#the rise of heather

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.

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 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.