped the cheating bastard right after that humiliating loss, sending him off with a broken wrist in the process. She had spent the entire summer training, hitting the gym, crunching her abs until they rippled with rock-solid muscle. She wanted, needed, to face that man-stealing bitch one more time and the Sex-League tryouts afforded the perfect opportunity. With a self-confident smirk on her face she quickly snapped off a pic of her ripped abs to post on the League site, a challenge to any bitch who thought they could match her. When she was done, she knew she had another message to send. Even though she was completely convinced that she could take the blonde slut in a straight match, Rhianna never let an advantage go to waste. She wanted to see the bitch utterly ruined, beaten, and broken, and she knew a few others who felt exactly the same way.

 Tales of the Sex-League: The Rise of Heather.

Part 1

Heather snapped yet another selfie of her perfect body and cock-draining lips, knowing full well that any one of them would guarantee her a place at this year’s tryouts. Each year the State Sex League accepted a small but exclusive number of new Sex-fighters into their ranks. Each woman had to be the hottest and the best, with a long history of wins under her belt as she battled her way up through the amateur leagues based in their hometowns. Each chosen fighter would be sponsored and trained by some well-established manager or organization eager to add her to their growing and successful stable of sex-fighters. Heather had waited until nearly the last moment to send in her application, and her pictures, taking every last minute she could to hone her lean and gorgeous body into a sexual weapon no one could possibly deny. She knew that several of her long-time rivals had already submitted theirs. She had seen their pictures on the league web-board. As she struck through her poses, she knew that none of them came close to the sexual heat she had on display. And if one or another of them did happen to make it to the tryouts, well she would just have to go through the trouble of destroying them there. Smiling into the camera with devastating poise and self-confidence, she clicked the send button dreaming of the glorious Sex-fighting life that lay before her.

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. 

 
 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.

Melania Chavez vs. Valeria Barros-Rios (Bottom)

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Reader’s Choice. The winner decided by your vote.

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 positions of dominance within their Master’s household with a fatal combination of cunning, ruthlessness, and hellish sexual power. The two women above are bitter rivals. Each stands 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 desperately with all the savage sexuality they possess. This will be a struggle only one of them will survive unscathed… or perhaps, at all.

In order for a Sex-fighter to claim true 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. Until, once and for always, the defeated  acknowledges her conqueror the better and more sexually powerful woman.

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In her battle against her last opponent, Melania dominated their match from her first tit-busting assault. Not giving Jessica Canizales any room for recovery, the busty Latina beauty tore off her rival’s panties, and Jessica’s already moist and throbbing pussy no longer had even that scanty protection.

“Prepare yourself, Puta! I am about to destroy your filthy pussy forever!” Melania growled through an evil smile, tossing aside Jessica’s discarded panties before mounting her opponent’s stomach. Planting her plush ass onto her rival’s belly, Melania drives the air from her lungs and pins her into the mattress, facing down hungrily on Vanessa’s exposed pussy-mound.

Both of their masters look on as Melania brings her fingers to her own rose-petal  lips, moistening her them with her saliva. Then, casting her own lord a sensually confident gaze, the Sex-fighter slides her saliva-covered fingers deep between Jessica’s thighs, plunging three of them between the helpless woman’s swollen lips, fingering her relentlessly.

“Uuuuuunnnghhhh!!!! Ooooh fuck nooooo!!!!” Jessica wailed as her pussy was fingered without mercy. She tried bucking her opponent off her belly, but Melania proved far too experienced a fighter to allow that to happen.

“Yesss!!! Squeal for me, you bitch!! Show everyone what a nasty, dirty slut you are!!!” Melania shouted as her fingers plunged into her opponent’s battered pussy relentlessly, showing her no sign of mercy as she forced scream after pathetic scream from her rival’s lips.

“Aaaaahhhh!!! Oooooh fuuuuuuckkk!!! Nngguuuhhh!!!” Jessica moaned, her eyes rolling back into her head and her hips rising to meet her rivals thrusting fingers as lust overwhelmed her whirling mind. It was only a matter of time before she hit the first among many orgasms to come.

“Yessss! Cum you fucking goddamned slut!!!“ Melania roared, quickening her pace as she sensed Jessica’s body beginning to break beneath her. When her orgasm came it rocked both of the women with its force. Jessica’s body tensed when she came, her juices spraying out of her spasming cunt. She humped her hips up into Melania’s continued assault as her body was enveloped in orgasmic bliss, more spurts of cunt-juice spewing out of her pussy. Her second, then third orgasm followed quickly after the first. There was no time for her to recover as Melania bore down with fevered determination. Within the space of barely an hour, Jessica Canizales – until now one of the proudest and most dangerous women in the world, had be reduced to a boneless, quivering wreck.

Pumping her fingers into Jessica’s pussy a few more times, Melania then pulled out her fingers - now drenched in the fallen woman’s glistening hot pussy-juice. Chuckling, Melania rose from the bed, her brown skin glistening with sweat and her hair matted along her shoulders. Sitting on her master’s lap, gazing hotly into his eyes as she mounted his engorged cock. Bringing her fingers to her lips, she let him watch as she slurped every last drop of her opponent’s sweet honey off her victorious fingers. Proud of his mistress, as always, her lord gave very little thought to his defeated Cartel rival who walked away from the arena in disgust, leaving his fallen fighter behind to face her fate alone.

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After defeating two of her most determined sexual rivals, Melania now faces her greatest challenge. Her master, convinced that he possesses the most powerful of the clans and the most sexually powerful Sex-fighter the Cartels have ever seen, is ready to make his bid for ultimate control. His organization is ready and eager to strike. Only one thing would make his victory total and complete. To prove to that his mistress is as savage and unbreakable as he knows her to be. 

Melania’s next, and final opponent will be Valeria Barros-Rios. Mistress and daughter of the most powerful of the Cartels, Valeria is known and rightly feared a most unforgiving and deadly Sex-fighter who leaves no rival unbroken. Her first battle was against her own mother, who had dominated their world until her body and mind were mercilessly destroyed in a three-hour struggle against her daughter. Cruel and completely without mercy, Valeria has gone on to ruin any woman foolish enough to face her.  This will be a clash of titans and only one woman will survive it. Who will it be? You tell me.

As always… You decide!

Tales of the Sex League: The Rise of Heather 

Part 6

Heather knew she was in trouble the moment she stepped into the crowded waiting area. The place was packed with the fittest and sexiest men and women the state had to offer. Young gods and goddesses ready and eager to prove their sexual power, one against the other, in a savage and unforgiving test of skill. All about her, aspiring competitors displayed their rock hard bodies, their proud breasts and cocks and cunts on full view as each attempted to tease and tempt the other into making that first fateful move that would begin the mad orgy which would determine who was predator and who was prey. Heather was more than aware of this when she walked in, being well versed by her father who was a former League-fighter himself many years ago. He had quit for the best of reasons. He had met a girl, settled down, and had children by her starting a new life with his family as chief of the local fire station. Only later in her sexually over-active teens did Heather discover that her father had been a League Sex-fighter and her mother not just some girl but president of his fan club. So Heather knew exactly what kind of lion’s den she was entering, bringing her best game and hottest body through the door with her as she faced down the dozens of challenging eyes that were turned upon her by the competition. What she hadn’t expected, and what froze her in her tracks, was the sight of her two most ferocious rivals, Rhianna and Chara standing shoulder to shoulder. They stood there waiting for her, watching her enter with crocodile smiles on their smug faces. Whatever happened, and however it finally started, Heather knew that she had a fight on her hands. A fight she knew she would win. She smiled her best predator’s smile and strode into hell.

The neighborhood Sex-League has finally come to its close with one talented winner taking the Championship title. For the third year in a row, Cherie DeVille has proven that she is the hottest bitch in the local community, crushing her nearest rival in a brutal 11-2 ‘orgasm-until-you drop’ massacre that will be talked about for years to come. Now she has come to take her prize. For the next year she will have the services of every hard-cocked husband in the community at her beck-and-call. As always, she will work them all until they drop, draining each of their cum-heavy balls dust dry before sending them home to their own wives. Unable to get their cocks hard or squeeze a drop of cum from their wasted balls without Cherie claiming the last dregs of their libidos for herself, their miserable and sex-deprived spouses will spend the next year cursing Cherie’s name and preparing themselves for next year’s Sex-league.

Inter-Office Sex League

Competition in the inter-departmental Sex-league has risen sharply since the hiring of Melissa McCarthy, the pink-haired sex siren in the top picture,  as chief nurse of the Health Services Division. Lured over by the promises of total control of her department and the ability to hire and fire at her own discretion, Melissa has packed her staff with the best and most determined Sex-fighters she can find. They have been training hard individually and as a team, benefiting from Ms. McCarthy’s iron discipline and fiery ambition. Their first opponents in this year’s League competition is the team from the Financial Services Division, shown in the picture below.

Recent contenders for last year’s Championship title, the women who form the FSD team are experts in taking down the toughest competition their far-flung corporation has to offer. They have recently returned from its Hong Kong offices where they completely destroyed their Asian counterparts in a 5-0 orgasmic massacre. Which team will conquer, and which will end up quivering in a pool of their own cunt-juices pleading for mercy?

That will be up to you to decide. I look forward to seeing your votes. And your ideas for their match.

Tales of the Sex League: The Rise of Heather 

Part 5

Christian and Victoria Sparro have run the State Sex-League for the last five years, ever since their own retirement from the League’s active roster. Couple’s Champions ever since they had met in the League’s Inter-office competition, they had set records not only for number of orgasms reached and cum-shots achieved but in the amount of damage done to the wrecked offices that served as their savage battlegrounds. Taking control of the State League after defeating the former Co-presidents in a brutal and uncompromising ‘Fuck-to-the-finish’ that had nearly crippled their unlucky opponents their tenure has been described as both fair and tyrannical as they have reshaped the League to guarantee the fans the most ferocious and determined of sexual competitors. 

After each would-be Sex-fighter is done with their interviews and medical testing with the League officials, the Sparro’s are sure to put the neophyte Sex-fighter through their paces in a private meeting. Those lucky or skilled enough to pass this final test are sent on to League sponsors with the full confidence of the State Sex-League behind them. Those that fail leave broken and shattered husks of their former selves.

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.

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.

Tales of the Sex-League:

Melania Chavez vs. Valeria Barros-Rios (Bottom)

Battle to the finish!

(I would like to dedicate this story to eroticsensualbattle whose vote and ideas determined the winner of this contest. I will be posting more of the Reader’s Choice series soon and hope to see all your votes. Thank you again for your ‘Likes’. They are very much appreciated. As always if you have an image to submit I look forward to seeing it. - H.B.)

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Melania Chavez proudly inspected her breasts as she stood before the mirror. Despite her master’s rough use of them the night before these symbols of her womanhood were as firm as any teenagers. Gently stroking her ripe nipples, she watched in approval as they responded to her touch, stiffening and rising firm as if sensing the challenge that lay ahead. She bit her lip softly, continuing to tease her fingertips across the hardening buds watching them grow to their full erect state of excitement. An immodest moan escaped her as a hot wave of pleasure washed through her. As her hands lovingly continued to caress her breasts, she felt her body’s growing arousal, her supple flesh warming to her touch even as the wetness between her thighs heralded her sexual awakening.

She slid on a skin-tight and lacy camisole, satisfied that her rigid nipples were fully visible through the near-transparent lace. Like a moth drawn to a flame her hand eased down between her thighs to cup her already dripping pussy mound, the source of her sexual power, and she was soon writhing from the tiny orgasm that raced up her shuddering body. Recovering quickly, she stepped into a thong that matched her camisole and allowed the heart shape she had shaved in her luxurious pubic hair to show through the lace.

She had never met Valeria Barros-Rios, but the sharp anticipation of the sexual challenge, risking her very position and body against the chance of destroying this woman, dominating, crushing her under her own primal power, especially a woman with her brutal reputation? It had her in heat for days, a fact that her lord and master took every chance he could to enjoy. Last night she had accidentally fucked the man well past exhaustion, his cock unable to recover despite his best efforts, and still craved for more. The thought that her opponent might actually beat her, taking everything that she had fought for her entire life, didn’t even cross her mind

Melania strode confidently to the elegantly appointed bedroom, swinging her lush hips sensually from side to side and sat waiting for her blond opponent to arrive. Her master sat in a far chair, hidden in the shadows, only his long legs and expensive shoes visible through the darkness. Her master had sat there on many an occasion. Sat there watching as she destroyed one rival after another, for his lusty enjoyment as well as for his manly pride.  

Valeria Barros-Rioshad been Queen of the cartel’s Sex-fighters for about five years now, ever since arriving as a poor and dirty refugee from some unnamed village in Brazil. In a very short time, she had become wealthy with an unbroken record of sexual conquests behind her, meeting and destroying the champions of her master’s rivals, foreign challengers, and local favorites. In her private life she was the most known and envied woman in their elite society, even gracing the covers of fashion and gossip magazines. A true queen.

The doorbell downstairs rang and within a few short minutes Valeria Barros-Rios confidently entered the room. Taking off her mink coat she stood before Melania dressed in a skin-tight, designer-made pencil dress made of a nearly translucent yellow silk. The side splits extending to her upper thighs revealed long shapely legs that rose dangerously from her 5” stilettos. Her long, diamond-hard nipples pressed through the dress standing out from full proud breasts which stood firm above her flat, muscled stomach.

The woman sniffed as she entered the bedroom as if scenting something rancid and disagreeable to her senses. It was a amateurish ploy to use on Melania’s pride, one that the brunette would have cast off without a thought if her body was not tearing itself apart, eager for their match to begin. Eager to drive itself breast-to-breast, mouth-to-mouth, cunt-to-cunt against her rival. As her own lord took his seat in the shadows opposite her own Valeria sat on the bed, extending her long legs before Melania and smiled sweetly, her eyes burning hot as hellish stars as they met Melania’s challenging gaze.  Sliding her dress gently up her solid thigh, Valeria exposed her bare and shaven pussy, presenting it to her rival in her full shaven glory. Melania could see the glistening wetness of the woman’s exposed lips, finding herself alarmingly eager to dive between the blonde’s legs and feast upon her offered sex.

The blonde smiled as she sensed her opponent’s rising heat. It was a response she was long familiar with, ever since she had ensnared and bought to ruin her first overconfident cock at the tender age of thirteen, “When I’ve finished with you today, you’ll worship me even as I ruin you as a woman. I will leave nothing left of you when I am done. Nothing but a sad, desperate slave.”

“I’ve always enjoyed beating and hurting stuck-up bitches”, Melania replied with a hiss, “after I’ve won, I’m going to take great pleasure in crushing a pathetic plastic toy like you.”

“I outlasted seven opponents over twelve hours yesterday just to warm up for this fight with you.” Valeria boasted, “Today you will meet a woman who is insatiable and unstoppable. You will not survive me.”

Both women stripped slowly eyeing each other, even as their masters watched from their quiet corners. Valeria made sure that Melania saw every inch of her famous body as she stripped her thin dress down her legs and stepped nimbly out of it still wearing her deadly stilettos. As always Melania tried to dominate their encounter from the start, making sure the other woman had a perfect view of her superior ass as she raised her legs high, lying back along the bed, to slide off her thong. Despite the size and length of Valeria’s nipples, Melania rose to confront her, confidently placing one of her tits against her rival’s so that the women’s firm nipples rested against each other. Proudly she displayed that despite her opponent’s larger breasts, her own nipples were just a bit longer, harder, and ready for the savage combat to come.

“Face it. You have met a better woman, bitch. Perhaps you can get your surgeon to make them even bigger than he already has.” she spat at her rival. Stepping back, she took off her camisole and arrogantly caressed her swelling pussy, greedily sucking her flowing juices off her fingers. Stepping back with a smile she confidently looked for the astonishment, surprise, and fear on Valeria’s face that her sensual display had caused on her previous conquests. Most women were made uneasy and put on the defensive by this lewd display of sensuality, but Valeria simply laughed.

“Is that your best, slut?” she mocked as she spread her own pussy lips open to reveal her pinkness glistening with moistness. As Melania watched, suddenly enthralled, as Valeria’s clit slowly emerged from under its tender hood, swelling proudly for battle. Never before had Melania been bested in her opening display. Seeing the look of concern on her opponent’s face the blonde gloated, reaching out to take the brunette’s hand and sliding it up her own belly, shapely thigh and across her breasts, “Feel how real this is, you slut. A thousand hours at the gym pushing myself to my limits each day just to destroy fat fucking sluts like you.”

By drawing a lower card Valeria had won the right to start first. Leading her rival to the bed, she leaned in and spread Melania’s legs wide apart, gently tonguing her clit, expertly teasing it into life and causing an instant reaction as Melania’s body writhed and twisted under the expert assault of Valeria’s lips, tongue and playing fingers. Melania came far too quickly, filling her opponent’s mouth with a warm spray as her long, tanned legs quivered madly across Valeria’s back. As the blonde continued her attack, pleasuring her clit with a hail of sharp darting tongue strokes, Melania stroked and played with her own nipples enjoying the sensations that pulsed through her shaking body as she came again. 

“Fuck! I need it you bitch! Keep me cumming!” she yelled, “I can keep cumming for hours and still want more!” she boastedeven as another burst of warm juices erupted from her pussy.

Finally, Melania directed Valeria to lie on her back across the cum-stained bed-sheets. Straddling her she played with her own electrified clit in front of Valeria’s eyes till she allowed the juices that oozed from her to fall across the blonde’s heavy breasts. Taking that moisture with one hand she caressed her opponent’s nipples between her fingers, while at the same time her other hand pinched and played with the other. Tenderly she kneaded and pinched those juice-covered nipples between her fingers enjoying her opponent’s response as Valeria writhed and moaned, her eyes fluttering closed, with her hands gripping her long blonde locks. Reaching between her foe’s legs, Melania felt the warm dampness of her arousal. Taking a nipple in her mouth she imprisoned it with her teeth while her tongue alternatively stroked its length, played with its tip or sucked and stretched it further. Her fingers went to work between the blonde’s thighs, thrusting and grinding her pussy into an orgasmic lather. She was soon rewarded as Valeria bucked underneath her and roared in climax.

Sensing her opponent’s imminent destruction as she came screaming under her finger’s plunging assault, Melania slid her cunt across the blonde’s face. Her far superior ass and hips clenched tight around Valeria’s shoulders as the woman was smothered under a mouthful of her steamy pussy. Continuing her deadly finger-work on her rival’s cunt and clit, the brunette took a brief moment to enjoy Valeria’s tongue, opening her own hungry cunt to receive it, forcing the blonde to swallow mouthfuls of cunt juices that flowed from her each time she shuddered in near-orgasm. Soon the sheets under them were soaked with their combined juices. With her opponent firmly locked under her with no way to escape the grip of her powerful thighs, Melania continued to expertly play with the woman’s sex-swollen lips and clit, fingering her ass-bud at the same time to drive the blonde over the edge. 

Not quite as done as the brunette might have thought, Valeria answered her foe’s attack lick-for-lick, eventually finding her G-spot, simultaneously using her tongue and fingers to tease, punish, and pleasure Melania’s cum-soaked cunt, allowing both their masters to witnessed the sight of Melania willingly cumming in shuddering moans and begging for more. She wrapped her toned legs around Melania’s shoulders and neck, forcing her hungry pussy deeper into her enemy’s mouth as they both lay locked in a deadly sixty-nine.

Melania was surprised by the strong resistance she encountered from Valeria. No woman she had ever encountered had stood up to her oral skills for this long, survived through so many spine-twisting orgasms to continue inflicting so much heavenly damage on her own struggling body. Both women strained as they locked together, refusing to allow the other any small victory in this agonizing battle within their war,

“How does it feel facing a real woman not one of your dollar-a-cunt sluts?” Valeria roared out as she delivered a devastating orgasm on her opponent, “You’re out of your fucking league, bitch! Once I’m done, I’m going to split you open with the same dildo I used to crush the last cunt that challenged me!”

In the next then or twenty minutes Valeria concentrated on draining the heavily panting Melania. Varying her skillful attacks, she built her opponent up to the very edge of climax, arousing her throbbing clit and dripping lips but stopping mere moments before she erupted. Then she repeated this in a repetitive cycle, increasing her speed as well as the excitement and anticipation before stopping dead. Throwing her head back in laughter, she ignored Melania’s pitiful pleas to make her cum. Then, when Melania was completely conditioned to this tortuous stimulation, not daring to hope for relief, and without warning Valeria once again found her G-spot and ripped an orgasm from her. She concentrated brutally on Melania’s G-spot and burning clit, dragging climaxes from her at will.  Before the previous one had had the chance to settle, she forced her to cum in breathless agony again, repeating this til her hand and tongue were spent. These were the most intense orgasms that Melania had ever experienced. Her shuddering body twisted, reared, and bucked as wave after wave of desire, pleasure and sexual ecstasy surged endlessly through her.

On perhaps her ninth orgasm of the match,  Melania found herself starting to lose her concentration. Both besieged women had been finger-fucking each other savagely for the last few minutes and she found herself growing groggy and dazed as Valeria used her calf muscles to pin her in place, face deep in the woman’s perfumed scent. Now Valeria found herself suddenly free of Melania’s constricting thighs and heavy ass which had collapsed shaking uncontrollably and gushing hot juices across her chest. Feeling back in control she decided to up the ante. She callously assaulted Melania’s clit, squeezing it between her knuckles as she lashed at it mercilessly with her tongue. As she took Melania soaring over her limits, she twisted out from under her relishing the sight of the nearly exhausted brunette falling to her back panting hard.

Melania had tried concentrating solely upon Valeria’s swollen clit. She had tried to emulate the woman by building her to an orgasm but not letting her cum. But Valeria had located her responsive G-spot and was able to break her, holding her suspended on the very edge of an eternal explosion. Valeria was supremely confident. She looked at the weakened, distraught, and shaky Melania as she lay breathing heavily across the bed. The blonde was panting with effort as well, her body shining with sweat, shivering under the effects of a half-dozen forced orgasms inflicted upon her. But though her eyes were glazed, her nipples were still standing proud, her clit still erect; pulsating and quivering on its own accord. Still eager for battle.

Valeria knelt over her opponent, her pink lips inches from Melania’s own. “We’ve been at this for nearly an hour…but I want and need still more. You’re finished. Not just in this match but your reputation and your life will be gone. Your master will find some new bitch to fuck.”

Melania summoned up her reserves, wrapping her arms around her rival’s neck and sealing them in a hot kiss burning with passion before replying, “I can still beat you, bitch. You’re all talk. Always have been. Your old cunt has been on top for too fucking long. Its time it was beaten down.”

“Not by you, slut.” Valeria laughed, rearing back to spit a glob of thick saliva straight into Melania’s face, “Everywhere you go I will be there to challenge you and destroy you. You can either run away or be out-fucked again and again. Either way you’re finished.”

Rolling onto her side and spreading her legs, Melania braced herself in open invitation, daring Valeria to join her, “Do your worst, talk all you want, because when you’re lying crushed and begging between my thighs, I will make your pathetic life a fucking nightmare!”

Slowly and deliberately the two women slid their legs along the other’s, easing into a classic tribbing position. They pressed themselves timidly together, each trying to find the perfect angle of attack as the women found each other’s wet, erect throbbing clit. As they touched the women gasped, head thrown back, as their clits played and teased causing both to experience a small climax and then relax. Immediately Valeria used her strong legs to pin Melania down. Resting her weight on her thigh she held her rival immobile as she stroked, stabbed, and caressed her clit until it was a raging, swollen point of fire. She lifted herself on her elbows a few small inches, putting even more pressure on Melania’s pussy; magnifying its sensitivity; causing the once-proud Sex-fighter to sob in pleasure.

Valeria groaned with the effort. Both her breasts had the imprint of Melania’s teeth and nails still visible on them and her thighs were covered with her drying sex-juices. Her flat belly still involuntarily twitched from the physical and sexual suffering she had endured at her opponent’s talented hands. Her lower spine burned as she arched into the attack, forcing herself higher, and she heard a low uncontrollable incoherent moan escaped Melania’s lips. She smiled to herself, knowing that this was her chance to finish Melania once and for all.

As she shuddered with each orgasm, Valeria arrogantly shouted out the number of times she had cum. Despite her weakening state, she still worked Valeria’s cunt, although her efforts now had a sense of desperation. The near continual arousal, the way the blonde’s nails scraped softly down along her legs, her softly worded encouragements to cum for her, turned Melania’s entire body into a hot quivering mass of sensitive nerves. When she finally came, she came quietly, biting into the flesh of her arm as her body shuddered with agony.

“You like cumming for me, bitch? Well it’s just starting!” Valeria cried out as she ground down even harder, pressing forward her deadly assault.

Melania twisted and writhed as she fought to struggle free but could not escape Valeria’s grasp. Again, the blonde rolled higher, grinding down on her opponent’s clit in powerful, circular motions as she fucked her hard clit between her rival’s sensitive folds. By the fourth time Melania found herself shuddering helplessly. Each stroke brought with it an exquisite pain and she found herself howling for relief. Tears ran down her face as she came.

Valeria gave her no respite. Smiling, she rubbed her quivering clit erect. Opening up Melania’s cunt she inserted her fingers and located her G-spot, caressing it gently. At the same time, she reached out to grasp a hard, brown nipple; teasing, releasing, massaging it, then squeezing, then massaging again, then pinching. Melania was helpless before her. Orgasms rocked her body. Her body thrashed as she grabbed and twisted the sheets in her fists. She wailed. She moaned. She cried. Her body jerking like a puppet on a string.

Rivers of sweat rolled between Valeria’s glistening breasts as she continued to destroy Melania’s bruised cunt lips. Each time the discharge of pressure, the rush of blood, the continual stimulation of her G-spot brought the woman closer to a gigantic orgasm. Her body shook and tossed, sweat covered her body, her inhuman shrieks echoing from the walls. Juices poured from her, soaking the sheets she lay on. Even after her fourth or fifth near orgasm subsided her body still shuddered and shivered, and low inhuman moans fell from her lips.

Ruthlessly Valeria worked her advantage. Breaking her hold, she twisted around to lay between Melania’s open legs. The brunette lay back, unmoving except for the erratic heaving of her starving lungs as her chest rose and fell, fighting for precious air. Melania’s eyes were open wide, staring with horror at the ceiling above. For the next thirty minutes, Valeria pleasured her shuddering rival with her tongue. Melania’s orgasms continued and it was Valeria dictating when and how she came.

Taking her time, she slowly dragged a fingernail across Melania’s body. So very sensitive was she at this point that each scratch felt like a searing burning shock as it danced across her belly and quivering legs. Now secure in the knowledge of her victory, Valeria experimented. Knowing she would use the knowledge she would gain to ruin the brunette forever. A soft massage, a firm kneading, her fingers pinching and scratching, and more. The constant teasing was driving Melania senseless. In the end, she pleaded for mercy, her pathetic whispers barely heard through her moans. But Valeria only took her clit between her fingers and rubbed as fast and as hard as she could.

Melania strained against the exhaustion that denied her even the simple relief of writhing and stretching. She managed to stop the breathless moans that came from somewhere inside her long enough to call out her submission. This should have ended the match, but Valeria squeezed her clit brutally a dozen times more before resuming her violent rubbing. The gigantic orgasm that had been built up for over thirty minutes surged through Melania’s body. So very extreme was her orgasm that she lost control of her bladder and piss flooded the bed. Even as she came, Valeria kept up the relentless assault. Without anywhere else to go, Melania eased into the blessed safety of unconsciousness.

Valeria fell back, breathing hard, taking control of her own exhaustion, refusing to collapse now before the eyes of her loving master. With a trembling hand she reached out to open her purse which was discarded when the battle had begun. Soon she knelt beside her fallen rival, a monstrous strap-on dildo in her hand.

“Have you heard all those ridiculous rumors about me taking on a bull?” she asked. “This is made from a cast of a bull’s cock. The first ten inches of it, at least. It took me three long years to learn to take this monster, but you’re going to learn in one night.”

As she spoke, she slid the length of it along Melania’s pussy lips, slavering it with her love juice and wrapping her cunt lips around it. Feeling its length and girth, stroking against her clit at various angles, the brunette’s face contorted in pain even as the first inch in pressed in.

“It will be interesting to see if you enjoy receiving the pain that I have planned for you as much as I will have giving it.”Valeria cooed as she strapped the massive rubber cock around her waist, “Now you understand why I’m the best and you’re nothing but a beaten slut.”

It didn’t matter how many women she had out-fucked in her career, Valeria could still feel the same incredible feeling building up inside her just as strongly as her first. A mere girl of fifteen glowing with her virgin victory over her twenty-year old schoolteacher’s ruined cunt. Triumph and victory, proving herself always a better woman, domination, power, the humiliation of the beaten. It had transported her from a filthy little village bitch to a adored and feared queen. All those feelings welled up inside her as she felt the growing tightness in her belly. It was time. Gracing  her master with her most wicked smile, she straddled Melania’s thick ass and presented her ten-inch weapon with its latest victim.

Tales of the Sex League: The Rise of Heather

Part 7

Carl sighed serenely as he tapped his third cigarette out into the gold-speckled crystal ashtray. He had smoked his latest cancer-stick down to the nub, timing each deep breath to match perfectly the way her soft lips slid down to engulf the last inch of his pulsing cock. Joanne was the best damned cock-sucker the Sparro’s employed. The middle-aged redhead was a washed-out ex-Sex-fighter herself, but she still gave the best head Carl had ever had. He knew she was going to drag it out, keeping him right on the very edge of his eventual explosion right until the bitter end. That end coinciding with the last fateful wail of orgasm from the wild orgy shown live on his video-screen. He had watched a dozen or more of these in his career as talent scout for one sponsor or the other. Each one had amazed him with its level of sexual carnage as a room filled with lust-crazed competitors fucked each other into ruin with savage abandon.

Before the Sparro’s had taken over the League it was just him sitting in the booth. Him and his right-hand pumping furiously as one then the other prospective Sex-fighter fell, his or her body shaking violently into deathly stillness as they gave their last ounce of fading strength. He still remembered those days as he, and the half-dozen other scouts emerged from the observation rooms. Their arms burning, eyes cast down in mutual shame as they exhausted their still throbbing cocks into the nearest wastebasket filled with filthy wads of tissue paper. As it was now, he found himself arriving an hour early, the better to be damned sure that it was Joanne’s expert lips wrapped tight around his throbbing cock and not one of the other sluts waiting to be called on.

Yet in all that time, sitting in this seat, watching this video-feed, with Joanne’s lips so dutifully servicing his trembling member, not once had he been so turned on than now. In the center of the waiting area (now combat zone) three hot young women writhed and warred, given their space by a thrashing mass of naked humanity as if none wanted to involve themselves in the obviously personal nature of their battle. The blonde was being attacked from both sides, her pussy eaten alive by one woman while another was trying to choke her to death on her own glistening mound, twisting the blonde’s nipples savagely as she wailed out in near-orgasm. But the blonde was giving as good as she got, making the brunette shudder as she devoured her hot dripping snatch while wrapping her thighs like an iron vice around the other’s shoulders, forcing the woman deeper into her own gushing cunt. The second girl was audibly choking on the river of juices the blonde was producing between her quivering legs. All three of them mere seconds away from an explosive scream of orgasm.

Without even thinking about it, Carl grabbed Joanne’s head in his hands, forcing the length of his meat straight down her unprepared throat. In a few gasping heartbeats, the moment came. So did the three struggling girls, and so did he! With a gurgled moan he fired a thick blast of cum down Joanne’s throat, her nails digging viciously into his thighs as he did so. As he finished, as the three women were slavishly crawling into their next heart-stopping position, he feebly reached for his pen. Between his knees Joanne was on her hands and knees coughing up gobs of his spunk between hot curses, but his cum-hazed brain ignored her. Instead he used what little strength he still commanded to made a single check-mark across a file… and changed one woman’s life forever.

Tales of the Sex League: Team Challenge

Killer Velvet vs. Dark Sensations (bottom)

Reader’s Choice

Each year, the competition begins. Each Gentleman’s club in the great city of Gotham boasts endlessly about the sensuality, elegance, and raw sexual power of its women. Ever since the cities founding one or the other would enrage the others, starting small but toothless wars of rage and spite that lay festering under the thin veneer of civilization that kept them from outright bloodshed. That all ended with the rise of the League. For decades now, instead of simply making empty boasts, these clubs have been challenged to prove their claims. Now all the proud words and endless displays of sexual superiority are put to the test. The brainchild of the mysterious ‘Circle’, now competitors – whether teams, couples, or individuals – have the chance to prove their boastful claims and meet in stunning and sometimes desperate sexual combat before the eyes of those with the civility and taste to actually appreciate the power and skill being brought to bear.

The teams above will meet in one such combat. Coming from opposing clubs, they have each been invited to prove themselves in the Arena. Each team of lovely ladies will be escorted into a large glass room well appointed with pillows and soft beds for their comfort and toys for their use. There they will engage in battle, testing their skill and endurance in a sexual duel to the ultimate end, until only one team or one half-dead and exhausted beauty stands victorious among them. Their savage battle will be watched by a crowd of the Elite, men and women whose wealth and savoir-faire match their lusty desires. Each is served by the Arena’s host of well-trained servants and slaves and each is free to vent their personal lusts as they watch the brutal sexual war that will erupt between these two teams of carnal gladiators.

Which will survive the coming battle? Which team will rise triumphant?

You decide.