6 comments/ 41574 views/ 58 favorites Secret Sex-Fight Society Ch. 01 By: markydaysaid Forward: In the year 2099 the world has gone to total shit. The divide between rich and poor is so great that multi-billionaire families can literally buy their own armies but the poor can barely pay their rent. Technology has progressed to a point that even near-fatal injuries can be healed completely, but such resources are strictly regulated by a tyrannical and corrupt governments which reserves such luxuries for the upper classes. In the metropolis of Climax City (wherein this story mostly takes place) the education system has become so poor that students don't enter high school until they are 18, and aren't likely to graduate until they are 25, that is if they are not recruited into a gang, forced into prostitution, or even killed first. Explicit and violent expressions of sexuality are common place, and the current fashion is to wear provocative, revealing clothing, even for public servants like the police. ##### (Characters who appear in this chapter) Tommy Gunn: 19. The protagonist of this story. A cocky and arrogant young man. Incredibly handsome and confident. Swimmer's body, six-pack abs, blue eyes, black hair. Lucy Lockhart: 25. Tommy's former babysitter and current police office. Short red hair, big green eyes, freckles, nice tits, big ass. Easily bullied into sex and demeaning situations. Ciara Chocolate: 35. A mysterious woman with great wealth and influence in Climax City. Milk-chocolate skin, tall, Amazonian, large breasts, short sleek brown hair, many ear piercings, perfect ass. Likes to wear very expensive, very sexy clothes. Bunny: 19. A former child actress. Five feet high, cute and sexy, long blonde hair in pigtails, big blue eyes, firm little tits and a bubbly heart-shaped butt. Dresses like a slutty school girl. Arianna Leblanc: 38: Another mysterious and powerful woman, vey similar in manner to Ciara. Milky white skin, golden blonde hair, cruel beauty, tall and strong. Also wears expensive, revealing clothes. Araña: 21. Mercenary's daughter, a violent girl. Hispanic, light brown skin, lithe muscular body, smallish firm tits, spider tattoos over her nipples, spider tramp stamp. Her left eye is missing and she wears a leather eye-patch with a spider on it. ##### "Oh fuck!" the cute brunette with the pierced nipples screamed. "I'm cumming! HOLLY SHIT!!! It's . . . it's the best I've ever . . . FUCK!!!" Tommy enjoyed the way her pretty face looked as she starting to orgasm for the fourth time in the last hour, this one clearly more mind-blowing than the others. Her tear-filled green eyes rolled upward, her pierced tongue stuck out like a tired dog's, and her entire busty body was drenched with sweat. Her legs wrapped around his muscular waist as he plowed into her with long, powerful thrusts, and she kept slipping because she was shaking so uncontrollably. Her long nails scraped at his muscular back, scratching him, but the slight pain only goaded him to fuck her even harder. "Oh God! Oh God! Tommy! Tommy! TOMMY YOU ARE A FUCKING GOD!!! I . . ." and then she just started screaming and kicking like she was possessed. Her tight, hairless cunt popped like a water balloon, again, and the mattress beneath them was further ruined. The smell of sex would never be washed out of it. "Tommy! Tommy! Tommy!" She was having the hardest, greatest, most earth-shattering, mind-expanding sex of her life, but Tommy was actually a little bored. He couldn't even remember this bitch's name. He had picked her up at a burger joint she worked at as a waitress, wearing a slutty little uniform. The menu was crap and the cocktails were cheap but low in alcohol (the joint didn't card and Tommy passed for 21 even though he was 19). He decided that this dumb bitch with the pierced nipples sticking through her shirt was probably the only appetizing thing on the menu, so he seduced her, subtly touching her shoulder and flashing her with his big, pussy-killing smile. She had resisted at first, saying something about a boyfriend, but after a few minutes she was on her knees in the bathroom sucking his cock like she was starving for it. She had to take him home because he had generated a large bill by that point and he didn't have any money. This slut was angry with him when she realized she was going to be paying his bill, but she seemed happy enough when he offered to refund her back at her place. He finished paying his refund by standing over her quivering body and sticking his nine inch cock right between her big, perky tits, thrusting in and out, shooting a hot load of cum across her pretty, exhausted face. She squealed in awe as his fat cock shot out thick strands of white cum like a super-soaker, splattering across the family photos she had on the nightstand and decorating her face. She brought her mouth down on the head to suck out every drop from his apricot-sized balls. Her tongue worked his slit as she sucked his head, and for the first time he actually moaned with surprise. This girl had a so-so pussy, but her cock-sucking skills were top-notch. Maybe he would bother calling her up again . . . maybe. "Honey," a young man's voice came from the door. "I'm home . . . WHAT THE FUCK!!!" Tommy looked over to see some dude in his early twenties standing in the doorway to her messy room, which by all appearances to Tommy had seemed like the room of a typical twenty-something single girl, but as he took a second glance he realized these two losers were probably living together. The boyfriend was even more pierced and tattooed than she was, and his hair was styled in a sort of Mohawk. "Snake!" the girl gasped, cum spilling out of her open mouth. "I . . . I . . . it was just-" "Bitch!" the man with the stupid name of 'Snake' yelled. "You fucking slut! I'm going to kill you! And you," he said pointing to Tommy, "I'm going to kick the shit out of you! Jesus, how old are you even?" "Nineteen," he answered casually, completely unafraid of the incensed boyfriend. "I'm a sophomore over at Climax City High." Snake just stammered like an idiot, looking as if his head might explode. Tommy smiled a little as he imagined just that, and all of Snake's facial piercings getting stuck in the walls. "A fucking high schooler? You cheated on me with a fucking kid." "Baby," she cried. "I'm so sorry. It's just . . . he just . . . so good . . . and-" "Dude, you don't even need to be angry at me," Tommy apathetically engaged in diplomacy. "Your girlfriend is a total slut. Of course she cheated on you." "She's my fiancé!" "Whatever. All I'm saying is, she brought me back here and started sucking my cock without even telling me her name." "My name's Mindy," she said weakly, sad that the hot young stud had forgotten her name. "I told you like a dozen times." "Whatever Mandy. Point is, whatever little spat you two are having, leave me out of it. I'm only here to get my cock sucked. Now if you don't mind, Snake, you girlfriend still needs to clean my dick off. And I'll want to take a shower afterward. I smell like her pussy right now. Also, she promised she'd give me a ride back home. I never come out to this crappy part of the city. You don't mind paying for gas, right?" Snake just stood there for a few moments, staring agape at the arrogant little high school kid who had just essentially told him to wait and watch his girlfriend get fucked again. Snake couldn't believe this kid was for real, he must have been a complete retard to not be afraid. Then again, this kid wasn't some scrawny little geek. His body was a tan statue of perfectly sculpted muscle, broad shoulders, narrow waste, and his cock looked even thicker than one of Mindy's wrists. He was absent of tattoos, hairless, and dripping with bad-boy good looks, with his spiky black hair that hung over his eyes and a smile that flashed like a dagger. "You . . . you muthafucka . . . IMMA KILL YOU!" Snake pulled out a knife and charged at him. Tommy leapt off of the cum-covered slut and in the span of a few seconds disarmed the angry Snake, spun him around, twisted his wrist to point it snapped, and then ran his skull into the wall so hard it left a dent. Snake collapsed on the ground unconscious, blood dripping from his nostrils. Tommy chuckled to himself. Kicking Snake's ass was almost as easy as fucking Sandy's, or whatever her name was. "You monster!" Candy screamed, leaping naked out of the bed, dripping with sweat. "I think you killed him. Oh my god, you killed my fiancé!" "Don't be such a drama-queen, you little bitch. I didn't kill him, I just knocked him out. That gives us time for another round. I think I'll fuck your ass this time." Now Cindy was staring at him agape, stunned by his callous arrogance. She felt insulted, disgusted, and worst of all she still couldn't stop looking at the thick nine-inch cock which was somehow still stoically erect. Tears filled her eyes as her body and mind were torn in two, one half wanting nothing more than to bend over and offer itself to this cocky little stud, the other side wanting to kill him. The second half eventually won. "You fucking little shit!" She yelled, grabbing a empty vodka bottle from the floor and swinging it at Tommy's head. He ducked just in time, and it slipped from her grasp, shattering against the wall. "You little bitch! You could have hurt me!" "You hurt my fiancé, you asshole!" She was looking around for something else to throw at him. "Yeah, who was threatening to kill you a second ago. Jesus, if you like him so much why did you cheat on him?" She couldn't answer that. She had never cheated on Snake before, but there had just been something so intoxicating about the cocky teenager who had slapped her on the ass at work. His devilish smile, his crystal blue eyes, his boyish face but manly body. And his smell, something about his smell made her so wet she could barely walk straight. She saw Snake's knife on the ground and she went for it, picking it up and swinging it at Tommy's face. He caught her by the wrist and twisted. She screamed pathetically as the knife fell to the floor. Her body was now pressed against his, the soft flesh of her tits smashed up against his glistening wall of cut muscle, his hard cock sticking between her supple legs. The look in his bright blue eyes was one of intense anger and disappointment. "Stupid bitch. Now I have to hurt you." She had just enough time to inhale before his fist came rocketing up into her soft, flat stomach, his knuckles digging so deep that she could feel them in her stomach. Their eyes were locked as the pain shot through her slender body, causing her eyes to grow large and fill with tears, her tongue waggling out as her gut tried to vomit. She had not eaten in a while though, and so all that came out was spit. She wanted to crumble to the ground and die, but Tommy was holding her up by her hair. He raised up his other hand and let her see that he was about to slap her. There was nothing she could do to stop it. SMACK!!! His open palm sent her spinning, her gazelle-like legs struggling for balance. The room was a dizzy nightmare as she tried to recall where she was, and she ended up tripping right over Snake's body, falling tits-first on to the bed. She struggled to get up, but a strong hand was pressed firmly against her lower back, another pushing her legs wide apart. Then something hard, wet, and burning hot pressed against the virgin rim of her tight asshole, something much bigger than she thought could fit. "N-no . . . (cough) . . . please," she cried. He was too big. "Please what, you stupid cunt? 'Please fuck my ass?' Is that what you want? You want these nine inches that just ruined your pussy to tear your ass up?" "N-n-n-" "Okay. If you insist." He plunged into her in one stroke, all nine inches slamming into her with the same force his fist had just used on her gut. She screamed, she cried, and pretty soon she was cumming her brains out and begging for more. ##### Tommy must have been fucking her a lot harder than he realized, because at some point someone had called the police and he could see them parking in the street five stories below. Luckily they were in a pretty bad neighborhood and the cops were never quick to respond to anything, let alone a domestic dispute. He was just finishing up as the armed police officers came running up the stairs, beating out the last of his orgasm onto Martha's (or whatever her name was) face. She was plastered with his cum, and she was sweating so much that she was probably going to be dehydrated the next day. Every muscle in her body stood out as she tried to cope with the painful bliss he had left her in, her face a stupid, blank expression of vacant joy. As the cops burst into the room he was already climbing down the side of the building, descending five stories by jumping from neon sign to neon sign. The crappy apartment building was so littered with them that it was almost as easy as taking the stairs. He jumped from the second floor, landing on the roof of one police car, smashing its windows. "WHAT THE HELL!" an officer inside the car yelled. She stumbled out and fell to her knees, holding her bruised head. "Oh shit," Tommy said. Running from the cops was one thing, but actually confronting them was another. He raised his fist, ready to knock her out with a single punch before she could reach for her gun, but then he got a good look at her long legs, her shapely big butt, and the short red hair dangling over her freckled face. "Lucy?" The junior officer looked up, her big green eyes filled with tears. "Oh shit, not you again." "Lucy, old buddy," Tommy happily greeted her. "What are you doing here." She looked angry. "You're supposed to call me Officer Lockhart, Tommy. I'm a cop now. I have a real job, you need to respect my authority." "Ha, I remember when you use to babysit me. I didn't respect your authority than either. In fact, I remember giving you a wedgie so bad I pulled your thong over your face. You're the same dumb bitch you've always been Lucy, even if you have a badge." She stood up, groggy and angry at the cute boy who had been taunting her for so many years. He enjoyed the way her freckled cleavage looked in her uniform. In Climax City there wasn't much sense of decency or even practicality when it came to fashion. All the politicians were mobsters and porn-stars, and pornography was used as public art, so even the cops could dress however they wanted. Lucy's uniform was a pair of tight denim shorts that barely contained her big juicy ass, from which hung her gun-belt. her big milky white tits were held up by a crop top and a tight police jacket that left her entire curvy midsection bare. In any other place and time she would have looked more like a stripper than a cop, but in Climax City in the year 2099, she looked like everyone else. "I'm . . . I'm supposed to arrest you," she threatened meekly. "I bet you had something to do with that domestic dispute upstairs, and now you've just destroyed police property." Tommy just smiled at her in a pitiful, condescending way. He knew she wasn't going to arrest him. He got close to her, pushing his chest against hers, and one of his hands slipped down the front of her tight shorts, opening the zipper as he went. He found her fat clit instantly, right where it always was, and began tweaking it. She began to whimper like a little girl rather than a 25 year old woman as he fingered her, her submission already evident. "You've always been like a big sister to me, you know," he said in an insincere, mocking voice. "When mom was out partying or at the porn studio, you stayed over to watch me. Even after I tuned eighteen you came to check up on me, although by then I knew what you really wanted, you desperate little slut." "N-no. You're wrong." "You wanted my big, fat, cock." "Nooooo," she whined, already on the verge of an orgasm. "You only checked up on me because you were waiting for a chance to get me in bed, you dirty molester you. The moment I turned eighteen I got tired of your stupid little games though, so I just gave into your sexual demands. You raped me." She gasped, offended by his accusation. "That isn't what happened at all! I just wanted to see how you were doing, and then her slapped me in the face with that . . . that big . . . that huge . . . OH!" A little orgasm rippled through her body causing her legs to shiver, and forcing her to push up even harder against her young conqueror. Tommy withdrew his hand and brought it to his lips. She tasted great. "I'm going to bail," he said, gladly noticing how sad she looked to hear that. "You'll cover my back right?" She bit her lip as she considered how unethical it was to cover up a crime just because she was in love with the perp. "Yes," she finally said. "I'll fudge the DNA tests and try to get the victim to be dismissed as an unreliable witness. And as for the car, I'll say it was a black guy . . . again." "Good girl." He grabbed her by the waist and kissed her hard on the lips, this time with real passion. She moaned wantonly into his mouth, their tongues dancing together, and she almost had another small orgasm. He let her go and she fell back on the hood of her busted patrol car, barely able to stand. Tommy was already running away, and the sight of his perfect ass in his tight jeans was enough to take her breath away. "Call me!" she called out desperately. "Please!" ##### Tommy just managed to catch the last light-rail out of this miserable part of the city so he could head home to the other miserable part of city where he lived. As the cheap, rusty train grinded its way over the tracks, suspended over the shanty houses of the poor, Tommy could see the gleaming lights and perfect glass towers of the wealthy part of town, where billionaires rubbed shoulders with pop-stars, porn-stars, and high-powered politicians. That was just the way things were in Climax City, a metropolis of almost 10 millions souls, all ready to stab each other in the back and fuck everyone else over at a moment's notice. The divide between rich and poor was the greatest it had ever been in human history, and although the city was pretentiously a democracy, in reality the rich controlled absolutely everything, especially the lives of the poor. A rich man could buy anything in Climax city: illegal weapons, drugs of every variety, genetic enhancements, cybernetic parts, sex slaves, cures for cancer, and who knows what else. The poor on the other hand could barely afford their rent. Something about the overwhelming injustice and inequality of Climax City bred a culture of sexual recklessness and dissolution. People fucked, got high, murdered one another, an fucked some more, just to escape from the crushing reality of their world. Technology had progressed to a point that going to a plastic surgeon was as inexpensive as going to the supermarket, so even the poor had fairly good looks, and it had become more or less acceptable to pimp, fuck, and even rape in almost any context. High school principals recruited their students as porn-stars and prostitutes, even holding classes to determine the sexual abilities of their eighteen year old students. Priests openly fornicated with nuns, and cheap sluts would literally go door to door selling themselves like girlscouts sold cookies. For most Climax City was a hell with a few pleasant distractions, but for Tommy it was a paradise. He loved the struggle, the fight against society, with nothing but his smarts, good looks, and huge cock to help him. The only problem for Tommy was that he always wanted more. No matter how many cherries he popped at school, there was always one more cute little virgin just turning eighteen. No matter how many milfs he fucked, there was always one other schoolmate of his to humiliate by banging his mom. No matter how much money he got selling drugs or robbing the purses of his many lovers, it was never enough to buy him one of those big crystal towers. Secret Sex-Fight Society Ch. 01 Tommy was woken from his dreaming when the light-rail came to a screeching halt. He was completely alone on the entire train, and he worried that if someone got on they would try to kill and rob him. This really wasn't a good part of town to be in at 1am, but he was more than capable of protecting himself. But to his shock it wasn't some dirty homeless person or gangbanger that came aboard. It was a school girl. A cute, sexy, busty little school girl, like something out of a hentai manga. She was barely five feet tall, with her long blonde hair tied up into two long pigtails, and most of her peachy skin was left bare by her microscopic uniform. Her blouse was so short it exposed the bottoms of her round breasts, and her pink nipples showed through the transparent material. Her plaid skirt was so short it left her bubbly butt almost totally bare, and her little legs were covered up by thigh-high socks, with little 'fuck-me' pumps on her feet. The teddy-bear backpack she wore made her look like a child, but Tommy could tell by her body she was at least his age. The outfit actually wasn't that unusual though. Lots of girls dressed like that in Climax City. Another woman followed her on, and this one sent a shiver down Tommy's cock, stiffening it despite the number of times he had just busted his nut in that slut from earlier. The woman was tall and curvy like a goddess, both firm and soft looking. Her brown skin was the color of milk-chocolate, and her brown hair was cut into a short, stylish, sleek style that made her look like a modern business woman, but her ears had numerous diamond piercings. Her suit was a black, skin-tight, perfectly fitted pencil suit that looked like it was painted on her divine body. Together they looked like an erotic teacher and student duo from a porno, and Tommy almost wondered if they were some kind of hallucination, or maybe prostitutes on their way to their pimp, but that couldn't be. Prostitutes as hot as these two went for thousands a night. They wouldn't be working this shitty part of town. Despite the train being completely empty the gorgeous business woman sat down directly across from Tommy, not crossing her legs until the last moment, giving him a good view of her expensive black thong panties. Her powerful legs looked strong enough to kick through a brick wall, and Tommy had to wonder what they'd feel like wrapped around his waist as he beat her black pussy like a drum. The slutty school girl stood between them, grabbing one of the poles instead of sitting. Her cute, bare ass was right in Tommy's face, and he could see the piece of floss-like underwear she had on, outlining the soft curves of her pussy-mound. He could practically smell her cunt. "Are you ready for this Bunny?" the woman asked, sounding very serious and stern. "Of course Miss Chocolate," the girl answered, although she did not sound so sure of herself. "You better be. You lost the last two. One more, and your ass is out." "I won't let you down." The little school girl was nervous, judging by the way she kept dancing on her tippy-toes, shaking her cute ass in Tommy's face. He had no idea what they were talking about, but it sounded pretty serious. Maybe this Miss Chocolate was Bunny's pimp, and the little blondie hadn't been pulling her weight recently. The train hit a bump in the tracks so hard that all the lights flickered on and off. Tommy was almost sent out of his seat, and Bunny was bounced in the air. She landed heavily into his lap, her heart-shaped ass bouncing down on his semi-rigid cock. "Ouch," she whine. "Stupid old train." Tommy's cock sprang to attention at the familiar weight of a little hussy in his lap, the firm globes of her buttocks hugging his penis perfectly. She was very light, but her body felt tight, like an athlete's. She was so short that the top of her head only came up to Tommy's chin. She smelled amazing. "You okay sweetie?" he whispered in her ear. He reached around with one hand and took a firm grip of her left breast, fitting it in his hand like a plump orange. He felt a little shiver run through her body as he squeezed her young chest. She whimpered so cutely. "Y-yeah," she sniveled. "I'm good." "You have to be careful on these old trains. You don't want to have an accident. Maybe I should hold on to you. Just so, you know, you don't slip." His other hand glided up her leg, pushing up her tiny skirt and resting on the warm mound of her pussy. She was shivering, and her clit was as hard as a fingernail. "I . . . I . . . um," she was looking at her older companion, the apathetic Miss Chocolate, who gave no response at all. She seemed completely unconcerned with what was transpiring right in front of her, as if Bunny and Tommy were simply having a conversation. Tommy twisted her little clit to help her decide. "YES!" Tommy Moved both hands under her shirt, tweaking her pink nipples as he ran hot kisses down her baby-smooth neck and earlobes, causing her to moan sensually. She was very responsive to his every move, and she started grinding her firm ass over his hard cock, dry humping him better than some women could actually fuck. The buttons of her blouse came undone easily, and her tits were completely exposed to Miss Chocolate, who seemed unimpressed. Tommy moved one hand down to her pussy again, and he found it hot and wet. He put pressure on it, and Bunny almost started to cry as her body coped with the pleasure. She couldn't stop wiggling on his cock. Tommy couldn't believe what was happening. He had fucked a lot of girls in a lot of taboo and unexpected situations, one time fucking a bride ten minutes before she walked down the aisle, and another time fucking a mother and daughter simultaneously, but this circumstance was still extraordinary. He knew exactly what he wanted to do. He wanted to fuck this little Bunny until she was screaming her head off and cumming her brains out. He was going to fuck her harder and more thoroughly than she would even be fucked again, but all this would just be foreplay. He wanted to get a reaction from Miss Chocolate, a good one, right before he'd go over to her and jam his cock down her throat. She was the one her really wanted. Bunny was just an appetizer. Then a cell phone rang. Miss Chocolate's big mocha tits jiggled erotically. She pulled a tiny black phone from between her perfect breasts and checked the screen. She then held it up to Bunny. Tommy could see the bright screen as well. It read: BUNNY VS. ARAÑA. "They're here," Miss Chocolate said matter-of-factly, standing up. "Come on." Bunny whined. "But I'm . . . I'm so close-" "Now! Or you forfeit!" Bunny whined again, and so did Tommy when she hopped off his lap, re-buttoned her blouse and pulling her skirt back into place. She turned around and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, more of a peck than anything, and then skipped away, her little butt bouncing with every step. Miss Chocolate followed her, heading for the next train car, her own perfect ass swaying with every graceful step of her powerful legs. "If you know what's good for you," she said to Tommy over her shoulder, "you'll stay right . . . fucking . . . there." She disappeared into the next car, the door closing behind her. Tommy sat there is stupid silence for easily a whole minute. What the fuck had just happened? Who were those beautiful women, and what were they doing in such a dangerous part of town this late at night. Tommy's cock was as hard as a brick, but with Bunny gone his mind cleared enough to analyze his situation critically. The woman had been very expensively dressed. There was no way her suit cost less than a few thousand dollars, and most of the many small earrings she wore had diamonds in them. She wasn't some hooker, pricey or otherwise, and she seemed to be something other than a pimp, although the way she controlled Bunny was very domineering. He had to learn what was going on. He moved to the front of the car, ducking so that Miss Chocolate wouldn't see him through the door's window. He wasn't sure why he was even bothering to hide, but something about the mocha-skinned goddess actually frightened him, something on an instinctual level, like when deer encounters a lioness for the first time. There was some sort of almost elemental power emanating from her rock-hard, Amazonian body. Tommy peeked through the window and saw that two new woman had come onto the train, very similar to the first pair. There was another school girl, this one a tall Hispanic girl with long wavy black hair and heavy bangs that covered up her eyes. Her puffy dark lips were drawn in a disgusted sneer, but even then she was beautiful. Her body was lithe and sporty, although most of it was hidden by a baggy uniform sweater. Unlike Bunny, her outfit was actually pretty conservative, although unusually she wore two leather gloves studded with metal balls that went up to her elbows, and her big leather boots were steel-toed. The woman she was with her had the exact same shapely physique and silhouette as Miss Chocolate, almost as if they were twins, but she was white and blonde, her milky skin glistening like polished marble. She wore a similar skimpy suit as well, except hers was perfectly white, just a shade or so lighter than her skin. She looked very arrogant and smug. "So are we agreed on the rules?" Miss Chocolate asked the other woman. The blonde Amazon nodded. "No weapons except for what already exists in the environment. No interference from other fighters. No breaks or time limits. No tapping out or quitting once the match has begun. To win, one fighter must render the other unconscious. Fighters will refrain from lethal force, and the use of such force will be disqualifying." "Make sure that crazy bitch of yours understands the last part, Arianna" Miss Chocolate pointed at the Hispanic babe. "No lethal force." "Oh, don't worry Ciara," the blonde woman, Arianna, answered. "Araña doesn't want to kill your little bitch. She wants to fuck her, and last time I checked, Araña wasn't into necrophilia. Although you should be concerned about losing. Your girl looks like she just graduated from pre-school." "I'm nineteen you fucking cock-bag," Bunny answered. "More than old enough to wipe the flow with your slut." Miss Chocolate slapped bunny on the ass so hard it echoed through the train, making the little girl squeak. "Silence Bunny. You're a fighter. Fighters aren't allowed to talk to managers that way." She turned to Arianna as Bunny whined and rubbed her ass. "But she is right about that trash you call a fighter. At least Bunny managed to go one round with Mandingo without getting skull-fucked." At that remark the Hispanic girl, Araña, looked up with the most furious, hateful expression Tommy had even seen on a woman. Her bangs flew up and he saw her eyes . . . or EYE, really. Her left eye was covered by an eye-patch that had the image of a spider on it. "No more talk," Araña said in a voice barely above a whisper. "Let's do this." The two older women smiled at each other, shooting out looks of competitive rivalry like two football coaches before a championship game. They walked to either end of the train-car, Miss Chocolate taking the end closer to where Tommy was hiding, Arianna taking the far end. Araña and Bunny stared each other down like boxers waiting for the bell, fists raised and legs wide apart. Araña was easily a foot taller than Bunny, and had way more reach, but something about the way Bunny bounced around had more energy to it, her young body bursting with spunk. Frightening though, were the gloves and boots Araña wore. They were solid black leather, and they were studded with metal balls. They looked dangerous. Chocolate and Arianna held up their cell-phones, and they both started chiming in unison. An electronic voice came from the phones, ringing in the train-car like a ghost. "READY!" the voice rang. "SET!" it yelled. "FIGHT!" And then it started. Araña threw a lightning fast punch right into Bunny's face, and Tommy expected to see the cute girl's nose get crushed like an eggshell, but instead she caught the larger girl's arm, deflecting it with her own forearm. Araña punched again and was again deflected. She followed up with a kick to Bunny's side, but Bunny blocked it with both arms. The two girls went back and forth like this for almost a minute, punching and kicking at each other, neither ever really making contact. Tommy couldn't believe what he was seeing, these two slutty school girls were fighting like master martial-artists. Tommy could see that the momentum was moving in Bunny's favor though, surprisingly. Araña's blocks and dodges were getting sloppier, more rushed, and she was gasping angrily, whereas Bunny was throwing three punches for every one that she needed to block. Her strikes were getting through as well, occasionally striking Araña in her breasts or stomach, one kick getting her right in the knee, causing Araña to curse in pain. Bunny took the opening and delivered a brutal barrage of quick punches to Araña stomach, finishing her combo with a brutal uppercut to the chin. Araña fell back, her one eye dazed, and she fell to her ass in one of the seats. Bunny actually did a little dance right in front of her seated opponent, wiggling her bubbly ass in Araña's face. "Get ready to eat this big butt, Araña. I want to feel the long tongue of yours in my ass." Araña stood back up, clearly dazed and in pain, and she threw one big, risky punch that sailed above Bunny's head, and the smaller girl responded by performing a perfect high-kick (exposing her cute little pussy to Tommy) into the left side of Araña's head, striking her in her blind spot. Araña staggered like a drunk, her long legs shaking as the train-car went over another bump in the track. And then Bunny performed one of the most amazing maneuvers Tommy had ever seen. She jumped up into the air and grabbed onto the pipes running along the train's ceiling, suspending herself in the air. She then wrapped her supple legs around Araña's head, pulling the Hispanic cyclop's head into her warm pussy. Then, Bunny let go. She fell backwards to the floor, twisting mid-air, which sent Araña off her feet and somersaulting over Bunny. Together they flipped and it ended with Araña on her back and Bunny on top of her, sitting squarely on her opponent's face. They had landed so hard that the whole car shook, and Tommy had to assume that Araña had to be knocked out. "Damn, that was easy," Bunny said, standing up and dusting off her bare butt. "I guess when Mandingo skull-fucked her he popped the part of her brain that knew how to fight." She jumped up and did a sexy little pose. "Victory by knockout!" "Bunny, you little retard!" Miss Chocolate yelled. "She isn't down yet!" "What?" Bunny asked, wasting her last second. Araña's fist flew up and struck Bunny right in her little pussy, smacking so loudly that Tommy winced in sympathetic pain. Bunny cried out in ache, bending over at the waist and sticking out her ass. Araña slid on her back out of Bunny's legs, and her own legs shot up to wrap around Bunny's neck. Then Araña amazingly arched her back, coming to a perfectly rigid handstand, her feet forking tightly around Bunny' neck. Araña was so much taller than Bunny that the smaller girl was lifted completely off the ground by her neck, choking her as her legs kicked helplessly for release. Araña would have to be incredibly strong to maintain such a move. Araña followed it up by performing a sort of back-flip, coming to her feet and throwing Bunny through the air like a ragdoll. Bunny flew right at Arianna, who at the last second raised her knee so that Bunny's back landed on it. "FUUUUCCCCKKK!!!" Bunny howled in pain, falling to the floor, clutching her nearly broken spine. "Hey!" Chocolate yelled. "No interference!" Arianna shrugged with a bitchy smile. "I wasn't interfering. I was protecting myself. It was a total, utterly, completely unrehearsed accident." Their argument ended as Bunny staggered to her feet. Araña was upon her in the blink of an eye, and this time her punches met their marks. Her leather-incased fists pummeled Bunny'd face, stomach and breasts, knocking her about with brutal precision. Then Araña grabbed Bunny by her head and pulled it down, bringing her knee up into Bunnies gut so hard that she vomited a wad of spit onto the ground. Things were not going Bunny's way, Tommy realized, and he wondered if he should jump in and save her. He had almost fucked this little girl a minute ago, so he may have felt some inkling of chivalry, or at least what passed for chivalry. Essentially, he just wanted to protect the pussy that he wanted to fuck, but he did not jump in. He had seen girls fight before, hardly a day went by without a catfight at school, and he always got a boner watching them, but this was so much more intense. For Tommy, who had been getting bored with life and with sex, this was the most bizarrely erotic thing he had ever seen. He didn't care what happened, so long as it was brutal. Araña's hands were tangled in Bunny's blonde hair, and the taller girl decided to throw the her opponent again. She got a strong grip, and then ran Bunny in the other direction, throwing her at Chocolate this time. But amazingly Bunny was still lucid enough to reverse it. Instead of running head-first into Chocolate, she jumped up and grasped onto one of the vertical poles used for train-passengers. She swung on it like a stripper-pole, launching herself in the air and kicking Araña in the face with both feet. Araña fell back and Bunny followed her, grabbing onto the next pole and spinning on it as well, using the momentum to spin-kick Araña again and again and again. Araña did her best to block but it was useless, Bunny had too much power built up with her stripper-pole-attack. "Stupid bitch!" Bunny taunted. "I'm going to kick the shit out of you, and then I'm going to get the biggest dildo in Miss Chocolate's collection, and I'm going to skull-fuck your other eye!" The angry Hispanic girl screamed in rage, her eye twinkling with a frenzied vengeance. Then Araña did something smart. She ducked down, Bunny's kick swishing through her hair. She reached the floor and with both feet she kicked the pole, almost dislodging it from its socket. Bunny was destabilized, losing her balance and falling face first to the floor at and awkward angle. Bunny tried to crawl up to her feet, but Araña beat her to it. She kicked Bunny in the side, causing the little girl to cough in pain, and then Araña grabbed her blonde hair and slammed her face first into the floor. "Ditzy little cunt," Araña kicked Bunny again. "Marshmallow shit like you doesn't belong in the Secret Society." Araña stood over the near unconscious Bunny, still wavering a bit from all the blows to her head. She was breathing heavily, sweating profusely, and her one eye was almost glowing with pure, animalistic hatred. "Finish her Araña," Arianna encouraged her champion. "Make that little piggy squeal." The blonde woman was visibly hot and bothered by the brutal catfight. Her skirt was hiked up so far Tommy could see her big, wet pussy, which she was fingering casually, and her other hand was inside her jacket, tweaking one of her big, hard nipples. He was in the same aroused state as the buxom woman. He didn't even realize he as stroking his nine-inch cock until he heard the fapping sound. He was hiding behind the door, on his knees, cock in hand like a peeping tom. "Yes Mistress," Araña obeyed, licking her puffy brown lips. Then something happened that both aroused and frightened Tommy. Araña grabbed the neckline of her baggy sweater, screamed, and ripped it open, tearing it from neck to waist, into two pieces. The lights flickered and the train rocked. As the soft material was torn away she exposed a lithe, athletic body with almost 0% body fat, her every muscle slightly pronounced. Her light brown skin glistened with sweat, and as she rendered herself naked she seemed to transform into something far less human and far more demonic. The train car was quickly transforming into hell and she was becoming the devil. Her nipples had been tattooed to look like two black spiders clinging to her firm tits, and when she turned to tear off her skirt Tommy saw a spider tramp-stamp over her tight, nimble ass. She even tore her thong panties away, ripping them off like a spider web, and throwing them to the ground. The only things left on her shimmering body were the two studded leather gloves and the leather, steel-toed boots. Secret Sex-Fight Society Ch. 01 This new, naked, demonic Araña grabbed the barely cognizant Bunny by her long blonde hair, lifting the poor girl to her feet. Araña's hands danced around the little girl, violently stripping her naked. First the blouse came off, shooting buttons out like shrapnel, then the skirt was torn off her hips as Araña spanked her bubble butt. The thong was last, stretching almost four feet before snapping. Bunny was stirred awake by her nakedness, cold air kissing every centimeter of her young body, and she tried to fight back. She punched, she kicked, and she even tried to head-butt, but Araña deflected each blow with ease, slapping Bunny's face and tits with every opening. Then Araña grabbed her petite rival, wrapping her up in a big bear hug, tiny peach feet dangling off the ground, and Araña gave her a big, dominant kiss. Tommy could see Araña's tongue pushing against Bunny's soft cheeks from the inside. When the kiss ended Araña pulled back, inhaled, and then spat all over Bunny's face. "Slut. I could knock you out so easily right now. Too easily. I'd rather end this the way you deserve to be ended, like the cheap little sex-toy you are." Then Araña glided to the floor, rolling up into a ball, and rolling up Bunny with her. Now Tommy realized why Bunny had been winning at first, but was now losing so badly. It had to do with style. Bunny was small, but her fighting style was that of a bruiser, relying on punches and kicks to beat the shit out of her opponent, but that method of fighting really only worked well for fighters with the strength and endurance to back it up, which was why her strongest kicks came from using the train's poles for momentum. Araña on the other hand wasn't very good at punching or kicking. Her power was in this: her flexibility. As he watched them wrestle on the floor, Araña bent the slutty little girl into shapes that Tommy didn't think were humanly possible, bending legs over arms, her ass over her head, and splitting her legs open so wide they looked about ready to pop off. Araña was a contortionist, and she was using her body to torture her enemy to the point of madness. "Oh God! Stop! Please!" Bunny cried, but Tommy could tell that her cries were not all in pain. As Araña bent Bunny around like a paperclip she was also stroking her, teasing her, fingering her, and even sticking her longue, wet tongue into Bunny's little anus. "FUCK!!!" Bunny screamed as Araña bent her head so far back it touched her ass. Araña forced a kiss on Bunny again, and then moved a few inches down to eat her pussy and ass. "Please! No more! I surrender! EEK!!!" "Sorry cocksucker, but we agreed there would be no tapping out," Araña reminded her. "The only way this ends is when you pass out." She rammed three fingers into Bunny's dripping cunt. "Please . . .," Bunny sobbed. "Just end it . . . finish me . . . " Araña sneered down at her pathetic adversary. "You got it bitch. Time I put baby down for a nap." Araña then performed a move even more impressive than Bunny's earlier summersault-throw. She kept her legs entangled with Bunny's body, but her arms reached up and grabbed two of the vertical bars, pulling both of their bodies up towards the ceiling. She kept climbing up this way, suspending them both in the air, and adding gravity to the painful submission-hold she had on Bunny's tortured body. Araña did some flipping around, folding limps into new painful knots, and when it was over they were both hanging from the ceiling, Bunny wrapped up in Araña like a fat bug in a spider's web. All of Araña's hands and feet were tangled in with Bunny's hands and feet, pulling the poor girl apart in numerous directions, and she even managed to position Bunny's sopping pussy right above her face. Tommy could see clearly that Araña was licking at Bunny's erect clit as she contorted their bodies in a deadly '69' position. "Welcome to the Spider's Web, little girl!" Araña laughed. "No one has ever escaped my ultimate technique! Do you think we picked this location for our fight by accident?" "Holy shit!" Bunny screamed. "You're ripping me apart!" "Mmmm . . . you are so close," Araña teased, tonguing the little girls fat clit with her long tongue. "You're about to pop any second. Won't that be nice? Once you cum all the pain stops. One final explosion of sensation and then you can rest in the comfort of darkness. You are so close, can't you taste it? I can," Araña mocked, nibbling at the pink pussy above her face. "Please . . . please let me cum. Just . . . just fuck me." Bunny was crying. Tears dripped from her eyes as sex dripped from between her legs. The pain and pleasure were causing a sensory overload. "What was that, retard? You want me to fuck you? Is that it?" "Yes . . . yes please." "Yes WHAT, you little bitch?" "Yes . . . please . . . please." "WHAT?" Bunny was huffing and puffing so hard her chest might explode. She bit her lip, trying to hold back her humiliating surrender, but then the words came out "FUCK ME! FUCK ME PLEASE! ARAÑA!" "You got it bitch." Araña dove into Bunny's snatch like a cannibal, licking fiercely and then sucking so powerfully that Tommy could hear the slurping noise. Bunny started to wail as she climaxed, multiple orgasms quaking through her body at once, each powerful enough to knock her out. Her pussy popped like a water-balloon, spraying sexual mist everywhere almost causing Araña to slip and fall as she was doused in sex-honey. She leaned back her head and laughed a dry, sadistic laugh as Bunny's mind was overwhelmed by the zenith of physical experience she had been brought too. Her eyes rolled up into her skill, her tongue flopped out like a dog's, and every synapse in her brain fired off like a firecrackers. Bunny's violent climax lasted almost two minutes, which for her must have been an eternity and a half of chaotic mindlessness, her soul and spirit adrift in a flood of sensation more powerful than she could comprehend. Even when she came down from her high she couldn't stop shaking like a leaf in a windstorm, and Araña had to still hold on tightly just to not slip as she continued to slurp and lick at her victim's spent sex-pocket. Araña continued to prod and tease, but Bunny couldn't feel any of it. She was gone. Finally sated on pussy-cum, Araña unwrapped her legs and Bunny fell six feet to the floor like a sack of wet clothes. She landed with a heavy thud, splashing in a puddle of her own cum, but was otherwise motionless. Araña slowly descended after her, landing on her feet and striking a dominant pose over the defeated girl. "Victory," Araña announced. "That . . . was . . . spectacular," Arianna clapped, recovering from a small orgasm herself. She readjusted her skirt and gave Araña a big, passionate kiss. "You wrecked that little jailbait trash. I'd hug you, but I don't want all that cum and sweat staining my suit." "Thank you Mistress," Araña said, happy and tired, licking the taste of Arianna from her lips. "Well, Ciara," Arianna said to Miss Chocolate, "looks like I win again. And you know what that means." She snickered and spread her legs open, lifting her skirt again. She turned and bent over, offering up a big, milky white ass to her rival. Chocolate locked pissed, but not at Arianna nearly as much as she did at Bunny. As she walked by her broken champion she leaned over and spat onto the little girl's vacant face. "Loser," she muttered, before bending over to reluctantly kiss Arianna on her big white ass. "Mmmm . . . don't be afraid to use a little tongue sweetie," Arianna laughed. "I know you love the way my ass tastes, considering how much you've been eating it lately." "What about this bitch," Araña said impatiently, indicating Bunny. "She's mine now, right? I can do whatever I want with her?" Chocolate looked up from her meal, running her tongue in a wet circle over her white twin's big ass. "Yes. She's lost three matches in a row for me. You know my policy. Three matches and you're out. For good. I don't care what you do with her, so long as I never have to see her again." Araña licked her lips like a wolf, swaggering her hips a little. "Wonderful." The train came to a stop and the doors to the cars open. Arianna stood up and took Chocolate by the hand, leading her off the train. "C'mon Ciara. I'll call my driver to pick us up and take us back to my Eastside apartment. I have a feeling that you need a stiff drink right about now." "I need something stiff," Chocolate groaned, "but not a drink." Arianna laughed. "That can be arranged." She turned to Araña. "You coming, sweetheart?" "No," Araña answered. "I'm going to play with this bitch till the end of the line. Then I'll decide what to do with her. I'll make my way back to the tower later. With or without her." "Good girl," Arianna said, tossing a bag onto the seat nearby. "There's a change of clothes for you when you're done, and don't be afraid to call for a car. Have fun breaking your new toy." Arianna blew her girl a kiss and then left the train, Chocolate in tow, chatting with each other like old schoolmates. As soon as the two goddesses vanished into the night, the stoic and joyless Araña changed in demeanor. Her stiff, rigid body began to relax, and her big brown lips curved up into a wicked, sadistic smile. She walked around Bunny's collapsed body like she was on a catwalk, licking her lips and running her leather-clad hands up and down her own body, gyrating her hips like an expert stripper warming up for a dance. "Finally," she moaned erotically. "I've wanted to wreck your ass for months, you stupid little bitch. I can't believe Chocolate would waste her time and money on a weakling like you, but I'm happy she did, because now your my toy. And I love breaking toys." Araña grabbed Bunny by an arm and a leg, flipping her over on her back, Bunny's soft tits giggling like little molds of gelatin. Araña squatted down on Bunny's gasping face and planted her wet, tight pussy right on her victim's mouth. She started to pump her hips, humping the little girl's face. "Mmmm," Araña moaned. "Come on sweetie, I know you have enough of a brain left to east some pussy. Work with me here." Bunny's tongue did come out, wiggling like a little slug as Araña rode her face. She did this like a zombie, only because she was told to. Her will had been completely shattered by the explosive, coma-inducing orgasm Araña had tortured from her. "Oh, oh, oh, there you go," Araña started gasping. "Good girl. Eat my naughty pussy, oh, it's the only thing you're good for." Araña tight, glistening ass-cheeks constricted as a small orgasm popped from her tight cunt, causing the submissive slut beneath her to gag and choke as Araña's cum dripped down her throat. Araña jumped up, wiggling her ass happily. She leaned over and delivered a cruel slap across Bunny's face. "Good job slut. Now let's so how many times I can get you to do that before we reach the last stop." Araña took a step back, now standing over Bunny's busted crotch. She leaned over, sticking her tight ass up in the air and hovering her beautiful face over Bunny's, kissing the white girl's lips and face, running her long tongue over every inch of the slut's wet face. "I hate you Bunny," Araña almost whispered. "I've always hated you. Your stupid little clothes. That retarded T.V. show you use to be on. Your perky little attitude. Sunshine just drips out your little cunt, doesn't it. Not anymore, bitch. I'm going to rape you every way I know how to rape, and afterward, I'm going to find the dirtiest, filthiest bathroom I can in this city, and I am going to tie you up in it. Then I'm going to write in big bold letters, 'FREE CUMB DUMBDTER,' on the wall over your stupid head. That's what you are Bunny, and that's all you are ever going to be." "Excuse me," Tommy said, coughing to get the sadistic girl's attention. "But that's not a very nice thing to do to someone." She stayed in the position she was, legs spread and ass up, but her head spun back to see what retard was interrupting her celebration. The young man looking down at her spread-eagle ass was actually quite cute. He had messy black hair, crystal blue eyes, flawless skin, tight clothes, and a hot body. Normally Araña would have enjoyed meeting such a sexy stud and luring him back to her bedroom, so long as she got to be on top, but right now he was an unwanted interruption. "Fuck off," she threatened in her husky, dry voice. "And don't bother calling the cops. They won't come." "Well," Tommy took a step closer. "All the more reason for me to step in and save the day. I feel quite like a superhero actually, here to save the young damsel from the evil super-villainess." "This isn't a fucking joke," Araña raged. "Leave. Now. Or I . . . will break . . . your fucking . . . NECK!" This was the last chance she was going to give him. She didn't want to waste time beating the shit out of him while Bunny's body waited to be defiled, but she would, if he didn't leave. SMACK! Tommy's hand sharply slapped down on Araña's tight buttocks. "You have a killer ass." Araña's teeth grated so hard the almost broke. "You have no idea!" She screamed. She rose one of her legs and kicked backwards, striking Tommy his is muscular stomach with the full strength of her corded body. He choked in pain as he was thrown backwards, his body slamming into the car-door so hard it bent. Tommy puked up a wad of spit onto the floor, stunned by the pain in his stomach. He had never been kicked so hard, ever. Tommy was no stranger to street-fights, he got into one at least once a week, but it had never been a problem mobbing the floor with whatever puffed up pimp he had gotten into an argument with. Tommy ended most fights with a few punches, and could take any beating given to him, but this girl was kicked like a mule. Araña was standing up, her naked chest pumping with her angry breathes. She had the look of a murderer twinkling in her evil eye. "Stupid boy," she hissed. "I'm going to show you what happens when you fall into the spider's web." She ran forward, spinning on her heel and delivering a brutal spin-kick to Tommy's face, the solid leather heel of her shoe smacking the lights out of him. She brought up her other knee into his side, bruising his kidney. He grunted in pain as she started delivering blow after blow to his hard body. Fists, elbows, knees, feet. All the hardest parts of her body were being violently introduced to the softest parts of his. The leather and metal of her gloves and boots made her strikes especially painful. He stood dazed, gasping in pain as his vision swam as if her were underwater. A strong, prickly hand wrapped around the tight bulge in his pants, pinching down on his cock. The pain from his groin caused his sense to return. "Wow," Araña said. "Feels like a big one. Too bad I have to kill you." She pinched it harder. "Men's genitals are so sensitive." "So are girls'," he gasped, grabbing her shoulders to hold her still. His knee came up like a rocket into her naked, dripping cunt, smacking it so hard it almost popped. "SHHHIIIIITT!!!" she whined in intense pain, her one good eye almost popping out, drool flying from her mouth. CRACK! Tommy brought his forehead down and head-butted her right in the face, cracking her whole head back. She staggered backwards, dazed by the blinding pain aching in two parts of her body. One hand went down to her bruised pussy, the other to her hurt face. She opened her eyes just in time to see the bottom of Tommy's shoe flying into face. He hit her with the force of an oncoming train, sending her lithe body spinning through the air. She landed several feet away, rebounding off of the floor. She got to her feet, wiping a small trickle of blood from her lip. Tommy was standing where he had kicked her. He was pulling his shoirt off, revealing his chiseled abs and hairless body. Araña's body swam with pain, but it also swam with the undeniable influence of sexual arousal. It had been a long time since such a hot boy had beaten her up, and it was really getting her turned on. He stood before her, shirtless and sexy as hell. He raised his hand on tweaked his fingers at her, goading her to attack again. She smiled wickedly. This was going to be fun. She ran, kicked, punched, dodged, and he did all the same. For several minutes they danced with each other, neither fighter ever getting the upper hand. Tommy kept a tight boxing stance, keeping his feet on the ground and throwing quick jabs at the tough girl who flipped around him like an acrobat. She ran up the walls and spun on the poles like a circus dancer, moving around him faster than he could follow. Occasionally she would get a shot in, a fist or a knee smacking into his side before she'd swing away. Occasionally he'd get a jab in as well, one or two punch combos slamming into her gut. She stumbled a little, and Tommy tried to exploit the moment. He leaned back and threw a meteoric punch that could have left a dent in a steel safe, but it missed. Araña had planted her hands on his shoulder and somersaulted over him, flying gracefully through the air. He turned, only to see her pussy right in front of his face. Her legs wrapped around his neck, and she fell backwards, mimicking the same move Bunny had performed on her earlier. Tommy felt his body flipping over before he painfully landed on his back, the taste of Araña's pussy filling his mouth. She did not make the same mistake Bunny did though, she didn't stop there. Tommy was blind, so he couldn't see what she was doing, but he could feel his limbs being bent in ways that didn't seem natural. He was being slung around like a sock in a dryer, and suddenly he was lifted up in the air, Araña wheezing with effort to lift both their bodies up. When he opened his eyes he felt dizzy and confused. He was looking at the floor, which was some six or so feet below him. He was hanging from the ceiling of the train, Araña's strong arms and legs wrapped in his, leaving him completely immobilized. Somehow he had lost his pants and was now completely naked. He could feel Araña's hot breath on his rigid cock, her tongue only barely touching the tip. She had him in a 69-submission hold. "This is my ultimate technique," she said. "The Spider's Web. No one had ever escaped it. Your body belongs to me now. I am going to seriously fuck you up, stupid boy. Enjoy this orgasm I'm about to give you. It's going to be your last." Her hot, wet mouth consumed his cock-head, struggling only a little to fit his impressive girth down her expert throat. Most girls could barely suck down the whole thing without choking at first, but Araña was a veteran cock-sucker, having taken down penises even bigger than Tommy's nine-inches. While she sucked him she also arched her body, pulling all of his limbs apart. "Fucking bitch!" he screamed. She was destroying him. The pain of his limbs competed and the pleasure from his cock competed for space in his mind, and it was too much. His consciousness was breaking. He had never felt this before. He grunted and cursed in frustration, and he could feel her throat laughing on his cock. She spat his cock out. "Give up, fucker. My limbs are controlling your limbs, and my mouth is owning this fat cock of yours. Do you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to suck your balls dry so fast they'll pop, literally! And at the same time I'm going to pull all of your limbs out of their sockets. You may not die, not right away, but this will break you." "Bitch! FUCK!" he cried in pain. She laughed. "This is what you get for standing between me and my prey." She consumed his penis again and started really sucking it, pulling it in and out so quickly it hurt. Her throat was like a vacuum. Secret Sex-Fight Society Ch. 01 She was right. Tommy couldn't move at all. The only part of his body he had any freedom over was his cock. That was it! He had an idea. His cock! "You like sucking cock, bitch," he gasped. "Okay. But you've never sucked a cock like mine before." He started pumping, not his hips but his cock itself. He had more control of his penis than most men had over their entire bodies, and it was almost like a monkey's tail for him. When he fucked girls he fucked them with every inch of his cock, being able to move it like a snake, or a caterpillar crawling over the most sensitive parts of their insides. He started doing this to Araña's mouth, forcing his bulbous head deeper and deeper, pumping it faster and faster. Araña instantly started to choke, and she knew something was wrong. She tried to reassert control by biting down, but the cock was just too slick and hard for her teeth to get traction. She was no longer in control. Now it was his cock fucking her mouth rather than the other way around. Her gag reaction kicked in for the first time in years, and bubbles of spit erupted from her lips and nostrils. She needed air but couldn't breathe, his cock blocking her airways. She was gagging like an amateur porn-star on a giant black cock, and her grip on the ceiling started to slip. They fell. She landed on her back with him on top of her, crushing her airless lungs, nearly knocking her out. He was free, and he laughed triumphantly. He stood up and grabbed her by the back of her head, violently pulling her up as she panted desperately fro air. Her mouth was hanging open, and his cock was dripping with her saliva. "You're not done yet, whore!" He jammed her open mouth down on his adamantine phallus, his fat cock-head slamming viciously into the back of her throat. She gagged instantly, her lithe body wiggling desperately trying to get away, but she was too weak now. He started fucking her mouth like he was trying to break it, her one eye rolling up into the back of her head as she almost passed out. "You better get this cock real wet. This spit in the only lube you're going to get before I take your ass." She tried to cry when he told her this, tears streaming down the right side of her face. He pushed her down as far as possible this time, crushing her nose against his rock-hard abs, and pushing her chin into his balls. Her body started to go limp from oxygen deprivation, little gagging noises popping from her throat. He let go, and she popped off his cock with a loud smacking sound. She collapsed onto the seats next to her, spitting up saliva and pre-cum, gasping painfully for air, her ass wiggling up. "Impossible, (cough, cough)," she cried. "You broke . . . you broke my Spider's Web." "And now I'm going to break your ass." He pushed the head of his cock against the tight rim of her ass. The spit slickened helmet already sliding in, although what little strength she had was trying desperately to push him back out. "No! Not in my a-AAAAAAAAAGGHH!!!" "Take it, bitch!" All nine inches of his thick cock rammed into her, sliding past the tight ring of muscle that was her asshole, and pulverizing her cushy insides. She arched back and screamed, a devastating orgasm instantly electrifying her body. Her arms started to spasm, and her legs shook and his pummeled her with long, brutal strokes. "Damn," he grunted, laughing. "You're cumming already? What a slut." "F-f-fuck you!" she cried, losing her mind to pleasure. "No bitch, fuck you." He fucked her ass like a jackhammer, causing her to almost slide off of the seats more than once, her body was now dripping with sweat. "I've got some question for you, girl," he said. "Who are you? Why did you beat the shit out of that little slut? Who were those hot ladies in the suits?" "I can't . . . I can't . . . OH PAPI!!!" she was cumming too hard to talk. "FUCK!" Tommy slapped her ass and reluctantly pulled out his cock, moving very slowly so she'd really feel it. The head of his cock popped out and she signed in relief, sounding a little mournful to feel it leaver her though. "I can't . . . I can't tell you," she murmured quietly. "I WON'T tell you. Fuck you. Fuck you big cock." Tommy grabbed her head again and pulled her up. He positioned her face up to his cock again, but this time he wasn't aiming for her mouth. He put the head of his cock right in front of her remaining eye. "What . . . what the fuck are you doing?" she cried, terrified. "Get . . . get that thing away from my face!" "I overheard you talking," he said, casually sadistic. "Someone named Mandingo skull-fucked you? Popped you eye out and everything? That's really fucked up. I'm sure you wouldn't want that to happen twice." He pushed his cock a little closer. She was shiver with fear. Clearly she was suffering from some sort of PTSD about whatever happened to her eye. Tommy was sure that he would never actually do something that fucked up, but in truth he might. Worse things happened everyday in Climax City, and there weren't many people left with the moral authority to criticize him if he did. "Talk!" he commanded. She whimpered, her stone-cold facade now entirely melted away. "I'm . . . I'm a sex-fighter." "A what?" "A sex fighter. Both Bunny and I are. We fight in underground mixed-martial arts matches for money. The rules are different for every match, depending on what our managers agree to." "Managers? You mean those two hot bitches from earlier?" Araña nodded, never looking away from his fat cock hovering before her. "They're all members of a secret society, not just in Climax City, but all over the world. They're millionaires, and billionaires. Movie-stars and politicians. I don't know, but they're all rich as fuck. They recruit the fighters, they set the matches, they make the rules. They do it for fun. They call it the modern gladiatorial games." "A secret society?" Tommy asked. He didn't know a lot about conspiracies. The government was so corrupt it didn't even bother to cover up most of its crimes. "Tell me about this society, and that hot bitch who was with you." "N-n-no," she cried. "Arianna will kill me! She'll kill me!" Tommy rammed his cock forward, smacking her eye. "I think you should be more worried about the big cock about to skull-fuck you right now, bitch. Talk." She cried and puffed for a few moments, but talked. "Arianna LeBlanc is the CEO of an international corporation: White Industries, which she inherited from her grandmother. Plastics, tech, military hardware. She's one of the richest women in the world." "And the other? That hot black bitch?" "Ciara Chocolate. I don't know what her story is. She owns a lot of porn studies and shit like that. I think she's a criminal. She owns a tower in the wealthy part of the city, but she's not nearly as rich as Arianna." "How do these rich whores recruit their fighters?" "I don't know . . . I don't know. We're all different. My father was a bodyguard to Arianna's mother. He raised me to be a fighter, but it was Arianna who recruited me into the society. I don't know how Chocolate recruited Bunny. I think Bunny was a child actress or something, and she was going to start doing porn before Chocolate found her." "And this Mandingo? Did he really pop your eye out?" She shivered. "He's a monster. He's the worst of us. He has literally crippled girls who go up against him. He said . . . he said he didn't like the way I looked down at him. So he . . . he . . .," Tommy got the message. "Then why do it? Why risk your life for someone else's entertainment?" "Different reasons. Bunny wanted to stay famous. Most just do it for money, or opportunity. Drugs, fame, sex. A good sex-fighter can have anything they want. I got a hundred grand just for getting in the ring with Mandingo. I'd be a millionaire if I had won." "But that's not why you do it, is it?" Tommy could see into this twisted bitch's soul. He had a good feel of her now. She was all rage and frustration wrapped around a scared, horny little girl who was addicted to sex but afraid of losing control. Araña bit her lip. "No. I do it because it makes me wet. Fighting in the only thing that makes me cum." Tommy smiled. "So, you want this." He pulled he up again, her weak legs shaking pathetically. He tossed her onto the hard plastic seats of the train, this time on her back. He pried her legs open and pushed the tip of his still rigid cock to the tight lips of her brown vagina. She whimpered as he entered her, but she didn't resist either. She wanted to get fucked. She needed it. His thrusts were as powerful and as fast as before, but this time he found he a willing partner. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his muscular neck, her firm breasts pressed against the hard muscles of his chest. She moaned and gasped in pleasure as he fucked her, giving her genuine sex for the first time in years. It had been rape-or-get-raped for so long that Araña barely remembered what real sex felt like. It was amazing. Their lips met, and they kissed passionately, their tongues dancing together. They came at the same time, her pussy wetting itself on his thick cock as he pumped his seed deep into unprotected womb. Her toes curled, her eyes rolled up, and she came like she had never cum before. Tommy pulled out, his cock still pumping thick strands of cum, and he stuck his cock between Araña's smallish, firm tits, coating her chin and face with his spunk. Her long tongue stuck out, slurping up every drop of it she could, sucking the head back into her mouth, savoring the salty taste of his dominance. He continued to cum for another five spurts, unloading a massive mouthful of his love-cream into her hungry, gulping throat. She loved it. When it was over he backed off, dripping with sweat and reveling in the blissful afterglow of an amazing orgasm. He smiled down at Araña who was playing with the long strands of cum on her body, running them between her fingers and scooping them into her mouth. She smiled back at him. "What's your name stud?" "Tommy. Tommy Gunn." "You are fucking amazing Tommy Gunn." "I know, bitch, I know." And then suddenly his lover-boy attitude disappeared. He grabbed her by the hair and jerked her back to her feet, just as violently as he had before. He led her to the car doors, which were so old and weak that he managed to pry them open. The train was sailing down the rusty track at 40 miles per hair, currently over one of the dirty, polluted rivers that ran through Climax City. The wind howled in the train-car, cooling off their hot bodies and sending Araña's long black hair flying. "Tommy!" she screamed. "What are you doing!" "You're right! I am amazing! But you're just stupid ho, and I shouldn't be wasting my time with shit like you." The heartbroken look of betrayal on her face was the last thing he saw as he tossed her out of the train. She screamed as she fell to the river below, skipping over the surface of the water like a stone. Tommy let go of the door and it slowly closed back up, cutting off the cold wind. He found his clothes on the floor and put them back on. Then he went to the bag left by Arianna on the train's seats. There were a change of clothes in them, some t-shirts and tight jeans, along with a little purse stuffed with money and a cell-phone. He looked over to where Bunny was still lying, naked and passed out. Tommy took the bag of clothes and went over to the sexy little school girl, grabbing one of her pigtails and lifting her off the ground, slinging her small body over his shoulder. He gave her bubble butt a hard slap and laughed. "You're coming home with me, sweetie," he said. "You're going to help me get into this secret society. Doesn't that sound like fun?" The train came to Tommy's stop. He got off and headed home, carrying the bag of clothes and the naked Bunny with him, but most importantly also with a new lust for life. Watching Araña fuck Bunny up, and then fucking up Araña himself was the most fun he had enjoyed since turning eighteen and discovering sex. He wasn't sure how he was going to get into this Secret Sex-Fight Society, but somewhere deep down he knew he was going to, and he was going to become its greatest champion. Secret Sex-Fight Society Ch. 02 Story till now: In the year 2099 the metropolis of Climax City has become one of the most violent and corrupt cities in the world, were the super rich and super poor live mere miles from each other, but are in entirely different worlds. Tommy Gunn, a 19 year old bully, is returning home after a long day fucking someone else's girlfriend and witnesses an unusual event. Two young woman fighting and fucking each other on a train in an abandoned part of the city, who are each coached by two older beautiful women. Tommy then fights, beats, fucks, and interrogates one of the girls and learns of the Secret Sex-Fight Society, a secret group of super wealthy citizens who sponsor younger men and woman to fight and fuck for their amusement. Tommy finds the idea thrilling, and promptly kidnaps one of the girls, Bunny, to learn more about the society. ##### Tommy Gunn: 19. The protagonist of this story. A cocky and arrogant young man. Incredibly handsome and confident. Swimmer's body, six-pack abs, blue eyes, black hair. Lucinda Gunn: 45. Tommy's moderately wealthy mother. World famous ex-pornstar and true nympho. Tall, Curvaceous, large tits, tan skin, long curly brown hair Lucy Lockhart: 25. Tommy's former babysitter and current police office. Short red hair, big green eyes, freckles, nice tits, big ass. Easily bullied into sex and demeaning situations. Ciara Chocolate: 35. A mysterious woman with great wealth and influence in Climax City. Milk-chocolate skin, tall, Amazonian, large breasts, short sleek brown hair, many ear piercings, perfect ass. Likes to wear very expensive, very sexy clothes. Fook Mee and Fook Yu: 25. Identical twins. Chauffers, bodyguards, cooks, maids, concubines. Asian, thin, perky tits, very serious faces. Bunny: 19. A former child actress. Five feet high, cute and sexy, long blonde hair in pigtails, big blue eyes, firm little tits and a bubbly heart-shaped butt. Dresses like a slutty school girl. Arianna Leblanc: 38: Another mysterious and powerful woman, vey similar in manner to Ciara. Milky white skin, golden blonde hair, cruel beauty, tall and strong. Also wears expensive, revealing clothes. Araña: 21. Mercenary's daughter, a violent girl. Hispanic, light brown skin, lithe muscular body, smallish firm tits, spider tattoos over her nipples, spider tramp stamp. Her left eye is missing and she wears a leather eye-patch with a spider on it. Trayshawn Marshall. 19. Tommy's friend from high school. Black, good looking, athletic, and remarkably sane compared to everyone else in this story. Elizabeth Strokesworth: 30s. An English sex-fighter and secretary for Ciara Chocolate. Tall, black hair usually tied up in a bun. Nice tits. ##### Bunny woke up with a very sore cunt, which was not surprising, considering how hard she had gotten the shit fucked out of her last night. Before even opening her eyes, her hand glided down to her soft, swollen cunt, and she gasped loudly just from her fingers grazing over her tender lips. She tried to remember everything that had happened the night before, but she was ditzy enough even without being totally fucked up. Her manager, the beautiful Amazonian Ciara Chocolate had led her to an old, rusty train. Bunny was going there for a match, an underground mixed-martial arts fight with a girl named Araña . . . the Spider. Araña won. Bunny had been doing alright at first, but Araña rallied easily and destroyed her. Araña stripped her naked, stretched her body to the point of breaking in her human Spider's Web, and then she fucked Bunny to the point of unconsciousness. After that, the ditzy little blonde slut could remember nothing. She knew what losing meant though. It meant that Ciara Chocolate was done with her. She didn't keep fighters who lost three matches in a row, which Bunny just had. First to a rookie named Sandi Spitfire, then to the undefeated champion Mandingo, and finally to her old rival Araña. Now Bunny was out of a job, because underground fighting was her job; she was homeless, because she was living with Ciara; and she was broke; because she was too stupid and short sighted to save any of the money she made. In short, she was fucked. Also, she had no idea where the fuck she was. The bed she was in wasn't one she recognized. It was big and soft but stank of sex, as did the room she was in. The walls were plastered with sports posters on nude pinups. The floor was covered with discarded jeans and t-shirts, and one whole corner was taken over by a mini weight lifting. It was obviously a boy's room, and one she had never been in before. The worst idea came to Bunny's head: she had been kidnapped. She had been kidnapped and raped. After Araña knocked her out Ciara must have just left her there, naked and unconscious on the train for anyone to pick up and carry home. Her little tits started to jiggle with her rapid heartbeat. Despite how painful it was she probed her vagina. There was no semen in it, nor in her ass or hair, and her mouth didn't taste like cum, a taste she was very familiar with. That didn't mean she hadn't been raped. He could have been wearing a condom, if nothing else but to protect himself. He must have thought she was diseased, being found the way she was. He would still rape her though, Bunny was sure. She was too cute and sexy not to be raped. Bunny found a heavy wooden baseball bat in the room. Picking it up she made a simple resolution: her rapist was going to die. Murdering him was simply the polite thing to do. Naked but armed, she left the room and started creeping through the house. It was dark out, which meant that she had probably been knocked out all day. Plenty of time for this fat loser (she imagined) to rape her repeatedly. The house was much nicer than his room had indicated. It was big and sprawling, with nice furniture and art. In fact, his bedroom seemed to be the only crappy part of the house, and was tucked away behind the laundry room like it was something embarrassing. That must have been his rape room. As Bunny climbed up a flight of stairs on her naked feet she could hear the heated sounds of hard, animalistic sex reaching its climax. Someone nearby was fucking. Assuming it had to be her rapist with another victim. There was a bedroom at the top of the stairs, the only light in the house coming from inside. She peeked inside, baseball bate at the ready, and saw a very large, very well decorated room that smelled of expensive carpet cleaner and lots of hot, sweaty sex. Bunny's mouth dropped in awe as she saw what was going on inside. Two of the hottest, sexiest people she had ever seen were engaging in the hardest, loudest, most back-breaking sex she had ever seen, with the exception of the time she was fucked by the sex-fighter champion Mandingo. The woman on the bed was lying on her stomach with her huge, fat tits pillowing her upper body as her ass stuck up in the air. She was biting the sheets so hard she was ripping them apart, and Bunny couldn't blame her. The stud fucking her from behind was going at her pussy like a jackhammer, his muscular young black body was glistening beautifully with sweat. She was white, but tan, in her mid 40s, with long curly brown hair and the some of the most lewd curves Bunny had ever seen. The man was much younger, 20s maybe, black as pitch, and judging from the length and power of his strokes was hung like a donkey. "FUCK! SHIT! FUCK!" the woman grunted as she ripped apart her expensive cotton sheets. "Holy shit you've got a big fucking cock!" "Best fucking pussy I've ever had," he grunted, sweating so much he looked to be on the verge of collapsing. "Gonna rip you open white ho! Gonna ruin yo pussy!" She laughed, a big, boisterous, sexy laugh. "I'll break you fucking cock first, nigger! FUCK ME! HARDER!" But he couldn't go any harder, the look on his exhausted face showed that he was at the end of his physical ability, and this woman still demanded more from him. She must have been insatiable, experienced, and a complete, master-slut. "I said . . . FUCK . . . ME . . . HARDER!" His strong face looked ready to cry. "Oh god . . . I can't . . . I'm gonna bust!" "What?" the woman cried angrily. "Already? We've only been going at it for four hours?" "Fuck . . . can't hold on . . ." "Don't cum yet you fucking pussy!" The woman looked up disappointed and angry with her young black stud, who was about to pop his large nut right into insatiably cunt. Suddenly Bunny recognized the woman, and she almost climaxed on the spot herself. "Oh my fucking gosh," Bunny gasped, "you're Lucinda Gunn! You're my absolute favorite pornstar!" Bunny realized that Lucinda Gunn, one of the most famous and revered erotic artists of the 2080s, the favorite queen of a billion masturbating internet users, one of her personal heroes, was getting fucked right in front of her. She almost feinted. Lucinda looked the naked Bunny up and down with a cocked eyebrow. "Who the fuck are you?" "Oh shit!" the black man started to scream. "I'M CUMMING!!!" The muscles in his neck were so pronounced that Bunny thought his head was going to pop off, his pectorals and biceps also blowing up like an air-mattress. Lucinda bit her lip and looked a little satisfied the first big waves of semen flooded her titanium womb, but after a few colossal spurts she slipped forward, allowing his colossal black cock so slowly slip and then pop from her world-famous pussy. His thick shaft kept spraying semen all over her back and big ass, sizzling off her hot body, and a few strands even flew so far that they landed across Bunny's face and small, firm breasts. Bunny was in horny shock. As the black man feel back, cumming on his chest, Lucinda waved her finger at bunny, telling her to come forward. "Come here little bitch. You have something that belongs to me." Bunny obeyed, hypnotized by the porn-queen's enticing aura of invincible sexuality. Bunny thought that she had meant the baseball bat, but then Lucinda grabbed her by the neck and pulled her in for a big, wet, hot kiss. Lucinda's tongue ran across Bunny's face, so hot that it almost burned, and then the mature woman licked at the young slut's chest, scooping up every drop of her lover's cum. Bunny was so close to an orgasm that she was on the verge of tears, but then Lucinda pushed her away. "I've always hated sharing." The black man's epic orgasm was just now beginning to subside, cum still oozing from his semi-hard cock like a leaky faucet. "Oh god, baby, god-fucking-damn. That was the most amazing sex I ever had, fo'sho." Lucinda shrugged, licking more cum off her fingers. "It was alright. I'd give you a 6 out of 10." The black man looked ready to cry. "But . . . I mean . . ." "You can leave now," Lucinda said. "But-" "Leave. You're done." After a brief awkward silence the handsome young man got up and gathered up his clothes, heading for the door as Bunny watched his perfect mouth-watering ass walk away. Lucinda stood up after he left and stretched out her curvy body, her large breasts rising over Bunny's short head. Lucinda moaned. "They sure don't make niggers like they use to." Bunny wasn't sure what to say. She knew not to use that naughty word (unless it was during sex, in which case it was encouraged). "I mean, when I was eighteen I dated all the boys on the basketball team, and on nights after a game I needed a fucking wheelchair to get home. I swallowed so much black cum in college I gained my freshman fifteen on sucking dick alone. What changed since then?" Bunny wanted to suggest that it was probably Lucinda who had changed, not the entire population of African-Americans in Climax City, but she was to horny and nervous to talk. She heard a dripping sound on the hardwood floors, and realized her pussy was leaking. Lucinda saw and giggled. "Awww, poor baby. Are you horny?" Bunny nodded, so aroused she was almost crying. "Your kitty looks really swollen. Is it sore?" She nodded again. "Did my son fuck you?" Bunny tilted her head because he wasn't sure. The last thing she remembered was Araña fucking her so hard she passed out. "Well if my son fucked you then you would be sore. You're not the first confused, horny, naked girl I've found wandering around my house." Lucinda bit her lip and moved her hips around a little, realizing what a sexy little cupcake Bunny was for the first time. "Tell you what cutie, I'm going to go take a bath and finish what that nigger couldn't. Come along and I'll take care of that naughty little pussy of yours too. Sound good?" Bunny nodded happily, almost jumping with glee. Lucinda laughed. "C'mon honey, we girls have to take care of each other." ##### Tommy was just returning home at 2am, a second late night in a row. He had spent most of the prior morning sleeping in, his naked body resting against the naked body of the girl he had saved from the train, Bunny. He had very seriously debated raping her, but decided against it. He wasn't that sleazy, and he was sure that he would have no problem getting her to fuck him consensually once she woke up. But the experience had been extremely sexually frustrating, and Tommy had to jerk off more than once that night just to resist diving into the sweet, defenseless pussy laying next to him. He had spent all day and all night asking around town about the Secret Sex-Fight Society, but learned nothing conclusive about it. He had gone to every dive he knew off where illegal gambling took place, but all they knew about the Society were rumors and speculation. He pulverized a few local thugs he knew who ran un underground cage-fighting ring in their basement, but they had only heard whispers about the Society. Tommy had even slapped around a few of the tougher sluts he knew, hoping one of them might have been a sex-fighter at one point, but other than a couple blowjobs and some free sex he didn't get anything from them either. There was still that little bitch he could interrogate, Bunny. He hoped she was awake by now. As Tommy came up to his house he saw his friend Trayshawn leaving out the front, still putting his clothes back on. "You leaving?" Tommy asked. He had assumed Trayshawn and his mom would be fucking all night. "Man, that woman is too much for me. Thanks for hooking me up but I was in way over my head with that bitch." "Did she . . . cum at least?" Tommy asked worriedly. "Shit, I don't even think so. S'like her pussy is made of kryptonite or some shit. And what kind a crazy-ass question is that? 'Did my mom cum?' That's fucking whack, dude. I think it's very inappropriate that you'd be hooking your mom up with niggas in the first place, like you was some kind of incest-pimp or somethin'." "You didn't think it was so 'whack' when you were begging me to hook you up with her." "That's jus' 'cause your mom's Lucinda Gunn, man. Lucinda Gunn! every brother I know jacked it to her. No man alive would pass up that opportunity." Tommy rubbed his head in frustration. "Look man, you have absolutely no idea what a demonic bitch my mom becomes when she hasn't had sex. If she doesn't' cum she turns into this evil, twisted, sadistic . . . MONSTER. Can you, like, go up there and finish up or something. Please." Trayshawn made a 'fuck no' sound and walked off. "You're really letting me down buddy. I thought you were a stud Trayshawn. I didn't think you was no bitch!" "Man, I got four white bitches at our school on lock, two of them being cheerleaders, two housewives on my block, and my boss's wife. Does that sound like a bitch to you? No, I didn't think so. Now, goodnight." Tommy conceded and let his friend leave to dial up some pussy he could handle, but he still dreaded going home now. He wouldn't have been surprised to find his mother sitting in the living room wearing her leather dominatrix outfit, smacking a riding-crap against her hand. But when he got inside she was nowhere to be found, although the unmistakable sounds of sex were still coming from her bedroom upstairs. Tommy checked his room and panicked when he saw that Bunny's naked body wasn't in his bed. "Shit," he thought, he should have tied her up or something. With her gone he had no link left to the Secret Sex-Fight Society that he so desperately wished to join. With no other option at hand, Tommy ran up to his mother's room to ask her about the escaped slut, knowing full well that interrupting his mother's masturbation was likely going to get him the ass-whipping of his life. She wasn't in her bed, or on the stripper-pole she had by her private bar, but the door to her giant bathroom was open. He burst in and to his relief (and horror) saw that Bunny was still in the house. She was sitting on the tiled edge of the hot-tub, flat on her back, legs spread wide open, with his mother's head bouncing up and down over her pussy. Bunny was cumming so hard that it looked like she was about to pull her hair out. "Mom!" Tommy screamed. "What the fuck!" Lucinda licked her fat lips, smiling wickedly. "I didn't like that nigger you brought me so I decided to take your pussy instead. And I have to say, I much prefer her." She dove back down and started eating the panting, sex-dazed nineteen-year-old. Tommy's cock was straining the tight material of his jeans so much it hurt. "H-hey," Bunny stuttered. "I know you. Y-you're that cute boy from the train. It's okay . . . it's okay if you raped me." "What?" Tommy screamed. "I didn't rape you!" Lucinda came back up from the pussy-depths. "Wait, baby, are you saying you haven't fucked this adorable little sex-toy yet?" "No! I don't even know her. She got knocked out on the train yesterday and I brought her back here to recover. I didn't fuck her in her sleep or anything, I'm not some desperate loser." "Ooohh," Bunny cooed. "That's so nice. Most guys would have raped the shit out of me." Lucinda looked disappointed. "Well it's no fun fucking this girl if I'm not stealing her from you, so here . . ." Lucinda rose up from the tub, water falling down her curvaceous body like she was a water-nymph rising from the hot-spring. She grabbed a hold of the petite Bunny, easily flipped her over and then picked her up. Bunny's cute body was mashed between Lucinda's huge tits as she clung the little bitch to her chest, forcing her little peach legs apart all the way, giving Tommy a perfect view of Bunny's swollen, sore, but hungry kitten. "Fuck her," Lucinda commanded. When's Tommy's nine-inch cock popped out of his jeans Bunny almost cried. It was the most beautiful penis she had even seen, if not the biggest, and she instantly fell in love with it. The Gunn family spent the rest of the night fucking Bunny every which way imaginable, but in the end Lucinda was victorious when she jabbed a finger up her son's ass, forcing him to cum prematurely, so she could fuck Bunny herself for the last several hours. Bunny had found a new home. ##### "I can't believe you mom's going to let me stay here," Bunny was so happy she was crying. "She's ,like, my fucking idol. I have her whole collection on my omni-phone (the 2099 version of our Smartphone). I masturbate to her like, every other day." "Well she's not letting you stay here for free," Tommy reminded her. "She's going to start introducing you to her old producers. You'll be turning our pornos to pay the rent." He was just stepping out of the shower, so he was naked and still dripping, his semi-hard cock attracting Bunny's attention away from the video she was watching on her omni-phone. She was lying on the floor in the living room, her little pink skirt pushed up so far her ass was bear. She giggled. "And I have the famous Lucinda Gunn as my teacher. It's a dream come true." "That's not the only way you have to pay," Tommy smirked, standing over her, his big cock hanging above her head like a lure. Secret Sex-Fight Society Ch. 02 She smiled and sat up, taking his cock in hand and kissing it. "Anytime you want me, just take me. You own me." He patted her on the head like a little puppy. "Good girl. But not just that. You have to tell me how to get into the Secret Sex-Fight Society." She looked a little scared then. "Are you sure? I mean, the Society is no joke. You saw what Araña did to me, and she's gentle compared to some of the fighters." "I know," Tommy said. "Araña told me how she lost her left eye. Some other fighter named Mandingo skull-fucked her. Popped her eye right out." Bunny shuddered. "He's terrifying. I lost to him before losing to Araña. He tore my ass up so bad Miss Chocolate had to put me in a healing-chamber." "Miss Chocolate has a healing-chamber?" Healing-chambers were the newest device in medical technology, capable of repairing a human body from being a broken, bloody, amputated ruin into a fully restored person, provided one could afford the millions of dollars of microscopic nanites needed to operate it. "She can afford one?" "Chocolate can afford anything. She's not as rich as Arianna Leblanc but she's rich enough to buy and sell and army if she wanted to." "How can these people afford this shit?" "The sex-fights bring in a lot of money. Other members of the society pay hundreds of thousands of dollars just to watch a single match, others have to pay millions to see one in person." "Watch? There was no one on the train that night but you, Chocolate, LeBlanc, Araña, and me." Bunny giggled. "And a million little microscopic cameras in the air, taking three-dimensional footage of the whole thing." "No fucking way." "Yep. Watch." Bunny pressed a few buttons on her omni-phone and it began to project a large three-dimensional video in the room. Suddenly Tommy was back on the train he was on the night he found out about the society. Bunny and Araña were there, trading punches as they stripped each other's clothes off, and then there was Araña performing her special technique, the Spider's Web, on poor little Bunny, bending her into a pretzel while eating her pussy like a cannibal. "Fucking bitch," Bunny moaned. "If we fast forward a bit we can watch the part where you came in." Bunny got to watch for the first time exactly how Tommy had stepped in and saved her from Araña's erotic furry. There was Tommy slapping Araña on her firm ass, both of them fighting, and then her getting him into her Spider's Web. He was the first person to break out of it, and he did so by jamming his cock down her throat harder than she could handle. The rest of the video showed him fucking her like she had never been fucked before, and the video even showed the loving admiration she expressed to him for being so damn good, right before he tossed her naked out of the train and into the river. Bunny laughed. "Damn Tommy. You could be a sex-fighter. You really fucked her up, like, mentally and physically. I think she was actually falling in love with you before you threw her out of the train like a bag of trash." "Well it's not that surprising," Tommy smirked. "You've fallen in love with me, right?" Bunny blushed like a tomato as she looked up at her new master, his big cock hanging in front of her face, his perfect abdominals, his cocky smile. She was about to say 'yes' when Lucinda walked in the front door. "Bitch! Front and center! Now!" Bunny obediently ran up to her mistress. Lucinda was wearing a light, almost transparent white sundress that was stained with sweat. Climax City had been experiencing a heat-wave like crazy this last month. She was holding a bag from her favorite erotic novelty story. She pulled out a tiny little green outfit made to look like Tinkerbelle's dress. "Go up to my room and put this on. I am about to fuck you so hard even fairy-dust won't bring you back." Bunny squealed happily and ran upstairs with the tiny costume. "Sorry Tommy, I'll explain more later," and she vanished. Bunny had left her omni-phone on the floor so the living room was still a projection of Tommy throwing the naked and cum-soaked Araña out of the train, the look of heartbroken betrayal on her face frozen in time. "I've already seen that," Lucinda said causally, pulling off her clothes to get ready for her sex-session with Bunny. "Pretty hot that way you fucked that Hispanic slut." Tommy was very surprised by that. "You've seen this? How? Bunny said only members of the Sex-Fight Society get access to this video." Lucinda was pulling on a very large strap-on dildo. "Yeah, and a lot of my friends are members. Some of my co-stars back in the day were sex-fighters, and my producer was a manager, or whatever they call it. He tried to get me to join but I ain't at all interested in fighting. Just fucking for me. Besides, some people get killed in that shit." "What? You knew about this shit! How come I've never heard about it." "Sweetheart, if I told you everything there is to know about my sex-life, you would probably go insane." She gave him as kiss on the cheek, her naked breasts pushing against his naked chest, her rubber dildo touching his real cock. "Can I burrow your baseball bat? I want to see how much of it I can fit into Bunny." "Sure, but first, can you help me out with this? I want this! I want to be a sex-fighter! That night owning Araña the way I did felt like my first time having sex. Even better, actually!" Lucinda shrugged. "I don't think you need my help with that. You're about to be recruited any minute now." "What?" "Just look at what people in the society have been saying about you stud." Lucinda picked up the omni-phone and scrolled past the video options. There was a comment section below, like on any internet site. All of the comments were about Tommy, and they were desperately in love with him. [OMG, who is that hottie! Must have more of him 4 sho . . . Punchbitch41]. [I would kill to know what that cock tastes like . . . Fightfaggot69] [Is he a new fighter? What did he say his name way? Tommy? Whose his manager . . . Cockinator_prime] [I would pay a million dollars just to see him throw one punch into that bitch's face again . . . Ryonachampion] "Holy shit!" Tommy laughed. "They love me! I'm already a fucking star and I didn't even know it!" "Don't get so cocky, baby. I've been watching these for years, and let me tell you, these horny fight-freaks are always excited to see a new fighter, but that doesn't mean they won't get bored of you after a month. Mandingo was big splash when he first came on the scene, but now they're having trouble finding fighters to go up against him because he's so fucking brutal." "Not me. I'm different. I'm going to be a champion. THE champion." Lucinda giggled, but rolled her eyes. "Whatever loser. You won't go a week before getting your balls smashed by some crazy dyke or fucked up the ass by some big-dicked faggot." "I still want to try." Lucinda took a deep breath. "Fine. You're already on everyone's radar. If you want to be a sex-fighter just walk down any street in the Tower District and get in the first limousine that pulls up." Tommy smiled. "Mom, how do you know all this?" "Stupid boy, I know everything. Now go get yourself into trouble and stay out of my hair. I'm going to spend the rest of the day breaking in my new bitch." ##### Normally Tommy had no business walking around the Tower District of Climax City, the absolute wealthiest area of town where the median income was something like ten million a year. Most of the stores and indoor areas required a retinal scan just to get into, and police snipers were perched on every rooftop, just waiting for an opportunity to shoot some non-local troublemaker. The cars and hover-planes that drove by were all worth more than he'd probably make in his whole life, and private streets were paved with gold. Literally. The only reason Tommy could ever imagine to come to this part of town would be the girls, the little rich bitches whose whole lives revolved around shopping, going to the spa, and fucking downtown studs like Tommy to piss of their daddies and rich, pussy-ass boyfriends. Tommy had pulled a lot of rich tail from the Tower District, ruined several virginities, and made a lot of enemies. He was beginning to doubt his mother's advice about coming here, but the moment he tried to catch a bus out of town a shiny black limousine pulled up in front of him. It was a stretch, and the little figurehead on the hood was of a naked woman with diamond nipples. The driver's side door opened and out stepped a sexy Asian girl wearing a chauffeur's uniform, except the jacket was so tight it outlined her big perky tits perfectly and her skirt was so short Tommy saw her black panties when she stepped onto the curb. She had a very serious face, but beautiful with high cheekbones and narrow eyes. She opened one of the passenger doors for Tommy. "Get in," she ordered. "What? Well, what if I don't want to?" Then Tommy saw she was holding a gun. "Get. The. Fuck. In." Tommy did. Something about the woman's voice said that she was more than able and willing to pull the trigger. The inside of the limo was probably more expensive than his house. The seats were leather, the wood looked like real mahogany, and there was even a little bar with sorts of alcohol he had never heard of. "You're fucking lucky my bitch knows how to swim," a threatening female voice said. Tommy looked to the end of the limo and recognized the woman sitting there in all her perfect beauty. Ivory white skin, long blonde hair, cold blue eyes, big pink lips, tall and curved in all the right places. It was Araña'a manager, Arianna LeBlanc. She was not dressed as she had been the night he first saw her, in fact she was barely dressed at all. Her massive tits were held back by a tight corset, the tops of her pink nipples showing through, and her plump vagina was barely covered by a tiny white thong of the softest looking lace. Other than that she had some jewelry, shoes, gloves, and a pair of thin, simple glasses. Tommy could not help but get an erection, even as the Asian with the gun got in beside him. The car started to move on its own. "Um . . . doesn't she need to drive?" Tommy asked awkwardly. "It's a self-driving car, honey," Leblanc told him. "Then why is she dressed like a chauffeur?" "Because I think she's cute that way." Bobby looked from the clearly pissed Leblanc to the Asian with the gun. "Your bitch?" he asked. "Swimming?" "Araña. You threw her into a fucking river. It's a miracle she didn't drown or get eaten by one of those river mutants. Poor dear was naked and freezing cold by the time Fook Mai," the Asian with the gun, "found her." Tommy shrugged. "I thought shit like that happened in sex-fights all the time." Arianna's fat lips twisted angrily. "You're not a sex-fighter." He smiled. "I want to be one." She laughed. "Wow. You've got some balls kid." She reached over and actually rested her gloved hand on his crotch, firmly gripping his genitals. She was leaning over so deeply that Tommy got lost in her infinite cleavage. "Some very big, hard balls," she moaned, licking her lips. She leaned back. "You can't be a sex-fighter without a member of the Society to sponsor and manage you. That's the way it is. No free agents, no guest-stars. You must have a manager who trains you, arranges your matches, and pays you your percentage of the take after every fight." Tommy's cock twitched hopefully. "Are you . . . are you offering to be my manager?" Her pink tongue licked her big, inviting lips one more time before answering. "I thought about it. Your 'début' match was very . . . arousing, and I could use another stud in my stable. Right now all I have are bitches. But no, I have a more . . . climactic solution. There is one manager in particular I'd like you to go to." "Who?" "You've already met her. Ciara Chocolate." Tommy's cock twitched again at the memory of the mocha-skinned goddess. "Fine with me, but why do you want me to go to her? Aren't you guys rivals." She moaned seductively, one of her gloved hands gliding over her globular chest. "Rivals, yes, and lovers. I want you to go to her because she just lost a fighter, that little retard Bunny. Also, my sweet Araña is just dripping with anticipation to have a rematch with you, and I'm very certain she'll win this time. Having her beat you in a comeback match, with my old rival Chocolate as your manager, would be just too delicious. I imagine we'd sell millions in viewership." Tommy smirked. "So it's all about money?" She laughed. "Money? No, and certainly not for so little. I'm not a billionaire, little boy, I'm a TRILLIONAIRE. With a 'T.' Try and wrap your head around how much money that is. This isn't about money for me, it is about my true loves: sex and violence." Tommy was happy to hear that. "I think we are of like minds." She smiled. "Don't flatter yourself, little boy. You're cute, and I think you have a pretty cock, but you are trash. You're going to be broken by one of these matches soon, maybe even killed, and you'll be dying just so I can pop my pussy once before going to bed. There have been a thousand before you and there will be a thousand after you." The car came to a stop. "Now get the fuck out of my car and get Ciara's attention." "How do I do that?" Tommy asked as Fook Mai all but kicked him out of the limo. Leblanc pointed up, causing one of her perfect nipples to pop out of her tight corset. "This tower is owned by Ciara Chocolate. She lives on the top floor and she keeps all of her fighters inside. In fact, there is a busty English woman at the reception desk who just happens to be one of Ciara's fighters. Go kick her ass, and make sure to do it somewhere with security cameras. Ta-ta, sexy boy." The door slammed shut and Leblanc's limousine cruised away, leaving Tommy standing like a complete idiot in front of a giant skyscraper made of sky-blue glass that rose up so far it hurt his neck just to look up. The square in front of the tower was very green, with lots of plants and ponds, and very few people. The door's into the tower where giant panes of glass which opened automatically as he approached. The ground floor looked like an exaggerated roman palace, with colossal marble columns and impressive statures of naked men so big their cocks were the size of Tommy's leg. The effect was to make him and anyone else inside feel small. "Can I help you," a deep, mature woman with an English accent asked. Tommy looked behind the massive reception desk and instantly knew with was the bitch he needed to fight to get Ciara's attention. The receptionist was sharply dressed, wearing a tiny black skirt and a tight business jacket that was open to much of her nice, shiny cleavage. Her long, shiny black hair was tied up into a loose bun and her perfect was covered by a pair of small glasses. She was probably in her 30s and she was fucking hot. "I'm looking for Ciara Chocolate," Tommy said, knowing he wasn't going to get anywhere. The receptionist smiled haughtily and rolled her eyes, leaning over and giving Tommy a very good look at her large, smooth tits. She pursued her big lips as she said, "Fuck off." "Excuse me?" Tommy asked. "Fuck off." "But I want to see Ciara Chocolate." "Fuck . . . off." This wasn't going anywhere. "Why can't I see her?" The receptionist rolled her eyes and looked exhausted. "If Miss Chocolate wanted to see you, you dirty boy, she would be seeing you by now. No one summons Ciara Chocolate, no one asks for her. I don't even know what number I would call to reach her. She calls me if she needs me and I promptly obey. That's how it works." Tommy leaned in and gave her a big sexy smile, the kind that had gotten most of his teachers to drop their panties for him. "Alright then, can you tell me what your name is?" She almost laughed, but just gave out a little gasp. "Wouldn't you like to know. Fuck off." "My name's Tommy. Tommy Gunn. You can tell me your name now." She bit her lip. "That name sounds familiar." "It should. I'm going to be famous soon. Ciara Chocolate will tell you that. Go get her." She had been flirtatious for a little while, but now she looked bored. "Look kid, Tommy, please fuck off. I know it doesn't look like I'm busy, but I am, and I have no time to be wasting on mental American boys who have no business being where they are. Now, please, FUCK OFF!" Tommy gave her one last smile. "Sure just tell me your name first." She gasped in exhaustion. "Elizabeth. Elizabeth Strokesworth. There, satisfied? Now. FUCK OFF!" Tommy laughed dryly and sneered. "It is nice to meet you Elizabeth Strokesworth, and you know what? I think you are going to help me meet Ciara Chocolate whether you want to or not . . . you fucking dirty English slut!" "Excuse me, I-" but before she could finish Tommy grabbed her black hair by the bun and slammed her face into the hard marble countertop. It was a sucker-punch, but this bitch was a sucker not to see it coming. She bounced back up looked dazed and confused, her narrow rimmed glasses broke in two pieces and fell off her nose. Tommy put his hands on the counter top and swung both his feet up, kicking her with the full force of his body into her bouncing chest. She flew backwards, landing on her office chair which rolled backwards also on its wheels. It rolled almost a dozen feet before hitting the wall, and she slipped off of it landing on her knees, still too dazed to fight back. Tommy kept exploiting his advantage and picked up the heavy office chair, smashing it over her back. She "oomphed" violently as she fell to the ground, the office chair breaking in two pieces. "Where the fuck is Ciara Chocolate, you fucking whore!" He grabbed he shoulders and pulled her up, turning her around to face him. He ripped open her jacket to discover the only thing she had underneath was a tiny purple shelf-bra that left her pointy, light pink nipples totally exposed. Pulling the torn jacket to her waist, her arms were effectively tied down, and she couldn't move her upper body. Her brought one of her nipples up to his mouth and sucked on it, biting it a little. She whimpered in her sexy English accent and grunted in pain as well. He spat out the nipple before delivering a cruel punch to her stomach. "Fuck!" she wheezed and doubled over, trying to fall to the ground by Tommy kept her up. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back up straight, only to deliver the exact same punch to her gut again. She doubled over again and this time Tommy used the momentum to lift her up and her flip her through the air, her body landing painfully on her back on the marble counter top, her legs flying apart, her head snapping back, and her tits jiggling violently. Her head was hanging upside-down off of the counter, contorted in pain, perfectly level with Tommy's crotch. He noticed this and began undoing his belt, unzipping his shorts to unleash the hardening nine-inches within. "I'm really beginning to wonder if you are a sex-fighter," Tommy said, unzipping his pants. "I hope I didn't just beat the shit out of some innocent whore. Well, in any case, I am going to fuck your mouth right now. I'm sure my cock will taste a lot better than any of that British food you eat." He pulled the fly of his pants open and out popped nine inches of solid, thick, pulsing hairless cock pointing directly at the upside-down face of Elizabeth Strokesworth. Her eyes went wide at the sight of the thing dangling so close to her face she could smell it. In fact it was all that she could smell, his hot musk filling her senses and making her even dizzier than his beating had. Unconsciously, unwillingly, she opened her pouty, snide mouth and gasped in awe. Secret Sex-Fight Society Ch. 02 Tommy smirked and took the opening, plunging all nine inches of pussy-crushing meat down her throat, forcing her jaw to open to its widest extant. She took it like a champ, her teeth barely grazing the iron-hard skin of his dick, but she started to gag none the less. It was like his cock was choking her from the inside as he held his balls against her eyes. "Sex-fighter or not, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you until Ciara Chocolate gets her juicy black ass down here." Tommy reached across her prone, injured body and grabbed at her expensive black thong, ripping it off her cunt with a single pull. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a little runway, and when he stuck two fingers into her cunt he found her wet but extremely tight. "You have the pussy of a lesbian," he laughed. Good, he could really stretch her out. He fucked her face for almost a minute, every second becoming more painful for her as she desperately tried to inhale during the brief milliseconds his cock wasn't rammed down her throat. She wanted to bite down but something held her back, and she refused to acknowledge that it was her own sexual arousal that made her so willing to be punished like this. He was fingering her almost as well as Ciara did, and the smell of a man's cock was so unfamiliar to her she had no immunity to it. Her senses were overwhelmed, and some deep submissive nature started to crawl its way into her soul, telling her to open up and take it like the stupid slut she really was. All he years of hating men, of college, of lesbian love, and of sex-fighting all started to fade away, and the only thing left was a hunger for big, hard cock. But then she snapped out of it. The image of Ciara Chocolate, the woman she loved, respected, and feared more than any other person in the whole world, flashed in her mind. She bit down on Tommy's cock. "Ouch! Fucking bitch! Don't you know who to suck a fucking cock?" He pulled out and inspected his drool covered phallus, happy to see it wasn't really hurt. But in that moment of foolish complacency he felt two strong legs wrap around his neck. Elizabeth had rolled back, stuck her legs all the way up, and locked her ankles around the back of his head. Tommy expected her to try and pull him down, her maybe even launch him in the air, but instead she actually pulled herself up, flipping over completely so that she was kneeling on his shoulders and her firm, naked ass was sitting on his face. Tommy felt ready to topple over from all her weight on his shoulders but she kept rolling, reaching down behind him and planting both her hands on the marble floor in a perfect handstand. Then she followed through by throwing him, her surprisingly powerful legs lifting him off the ground and chucking him through the air. His body hit the wall behind them so hard he cried out in pain, falling to the floor in a painful daze. Her shook his head and stood up, and saw that the beautiful Elizabeth Strokesworth was ripping off the torn shreds of her clothes, reducing herself to bra, leggings, and shoes. She was closer to 40 than 30 but when she flexed her abdomen to strip of her torn skirt Tommy could see a well defined six-pack. "You might as well take the bra off too," Tommy said, struggling to get up. He had hit the wall pretty hard. "I already tore off that little thong of yours. I can see how wet you are for me." She actually laughed, and gave him a challenging look, but she acquiesced. Reaching behind her back she unclasped her bra and it practically popped off onto the floor. She stood before him naked other than her stockings and high heeled shoes, her long black hair half-disheveled from her bun. She flipped him off with both fingers and smiled, provoking him to attack her again. "So you really are a sex-fighter," Tommy advised. For a woman he had just stripped, beaten, and throat-raped she seemed to be enjoying herself. "Of course I am," she coughed, "you lowly shit, and I'm a fucking good one. Almost everyone who works for Miss Chocolate is a sex-fighter. Now get your ass over here and let me show you what I can do when I'm not being sucker-punched." Tommy was thrilled to hear that. He stood up and pushed his shorts down to his ankles and off his boots, standing up naked except for his tiny tank-top. He charged and started throwing punches at her like he was trying to knock her teeth out the back of her skull, but nothing landed. She dodged his punches like a snake slithering around a clumsy mongoose. Meanwhile, she'd jab at him with a punch or strike him was a lightning flash kick to his head, all the while slipping around his attacks. She kneed him in the balls so hard he say stars, and while he was stunned by the pain she shredded his tank-top off his chiseled chest like it was made up paper. Then she started striking him with her own barrage of punches and kicks, her attacks moving so quickly he did not see them until he had already been hit. The bitch was a human flash. He stood dazed from the thousand small strikes to his body, his head rolling on his neck, and all he could hear and see was her laughing while her perfect tits jiggled on her tight chest. She leaned back to build up strength, then spun on her heel as she delivered a perfect, brutal spin-kick to his head, the power of which was so devastating that he was lifted into the air. He spun in 360s before landing painfully on the same marble table that he had thrown her on, almost passing out from the blow. As his dazed vision came out of the starry haze, he saw something pretty and dripping hovering above his face. It was Elizabeth's hot pussy, and she was lowering it onto his face. The pink lips of her cunt were so hot they almost sizzled on his lips, and his tongue slipped into her folds and onto her already swollen g-spot like a key into a lock. He couldn't even remember his own name, but at a deep level he knew he was supposed to submit and eat this pussy. She was winning. "Oh fuck," Elizabeth moaned. "Your tongue makes my pussy feel like butter on a hot skillet. Mmmmm . . . I have never been eaten out this well by a man, maybe that's why I went gay in college." She grabbed his head and started to gyrate on his face, using his chin, mouth, and nose to stimulate her prissy sex-pouch. "Enjoy your last meal, you little punk, because once I've cum all over you I am going to snap your neck. I'm going to fuck your face, kill you, and then toss your muscle-bound body in the river, you little shit." Maybe it was the threat of death, or maybe it was the hot taste of pussy in his mouth, but Tommy was shaken from his delirium. His submission was swept away by the rage he felt as he watched the English dyke ride his face with a big, stupid 'O' face. He reached up and with two iron hands clamped down on the firm globes of her ass, his fingers digging into them like he wanted to rip her in half. "Ah! What!" Elizabeth's aristocratic accent squeaked as she was lifted up off the floor. Tommy was pushing every muscle in his body to the point of exploding, but he managed to stand with the English bitch perched on his face still, just like before but this time he was in control. She beat her fists on his head but the blows did nothing. Without being able to dance for momentum she couldn't get enough power to hurt hum, and his iron fingers dug into her ass so deep that it made her cry. "You want to get this nasty cunt eaten, your British bitch! Okay! I'm starving!" Tommy pushed her into his face and began to devour her, his tongue probing the erogenous corners she had never felt before, and his teeth roughly gnawing her swollen lips. She screamed in agony as her mind could no longer distinguish between pain and pleasure. "HOLY SHIT! No, no, no, NO! NO!" she screamed, but it very quickly turned to "Yes, yes, Yes!" She was popping like a water-balloon, and Tommy had to loudly gulp down fluid to not drown in it, the rest showering down his chin and bulging pectorals, dripping all the way down his abs to his erect cock. She came so hard in that compromised position that she almost lost consciousness, her mind melting into a silly puddle as her orgasm fried her brain like an egg. Her eyed rolled in the sockets, her tongue waggled, and her breasts heaved. It would have been a nice ending, but Tommy didn't think this bitch deserved a nice ending. He leaned back a bit, and then slammed her with all his might onto the marble table, her wobbling body striking the surface so hard that the desk literally cracked. Tommy looked down at her prone, twitching body and knew she was done, her mind too fucked to allow most motor function, but he wasn't done with her. he spread her legs open and pressed the helmet of his big, raging penis against her tight, spurting sex-fruit, teasing for just a moment before plunging into her with the full force of an oncoming locomotive. Despite being barely able to breathe, she screamed in excruciating ecstasy as he fucked her, conquered her, the once proud and intellectual Elizabeth Strokesworth reduced to a mindless, slobbering sex-bag. His thrusting was more of a punishment than lovemaking, and when he came he roared like a lion, filling her up in an instant and the rest spilling out onto the floor, ushering with it another mind-breaking orgasm from her defeated body. After a few moments of afterglow, Tommy withdrew his softening penis, a wave of hot cum spilling out after it. He looked down at Elizabeth and admired his work. She was panting like she had just run a marathon with an active vibrator up her ass, and she was shivering as if a small electrical current was running through her body. Her hair was undone and her body dripped with sweat, her mouth moved as she silently recited a slurry of profane requests for Tommy to fuck he in ways that weren't physically possible. Tommy could have left it there, but he wanted a real finisher. He lifted both fists above his head, balling them together, and he brought them down like a meteor into her prone stomach. She flopped up like a dying fish, spit flying from her mouth, and the marble table finally broke underneath her with a loud CRACK!!! She fell to the ground amongst the rubble that had once been her desk, and Tommy was satisfied. All he could hear was the sound of his own labored breathing until he heard a slow, echoing applause coming from behind him. Someone was clapping. He looked back to a huge staircase that curved slowly beyond his vision, and down came a mocha-skinned goddess in a skin-tight pencil suit. Her short brown hair was as slick and styled as ever, her breasts held up in her jacket like two russet watermelons, her long powerful legs exposed by her narrow miniskirt. Her brown eyes twinkled suggestively behind her small, stylish glasses, and her fat lips were slightly bent in an evil smile. It was her. Ciara Chocolate. She took one look at Tommy, who was naked, covered in cum, bruised, and standing over the destroyed Elizabeth, and Ciara could only chuckle as if she had watched a child at play. "Come upstairs, handsome," she called down to him. "Let's get you washed up and dressed. We have business to discus." ##### One quick elevator ride later and Tommy was brought to the most extravagant bathroom he had ever seen, the marble tiles and gold plating must have cost more than most citizens of Climax City would make in five years, and this was just a guest bathroom. The shower stall was large enough to host an orgy, and hot steaming water sprayed his body from a dozen different directions. He lathered his body with the fancy soaps and lotions he found, washing away the hot day and all the English cum on his face, chest, and cock. His mother was able to afford a very nice upper-middle class house thanks to her years as a famous porn-star, but this was another level. This was how a billionaire lived. Tommy heard the door open and close to the bathroom. He wiped down the steamy glass and saw that a sexy Asian girl had entered the bathroom, carrying a bundle of towels with her. She dropped one, and when she bent down to pick it up he saw her perky little ass stick out. Her skirt was so small it was nonexistent, and what little clothes she wore were like a stripper's interpretation of a French maid. Then he recognized her. "Hey," he said opening the door, exposing his steaming, dripping naked body to her. "You're that bitch with the gun who was with Arianna! Fook Mai!" "Fook Yu," she said. "No, fuck you bitch! I recognize you." She rolled her eyed. "No. My name is Fook Yu. Fook Mai is my twin sister." Tommy guessed that was plausible enough. "So your twin sister works for Arianna and you work for Ciara?" "Sometimes we switch places. Miss LeBlanc and Miss Chocolate are very close, they share everything, including us." Tommy looked the serious girl up and down, and liked what he saw. Her long black hair was done up into two Chinese braids, her lipstick was a slight shade darker than her skin, and her uniform left her firm breasts half-bare. He brazenly reach down to his flaccid but large cock and began stroking it. She sneered in disgust at his shameless masturbation, but she could not take her eyes off of his hardening cock. "But they are rivals too?" he asked. She nodded, imagining what it would feel like to have such a big cock inside her. She had never had a real one so big before. Her sister often wore one of several imposing strap-on dildos during their nights together, but something about a real cock was simply more . . . intimidating. "Chocolate said she'd have some clothes for me. Where are they." She put down the towels and then held soemhting up to his face. It was a tiny piece of black materiel, like a hankercief, but when she pulled it apart he saw that it was a very tiny little men's thong, its front material baggy enough to fit a man with a particularly large penis. The thong of it was no bigger than a piece of floss. "What's that?" She smiled. "Your clothes. Get dressed." ##### Fook Yu lead the thong-clad Tommy into the office of Ciara Chocolate, which was easily the largest room the young punk had ever been in. The roof was so high up it felt like an artificial sky, her windows so large and grand he could see the entire city spread out beneath him, her desk so massive that she looked like God's secretary sitting at with a coy smile on her coffee colored lips. She was still in her slutty business suit, but another button was undone to reveal even more of her massive tits. "So you want to be a sex-fighter?" she asked, leaning over her desk and tantalizing him with the perfect sight of her two breasts pushed up together. His cock started to harden, pitching a very substantial tent in his tiny black thong, which caused the anal floss to dig into his anal-skin, which itself only made him even more horny. He could feel her eyes going up and down him like a hungry mouth, kissing and licking every inch of his body. "Yes," he answered. "Fair enough, but are you cut out for it?" "Why don't you ask Araña, or the English slut downstairs?" Ciara laughed haughtily, reaching into her jacket and twisting one of her big, fat nipples. "I am going to give you a chance, Tommy Gunn, one shot at entering into our world. Do you know why?" "Because you want the best." "And you think you're the best?" she asked cocking an eyebrow. "Why don't you take me up to your bedroom and find out for yourself. Or, if you prefer, I can bend you over this desk right now." He was playing it a little cocky, but he felt pumped after beating the shit out of Elizabeth, and he was sure he had impressed this beautiful maniac. She bit her lower lip and suppressed a smile. "Are you really the son of Lucinda Gun?" That surprised him. "Yes, but what's that got to do with anything?" Ciara pressed a button on her desk, and instantly a hundred holographic images filled the air between them, floating around like ghostly televisions. They all depicted his mother's films, some of them from when she got started at 18, others with her at 30, every single one of them the most hardcore pornography imaginable. She was getting rammed by three black cocks as a 19 year old, whipping a young brunette as a 25 year old, sucking a woman's lactating breasts at 21. Her tits as a young woman were firm and tight, pink nipples sparkling like her brown eyes, but by 35 she was curvaceous and juicy, literally dripping with sex. Despite himself Tommy's cock reached full mast. "Your mother is without a doubt my absolute favorite porn-star," Ciara admitted honestly, the breathlessness in her voice and the movement of her shoulder told Tommy that she was masturbating under the table. Her pristine, flawless brown skin was now starting to glisten with drops of sweat that rolled down her smooth breasts like little white diamonds across brown velvet. Her slick, styled hair started to come undone, bangs sticking to her forehead. "To be absolutely honest with you boy, I'm giving you this shot because I want to make a deal with you. A little trade." "Deal?" Tommy didn't like where this was going. He didn't want this to become complicated. "I'll give you a chance to become a sex-fighter . . .just a CHANCE! You don't get an automatic pass, no one does, but I am giving you an opportunity that others have literally killed for. In return I want something." "What?" he asked, his cock hardening so much that material of his thong threatened to snap. "You'll introduce me to your mother." Tommy smiled. "That's it?" This beautiful woman just wanted a date with his whore of a mother? "Do I need to tie her up and leave her spread eagle in the basement or something like that?" "No. Simply introduce us. But not until the time I say so. I want to pick the absolute right moment. Deal?" Tommy didn't spend too much time thinking about it. He wasn't someone who spent too much time thinking about anything, he just trusted his hard cock to lead him into the right direction. "Deal." "Good," Ciara licked her lips. She pressed another button and the floating screens disappeared. She stopped masturbating and redid her jacket a bit, trying to regain some of her lost composure, but it was obvious to Tommy that she was still horny as fuck. "To become one of my sex-fighters you need first to prove that you are worthy. I don't waste my time or money on losers, Mr. Gun, not ever. To prove their worth every sex-fighter who applies for my management must first be victorious in three consecutive matches, each opponent chosen by me, as are the rules and circumstances of each match. These victories must be consecutive! One loss, and you're out." Tommy almost spat on the floor. "Well I've already beaten two sex-fighters. Araña and Elizabeth can vouch for my skill, if have enough of their minds left to talk." Ciara smirked dominantly. "Araña was still recovering from a previous match, and you sucker-punched Elizabeth. Neither of those fights conformed to Society rules, as the lacked managerial oversight. But . . . fine. We'll consider those your first two matches, but don't be foolish enough to believe that things will be the same from this point forward. Your matches will be arranged for you, by me, and next time it may be you getting sucker-punched." Tommy was fine with that. He had no doubt that he could dominate any bitch in the ring. "Fine. I tore through those last two bitches, so I've only got to beat the shit out of one more. When is my match?" Ciara grinned like a cat lapping at the dripping nipples of an overfucked whore. "Right now." Tommy had almost forgotten about the sexy Asian girl Fook Yu. He turned to see her in her skimpy maid uniform, spinning through the air, her high-heeled foot flying into his face. CRACK!!! ##### Tommy landed on his back atop Ciara's large desk, blinded by the pain in his forehead. Her kick had been so perfect that the heel had hit him in the forehead like a nail, almost cracking his skull. Luckily for Tommy he had a really thick skull. When he opened his eyes he saw that Fook Yu was already standing between his spread legs. She was standing with one of her legs lifted up vertically all the way to her own head like an expert yogi, exposing her lacey thong to him. The look in her eyes was cruel and he knew what was coming. The heel of her raised for came down like and executioner's axe, landing right on his apricot sized testicles. Secret Sex-Fight Society Ch. 02 THUD! "Holy fuck! My balls!" Tommy screamed, shuddering in pain. The heel of her dainty foot had landed like a sledge hammer. "That was for Elizabeth, you fucking jerk." Fook Yu quietly hissed at him. She jumped up on the table, leaned down to grab him by his hair, and lifted him to his feet. He was so stunned by the pain in his balls that he couldn't stop her from expertly throwing him over her shoulder to the hard floor below, the impact made all the more painful from the added height of the desk. Tommy looked up in a daze and saw a blurred image of Fook Yu's thong-clad ass up her skirt, still standing up on the desk. Then she brilliantly jumped into the air, performing a back-flip and landing feet first onto his stomach, pulverizing his guts with her high heeled shoes. His head came up as he almost folded in half upward, about to vomit his guts out. His face come up to hers, and she had the bitchiest little smile of victory on her smug face. If Tommy hadn't been in too much pain to even remember his name he would have been real pissed at this slut's arrogance. He fell back down, eyes wide open, barely able to breathe. He saw up Fook Yu's skirt as she stood over him again. "He's done," Fook Yu announced to Ciara. "Victory by knockout. Four moves. I knew he was weak. He only defeated Elizabeth because he fights like a cowardly little-EEEEEEEAAKK!!!" THUD! Tommy's fist came up into her pussy and smacked her right in the clit, and to Tommy it felt like punching a piece of pizza dough. She squealed and whined and tripped forward, clutching her crotch his dizzy pain. Tommy rose to his feet but had the same problem, the pain his midsection was so severe it prevented him from planning his next move. "I ain't (cough, cough) done yet, you little bitch," Tommy said, clutching his stomach Unfortunately it was Fook Yu who recovered first, and despite the cunt-punch she was able to perform another stunning spin kick, striking Tommy in the cheek and sending him spinning. The next thing he knew she was up on his shoulders, easily jumping on top of him, wrapping her legs around his neck. He could feel her hot, bruised pussy on the back of his head as her slender shins got under his chin and started blocking his windpipe, making it impossible to breathe. He fell back, but not as far as he thought. His shoulder blades landed painfully against the edge of the desk, where Fook Yu had landed on her cushy butt, legs still choking him. The angle was so awkward that he could neither slip to the floor nor stand back up. He was stuck like this, desk-edge digging into his back as the sexy Asian maid strangled him with her long legs. For some reason the experience was causing him to achieve a very obvious erection, his nine solid inches pitching a tent in his black thong, which must have looked silly considering he was about to pass out. "Fucking trash," Fook Yu hissed at him. "You don't deserve to be a sex-fighter. You never deserved it. You're a fucking fluke, a lucky loser who got to see how his betters live for just a second, but now that's all about to go away. You're about to fall asleep, and when you wake up, you'll be back in whatever shitty corner of this city you came from. Now sleep!" She gave a sudden, excruciating squeeze with her iron legs and Tommy thought his head was going to pop off. His hands were trying desperately to pry her vice-like calves away from his throat, but he wasn't getting her to budge a centimeter. She had him. But then he looked up and saw her perky, cute tits pointing out from the thin, hugging material of her tiny blouse, her cleavage nearly bursting free, and he had an idea. He let go of her legs, allowing her to squeeze him even harder, but he reached up and between each thumb and forefinger he pinched one of her nipples. "Hey, what're you-EEEEEEEE!" Fook Yu squealed like a little girl as Tommy gave her the two most devastating titty-twisters he had ever given to a girl, and being a very experienced bully, he had given a lot. Her legs came undone and he was free, he fell to the floor but this time quickly rebounded. Fook Yu was sitting on the desk, legs spread wide open, both of her hands covering her tender breasts. Hers eyes were squeezed shut as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Bitch!" he screamed, jumping up onto the desk right in front of her, putting his crotch level to her face. He pulled aside the taut material of his thong, barely getting it around his massive shaft which sprang out so suddenly it slapped Fook Yu in the face, knocking the tears off her cheeks. She gasped as she saw it thrusting nine inches over her nose, too close and too big to be taken in all at once. She actually went cross-eyed as she tried to study it, his engorged helmet emanating a thick musk that filled her senses with so many sexual pheromones it made her dizzy. Tommy sniggered. "Never seen one this big before?" "No . . . I-" But her last words were pushed back down her throat as Bobby grabbed the back of her head and jammed forward, ramming the large mushroom-tip of his cock into her mouth and down her throat. She started gagging instantly and reflexively tried to bite down, but the force of Tommy's thrusts and the amazing girth of his cock prevented her from doing so. Her jaw was pushed to the maximum, her tunnels were battered like a boxing-bag, and she could feel the curved lip of his penis's head stroking the inside of her esophagus. She was getting thoroughly throat-fucked. But despite Fook Yu's many sexual skills she was not a natural cock-sucker. She knew how to give a hand-job that could make a cock pop off like a champagne bottle. She knew how to finger a woman in a way to make her piss cum like a shower. She knew how to use her hands, in short, but cock-sucking was not in her playbook. Even regular sized cocks gave her trouble, causing her to gag and choke, and those were only five or six inches. This dirty boy's cock was a devastating nine inches long, and was so thick it felt like someone was ramming their first down her throat. As her gag reflect got out of control slobber began to droll from her strained lips, and bubbles of spit foamed in her nostrils. Her eyes rolled up as she was throat-fucked closer and closer to unconsciousness. Her rolling eyes looked over the young man's body, his chiseled six-pack abs, his slender swimmer's body, his sexy smile and devilish blue eyes. As Fook Yu's vision started to go black she had to admit this punk was attractive as hell, and in some way she didn't mind being beaten by him too badly. But before she lost consciousness he pulled out, allowing her head to pop off and unload the gallon's worth of spit and pre-cum that had built up in her mouth. She coughed as long ropes of bubbly slobber drooled from her mouth and onto her firm breasts, her legs, and even her crotch. "Stupid bitch can barely suck a cock," Tommy mocked. SLAP! Tommy cock-slapped her face. It wasn't really that hard, but she was so disoriented and drunk on the taste of penis that it felt like being hit by a baseball bat. "This is called a 'cock' you retard. A 'COCK!' A filthy slut like you should know how to suck one." SLAP! He cock-slapped her again on the other cheek, plastering her face with her own spit. "Well, not every girl has the talent to suck a mean dick like mine, but that doesn't mean you cunt can't take it just as well as any other." The meaning of his words sunk in a second before he roughly pushed her down on the desk, her legs still spread wide open. She looked up to see Ciara Chocolate sitting behind the desk still, upside-down from Fook Yu's perspective. The frightened Asian looked wide-eyed at her employer and dominatrix with big, pleading eyes, but Ciara wasn't going to help. Her brown, stoic face looked aroused and amused, and even the tick material of her jacket was dented by her hardening nipples. "Mistress . . . please-EEK!" The head of Tommy's cock poked into her wet, tight hole, the wide helmet of his cockhead splitting her open further than she had been in a long time. Even her favorite toys were small, but this nineteen year old boy was fucking big. She looked up at him, her dark Asian eyes dripping with tears, silently begging him not to break her fragile innards with his massive hammer of flesh, but his handsome, sadistic smile clearly said "no." He pushed in, all nine inches plunging into a tight pussy of the second time in less than three hours, but he was still as hard as a rock, and compared to his powerful muscle Fook Yu's body was as soft as warm marshmallow. She squealed and moaned, begged and bitched, but there was no stopping the sexual athlete who was about to run a marathon on her tight slit. She squealed. "Oh god! You're too big! Please-EEEK-stop!" Tommy gave her tits a hard slap, causing them to jiggle out of control. "Shut up slut! If you're too much of a little bitch to take this cock, than give up! His strong hands grasped at the cleavage of her undone blouse, shredding it apart like tissue-paper. As his nine-inch cock began to pump her tight pussy and loosen it up he continued to shred at the skimpy material of her maid's uniform, stopping to pinch and slap the newly exposed sections of her skin. Within moments she was almost completely naked, the only things covering her bodies were small shreds. She moaned angrily while biting her lips, furious at the younger man dominating her so handedly, and furious at herself for enjoying it. She was just glad her twin sister wasn't here to see this, because they had once promised each other only to serve those worthy of the Fook sister devotion, and to never fuck around with worthless dipshits and gutter-punks like nineteen year old Tommy Gunn. Fook Yu's arms flailed as she frantically searched for something to grab, like a flower vase or something to smash over Tommy's head, but she could find nothing. Ciara kept her desk clean. Fook Yu looked back up at her mistress, the beautiful mochas skinned woman she had served so obediently these last few years. Fook Yu felt very betrayed when she saw that Ciara didn't seem to care at all the her maid/driver/bodyguard/bedmate was being raped right in front of her. In fact, Miss Chocolate was having a good time. Both of her miraculous breasts had been unleashed from her tight jacket, her dark nipples pointing upward like two delicious pieces of dark cocoa, begging to be sucked by a warm mouth. Ciara stood, wiggling her finger invitingly to the young stud as she leaned over the desk, her perfect breasts hanging above Fook Yu's face. Tommy leaned over and plucked one of the chocolate nipples into his mouth, sucking out it as if it were the most delicious thing he ever tasted, and soon he was mashing his entire face into her bountiful cleavage. Ciara laughed huskily as the young man worshipped her tits, and she reached down to caress the battered chest of the prone Fook Yu. For Fook Yu this final visual stimulation was too much. Tommy's jackhammer of a cock was deeper than even her sister's biggest strap-on had ever gone, and his steady pace had been pushing her to the edge of bliss for over a minute. Now that she could hear Ciara laughing in her deep, sexy voice, and smell her arousing, pheromone-thick scent, Fook Yu finally let herself go. "Oh god, oh god, oh god," Fook Yu cried, feeling as if her pussy was literally about to explode and rip her body in two. "OH GOD I'M FUCKING CUMMING!" Ciara Chocolate snickered evilly. "Finish this bitch, Tommy, and you'll be a full-fledged sex fighter." Bobby leaned back smiling with insane glee. He stepped back, his hard cock and strong hands levering Fook Yu's entire body up off of the desk. She mewed pathetically as a steady, overwhelming, almost painful orgasm began to take over her body. Every muscle in her toned, athletic core was so tense it felt like it was going to explode, but at the same time she could barely move. "Ready to take a ride, bitch?" And then Tommy really started to fuck her. He was standing up now, legs spread wide as he held her by the waist and repeatedly slammed her up and down on his big nine-inch cock like he was fucking a weightless blowup doll. Their sweaty, muscular hips slapped against each other so loudly that it echoed in the room "HOLY SHIT!" Fook Yu screamed as she descended into mindless babbling. Her orgasm exploded within her like a water-balloon and she erupted all over Tommy's organ-busting cock, sending rivers of cum down his legs and dripping onto the floor. Her eyes began to blink rapidly and her back arched so far back her spine threatened to snap. "Fucking slut!" Tommy growled. "Here it cums!" He slammed her down one last, brutal time onto his diamond hard penis, her ass slamming into her apricot sized testicles so hard it almost hurt him, but finally he started to spurt. His cock set off like a champagne bottle into her tight sex-canal, hot spunk quickly filling her up and then spilling out the sides of her busted labia. Every spurt from his thick cock sent shivers through her body, causing her to twitch. Tommy cried out in excruciating pleasure as he came for the second time that day, ruining a second woman in the process, his balls pumping like little motors as he unloaded a huge load of hot, thick semen into the his Asian opponent's pink punching-bag. Fook Yu could only whimper and try to talk as she started to come down from her orgasm, her whole body shivering like she was cold but dripping with sweat like she was hot. She could barely remember where she was or who she was, only that she had gotten royally fucked by a superior fighter, and all she could do was submit to him. Through tear-filled eyes she looked at the young man who had so expertly broken her, and she was shocked by how handsome and frightening he was. His attractive face leaned in, his blue eyes smoldering like a gas-fire, and she instinctually opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. They shared a sloppy, wet, pornographic kiss that sent drops of spit dripping down their chins and onto their chests. Fook Yu moaned happily, already forgetting the painful beating her cunt had just received. Her mouth was so sensitive it felt like a second pussy, and Tommy's tongue was gently fucking it. Tommy broke the kiss. Fook Yu gasped weekly. "W-w-w-wow. I think . . . I think I'm in love with . . . with . . ." Ciara interrupted their erotic afterglow with an evil comment. "Good job Tommy, but you're not done yet. The match doesn't end until one fighter loses consciousness." Tommy smiled with twisted, sadistic mischief. His strong hands tightened their grip on the sexy Asian's waist, his cock twitching awake again. Fook Yu knew what was coming. "N-no! Tommy . . . baby . . . please don't-" "Sorry bitch," he laughed, plucking her off of his cock and easily tossing her entire body a several feet above his head. She hovered for a moment in the air, dreading the pain that was about to come. Tommy gracefully moved underneath her falling body, once again clutching her by the waist. From her perspective everything was moving in slow motion, but then it suddenly went very fast as Tommy pulled her down, slamming her face first into the hardwood floor in a neck-breaking pile driver. CRACK!!! Fook Yu was conscious just long enough to feel the most horrifying pain in her life as her entire body weighed down on her face, erect like a stake in the ground. As she lost consciousness her body slipped to the ground, her pussy gushing out the excess flood of Tommy's sperm. He stood above her collapsed, broken body, enjoying the afterglow of a glorious fuck and an even more glorious beat-down. His muscles glistened with sweat and stood out in intense detail as if he had just spent an intense hour at the gym. His semi-rigid cock dripped with cum and sweat, still pulsing with his heartbeat. Ciara was beside him now, her jacket still undone to reveal her big, perfect, almost superhuman breasts. She reached down and took a tight grip on his deflating cock, pumping a few times with masterful technique. Tommy unloaded three more spurts of cum that he didn't even realize he had, most of it landing across Fook Yu's broken face. Tommy was now convinced that Ciara was the most beautiful, most erotic, most intimidating woman he had ever met, and he wanted desperately to kiss her on her fat, mocha-colored lips, but as he tried she turned away, walking back behind her desk as she licked the mixed cum off her fingers. Her big, perfect ass rolled in her tight skirt with such swagger that it made Tommy dizzy. "Good work," Ciara said, licking a big dollop of semen from her hand. "Mmmm. You taste good." "T-thanks," he laughed hoarsely. "I hear that a lot." She smirked, retaking her seat. "Congratulations. You are now a professional sex-fighter for the Secret Sex Society. But from now on things are going to be different than how you've been doing it. You're not a free agent anymore. You don't get to decide when and who you fight . . . I do." "Okay, so long as I get to do this often." She smiled. "Oh, trust me boy, you'll be getting more pussy then you'll know what to do with, but it won't be every day. I own millions of dollars worth of medical equipment, healing-chambers and such, but some injuries still take time to heal. I'm not going to push you harder than I think you can handle. I want to get my money's worth out of that big cock of yours." "Yeah, speaking of which, how does that work?" Her lips smacked against her fingers, cleaning the last of Fook Yu's cum from it. "Fights are arranged by the managers, some of which are recorded for a select audience who pays over the internet, some of which will have live audiences. Some fights will only have a few spectators, others will have thousands. Our society is spread over the entire globe, so expect some travelling in your future if you're good enough to attract an international audience. All of the money earned goes straight to the managers, and we in turn pay our fighters." "What percentage." "A small one. about one or two percent." "One or two percent?" Tommy was insulted. "One-fucking-percent? That's nothing!" Ciara frowned beautifully, looking like a lioness ready to rip an arrogant monkey to shreds. "Yes. One percent. That's how it works, and if you don't like it you can leave." They stared each other down a few moments. Although Ciara was seated she seemed impossibly tall, her perfect breasts swelling in Tommy's mind. Her beautiful brown eyes sparkled with a certain coldness, like a killer before snuffing out the life of an innocent victim. He eventually backed down, having never been so intimidated by a woman before. Ciara smiled slightly in triumph. "One percent is more than enough, especially considering all the perks. You'll have notoriety within the Society, but you'll be unknown to the wider world. As I've already said, you'll have more sex than you can handle, and my resources are at your disposal. You'll live here, in the tower. I'll provide you an apartment, access to a private gym for my fighters, as well as many other amenities. Just remember that this lifestyle only continues as long as you earn it. If you start losing matches I'll start cutting your perks, and if you lose three in a row you're out. For good." "Don't worry, babe. No way that's going to happen." She laughed haughtily. "Better fighters than you have said the same thing." "So where's my new apartment?" "Just a few floors down from here. All my fighters share a floor together. I'll send some men to pick up your things. Feel free to make yourself at home." Tommy smiled, his eyes scanning every perfect centimeter of Ciara Chocolate's chest. He actually felt butterflies in his stomach. He hadn't felt that way in years, and since turning eighteen picking up girls has been as easy as picking berries. "You know, noting breaks in a new apartment like a night of hard, crazy sex. Want to join me?" Secret Sex-Fight Society Ch. 02 Ciara's stoic face actually broke a little. She laughed at him, but her own eyes scanned every centimeter of his perfect, hairless, athletic body, dripping with sweat and cum. She looked like she wanted to say yes. "No. I only fuck champions, and you're not a champion." "Not yet," he smirked. "No . . .," she bit her lip. ". . . not yet." Tommy left to go find his apartment, still completely naked and reeking of sex, but he didn't seem at all shy about that. If anyone was offended by his chiseled good looks and rippling body that was their problem. After he left Ciara let out a long, aroused sigh. Her pussy was so hot and wet it felt like she was leaking molten lead. She tore at her expensive clothes so clumsily that she ripped them, eventually just shredding her tight skirt off with impatient haste. Almost whimpering with insane stimulation, she turned on her holographic screen, tuning it to one of her favorite scenes with Lucinda Gunn, the epic queen of porn. Ciara began to masturbate with furious abandon, her long nails practically clawing at her swollen cunt. Her previous composure and control all melting away like an ice-cube stuck up Satan's asshole. She tortured her pussy and nipples as she considered her amazing fortune. The young stud who had just fallen into her lap was the son of Lucinda Gunn. THE Lucinda Gunn! Ciara was almost obsessed with Lucinda Gunn. Ciara had been masturbating to Lucinda since she was eighteen, which meant Lucinda had been 28 at the time and still in the prime of her career. A Lucinda Gunn movie had been playing when Ciara lost her virginity on the night of her prom, to her date's older brother. Ciara masturbated to Lucinda Gunn every night in college when she didn't have company to otherwise entertain her, and even then she liked to have a Lucinda flick going on in the background just for the added stimulation. Why had she never sought out Lucinda before? Ciara didn't have an answer to that, but as a delayed, much needed orgasm began to climax in her perfect body she knew she was going to meet her hero soon, just not yet. Not until Ciara was sure she was ready, sure she could fuck at Lucinda's level and give her the greatest night of her life. And Lucinda's son? Just the cherry on top of the cake. Ciara was going to have fun using his natural abilities to make millions of dollars, all the while humiliating her rival managers in the society. But the idea of him was also in her mind as her pussy began to pop streams of cum onto the floor. He was so tight and young, and his big cock was one of the most beautiful Ciara had even seen before. Maybe he'd be good practice for Lucinda, surely them being related might give Ciara some insight into facing her star in the bedroom. Perhaps Tommy even knew about his mother's sexual preferences. Perhaps Tommy had even fucked his mother. The image of Tommy's young, hard body mounting his curvaceous mother, pumping her big ass with his huge cock, was what finally pushed Ciara over the edge. "OH FUCK!" she came, her pussy leaking so rapidly that it looked like she was pissing on the floor, her body shaking like jelly in an earthquake. She fingered herself so quickly that he had was a blur, but even then she wasn't completely satisfied with her ability. Fingering like this wouldn't be nearly enough to satisfy the legendary Lucinda Gunn. When her orgasm finally subsided, some fifteen minutes later, she got up and on her unsteadily legs she walked around the desk, wearing absolutely nothing but her jacket, shredded pantyhose, and high-heeled shoes. On the floor Fook Yu was just beginning to wake up, the pain in her broken face caused her to moan in a high pitch. Ciara stood over her in a dominant position, cum still dripping from her mocha cunt, and into Fook Yu's mouth and eyes. "I just left a puddle of cum under my desk. Be a good girl and go lick it up, or mop it up with your hair. After that you can crawl into a healing-pod to fix that busted face and broken ribs of yours." Fook Yu gasped in painful confusion. "Broken r-ribs? I don't have any broken-" CRACK!!! Ciara's high heeled shoe stomped on the side of Fook Yu's body so hard that three ribs snapped like twigs, the sound echoed throughout the large room. Fook Yu exhaled, eyes rolling back, but she was in too much pain to even scream. After a few moments of mind-shattering pain she lost conscious again. "Fucking loser." Ciara left her maid/sex-toy broken on the floor, debating which of her lovers she should call to share her bed tonight, hoping that Lucinda Gunn would soon be on that list. Secret Sex-Fight Society Ch. 03 Story till now: In the year 2099 the metropolis of Climax City has become one of the most violent and corrupt cities in the world, were the super rich and super poor live mere miles from each other, but are in entirely different worlds. Tommy Gunn, a 19 year old bully, has just joined the Secret Sex-Fight Society, and shadowy organization of the world's richest people who train erotic martial artists who engage in sexual combat for money, sex, and sadistic joy. He was recruited by the beautiful and dangerous Ciara Chocolate, and is now eagerly awaiting his first official matches, but Ciara may have her own plans for him. ##### Tommy Gunn: 19. The protagonist of this story. A cocky and arrogant young man. Incredibly handsome and confident. Swimmer's body, six-pack abs, blue eyes, black hair. Ciara Chocolate: 35. A mysterious woman with great wealth and influence in Climax City. Milk-chocolate skin, tall, Amazonian, large breasts, short sleek brown hair, many ear piercings, perfect ass. Likes to wear very expensive, very sexy clothes. Fook Mee and Fook Yu: 25. Identical twins. Chauffeurs, bodyguards, cooks, maids, concubines. Asian, thin, perky tits, very serious faces. Lucinda Gunn: 45. Tommy's mother, a former world-famous pornstar. Curly brown hair, curvy body. Bunny: 19. former child actress, failed sex-fighter, aspiring pornstar. Big blue eyes, perky tits, petite body, blonde pigtails. Beverly "Mother Bomb" Bexley: 40-something. Retired sex-fighter and unfaithful trophy-wife. Curvy, wavy blonde hair, big tits. Stephanie Bexley: 18. Mother Bomb's innocent daughter. Tall, slender, nice breasts, blonde hair. Rodrigo Gomez: 40-something. A millionaire sex-fight manager in the Society. Spanish and very gay. Victor Zevro: 40-something. Somewhat wealthy criminal and manager in the Society. Lots of scars. Sandi "Spitefire" McPherson: 25. Zevro's star sex-fighter. Rock-and-roll bitch. Leather, tattoos, short red hair, piercings. Pietro "Poiseidon" Xavier: 20-something. A god amongst men. Sex-fighter. Bisexual. Caroline "Miss Cupid" Heart: 20-something. Sex-fighter. A sexy, tall, Playboy-style blonde. She has a bow-and-arrow tattoo tramp-stamp that points down her crack of her perfect ass. ##### Tommy Gunn had just finished moving all of his shit into his new, swanky, rent-free apartment that was provided to him so long as he was going to participate in the Secret Sex-Fight Society, which he hoped would be forever. All of his clothes and dishes were still in cardboard boxed, where they'd most likely remain forever. Tommy wasn't much for furniture. The only things he wanted was a gym (which the building already had) a clean bathroom (the building had a maid service) a couch to play video games on (comfy leather) and a big bed for fucking chicks on. Being his first night, he didn't have the time to find some pussy to deflower the apartment, and he wasn't sure who of his regular booty-calls would be willing to come all the way to the Tower District, the wealthiest burrow in Climax City. So, without any pussy to tap, Tommy sat done on his couch for a very long night of marathon masturbation, the kind that went on for eight-plus hours, the kind that by the end would have guided any innocent mind into the most disgusting parts of the internet. But Tommy wasn't just flogging his thick, hairless, nine inches of pussy-saturated cock for the fun of it . . . no . . . he was doing some important research. Now that he was an official sex-fighter in the SSFS (a super secret organization of the world's richest people who trained and managed sexually explicit mixed martial arts for fun) Tommy had access to the secret websites where many videos and statistics were archived. The first thing he watched was the fight he had with the sexy Araña the other night, the unplanned event that introduced him to the secret world of sexual combat. Watching the fight over again made him extremely horny, especially the part when Araña almost won by twisting his body into a knot while she sucked his dick, her special move called "the spider's web." She had almost won, but Tommy's cock had been a bit more than she could swallow, and as soon as she started to gag, Tommy had the upper hand. He had beaten and fucked the shit out of two other female sex-fighters since then, the prissy and arrogant Elizabeth Strokesworth, who he stripped naked and slammed through a marble table, and the obedient Asian maid Fook Yu, who he fucked senseless right in on top of Ciara Chocolate's desk. A brief flash of Ciara Chocolate came into his mind. Her short brown hair, her seductive brown eyes, her fat puffy lips, and perfect big tits, and her killer ass. He almost busted his nut all over his chest, but he pulled back just in time. Ciara was the most spectacular piece of ass Tommy had ever seen, ever even imagined, and she was his new manager. He wanted to fuck her so bad that it actually made his rock-hard penis hurt. He didn't even need to touch himself while thinking about her, it was like the memory of her scent was enough to make him cum. And then, suddenly, their she was, right on his computer screen. "Why hello Mister Gunn. I thought you might be asleep at this hour, but I see that you are feeling quite . . . vigorous." She smirked as she looked down into his erect lap. Tommy saw that she wasn't alone. Bobbing between her open legs was a lithe girl with black hair. It must have been Fook Yu, her maid, who was eating Ciara's coco cunt like it was actually made of chocolate. The sight of that was enough to make Tommy cum. "Ciara . . . oh shit . . . FUCK!" Thick ropes of semen leapt from the bulbous tip of his ram, the first hitting him right in the chin, the next two streaking across his muscular chest, and the rest hitting his computer screen, covering the digital Ciara's face and chest. "Tommy?" Ciara asked. "Are you still there? I think you just ejaculated onto the computer's camera." "Uh . . . yeah . . . sorry," he said. He found a pair of discarded boxer-briefs and wiped down the camera with it, before balling the underpants up and cleaning off his sweaty, glistening chest. "Have you been watching me jack off this whole time?" "No. Of course not. I have better things to do than watch some punk spank himself. I just saw that you were online and needed to tell you something." "But . . . isn't this like . . . an invasion of privacy?" Ciara's fat, full lips curved in a delicious smile. "Tommy. I own this building. I own your apartment. I own you. If you don't like that you can pack up your shit and get the fuck out." Tommy breathed heavily as he stroked the rest of his ejaculation from his stiff cock, much of his gargantuan nut still stuck inside. "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere." "Good. Are you ready for your fist matches." Tommy's handsome face erupted into a sexy smile. "Of course! So soon! I thought you were going to make me train for a month or something." "Baptism by fire. No better training than that." "Awesome." "In fact, I have three matches lined up for you over the next four days. I'll use them to fully evaluate your capabilities, and it'll be good to put you out on the market aggressively at first. The boards have been buzzing about you. Your fight with Araña is one of the most watched rookie videos in the history of the Society." "I won't let you down boss! You haven't seen anything yet!" Ciara moaned like she was ready to cum. "I hope so. I . . . oh . . . fuck yes . . .," she was indeed having a small orgasm as Fook Yu rapidly licked her mistress's vulva. " . . . I am looking forward to it. Get some sleep, stud. You first fight is tomorrow." ##### From the moment Tommy went to sleep to when he went to the building's gym the next day he was burdened with a perpetual boner. And not one of those semi-hard, should-have-jacked-off-this-morning boners. It was a rock-hard, going-to-fuck-a-sexy-blonde-virgin-along-with-her-cute-best-friend kind of boner. At first he felt pretty awkward about it, a nine-inch cock that was as erect as a flagpole was hard to hide, but he soon discovered he had nothing to by shy about. The building's gym might as well have been an orgy considering the number of half-naked, athletic young bodies prancing about, engaged in all manners of physical and sexual exercises. All of the girls were wearing tight, almost transparently thin sports-bras and tight, elastic thongs, without much else other than some sweat-bands. The men were equally undressed, and a few were completely naked as they lifted weights or did their stretching. Many of the athletes at least briefly engaged in some sort of sexual contact, whether it was some heavy petting or genital groping, but the only all out fucking he saw was in the showers. The locker-room was co-ed, and one muscular young man with blue had a much older woman with a rocking body bent over a bench as he mercilessly rammed her backdoor, all the while steamy water washed over them. "There's no explicit rule that says you can't fuck in the gym, but most people at least wait till they get to the showers." Tommy turned to see the voice that was talking to him. It was a sexy blonde woman in her early twenties. Her firm, welcoming breasts were hidden behind a towel that was wrapped around her naked body. "Good to know. Speaking of which, I could really use some help with this." He shamelessly pulled his shorts down and let his nine-inch cunt-buster spring up to attention. "What do you say? I bet it would be quite the workout?" The gorgeous blonde bit her lower lip as she touched the top of his cock with one, long, feminine finger. She pushed it down as far as it would go, and giggled when it sprang back up. "You do have a really, really nice looking cock," she said sincerely, gasping a little when she said 'cock.' "But I'm already hooked up. Poseidon is going to be done with that old whore in a second, and I'm going to help him finish up." "Poseidon?" Tommy asked. Wasn't that the name of some stupid god of fish or something? "Him," she pointed to the blue-haired stud in the showers. "That's his sex-fighter name, but everyone calls him by it nowadays. The old cow he's destroying is some old sex-fighter called Lady Glory. Everyone knows that she's about to lose her third sex-fight in a row, so Ciara is going to fire her ass. Poseidon wants to try her out once before she's gone." Tommy looked back to blue-boy. It looked like he had just pushed Lady Glory over the cliff of her orgasmic threshold. She slipped off his impressively large cock and fell to the floor, her whole body jiggling like a hunk of gelatin on a washing machine. Even though she was in a shower Tommy could see that she was squirting a ridiculous amount of lady-cum, as if Poseidon had just busted through some sort of dam with his wet, glistening penis. "Pathetic," Poseidon judged Lady Glory. His voice was high, and slightly feminine. He turned to the lovely blonde athlete. "Miss Cupid. I'm ready for you. At least you know how to make me cum." "Coming, my god," the blonde said, throwing off her towel. She forgot all about Tommy as she ran into the shower to aid her lover. This was not a girlfriend/boyfriend type of thing, this was a very apparent master/bitch type of thing. Tommy admired a tattoo that Miss Cupid had stamped over her ass. It was of a very curved, pink bow and arrow, the arrow pointing straight down her perfect heart-shaped ass, like it was saying "aim your cock here." He got a good view of it as she kneeled down to worship at Poseidon's erect altar. "Hey," Poseidon said to Tommy. "You're pretty cute. Wanna help her out?" Tommy blinked in confusion. "You . . . want me . . . to suck your cock?" The young god nodded his blue head. "Yeah. But if you're not any good at that I'd be happy to just fuck your ass." Tommy was shocked, revolted, but for some reason his erect cock only got stiffer. "No thanks. I'm not gay." Poseidon shrugged his well-shaped shoulders and smiled. "Too bad, but typical. All the cute guys around here are straight." Tommy tried not to watch Poseidon and Miss Cupid fucked each other as he got dressed, but that wasn't easy. The two of them fucked like champions, and at a certain point it looked as if Miss Cupid started to have one big, long orgasm that lasted several minutes, and Tommy was hypnotized by the way her perky breasts bounced in perfect rhythm to Poseidon's vigorous humping. Tommy had never seen another man fuck a woman so well, other than himself of course, and he had to admit that he was awfully impressed. ##### "Excited for your first match?" Ciara asked, noticing the nine-inch bulge in Tommy's crotch. "I cannot fucking wait," he said honestly. His fists were aching to punch something almost as much as his cock needed to get wet. "Well get in the car, we're going cross town." As Tommy crawled into Ciara's multi-million dollar limo, he looked up front to see that Fook Yu was driving. He could see her face in the rearview-mirror and she looked pissed, still sporting one big black eye. She must have been put in a healing-chamber after their match (otherwise she'd be in critical care at a hospital) but there was only so much that medical technology in the year 2099 could do. She'd probably have that black eye for a day or two. Ciara was dressed differently than usual. Instead of her typical pencil-suits she was wearing what looked like something a rich woman would wear to the country club. Tight white sweater vest that bulged with her large breasts, large circular sunglasses, and tight white shorts that rode very high on her amazing thighs. Tommy's erection was threatening to break the zipper on his pants as he analyzed her. She noticed and smiled. "Don't worry, sweetie," she said patting his crotch. "We'll get that big cock of yours into something tight and wet soon." After a half hour of driving they came to one of Climax City's wealthiest suburbs, an affluent community of lawyers, judges, professional and other rich people called Cougarton. The name was apt, as Tommy only knew of the suburb from the number of sexy cougars and milfs he had fucked here. There were a lot of big white houses with horny, bored trophy wives inside whose husbands were all at work this time of day. The car pulled up to a big white house that must have cost over a hundred million dollars (steep for 2099 prices), which was ritzy even for this super-ritzy part of town. "Fook Yu," Ciara said. "Don't pull into the driveway yet. Wait for that girl to leave." A sexy, blonde 18 year old rich girl was leaving from the house's big glass doors, towing a backpack over her shoulder. Mark recognized the tight blouse and little plaid skirt she was wearing. She must have been a senior at Saint Muff's Private High School, one of Climax City's wealthiest High Schools. Tommy had never fucked a girl from that school, and he swore that the sight of his cum on that one of those plaid skirts would be in his near future. As the girl was ushered into a car by her chauffeur, her mother waved goodbye. That's when Tommy's jaw dropped and his cock almost popped. The mother was a sex-bomb waiting to explode, and empress amongst cougars. She was tall, bronzed, large-breasted, curvy, and her shoulder-length wavy blonde hair was like something taken from the cover of a beauty magazine. She was wearing nothing but a tight, pink bathrobe, her large cleavage on perfect display. "Her," Ciara said, pointing at the mother. "That's your first opponent." ##### Tommy sat on a fancy leather couch in the fancy living room of the fancy house, eagerly awaiting his match as Ciara talked to the opponent's manager. "Ciara, bitch, you are looking as delicious as ever," a very obviously homosexual man with a Spanish accent greeted her. He was slickly dressed, but he overdid it. Every button and cufflink he wore had a small diamond on it, and his black mustache was so meticulously waxed that it looked like plastic. "Rodrigo, you old faggot, how was your trip to Indonesia?" she said as the hugged and exchanged friendly kisses. "Wonderful, I love eating Asian . . . and their food isn't bad either." The two managers laughed haughtily at his stupid joke, and continued their boring conversation, most of it being the kind of small talk that only millionaires would have. They talked about stuff like yachts, the stock market, and good places to buy slaves. Things like that. "Hey!" Tommy growled angrily. "I thought I came here for a sex-fight! So are we going to do this thing or not?" Rodrigo smiled coyly at the young man. "Oh my, so young, so virile, and so very impatient. Do you think you are ready for this, stud?" "Does it look like I'm ready," Tommy said confidently as he stood up, unbuckled his belt and tugged his pants down his muscular thighs. Nine inches of hard, hairless cock sprang to attention like the cannon of a warship. Rodrigo almost feinted. "Oh . . . oh my. Ciara, where do you find these boys?" Ciara was less amused by Tommy's arrogance. She gave her fighter a threatening look. "In the gutter, with the rest of the shit." Rodrigo clapped his hands. "Beverly! Beverly get down here right away! I'm suddenly very excited to begin." The stunning cougar that Tommy had only seen from a distance came bouncing down the stairs, and this time Tommy nearly lost his shit. She had done away with the pink bathrobe, and was now wearing nothing but a skin-tight shiny black bikini that barely covered her huge, pointy nipples and puffy vulva. Each small triangle had the white outline of a bomb on it, the cartoony kind that was like a ball with a fuse. "I'm here," she said excitedly. "Thanks for waiting for my daughter to leave for her ballet class. I . . . I don't really want her to know what her mommy does for fun. She thinks I'm just fucking the gardener." Beverly laughed shyly, causing her large breasts to jiggle invitingly. Something about this milf's easy-going attitude really pissed Tommy off. He was here to fuck this bitch within an inch of her life, not have a friendly chat. "Now Beverly," Rodrigo said, "I would like you to meet Ciara Chocolate, a dear old friend who I engage in friendly competition with." "Nice to meet you Miss Chocolate," Beverly said in a sweet, sincere voice. "You too Mrs. Bexley." The two woman exchanged a quick kiss, struggling a little to get past their large bosoms. "And this," Rodrigo said, "Is Tommy Gunn, a rookie contender. He'll be your opponent today." Beverly shyly looked Tommy over, and gasped in fright at his erect nine-inch cougar-spear sticking straight out. "Oh my, what a strapping young man." She walked over and gave Tommy a kiss as well, her large breasts mashing into his hard chest. Tommy was so surprised he didn't kiss back. He wouldn't have expected a sex-fighter to be so . . . friendly. "Hey, cut it out!" he pushed her away. "What're all these fucking niceties for? Is this going to be different than the other sex-fights I've had, or something? I mean, aren't we supposed to be enemies?" "Sex-fights aren't all barbaric bloodbaths," Ciara told him, "although plenty are. But this is a sport, and all sports usually have a certain level of sportsmanship and etiquette involved. The sex-fight you witnessed between Bunny and Araña was particularly violent, but they were long time rivals. Rodrigo and I are friends, so regardless of what happens here there is no reason for machismo." "But I do want this to be a real fight," Beverly Bexley insisted to Tommy. "I'm a lot tougher than I look, even though I haven't been in a sex-fight since my daughter Stephanie was born. Rodrigo is helping me get back in the game." "Indeed," Rodrigo said. "The stunning Mrs. Bexley was once the celebrated sex-fighter known as Mother Bomb." Secret Sex-Fight Society Ch. 03 Beverly giggled. "Oh my, I haven't been called that in twenty years. What an embarrassing nickname I got." "Yeah," Tommy realized. "How come I don't have a nickname?" "I thought 'Tommy Gunn' was your nickname," Beverly said. "I thought it was a reference to . . . you know . . . your penis." She blushed looking down, biting her lip as the thoughts of being fucked by such a big, hard, young cock began to wet her panties. Tommy groaned. "How lame. My nickname is going to be my actual name." Ciara laughed. "Losers don't get nicknames, Tommy. You have to win a few matches before anyone will give that much of a shit about you. So . . . let's get started." ##### The foursome moved outside were there was a large grassy lawn overlooking a fabulous pool. The backyard encompassed several acres and was surrounded by tall trees at every end. Privacy was not an issue. Rodrigo and Ciara sat down at a table with a large umbrella as they were served cocktails by Fook Yu, who had somehow magically changed clothes from her tight chauffeur uniform to a skimpy maid costume. They were acting like there were about to watch a horserace rather than two naked strangers beat the living shit out of one another, with the likelihood of some rape occurring as well. Tommy stood before them completely naked. He hadn't really bothered about thinking over the benefits of certain kinds of clothing like an intimidating costume or armor. Beverly ("the Mother Bomb") stood opposite him in her tiny black bomb bikini, thrusting her large chest out in total confidence. Tommy was really going to enjoy ramming this bitch into oblivion. Ciara lifted a strange electronic device above her head and pressed a button, releasing a spray into the air. Tommy knew what it was. The spray was made up of millions of microscopic airborne robots that would record the fight from every possible angle, so that the entire thing could be replayed as a three dimensional hologram. Even in the year 2099 such technology was rare and extremely expensive, as the robots could only be used once, and each canister cost more than ten thousand dollars, but the Society had plenty of money. "Rodrigo and I have already agreed upon the rules," Ciara said. "You two will fight until one of you admits that the other fighter is superior. This is the only, ONLY, way that either of you can win. If you render your opponent unconscious the fight will be considered undecided." "What?" Bobby asked in surprise. This was different from the other sex-fights he knew off, which had only ended when one of the fighter was unconscious or dead. "Rodrigo and I want a good show," Ciara said with a coy smile. "No one-shot knockouts, no brutal violence. This fight will be more about subduing your opponent than beating the daylights out of them." "Good luck, cutie," Mother Bomb giggled, giving Tommy a kiss on his cheek, but she also leaned into to whisper into his ear " . . . I'm going to enjoy making you my bitch." "FIGHT!" Ciara suddenly yelled. Before Tommy could react, Mother Bomb brought her knee up into his cum-stuffed balls, socking them up into his hipbone. "Fuck!" he gasped. Then he felt his arm being lifted over her shoulder as she turned around, ramming her plump forty-something year old ass into his young waist. He felt his body sailing through the air before he was thrown painfully on his back. SMASH! The large potted plant he landed on shattered into a dozen giant clay shards, leaving him on a bed of gardening soil. He was dazed, confused, and his cock stuck straight up into the air as he looked up at the jiggling boobs of his advantaged opponent. Mother Bomb laughed. "How did that feel, you arrogant little prick? You were thinking this was going to be easy, weren't you? How could a dumb milf like me beat up a macho stud like you? Asshole. I was almost a champion in my day, and I've been preparing for my return to the Society for over a year." Tommy watched dizzily as Mother Bomb began to climb up a larger potted plant than the once he landed on, her big ass split right down the middle by her tiny black thong. The juicy mounds of her vulva were perfectly outlined by the thin material, and he could even see her clit making a little bump. "You're about to find out why they called me Mother Bomb!" she laughed, before jumping into the air. Her big ass came down on Tommy's stomach like an atomic bomb, knocking the air out of him and causing his whole body to sink into the soft ground. Had he been lying on concrete, the blow may have snapped his spine. He heaved in pain as white spots danced across his vision. Mother Bomb was smiling down at him between her large breasts. She licked her puffy pink lips and started to move down his muscular body. "Are you ready to see just how superior I am?" she asked, before positioning her curvy hips above his erect cock. She tweaked her tiny thong aside and uncovered her dripping cougar-mouth. She pussy-kissed the thick tip of Tommy's cock, teasing him for a moment before she plunged downward. She consumed his nine inches like they were nothing but a little snack, and her firm ass slammed hard against his already injured balls. Tommy couldn't help but whimper pathetically as Mother Bomb started to hump him, her powerful ball-busting hips slamming up and down on his raised crotch like a machine. Her big tits bounced like basketballs as she pulverized him, and her sharp nails dug into the muscles of his chest. "C'mon sweetie," Mother Bomb moaned. "C'mon bitch. Give me one good orgasm at least before I make you cry for mommy." Tommy was so ready to cum that he had to bite his tongue just to stop from screaming. He wasn't finished though. He wasn't going to let this fat bitch win. He reached up and grabbed her large nipples, twisting them with as much strength as he could muster. She didn't seem hurt though. In fact, she squealed in pleasure. "Oh, not bad! I love it when my victims play with my tits!" Tommy pulled down though, at the same time raising his head. CRACK! His forehead slammed into her face, almost breaking her perfect nose. She grunted in pain and fell backwards, and Tommy used the opportunity to reverse her hold on him. He pushed her onto her back and got between her legs, pulling her hips off of the ground. Now in the missionary position, he began to fuck her as fast as he could, brutally striking her insides in ways only a big cock like his could. He expected her to be screaming in erotic pain, or at least moan a little, but she was laughing. "Go ahead, baby," she invited him to fuck her. "I've been getting my brains fucked out by studs like you every week for almost thirty years. I use to let my school's basketball team run a train on me when I was eighteen. I'm use to it. Do you really think some hard cocking is going to make me submit?" "Bitch," he gasped. "You've never had one like mine." She snorted. "I've had dozens like yours. But go ahead, I'm going to enjoy this." Tommy kept fucking her like a machine, confident that at any moment her pussy would explode into a wet volcano and she'd be screaming her lungs out in submission, but that never happened. For over an hour they fucked like two gods locked in eternal combat. Every few minutes Tommy would change positions, trying to find something that would excite the bimbo in some way she had never been excited before, but such a way did not exist. Her pussy was so wet and loose that Tommy felt smaller than he actually was, as if her were fucking a normal girl with a little four-inch cock. Tommy got violent as well, slapping her around and twisting her nipples, but he was not her first stud and this was not her first rodeo. She loved every minute of it, and was not overwhelmed by any of it. Tommy grabbed her by the hair and slung her across the table Ciara and Rodrigo were drinking at, knocking there drinks to the ground. Ciara looked upset as her Bloody Mary stained her perfect white clothes, but Rodrigo drooled in homosexual glee as he watched Tommy's perfect ass pump the experienced cougar's pussy. Tommy became dazed and exhausted as they fucked, moving from corner to corner around the backyard, dripping pussy-juice and sweat on every surface accessible, and he lost track of time. The sun was much lower than it had been when they started, but Mother Bomb was showing no signs of slowing down. She could clearly fuck for days. The only thing that shook them from their sex-daze was the sound of a car pulling into the drive-way. "Oh no!" Mother Bomb cried. "Stephanie! She's home from her ballet lesson! I . . . I didn't think you would last this long!" Well he had, but Tommy knew he didn't have much more left in him. He was ten, maybe fifteen minutes away from giving up. His balls were so swollen that they felt ready to explode, and his boner was so stiff that he thought it had transformed into an actual bone. Sweat dripped from his body as freely as cum dripped from her insatiable pussy. He was going to lose . . . if he played fair. SMACK! He delivered a hard slap across Mother Bomb's face, stunning her momentarily. He then lifted her up and carried her over to a shaded veranda that was covered in ivy and plants. He propped her body against one of the wooden pillars, and using her pink thong he tied her hands around the back of the pillar. Then, he ran over to Rodrigo. "Give me your belt!" Tommy commanded the gay manager. "My belt? Why?" Tommy didn't wait for a 'yes.' He reached down and tore the expensive leather belt from around Rodrigo's waist, noticing a sizable erection in the Spaniard's pants. Tommy took the belt down to the bound milf and used it to reinforced her bindings to the wooden pillar, leaving her tied up to the veranda. Mother Bomb was gasping in dazed panic. "My . . . my daughter. You can't let her-" SMACK! Tommy slapped her across the face again. The, totally naked and dripping with sweat, he marched into the house. The front door was open and Mother Bomb's sexy daughter was already taking her shoes off, balancing on one foot as her little plaid skirt hiked up over her adorable, teenage posterior. Stephanie had big blue eyes and flawless peachy skin, and even without make-up her lips were pink and glistening. Stephanie saw Tommy standing there, naked and beaming with sexual heat, his lithe muscles twitching impatiently, his cock dripping wet. "What . . . who are . . . MOM!" "Shut up bitch," Tommy said, grabbing Stephanie by her blonde hair. "Mommy isn't coming." He pulled her by the hair into the backyard, even as she pathetically tried to resist his superior strength. She squealed and kicked, but he pulled her along as easily as a kitten on a leash. The moment they exited the house, Stephanie saw her mother naked and bound to the wooden support beam of the veranda, and they both started to cry. "Mom, what the fuck is going on? Who is this guy?" Stephanie squeaked in pain as Tommy threw her to her ground, right in front of her helpless, over-fucked mother. "Tommy, what are you doing!" Caira screamed. For the first time since he met her, Ciara actually seemed surprised. The look on her mocha-skinned face as her large breasts swelled in shock was absolutely priceless to him. "I'm just following the rules," Tommy said. "I win if I can get Mother Bomb to admit I'm her superior. That's it. You never said anything about who I demonstrate my superiority on." Ciara bit down on her lip as she and Rodrigo exchanged worried, unsure glances at one another. They were both obviously aroused. He was pitching a tent while Ciara's white sweater was dented by two very erect nipples. Rodrigo shrugged. "Well . . . I guess he has a point." That was all Tommy needed to here. He kicked Stephanie in the side, forcing her ass to rise up. With one hand he pulled her skirt up so far it became a belt, while his other hand tugged her white panties down to her knees. He gripped the firm cheeks of her ass and split them open so far she squealed. Her little pussy was pink, perfect, tight, and totally fresh. This was the kind if pussy a cock like his would rip apart. He sucked up a huge wad of saliva, and then spat it right onto her little pink pouch. With a rough thumb he started to work the lube into her tight folds. "Stop!" Mother Bomb cried. "Stop it! This . . . this is going way too far!" "This is a fucking sex-fight, you dumb whore," Tommy said. "This is the way it's supposed to be." Stephanie began to whimper as she felt the incredibly large head of his weapon lining up to the defenseless valley of her thighs. "Mommy . . . please . . . don't let him fuck me. I've . . . I've never been with-" SMACK! Tommy slapped Stephanie's tight ass, leaving a red handprint on it. "Admit I'm superior to you!" he demanded Beverly. "Admit it!" Mother Bomb shivered as she bit her tongue. She had never been so humiliated in her whole life, so completely dominated. Nothing that Tommy could do to her body really mattered, because she had already debased herself a million different ways while she was in her wild twenties, but Stephanie had grown up so pure, so sheltered. Tommy wasn't just going to take her daughter's virginity, he was going to destroy her. Stephanie would be turned into a slut, just like her mother had once been. "Okay," Mother Bomb whispered. "What? What was that?" Tommy asked, giving Stephanie's cute bottom another little spank. His cock looked like a monster wedged between the teenager's ass-crack. "You . . . you're superior." "I can't hear you." Tommy smacked Stephanie's butt again. "You're superior." SMACK! "Louder!" "You're superior! YOU ARE SUPERIOR! You win, Tommy, you win! Please . . . I give up." Tommy smiled. He looked over his shoulder to see what Ciara and Rodrigo thought. The gay Spaniard shrugged his shoulders as if to say "I guess that counts." Tommy leaned back and pushed Stephanie forward a little bit, pushing the head of his cock up against her virgin cherry. "Wait!" Mother Bomb yelled. "What are you doing! I submitted." "Yeah . . . so?" Tommy asked. "I never said I wasn't going to break this bitch in." He grabbed a handful of Stephanie's blonde hair and pulled her back, at the same time thrusting his battering-ram forward with the experience of a dozen broken cherries having been busted before this one. "Mommy . . . AAAAAA!" All nine inches of Tommy's virgin-breaker slammed home, burring his cock to the hilt in one ball-slapping thrust, and shattering her cherry like a ladybug being run over by a semi-truck. His spit wasn't the only lube helping him out either. Stephanie was wet, dripping actually. She had been ever since he had started spanking her. It seemed that Stephanie was a natural submissive, as the dominant stud was showing her quite explicitly. He fucked her fast and hard, with complete disregard to the notion that a man needed to go easy on a girl during her first time. "Sorry Stephanie," he thought to himself without saying aloud. "But I'm going to destroy you." And he did, fucking her so hard that he was actually pushing he along the ground, her knees leaving muddy tracks in the grass. His hips smacked against her nubile ass so loudly that a POP! POP! POP! POP! filled the backyard, almost as loud as Stephanie's girly whimpering. But as the fucking got harder, and faster, Stephanie only got wetter, and hornier. Soon her tongue was wiggling out her mouth and her blue eyes went blank. She started to moan approvingly as new parts of her brain activated, quenching her body with endorphins like she had never felt before. She started to cum, and when she did it was very obvious. Her orgasm was so wet it looked like she was pissing herself, and a puddle of cum soon formed beneath the rutting teenagers. "Fuck . . . finally," Tommy groaned. After over two hours of delayed climax, he allowed himself to bust in the newly christened slut. His balls almost popped as he flooded Stephanie's pink pouch with thick, hot cum, blasting her inside with super-soaker strength. The feeling of the cum filling her insides was what finished her, and Stephanie groaned animalistic before passing out. Tommy was still cumming as he withdrew his erect cock from her ruined hole, dislodging it with a loud, wet slurping sound. Another rope of cum fired off across her back, staining her expensive blouse. Tommy stood and moved closer to Mother Bomb's crying face, jacking the rest of his load across her eyes and open mouth. "How does it taste, you bitch?" Tommy asked, smearing his cum into her face with the head of his penis. "Does it taste . . . superior." ##### "Are you mad," Tommy asked Ciara as they drove back to the Tower District. He was clothed again and freshly showered. He had used the Bexley's bathroom to clean up, and he had taken Stephanie up with him to help. She did her best cleaning off his cock with her tongue, but a proper blowjob isn't something that can be taught in a half-hour. Still, he did blast one more load down her throat before leaving her naked, tired, and begging for more. No one bothered to untie Mother Bomb from the wooden pillar. Rodrigo didn't have time for losers, and Ciara simply left for the limo while Tommy was mouth-fucking Stephanie upstairs. "No, of course not," Ciara answered. She was absently stroking her crotch over the material of her tight, white shorts. A wet spot was slowly forming between her legs. "You won. That's all that matters. Although . . .," "What?" ". . . you didn't exactly defeat Mother Bomb. You were clever and resourceful, and you exploited the situation to win, which I do admire, but you got lucky. Luck can't be controlled Tommy, and I don't like things I can't control." Tommy shrugged. "I think you and are total opposites when it comes to that. I hate control. It's boring when everything is planned out and by the numbers, and all the rules are decided on before the game even begins. A game of chance with open rules and room to cheat is the only fair kind. The world needs a little chaos." Ciara suppressed moan as a small orgasm rippled through her. She hadn't wanted to cum yet, but she had been carless and lost control of the pressure her fingers were applying. "I think I'm beginning to really understand you Tommy," she leaned over and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. They finally drove up to Ciara's skyscraper, and Fook Yu brought the car to a stop in front of the building's main entrance. "Rest up tonight, stud. Your next match is going to be later in the night, about 9pm. And you may want to talk to that little slut Bunny for some advice about your next opponent." "Bunny?" Tommy asked. Bunny, the cute little blonde who had introduced him to the world of sex-fighting just as she was being kicked out of it. She was living at his house now, as his mother's willing lesbian sex-slave. Ciara nodded. "Tomorrow night I am putting you up against another up-and-comer. Her name is Sandi Spitfire, and she has a very special talent." ##### Tommy decided to take the rest of the day to recover from his fight with Mother Bomb. He wasn't injured really, but the hours of marathon sex he had engaged in left his balls swollen and sore. He sat on the couch in his new living room, totally naked, with a bag of ice on top of his sizzling hot genitals. It was getting late, and he still needed to talk to Bunny about his next opponent. Picking up the phone, he dialed the number for his mother's house. Ring, ring! Ring, ring! "Hello," a cute little voice answered. A Bunny picked up the phone a holographic display illuminated Tommy's living room, which was consumed by a massive pair of breasts, but as the giant tits pulled back he saw that they were actually only slightly larger than normal. Bunny had just been leaning over the camera. Secret Sex-Fight Society Ch. 03 "Bunny?" Tommy asked, " . . . what are you wearing." The cute little blonde had a ball-gag hanging around her neck like a necklace, and her plump young breasts were being pushed up by a tight leather bustier. "Your mom and I are having our BDSM night," Bunny answered casually, just as if she were talking about what was for dinner. "She's picking out which strap-on she's going to use on me, so we only have about a minute before I'll be unable to talk. What's up?" "Ciara is having me go up against a sex-fighter named Sandi Spitfire tomorrow. You know her, right?" "Spitfire!" Bunny almost yelped. "Yeah. She's one of my three consecutive losses. It's partly that bitch's fault I'm not in the Society anymore. Not that I'm really angry. I like living with your mom." "Yeah, well, Ciara said that Spitfire has some sort of special talent I'm supposed to ask you." Bunny snorted. "Yeah, figures that old bitch wouldn't just tell you herself. Spitfire isn't like a normal fighter. She isn't even a normal human being. Her manager paid out crazy amounts of money to get her genetically modified." "No way! She's spliced?" Tommy asked. He had heard of this kind of thing, ways of giving people strange powers like being able to see in the dark or telekinesis. The procedures were dangerous and cost millions of dollars. "Yep. She can spit fire. Literally." "What do you mean?" "I mean, she actually breathes fire. Like a dragon. That's how she beat me. One puff of fire and I was so scared that I just begged her to beat me up instead of set me on fire. Ciara kept saying that her healing-chambers could grow my skin back, but fuck that." Tommy swallowed. That was insane. He didn't want to get burnt to a crisp either. "Good luck," Bunny said, as the busty shape of Tommy's mother entered the screen. Linda was covered in leather straps and little metal spikes, and from her waist emerged a big, black strap-on dildo. "Gotta go!" Bunny said happily, and she turned the display off, leaving Tommy alone in the dark. "Sandi Spitfire actually spits fire, huh," he thought. "I wonder if she can do that with a big cock in her mouth?" ##### The next night Ciara and Fook Yu drove Tommy to one of the worst parts of town, an abandoned industrial area filled with squatters, drug-addicts, and violent gangs. This cozy little shithole had become affectionately known as 'The Rectum,' and it couldn't have been more different from Cougarton at all, except in the regard that Tommy had found some good pussy here to. The limo pulled into a dirty, empty alleyway that had two fire-escapes hanging on the brick walls to either side. The opposing manager was already there, a bald-headed man wearing a slick black suit and an expensive pair of sunglasses. Ciara went out to meet him, and Tommy noticed that she had dressed differently again. Instead of the pencil-suits or her tight white sweaters, she now wore a tight leather jacket and an even tighter leather skirt. Tommy figured she dressed for the environment she was visiting. Her clothing made that sexy rubbing sound of flesh against leather as she strutted over to the other manager. "Ciara Chocolate," the bald-men nodded. Tommy noticed that he had a number of scars on his face. "Victor Zevro," Ciara nodded. Unlike her match against Rodrigo, Ciara and Victor did not seem to like each other at all. Tommy could only guess at how much history and drama went on between the millionaires and billionaires of the society. "This must be the Tommy Gunn kid, eh," Victor acknowledge the 19 year old bully. "I watched your match against the fat rich bitch yesterday. Hot stuff kid, hot stuff. I especially like the way you popped that little slut right in front of her mom. Cold. Dirty. Just my style. You should dump this half-n-half bitch and join my roster. I'd get you what you need." Ciara sneered. "Propositioning another manager's fighter? Shit, Victor. This is why no one in the Society like you." He laughed. "Who cares about being liked? This game is all about being brutal, winning, getting paid, and getting fucked. This kid knows what I'm talking about, right Tommy?" Tommy didn't really respond, he didn't want to piss off Ciara, but he did agree somewhat. He joined the Society for the money, the thrills, the pussy (not that he wasn't getting plenty of that anyway) but he wanted to be liked. He had spent hours this morning reading through all the comments and reviews of his fight with Mother Bomb. The audience was 50/50 with him so far, half falling in love with him after her raped Stephanie, and the other half wishing his nuts would be eaten by wild dogs. In either case, they were shelling out big bucks just to watch him. Victor Zevro snapped his fingers. "Alright. Let's get started. Sandi! Get your hot ass out here." One of the doors to the building was violently kicked open, and out stepped a rocker-punk chick that was so fucking sexy Tommy almost moaned aloud. Sandi Spitfire strutted out wearing heavy combat boots, tight-ass leather pants, leather gloves, spiked choker, and nothing else. She was totally topless. The only thing covering her big, fake tits were nipple piercings and tattoos of fiery dragons. She was running a long pierced tongue over her puffy pierced lips, and every time she exhaled there was a gust of hot air. Tommy could feel the air temperature go up a few degrees just from the heat of her body. Even her short red hair had been spiked and colored to look like flames. "So," she said to Tommy in a sexy, raspy voice. "You like raping little girls, huh?" She pointed down to her leather-covered crotch. "This . . . this hot pussy . . . this is going to rape you." She then looked up, opened her mouth, screamed, and shot out a pillar of flames so hot that Tommy had to close his eyes. The fire made a high-pitched screeching sound as it erupted from her throat. EEEEEEEAAAAGGHHH!!! "Holy shit!" Tommy turned to Ciara. "You can't actually expect me to fight this bitch." She shrugged, causing her large breasts to swell in her tight jacket. "There are a lot of people paying lots of money to see you lose Tommy." "Wait! You're betting against me!" "I'm making money, Tommy. That's what I do. If you win, I profit off the reward money. If you lose, I profit off of the wager I took against you. Either way, I profit. Now, Victor and I have already agreed that because Sandi has her special powers, you get to use a weapon. I have a large selection in the car." Fook Yu popped the trunk of the limo revealing an arsenal of illegal weapons, some of which Tommy had never even seen before. There was everything from cheap brass-knuckles to laser-swords that could cut a person into confetti. But one thing stood out to Tommy, and he knew he wanted it. He picked out a big, thick, twelve-inch purple dildo. Sandi started laughing. "Let me guess, you're afraid to fuck me yourself, so you're going to use the dildo instead. Ha! Fine. I'd rather let a dog fuck my hot cunt than your nasty dick." "The dildo isn't going to be for your cunt, bitch," Tommy said, taking his starting stance. Ciara spoke. "Victory conditions are knockouts only. No tapping out, so surrender. Lethal force is allowed, although not encouraged. If you do kill your opponent you sacrifice your share of the reward." Sandi whispered, "Some things are more important than money." "You may use the environment of this alley . . . and ONLY this alley in any way you wish. You may NOT involve any other fighters or civilians in any way." Ciara added that last part for Tommy's sake. Ciara lifted the canister of microscopic camera-bots again, releasing them into the air. They'd make a 3D rendering of every moment of the fight, so that members of the Society could view the sex-battle from every angle possible. When she was done she lowered the canister. "FIGHT!" Ciara and Victor said in unison. Tommy was ready this time, so as Sandi started to inhale deeply he knew to move. She screamed, and a jet of fire incinerated the asphalt he had just been standing on, but Tommy was gone. There wasn't much room in the alley, so he ran up the side of the wall like an expert free-runner, quickly gaining altitude on Sandi. Her scream ended when she ran out of air. Tommy flew down at her with a flying-punch, but she quickly dodged it, spinning on her heel. Tommy heaved in pain as her heavy booted foot spun into his gut, launching him against the brick wall which actually cracked from the impact. Sandi was inhaling again. She screamed, and she blasted a hole right through the brick wall were Tommy's head had been one second before. That blast had been so close that some of his hairs were singed, but he fell down and delivered a sweep-kick to Sandi's feet, causing her to fall to the ground. She gasped in surprise right before her brought the heel of his foot down into her gut. THUD! She heaved in pain, but no fire came out. That had been Tommy's theory. Sandi had to take deep breathes to use her power. No big breathes meant not fire. He had to keep her winded. Her leather-incased legs came up and wrapped around his knee, pulling him down. Next thing he knew they were rolling around on the floor, locked in a wrestling hold. That was fine with Tommy. She was too close to use her fire-blasts that way. But then . . . "Ouch!" Tommy whined. She was kissing his neck. Her lips were so hot that it felt like he was being branded. She was burning him slowly. "Mmmm . . . I'm going to suck your cock like this," she whispered. "And it's going to roast like a sausage." Tommy's strength surged as he panicked. He got an arm free and he sunk his elbow into her gut, causing her to cough in pain. He got to his feet, but he left himself open. Sandi flipped up with an acrobatic back-flip, kicking out with her boots at the same time. Both of her feet caught Tommy under the chin and he went flying. He got up just in time to see Sandi's perfect ass spinning around as she launched a master spin-kick to his face, knocking his head into the opposite brick wall so hard that it also cracked. She pulled back her foot, shifted, and then launched it into his gut, pinning his back against the wall. She did the same thing again, this time her heel slamming into his crotch. "FUCK!" He screamed from the pain. His head, his back, his balls. She had delivered three brutal shots to his body in less than three seconds. This wasn't some sloppy fuck-fight, this was real martial arts. She spun again, and her heel hit the side of his head so hard that he could feel time slowing down. His body skidded to the ground, every second lasting almost a minute in his pain-addled mind. She grabbed him by his hair, pulled him up, and started running. BONG! She slammed his head into one of the metal poles holding up the fire-escape. His body landed so hard that the pole was dislodged and the fire-escape shook. He stood there in a complete daze, the alley spinning around and around, and he was sure he was about to fall down. Before he could though, Spitfire was on him again. She crept down in front of him, putting her hands on the ground. And then, as if she were going to do a handstand, she launched her foot up into his face like a rocket, her entire body pushing behind it. Tommy left the ground and sailed through the air, landing into a pile of old trash cans. "Get the fuck up, bitch," Spitfire commanded him, her naked breasts heaving as she breathed heavily. She was glowing with righteous furry, making her dragon tattoos almost seem alive. "Get up, your rapist piece of shit. I want you on your feet when I kill you. I want you to see this fireball hit you in the face. GET UP!" Tommy struggled to his feet. His back was to the dead-end of the alley. Between the buildings and the trash cans there was no room to dodge, and he was too groggy to even try. He stared at Spitfire's tattooed breasts as she inhaled deeply. She was building up for a real big one this time. She was going to vaporize him. He saw the dildo. His weapon. He had dropped it in the street. It was laying on the ground right in front of her. He knew what he had to do. He pushed himself, rolled, and came to Sandi Spitfire's feet. He grabbed the dildo, stood, and rammed it down her open mouth. "UMPH!" she gagged as all twelve inches of purple rubber cock slid down her hot throat, filling her esophagus completely. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't move, and she couldn't do anything to get the sex-toy dislodged from her gullet. But the fireball was already made, it had been building up in her mutated stomach this whole time. It was getting hot. Really hot. Her face started to turn red. Tommy dove for cover. KABOOOOOOOMMMMM!!! ##### When the smoke cleared Tommy saw that the alley had been blown apart. Either wall had big, flaming holes in them, each large enough to drive a van through. The ground was a bombed out crater. He had expected to find Sandi as a burnt headless corpse, but amazingly she was still alive, although all of her clothes had been burned away. She was laying naked in a pile of rubble, literally steaming as she moaned in pain. "She's immune to fire and heat," Victor told Tommy. He was working his way through the rubble, his expensive suit covered in ash. "But the concussive force of the explosion must have hit her head like a speeding train. She's lucky to be alive." Victor seemed upset about having lost, but there was a professional resignation to him that Tommy hadn't expected. "Come on Tommmy," Caira called to him. She was already in the backseat of the limo, which had been slightly damaged from the explosion. "You won." "But . . . aren't I supposed to rape her or something?" Tommy asked. This was his first sex-fight without having any sex involved. Ciara shrugged. "You can if you want, but I'm leaving. You'll have to find your own way back to the tower." Tommy considered it, but he had gotten laid enough recently. Besides, raping Sandi would just play into her idea of him, and make him seem like a complete asshole. Not that he wasn't a complete asshole, but he realized he needed to brand himself as likeable to keep a dedicated fan base. Tommy wasn't sure if he wanted to be a face or a heel (to use wrestling terms). He still spat on her face as he walked by though. "My offer still stands," Victor said. "My doors are always open." "I'm going to take my chances with that half-n-half bitch," Tommy answered. ##### Tommy got to have a day off before his next match, and he decided to spend it exploring the facilities of Chocolate Tower, as he came to understand it was called. Officially it was the headquarters of Chocolate Industries, Ciara's multinational corporation, but it also served as the home to her personal stable of sex-fighters, high-end prostitutes, mercenaries and other unusual employees. And it seemed that being a sex-fighter made him a sort of VIP at an exclusive spa, considering the number of free services that were available. Besides the gym there were nutritionists, martial arts instructors, a huge fucking pool, masseuses, and access to Ciara's world class selection of very expensive sex workers, which Tommy could get a decent discount on. Tommy wasn't surprised to find that the pool was clothing optional, half of it being indoor, and the other half extending out of the building on a massive balcony over a hundred stories up. Everywhere sexy athletes were swimming, diving, sun bathing, and fucking. A large television screen by a cocktail bar was displaying a sex-fight going on at that exact moment. A pretty little girl with long black hair was being painfully stretched over the knee of a much larger, more muscular woman. The caption read "Hammer Bitch vs. Blackbird." It was pretty obvious to Tommy which was which, and which of them was about to get raped. The bookies knew it to. Numbers scrawling along the bottom of the screen showed the odds that people were betting on. "I saw your match with Sandi Spitfire. Pretty smart what you did. I guess you're more than just a pretty face with a giant cock." Tommy turned to see a pretty blonde head bobbing in the pool nearby. It was the babe from the other day, Miss Cupid, the one he had seen getting her bouncy tits fucked off by the blue-haired stud Poseidon. She grabbed onto a handrail and pulled her long, slender, big-breasted body out of the pool. Water cascaded down her naked form, making her seem like some sort of glistening water nymph. Tommy wasn't naked, but his tiny speedo wasn't going to do much to hide the erection Miss Cupid was giving him. "A lot of people are pretty pissed about that. Odds were in favor of Sandi 5 to 1. You know she'd been undefeated for 12 matches." Tommy smirked, licking his lips at the sight of her erect, pink nipples. "Yeah, well I'm completely undefeated. Mother Bomb and Spitfire might have been my first two real matches, but I owned three bitches before them. And as for the bookies, well, that's what they get for betting against Tommy Gunn." Miss cupid laughed in a slightly raspy voice. "My, aren't we cocky?" He grabbed her hand and held it against his stiffening crotch. "You want to find out just how cocky I am?" Her big blue eyes widened as her jaw dropped in a big, sexy smile. ##### "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck yes!" Miss Cupid squeaked as Tommy owned her wet, tight pussy. They were in the showers, and he had her bent over with one foot lifted up and resting against a bench. His hands were on her hips, slamming her back and forth almost like he was trying to hurt himself, but he knew his stiff nine could handle a hard fuck like this. "Oh shit! I'm going to cum again! Fucking . . . GOD!" Miss Cupid praised, shivering in climax. Tommy didn't let up though. He wasn't even close to cumming yet, and he honestly didn't care what the bitch was feeling. He grabbed her by her long, straight blonde hair and pulled back, making her grunt in pain. He slapped her ass, enjoying the way her firm cheeks took the hit. Another ten minutes of cock-slamming later and Tommy was ready to cum for the first time, after the extremely sensitive Miss Cupid was still recovering from her forth orgasm. "I'm going to nut," he told her straight up. "Do you care if I drop it in your pussy?" "No . . . anywhere you want . . . you deserve it." "Fucking . . . good . . . TAKE IT!" He grabbed her around the neck and choked her slightly as he slammed in for one hard, orgasmic thrust. He came inside her, busting his seed deep within her, making them both shiver from the sheer ecstasy of relief. When he let go of her she slipped to the floor, her knees wobbling too much to keep her standing, and he shot the rest of his load onto her back, enjoying the way his cum pooled over her tramp stamp. It was a fairly provocative tattoo, the way the bow and arrow pointed straight down to her ass. Tommy stood there panting for a few moments before reaching down and grabbing Miss Cupid by her hair. He tugged her to her knees and brought her face up to his messy cock, pushing the cum covered head against her cheek. "Clean up your mess, slut," Tommy commanded, and she obeyed. Cupid was all too happy to start sucking their shared cum off of the muscle which had worked so much pleasure from her. Tommy was considering fucking her throat for another orgasm, but he was interrupted by the sound of applause. Clap. Clap. Clap. Tommy looked up to see he wasn't alone in the showers. The blue-haired stud who had been fucking Miss Cupid was there, wearing nothing by an unbuttoned silk shirt and some necklaces. His hairless sex-club swung between his slim, athletic legs. Even soft he was huge. Tommy noticed a tattoo right above Poseidon's crotch that he hadn't noticed before. It was a trident. Secret Sex-Fight Society Ch. 03 Tommy smiled, grabbing the back of Miss Cupid's head and pushing himself a little deeper down her throat. She whined a little, but took it like a champion cocksucker. "Liked watching me fuck your bitch, faggot?" The bisexual stud only laughed. "I did. It really made me jealous." "Well, anytime you want to watch me bang the shit out of this slut, I'm down. Just keep your hands to yourself." "It's not my hands I'm interested in right now. Miss Cupid, how was Tommy Gunn? How was he really? What does he feel like?" Miss Cupid was busy running her hands all over Tommy's shredded waist, tracing the deep curves of his abdominals with her finger-tips. Her head popped off of his cock as she licked down the last of his cum. "He's penis is as hard as is humanly possible, and his core muscles are incredibly strong. From the taste of his cum it seems he's in great nutritionally health, although he overdoes the protein a bit. His stamina is . . . well . . . it's fucking amazing, but his flexibility leaves something to be desired, and from the structure of his muscles I'd say he hasn't had any formal training in martial arts, but from his scars I'd say he's been in a few street brawls. I'd say his major strengths are his natural ability and intense sexual drive. His major weakness I'd say is his high blood pressure. This boy could overheat easily, and against a more sexually experienced opponent he could be fucked into submission." SLAP! Tommy brought the back of his hand across Miss Cupid's lovely face, slapping his cum out of her mouth, and knocking her across the wet floor. "Bitch! You were . . . you were studying me?" "Of course," Poseidon said, helping his sexy secret agent to her feet. She looked real pissed at Tommy for slapping her. "Miss Cupid, or Caroline Heart as she's really called, is a very accomplished physical therapist. Her special ability is to read a person's strengths and weaknesses simply by feeling them, especially through sexual contact." "So, you're sizing up the competition then?" "That's right," the blue-haired demigod said, stroking his fat, strong dick as he looked Tommy over. "I'm going to be your opponent tomorrow." ##### "But you're managing both of us," Tommy complained to Ciara. "I mean, what's the point? Who are you competing against?" Ciara was lying naked on a massage table as two strong black men worked her over, one strong hand paying special attention to her coco cunt which was leaking so much there was a puddle. "Mmmm, not every match is a competition between managers," she told him. "Sometimes I'll set up matches between my own fighters just for the showing and gambling revenues. Besides, it's a good way of establishing a pecking order around here. I don't want you little people thinking that you're all equals. You may have already guessed that Poseidon is pretty near the top. There aren't many people in this building he hasn't fucked at least once, female or male." "That's just it . . . he's a dude! I'm a dude! That's gay!" Ciara rolled her eyes. "And what do you call it when a girl fucks another girl?" " . . . hot?" "No, retard. That's gay also. Just because you don't find man-on-man sex to be arousing doesn't mean that rest of the world doesn't. Did you really think you were just going to keep beating up girls and fucking them afterwards? Sorry, but there are a lot of male sex-fighters too, and they are ready to tear that tight ass of yours up." The image of Poseidon big cock came into Tommy's mind. He was big, thick, and easily as long as Tommy was. "But I don't want to get fucked up the ass." Ciara smiled. "Well . . . don't lose." ##### That night Tommy poured through every video, review, and article he could find of Poseidon's sex-fighting career, and he was made very insecure by what he saw, and not only because the sight of Poseidon's naked, perfect body dominating so many competitors gave Tommy a raging hard-on. Poseidon may have had a cute-boy face and a feminine voice, but in the ring he was a beast. None of his matches ended quickly, because he toyed with his opponents first, humiliating them for almost an hour in some cases before destroying them with a brutal, effortless combo, and then destroying them again with his big, fat cock. And since Poseidon was very, very bisexual Tommy had to watch him tear up male-ass just as often as he murdered pussy. Tommy wasn't confident in his chances tomorrow. He had still only faced five sex-fighters in his life (Araña, Elizabeth Strokesworth, Fook Yu, Mother Bomb, and Sandi Spitfire), each of whom had also been dominated by Poseidon in previous matches, except for Mother Bomb who had been in retirement. And whereas Tommy had struggled against each of those feisty bitches, Poseidon conquered each of them with little trouble, other than Araña who had put up a good fight. Tommy couldn't help but notice that their match must have been a while ago, as Araña still had both of her eyes. She had gotten skull-fucked by a violent sex-fighter named Mandingo, who was the most feared and hated member of the Society by far. And now Poseidon knew intimate things about Tommy's physical condition thanks to that treacherous whore, Miss Cupid. Fucking slut. Even after reading every review and article about the demigod's fighting style, history, and matches, Tommy was still feeling uneasy, so he called his mother's house again. "Hey Tommy," Bunny answered. As the holo-screen lit up his room he saw that Bunny was wearing a pornographically skimpy school-girl outfit, and was even sporting a big teddy-bear backpack. Tommy thought the busty little blonde was that so cute he kept stroking his cock, knowing full well that she could see him doing so. "Cute outfit. You make a great slutty school-girl." Bunny giggled. "Thanks. Your mom and I are role-playing tonight, but she's having trouble deciding if she wants to be a nun or a teacher, so she's trying on both outfits in the bathroom. What's up with you, stud? I saw you kicked Spitfire's ass." "Yeah, she wasn't such hot shit after all. But I'm worried about this other guy. Calls himself Poseidon." Bunny actually moaned when she heard the name, her cute face blushing with erotic heat. "Poseidon? Really? Lucky you. That boy is fucking gorgeous. Shit, I wouldn't have minded getting kicked out of the Society if I has lost to him." "Yeah, great, except I'm not gay." "How can you not be looking at him? I mean . . . shit . . . he's so . . . like . . . I mean, I'm wet just thinking about him." Tommy was starting to get pissed off. He wished there was a way he could reach through the holographic screen and slap her across the face. "Look, you helped me out with Spitfire, isn't there something about Poseidon you know, like a weakness or something." Bunny was actually fingering herself as she thought about the blue-haired demigod. "Sorry Tommy. He does lose sometimes, but generally only against the most elite fighters, and even then I've never known him to go down easily. My only advice: lube up your asshole BEFORE the match, because Poseidon is BIG, and he fucks HARD." ##### For the first time Tommy was having a match inside an actual ring, like the kind professional wrestlers used, and this time he had an audience. Dozens of the tower's tenants had showed up to watch the fight, all in various states of undress and arousal. Only half of them were sex-fighters though, and Tommy recognized most of them from his research. There was Spiral, a female acrobat Ciara had recruited two years ago, Queen Kali, a dark skinned Indian woman who wore nothing but jewelry, Pharaoh, a huge black man from East Africa with a cock like an elephant's trunk, and many others. Ciara was there as well, standing in the center of the ring in a skin-tight pencil-suit that looked like it had been painted on to her curvy hourglass body. She was holding a microphone. "Listen up, shitheads," she began in a domineering, not-amused voice. "As you already know, if you haven't been too busy fucking each other senseless, I have recruited a new fighter. His name is Tommy Gunn." Some people in the crowd jeered, others cheered, and one woman moaned orgasmicly. It seemed he had as mixed a reputation with the other fighters as he did with the fans. "Tommy has been doing very well so far. He's already won enough matches to qualify for my roster, so tonight's match is only for ceremony . . . and a decent profit in viewership. So, without any more wasted time, I present to you Tommy Gunn," she waved to Tommy who was dressed in nothing more than a tight black speedo and hand-wraps, "and his opponent, Poseidon." That's when the blue-haired Adonis came into the ring, wearing absolutely nothing but a smile and a stiff cock. Everyone cheered for Poseidon, especially the women, and even Ciara looked down upon her lowly peasant with a slight smile of approval. She held up the microphone to her succulent lips and excited the ring. "Alright idiots, I've got some real work to do, so have fun watching these two muscle-heads beat the shit out of each other. The winner is the fighter who forces his opponent to submit, by any means necessary. After that, the winner owns the loser for the rest of the night. So, start making me some money. FIGHT!" Tommy instantly took a defensive stance, but Poseidon didn't attack right away. The handsome cad just stood there for a moment, stroking his big cock and enjoying the sight of his soon to be ravished opponent. There wasn't much in the world that Poseidon enjoyed more than breaking in the ass of a cute straight boy. Tommy got ready to punch, but as soon as he leaned back Poseidon vanished, like as if he simply disappeared. Suddenly Poseidon was behind Tommy, his strong hands wrapping tightly around Tommy's ripped waist. SLAM! Poisdeon flipped Tommy over his back in a brutal German-suplex. Tommy landed on his shoulders and bounced back up, coming to his feet a moment later. THUD! The moment Tommy was standing Poseidon's foot launched into his strong gut. Most strikes to Tommy's abdominals would barely be felt. Punching or kicking his six-pack was normally like hitting a brick-wall, but the demigod's foot sunk it like a sledgehammer to a hunk of clay. Tommy's back struck the ring's turnbuckle, and he found himself pinned. Then he noticed that Poseidon's perfect body was spinning into the air, launching his other foot upward into Mr. Gunn's unprotected face. CRACK! Tommy's head snapped to the side as his opponent's spinning foot struck him right on the chin, and from that point on the once undefeated stud became a human punching-bag. Poseidon kept Tommy propped up on the turnbuckle so he couldn't slip away, all the while the blue-haired virgin-slayer pulverized every inch of Tommy's body with perfectly placed punches and kicks. To Tommy this torture seemed to last for hours, days, MONTHS, but in real time it was less than a minute. Drool oozed from Tommy' swollen lip as he struggled to breathe through the pain in his stomach and testicles. Through tear-filed eyes he saw that Poseidon was climbing up on the ropes, his big, fat cock slapping Tommy in the face. "Jesus," Tommy thought, "his cock weighs a fucking ton." Poseidon held Tommy by the hair as he mounted the turnbuckle, standing over his opponent like a sexual god over a defeated mortal rebel. The crowed (mostly the women) were chanting something. "Trident Slam! Trident Slam! Trident Slam!" Tommy knew what they were chanting for. It was one of Poseidon's signature moves, a devastating aerial finisher that started at the turnbuckle and ended with a spine-shattering slam. Tommy almost cried when he realized what was about to happen to him, but he was too sore and dizzy to even lift his arms. Poseidon's strong, confident hands gripped Tommy by the hair and cupped one of his bulging pectorals, and he lifted the dazed stud onto the top of the turnbuckle with him. Tommy could feel Poseidon's hardening penis against his back, and was surprised at how cold it was. Normally Tommy's penis got hot when it was erect, but Poseidon's whole body felt like he had just gotten out of the pool. "Buckle up, bitch," Poseidon whispered to Tommy, kissing him on the neck. And then Tommy felt himself flying through the air. He saw the mat a mile below him, and he saw the cheering audience spinning around the ring. The mat was getting closer, and Tommy realized that Poseidon was on top of him, riding him the whole way down. SLAM!!!!!!! Tommy landed on his face and stomach, which was painful enough without what followed a millisecond later. Posiedon came down head first, slamming Tommy right in the middle of his lower back. The demigod's fists came down too, one striking Tommy in the back of the head, the other smashing his testicles like a meteor from a vengeful god. Only someone in perfect physical condition could perform such a move without breaking his neck, but Poseidon had an extremely powerful neck, spending much of his workout making sure it could withstand thousands of pounds of impact. Tommy was near physical perfection, more thanks to genetics than effort, so his spine just barely managed to avoid snapping in half. Such damage would have been reparable by a healing-chamber and good doctor (being the year 2099 and all) but such an injury would have kept him bedridden for weeks. Tommy tried to move, tried to talk, but all he did was cough and vomit saliva onto the mat. He was finished. He lost. "Poseidon! Poseidon! Poseidon! Poseidon!" The women in the crowd erupting into orgasmic cheers as their favorite stud stood victorious over the cocky upstart, one foot planted on the humiliated asshole's sexy buttocks. Tommy felt more broken, more pain, and more humiliation than he ever had before in his life. But he knew that the worse was still to come. ##### Tommy felt Poseidon's hands on his waist, pulling his ass into the air. Then the demigod's thumbs hooked into his tight speedo, and began to slip the small covering down to his knees, and then off completely. Tommy was now naked and exposed, his puckered virgin backdoor completely undefendable. The first thing he felt was Poseidon's tongue against his rigid shaft, licking it up and down like a popsicle, before the bisexual beast moved on to kissing Tommy's swollen nutsack. Finally, his tongue slithered up to Tommy's anus, and playfully poked at the never before penetrated hole. "Wow," Poseidon laughed in his feminine voice. "I haven't felt an ass this tight in a long time. Popping your chocolate-cherry is going to be an absolute pleasure." The victor leaned back and yelled to the crowd. "Hey! This soon-to-be-faggot didn't lube up his asshole before fighting me! Didn't anybody warn him what was going to happen?" The audience cheered and laughed. "So what do you think! Should I have Miss Cupid lube up his ass before I wear his colon like a condom? Or should I just fuck this bitch like he deserves . . . raw?" "RAW! RAW RAW!" "Let's ask him!" Poisdon mounted Tommy's prone body, leaning in close so that his strong lips caressed Tommy's earlobe. "Do you hear that, sweetheart? Do you hear what they want? They want me to tear your ass up, and I mean really rip it to shreds, because that's what's going to happen if I fuck you raw. Tommy, please accept what is happening here. I have a huge fucking cock and you have an asshole like a Puritan schoolgirl, do the math. I'm not a sadist Tommy . . . I mean, not usually. I don't want to hurt you, but I do need to fuck you." Tommy tried to curse, but all that came out was jibberish. "Fuck . . . you . . . fucking-" "Tommy, baby, shut up and do yourself a favor. You need the lube, and I want to give it to you. But if I just give it to you it makes me look . . . I don't know . . . 'humane,' and the viewers don't really want that. They want to see domination. They want to watch the bitch beg. So, Tommy, cutie-pie, beg me for the lube." " . . . fuck . . . what?" "Beg. Beg me like the little bitch that you are. Beg me for the lube." As he said this Poseidon pressed his muscular swimmer's body against Tommy's back, and the defeated bully could literally feel the power and energy coursing through his conqueror's chest. Tommy's whole body burned as he tried to struggle, but he was close to the breaking point and Poseidon had barely begun a sweat. He had not been prepared for this fight at all, and now his ass was going to pay for it. Tommy could feel Poisedon's erect cock pressing against his naked body, as thick and long as a tube-steak. It couldn't have been any shorter than ten inches. Tommy started to cry when he realized it, but now had come the moment to beg. " . . . please." "Please? Please what?" Poseidon yelled, now talking to the audience again. " . . . please . . . give it to me." "Give what to you, you fucking cock-puppet? Give you my big, ass-breaking dick? Give you a fucking so hard you're going to need a wheelchair after? What?" " . . . lube." "What? What was that?" "Lube!" Tommy cried. "Give me lube before you fuck my ass!" Poseidon grabbed Tommy's hair and gave his head a small slam into the mat. "Fine. Let's give the bitch his lube. Miss Cupid, get your fucking sweet ass up here, please." "Coming, my god," Miss Cupid happily obeyed. Tommy watched as she came into the ring, her naked body glistening with a glossy sheen of oil. Her bronzed skin and blonde hair shone in the light like a literal angel having descended from a pornographic heaven. She was holding in her hands a large squeeze bottle filled with a clear gel." She took Poseidon's place behind Tommy and kneeled in front of his exposed ass. He could hear the sexy blonde squeezing copious amounts of the sexual lubricant into her hands and her god masturbated his impatient cock inches away from her face, keeping it hard and ready for the destruction to come. "You know," Miss Cupid said to Tommy, "I just think it's super awesome how you've finally realized what a little bitch you are. I mean, this moment, right now, on your knees, is going to be the greatest moment in your whole life, because this is the moment when you get fucked up the ass by the cock that you were born to serve." She slapped he hand into the crack of his ass, quickly working two of her long fingers into his tight opening. Large dollops of lube rolled down his ass and balls, the cold gel tickling his most sensitive areas as it dripped onto the floor. She raised the squirt bottle and unloaded another large amount directly onto his anus, scooping it in with her probing fingers. "Fuck," Miss Cupid said. "You are tight. I can't even remember being this tight. Poseidon's dick is just going to . . . I don't even know . . . fucking kill you." With that Miss Cupid gave him a humiliating slap and the ass, stood up, shared a long passionate kiss with her master, and then exited the ring. Then Tommy felt two strong hands grip his waist, and an impossible large phallus pushing against his slippery tight hole. Tommy began to moan. "Oh my god-" "Yes. I am your god now," Poseidon said, thrusting forward with all his strength, plunging his warship deep into Tommy's tight canal. Tommy screamed, babbled, drooling from his mouth like a raving lunatic as he felt his insides trying to adjust to the invasion of an iron-hard rod roughly penetrating his body. On the outside he might have been all muscle, but on the inside he was soft and gooey. Tommy tried to buck, tried to crawl away, but Poseidon had already taken ownership of him. The worst part was that Tommy knew he was aroused. The feeling of that rock-hard helmet slamming against his prostate like a sledgehammer against an Easter-egg caused Tommy's own cock to stiffen like it had just been injected with Viagra. His balls quivered in submission, but also promised to explode with a powerful orgasm none the less. Tommy was actually trying to hump the floor, just to get off. Secret Sex-Fight Society Ch. 03 "Calm down, slut, calm down," Poseidon laughed, keeping Tommy well under control. "That was only the first half." Only . . . the first . . . half? Even through all the exquisite pain and horrible pleasure Tommy could tell that his conqueror was only being honest. It was only about a five inch distance from the anus to the prostate, which meant the mounting god had another five inches waiting high and dry. These last inches came in slowly, gliding into the lubricated boy-pussy with painful, unstoppable willpower. Tommy felt his prostate being pushed up into his throat, his organs being skewered. He completely expected the big head of Poseidon's giant cock to pop out his gaping mouth any moment now. Finally it came to an end when Tommy felt the god's cold, smooth ballsack resting against his hot, leathery nuts. Both pairs of cum-drops were physically pulsing, begging to explode, but whereas Tommy was going to bust his nut onto the mat, Poseidon was going to bust deep into Tommy's insides. "You tight, sexy, perfect little bitch," Poseidon moaned in ecstasy, enjoying the tight rim and soft insides of his conquest. "I think . . . I think this is the best ass I've ever been in, but let's give it the full test run, shall we?" And then the fucking really started. Poseidon went slow at first, quickly withdrawing a few inches before slowly pushing back in, working the lube up and down every virgin inch of ass while the muscles stretched in defeat. Tommy tried to push him out, but he didn't realize that just loosened his sphincter and made the fucking all the easier. Poseidon gained speed, plummeting nine inches in and out of Tommy like a piston in the engine of a racecar, going so fast that their muscular hips became a peachy blue. Poseidon's tight testicles slapped against Tommy's low-hanging fruit like a pair of wrecking balls, causing Tommy the most humiliating form or arousal as his prostate was being beaten to death by the warhead of a trident-missile. Poseidon lifted up Tommy's midsection and pushed him around on his knees, fucking him all the while. He led Tommy around the ring like he was riding a horse and using his cock as the crop, whipping the beast into shape. He bent Tommy through the ropes, over the turnbuckles, flipped him over, held him upside-down, on his back, on his shoulders, and on his knees again. Poseidon fucked Tommy in every way that Tommy had ever fucked a girl, and then some. Finally, it was coming to an end. "Oh fuck . . . oh you tight, delicious slut . . . let's cum together," Poseidon decided. "I want to taste your fucking cum." The blue-haired god swiveled Tommy onto his back, while still anal pounding him in a gay missionary style. Poseidon wrapped both his strong hands around Tommy's erect nine-incher and began to stroke it with blurring speed. Tommy, who had been on the verge of climaxing, began to scream. "ffffFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKK!!!" "Cum for me you fucking sssssSSSSSLLLLLLUUUUUUTTT!!!" Poseidon came first, and he came hard and deep. His first blast hit Tommy's prostate like a solid object, before thickly splattering his insides. He was filled to the brim in less than a second, and as the conquering god continued to spurt it leaked out the sides of Tommy's anus in a milky flood. Poseidon whimpered girlishly as he came, but he kept humping like a sex-crazed gorilla. Tommy was screaming his head off, feeling on orgasm like he had never felt before as his cock started to pop off like a champagne bottle. Long strands of cum shot up into Poseidon's face, hitting his chin and then decorating his chiseled chest muscles. Poseidon stuck out his tongue and tried to catch as much of it as he could, laughing as he missed and it got into his eyes. As their ball-busting orgasms began to subside, Poseidon eagerly scooped up Tommy's cum and shoveled it into his mouth, moaning ecstatically at the thick, masculine taste, pumping the rest from the comatose nineteen year-old's big pickle. Poseidon loved the taste of cum. It, even more than the feeling of a nice cock up his ass, had really made him fall in love with fucking other boys. He's gladly get on his knees and suck any guy's dick, so long as that guy was decently good looking and had a pretty one. He had wanted to suck Tommy off the moment they had met, but he could tell Tommy was rigidly straight, and he didn't want Tommy to think that he was submissive. This was the best part of being a sex-fighter for the god of the hot-tubs. He got to fuck any boy he wanted, even if they weren't 'bi-curious.' The last thing Tommy felt before passing out was Poseidon's foot on his balls. The god was standing over him in triumph, as an obedient Miss Cupid pumped his cock for the last of the cum stuck inside. These last strands of thick ambrosia fell across Tommy's chest and face, and Miss Cupid eagerly dove down to lick it up. He finally lost consciousness as her long tongue travelled across his face, but before things got black he made a promise. A promise that he wasn't going to let this break him, he wasn't going to stop here. He was going to defeat Poseidon, and his bitch Miss Cupid. He would conquer them all soon, but for now, he just needed to sleep. Secret Sex-Fight Society Ch. 04 Story till now: 19 year old bully Tommy Gunn had been accepted in the Secret Sex-Fight Society, an violent underground organization of martial-artists and cage-fighters who use sex as a weapon. Managed by the beautiful and mysterious Ciara Chocolate, Tommy won two of his first three official matches, defying expectations of what a rookie with a big cock can do. But Tommy lost his last match to the bisexual demigod Poseidon, who has taken the macho teen as his personal bitch. Will Tommy be able to overcome Poseidon? Will he get to have sex with Poseidon's girlfriend, the beautiful Miss Cupid again? Will he get fucked up the ass again like he deserves? Find out right now. ##### Tommy Gunn: 19. The protagonist of this story. A cocky and arrogant young man. Incredibly handsome and confident. Swimmer's body, six-pack abs, blue eyes, black hair. Lucy Lockhart: 25. Tommy's former babysitter and current police office. Short red hair, big green eyes, freckles, nice tits, big ass. Easily bullied into sex and demeaning situations. Christine McClain: 40-something busty Asian/Caucasian police chief with long black hair, long legs, and the soul of a dominatrix. Ciara Chocolate: 35. A mysterious woman with great wealth and influence in Climax City. Milk-chocolate skin, tall, Amazonian, large breasts, short sleek brown hair, many ear piercings, perfect ass. Likes to wear very expensive, very sexy clothes. Pietro "Poiseidon" Xavier: 20-something. A blue-haired god amongst men. Sex-fighter. Bisexual. Caroline "Miss Cupid" Heart: 20-something. Sex-fighter. A sexy, tall, Playboy-style blonde. She has a bow-and-arrow tattoo tramp-stamp that points down her crack of her perfect ass. She has a special technique which allows her to infer great details about peoples bodies, health, and lives by making sexual contact with them. Dragon Bitch: 40-something retired sex-fighter from Japan, now a manager in the society. Tall, huge breasts, masculine face, many tattoos depicting the people she has murdered and in what manner she murdered them. Lockup: 19 year old sex-fighter, a punk-rock bitch with long red haird, a slender waist, and nice breasts. She has spent most of her life in prison or Juvenile Hall. ##### Lucy Lockhart (who hasn't made an appearance since way back in chapter 1) nervously entered her bosses office, so terrified of her colossal bitch of an overseer that she was almost pissing her little booty-shorts. Most people who saw Lucy would assume that she was a stripper pretending to be a police officer rather than an actual cop, which she was, and she was a damn fine mediocre cop too (mediocre being better than most). She was a cute, curvy redheaded girl of 25 years with a freckly, innocent face, big green eyes, a bubble butt, and a killer pair of juicy tits. Most of her body was on display, since her 'uniform' was just a skimpy crop-top, short tummy-bearing jacket, and a ludicrously small pair of shorts that left over half of her curvy ass exposed. If it weren't for the shiny little badge and the big fucking gun she carried no one would believe she was 5.0. But in the year 2099, and in the metropolis of Climax City, such clothing was so typical it barely drew extra attention. And why should it? The City Council was made up of porn producers, drug dealers, and international criminals. The mayor was usually an ex-pornstar or a corporate sponsored robot. High schools were treated as recruitment centers for prostitutes and gangbangers. Pornography was so common it was regarded as public art, and killing someone was only illegal if someone bothered to bribe the police enough to press charges. In this world, no one cared who dressed like a total slut, because everyone did. Also, in 2099 most firearms were so powerful that only military level body-armor would actually stop a bullet, so the Climax City Police were chosen entirely based on their ability to shoot first and shoot accurately, as the only defense was a quick offence. Lucy Lockhart was an excellent shot. She pulled off three consecutive head-shots during a raid in her first week on the force. She was also an above average hand-to-hand combatant, having taken down over a dozen knife-wielding serial murderers with nothing by her strong legs and tomboy-fists. Those skills almost made up for the fact that she was a complete airhead, and usually fucked up most investigations through clumsiness. She assumed this was why her boss, Police Chief Christine McClain, wanted to see her. Lucy could already feel Chief's McClain's hand spanking her juicy butt. But it looked like Chief McClain was preoccupied. The tall, busty woman of mixed Asian-Caucasian descent with the long black hair was feverishly masturbating with her long legs splayed out on her desk and a big, black vibrator humming over her erect clit. "Chief McClain," Lucy stammered, instantly wet by the sight. "You . . . uh . . . wanted to see me?" For sex, Lucy hoped. Christine McClain might have been a total bitch, but she was painfully sexy and a demon in bed, as Lucy had happily found out one Christmas party. McClain looked shocked at first, embarrassed, and then pissed off. "Stupid cunt! Don't interrupt me when I'm investigating a case!" BONG! McClain threw her dildo and it hit Lucy right in her freckled face, leaving a painful little bump. Lucy whined as she rubbed her face clean of the pussy-cum that had gotten on it. "But . . . but . . . you said-" "Shut up, Lockhart, you dumb little retard. I know what I said." McClain quickly pulled her tight skirt down, hiding the dripping pussy beneath, and buttoned her open blouse, covering up her spectacular white breasts. "Get your fat ass over here and take a look at this." Lucy scampered over to McClain's desk and leaned over to see the holo-screen that the Police Chief had been masturbating to. While Lucy was leaning over her big ass was close to McClain, who gave a mean little tug at the back, making Lucy whimper from the playful wedgie. The holo-screen was playing six different videos, all of them showing people either engaging in brutal acts of martial arts or dominant sex, and Lucy quickly realized that one act was following the other. These people were fighting, fucking, and fighting some more in an apparent sport to establish some sort of dominance, the dominant one being the winner. There were images of men fighting women and subduing them, of women doing the same to men, of women fucking women, and even of men ass-raping other men. Many of these fighters wore unusual outfits and a few even displayed superhuman abilities, like some kind of erotic comic-book nightmare brought to life. "What am I watching," Lucy asked. "It's called the Secret Sex-Fight Society, or just the Society, depending on who you ask," McClain answered, cruelly pinching Lucy's plump ass-cheeks. It annoyed her what a great ass this retarded rookie had. "It's basically people fighting and fucking each other for kicks, although we have evidence that huge amounts of money are transferred after every fight. It seems that there is a huge network of gamblers and viewers spread out all around the world, but the nerve center of the whole thing is right here in Climax City. "So?" Lucy asked, biting her puffy lips to stop from squeaking when McClain's sharp fingernails dug into the soft flesh of her ass. "I mean, nothing here is actually illegal, other than some of the destruction of public property I'm seeing. Gambling is legal. Organized fighting is legal. I mean, even public sex is mostly legal." SMACK! Lucy yelped as the sexy Police Chief spanked her. "Stupid brat. Who care if its legal? The point is its lucrative! There are certain members of the Society called managers, and they're the ones who really win big if their sex-fighters manage to beat/rape the shit out of another manager's fighter. Again, no problem with that, except it is obvious that billions of dollars are changing hands, and not a penny of it is being taxed!" Lucy stammered from the sheer hypocrisy of what her boss was saying. "So . . . you don't care that people are engaging in disorderly acts of violence and indecent sex for the enjoyment of others?" Chief McClain shrugged. "No. I mean, you basically just described my high school." "So . . . you just care that these managers, the ones organizing the fights, pay taxes?" "That's all the City Council cares about, so that's all I care about." "But, why are you telling me all this?" McClain smiled, running one hand down the side of Lucy's body like a hungry lesbian admiring a fresh piece of pussy. "Because, Officer Lockhart, you have the highest scoring aptitude for hand-to-hand combat in the entire force." Lucy was not the sharpest tool in shed, by any means, but even she saw where this was going. "You can't be serious." McClain allowed her herself a raspy giggle as she reached under the busty officer's jacket and twisted one of her perky, pink nipples. "That's right baby. You and I are going undercover." ##### When Tommy awoke the first thing he thought about was how much his ass hurt. And no wonder, he had just lost his first sex-fight, and unfortunately for the hyper-masculine alpha-stud Tommy Gunn, he had lost to a very well endowed bisexual young man. Pietro Xavier, better known within the Society as Poseidon, had humiliated the rookie fighter in the ring, surrounded by an audience of other sex-fighters, and then fucked the very straight 19 year old up the ass with a very big, very fat cock. Tommy groaned in stiff discomfort as he kicked down the covers of his bed. He was naked. His lithe, muscular body shone in the dim light of the room, highlighting his every sexy groove and perfectly formed part. His nine inch penis was semi-hard, as usual, and despite the recent sexual humiliation of being sodomized by another man, Tommy began to masturbate as he always did after waking up. Strangely, the only images that came to mind were of Poseidon. His blue hair. His swimmer's physique. His baby-fresh face and wicked smile. His hands. His hands! "Hey stud," Poseidon said, pressing his naked body against Tommy's as his strong hands gently ran down the younger man's chest and thighs. "Ready for round two?" "What the fuck!" Tommy yelled, falling out of bed and backing off to the wall. "What the . . . where am I?" Tommy suddenly realized he didn't recognize the room. It was much nicer than his, and cleaner too. "My bedroom," Poseidon answered, laying naked on the bed. "Where you belong." "F-fuck you dude!" Tommy stuttered. He did not like having to question his sexuality this much. The fact alone that he was still erect with only another guy in the room bothered him. "You can't . . . you can't just drag me up to your room like I'm some kind of gay slut!" Poseidon rolled his eyes. "Uh, actually, yeah. I can. You lost our fight remember? You lost HARD. The rules were that the winner (that's me) gets to do whatever he wants with the loser (that's you). Check the clock, stud. It's only 1am and sunrise isn't for another four and a half hours. And right now, what I really want you to do, what I really, really, REALLY want . . . if for you to suck my dick." Tommy's eyes fell to Posidon's shredded waist. His shiny, hairless cock was only semi-erect, but it was already over seven inches long and as thick as a woman's wrist. It hung over one of the fighter's muscular legs like a big, fat slug, but Tommy knew just how rock-hard that thing could get. His ass felt like he had just gotten fucked by an iron bar. Tommy had been staring for a long time. "Fuck you!" Poseidon rose out of bed and marched over to Tommy, pushing him against the wall. Their hard chests touched, their hard cocks swung together, and Poseidon brought his face centimeters away from Tommy, so that they could feel each other's breathes. Poseidon had very sweet, minty breath. "Tommy. I'm not an asshole. And I don't force myself on people who don't want it," Poseidon said, only slightly lying. "I didn't want you to . . . to . . . impale me last night," Tommy said. He hated how hard his cock was getting. "That was different. That was a sex-fight. You chose to become a fighter. You chose to get in that ring. Sometimes you win, and when you do life is fucking sweat, but sometimes you lose as well, and you just have to bend over and take it. But hey, if you're too much of a pussy to deal with the consequences . . . go ahead. Get out." Poseidon stepped aside and pointed to the door. He was letting Tommy go. Free pass. No cocksucking on ass-poundings required. Tommy was going to go for it. He was going to walk right out and pack up his shit, move back in with his mom and go back to his regular life of working odd-jobs and banging easy pussy . . . but when the full weight of that struck him he suddenly realized how amazing this new life was. He had never experienced anything as amazing as living in Chocolate Tower, or participating in the sex-fights, or (in a funny way) getting dominated by another man for the first time in his life. Tommy and Poseidon just looked at each other, and although no one talked they both understood. "Good boy," Poseidon smiled. "Now get on your knees and suck daddy's cock." Tommy slowly descended to his knees, crawled forward like he had seen so many dozens of young girls do for him, with an open mouth and big, nervous eyes pleading pathetically for approval. Poseidon took a hold of his new slut's head and guided onto his swelling member. After a minute of awkward slurping and gagging Poseidon started to laugh. "Tommy, babe. I've got to be honest with you. Even for a straight boy, you are terrible at sucking cock." ##### Tommy and Poseidon spent the next four hours making passionate, sweaty, conflicted hate-sex with one another, going from gentle caresses to painful strikes and back as often as they changed positions. Tommy did his best to reclaim some measure of his dominance back from his blue-haired lover, but Poseidon was never on bottom for long. He twisted and teased Tommy in ways the aggressive bully never had before, controlling what he felt and when he felt it. They kissed, licked, and bit every inch of each other's hard, athletic bodies, but it was always Poseidon who mounted and penetrated. He led Tommy around the bed like a king leading a slave, sometimes humiliating him with slaps and pinches, and other times rewarding him with thrusts and strokes. Tommy was delirious. Sex had always been a one-way street for him. It began in his nuts and ended in some bitch's pussy. He fucked girls in the same way a wrecking-ball refurbishes a building. Rarely would he find one particular piece of ass worth hitting more than once, but it was never about the relationship, or friendships, or love. It was never about anything other than the sex. Poseidon was different, other than the obvious fact that he was a 20-something year old man. Poseidon wasn't dominated, or afraid, or awestruck by Tommy like girls were. Poseidon just seemed amused. When 5:30am finally rolled around the sun rose, and the morning meant Tommy was free from his contractual obligation to be Poseidon's plaything. But Tommy, who was biting a pillow to stop from screaming as Poseidon rammed his ass harder than ever, barely noticed at all. It wasn't until 7:30 am, when the room was bright with the morning sun and most people were already on their way to work that Poseidon finally finished, and he busted his nut all over Tommy's pulsating, perspiring chest. Tommy was exhausted, stiff, and so overwhelmingly satisfied that he allowed Poseidon's twitching tight body to fall on top of his, and locked in that sweaty embrace, the two studs fell asleep. ##### "Chief McClain," Lucy whined. "I don't think this is going to work." "Of course it'll work, dumbass," the attractive Police Chief disagreed as the two busty ladies sat in their undercover car, staking out a gym in one of the nastier parts of town. Beggars and prostitutes were everywhere, and Lucy had to keep shooing them away as they came up to the window begging for change or offering to suck her clit for a sandwich. "The plan is perfect." 'The plan was stupid,' Lucy thought but knew better not to say aloud if she wanted to avoid another spanking. McClain had discovered by 'investigating' through some of her private channels (which meant sucking the cock or pussy of the first city official who'd talk to her) that the Society had introduced a relatively new manager to their ranks, one that was new enough that most of the other managers wouldn't recognize them yet. This manager was supposed to be a bitchy Asian-American woman with long legs and big tits, just like Christine McClain herself. Also, this new manager was even said to have a feisty redhead working as her only sex-fighter, not dissimilar to Lucy Lockhart, and that their base of operations was in this crummy gym that the manager owned. The plan was: infiltrate the gym, identify the manager and her sex-fighter, dispose of them, take their places, thus allowing a breach into the impossibly secretive social workings of the Secret Sex-Fight Society, and then, profit. "There they are!" McClain said, peering through her giant binoculars. "Oh shit! They don't look anything like us!" The busty Asian woman, the manager, was indeed large-breasted and long-legged, but in regards to similarities to Christine McClain that was it. The manager was even taller than McClain, a giantess of seven-feet at least, and her body was a swirl of Yakuza tattoos that graphically displayed the people she had murdered and in what ways she murdered them. Her hair was cut short, unlike McClain's flowing black tresses, and instead of the Chief's feminine, angular, beautiful face, this woman had a very masculine profile. Her sex-fighter was hot at least, but unlike the busty 25 year old Lucy, this girl was a knockout 19 year old with a tall, slender body, and well-shaped but not incredibly large breasts. Her red hair trailed down her back in shaggy spikes, like the tail of a fox. "What do we do now, Chief?" Lucy asked, hoping she could go home, feed her cats, and masturbate to another one of those old movies with Channing Tatum like she usually did. McClain took a long, deep breath, and then punched Lucy in the face. SOCK! "Oh!" Lucy whined. "What was that for!" "Just getting you in the fighting spirit! C'mon, fat-ass! We're going to go wipe the floor with those bitches!" ##### "Pietro, I'm home," Caroline Heart, better known as Miss Cupid, said as she entered into the high-rise apartment she shared with her master/boyfriend. She was fashionably dressed, as always, wearing a frilly low-cut top to accentuate her firm bosom, and a pair of low-rider jeans so tight they looked like they had been painted on her perfect, tight slender ass. Her long blonde hair was pulled back, revealing her slightly curved cheekbones, long eyelashes, and naturally puffy lips. "Yoga-pants were on sale so I got us both . . . WHAT THE FUCKING HELL!" "S'up slut," Tommy greeted. He was sitting naked on the couch, watching a morning news show as Poseidon's head bobbed like a blue basketball in his lap, loudly sucking his stiff cock. Poseidon popped off and started stroking his chiseled fuck-buddy's tired penis. "Hey sweetie. Do you wanna take over for a while? I've already gotten him to cum twice this morning, but number three is giving me trouble." Miss Cupid dropped the bags she was carrying. Her perfectly groomed eyebrows twitched in horrified shock at what she was seeing. Her boyfriend, her master, her god, the undefeatable and incomparable Poseidon was on his knees happily giving head to some 19 year old punk who she thought everyone was supposed to hate. She had sex with him, sure, and it had been fun, but she only did it because Poseidon told her to, and so she could learn secrets about Tommy. She had enjoyed watching Poseidon fuck Tommy's ass like a jackhammer carving a Christmas ham, but that was supposed to have been about dominance. This . . . this looked like some really gay sex. Secret Sex-Fight Society Ch. 04 "I . . . I don't . . . I don't understand what-" Poseidon interrupted her, kissing Tommy's helmet. "Hey. Tommy is going to spend the night over here again. With me. You can . . . I don't know . . . go visit your sister or something. Whatever." That was too much for the flawlessly beautiful and completely loyal Miss Cupid. Her blue eyes rolled back, and she passed out. ##### Foregoing the very idea of a stealthy approach, Chief Christine McClain kicked open gym's front doors so hard that they popped off their rusty hinges. She strutted into the large, empty, dusty brick building left over from a previous century, hands on her wide hips and large chest thrust out. "Knock-knock motherfuckers!" she yelled. "It's the fucking cops!" The seven foot tall monster-woman was spotting her slender, sexy, sex-fighter as the attractive redhead bench pressed 300 pounds of weight with less effort than Lucy could shrug into her booty-shorts, and right away the airheaded police officer knew that she had walked into more trouble than was expecting. Her knees were shaking in her combat-boots, and her large breasts jiggled in the little tank-jacket she always wore. She wanted to beg McClain to leave, but her Chief was already committed to this insanely illegal plan. "You got a warrant?" the tattooed manager asked. "Warrants are for searches, seizures, and arrests," McClain elucidated, as she strutted right up to where the giantess was sitting. "And I didn't come here to search, seize, or arrest." "So what are you here for?" the giantess asked, her hard face now mere inches from McClain's feminine half-Asian profile. "I came here to kick your ass." McClain smirked, suddenly grabbing the large woman by the sides of her head and pulling it down. At the same time one knee came up, smacking the larger woman in the face as McClain's short skirt rode all the way up, revealing her lacey black thong. The tall manager fell to the ground with a pained grunt. The foxy redhead stood up off the bench, her tight exercise top indented visible by her nipples. "What the fuck! You can't just-" THUD! The pointy heel of McClain's high-heeled shoe sunk into the fighter's toned stomach, sending her flying through the air and rolling across the ground. The tall fighter came to a stop right at Lucy's feet. She was holding her gut in pain, but she was still lucid, and the look on her face was pure rage. Pure rage now directed entirely at Lucy. "Lucy!" McClain called her. "That bitch is yours. I'll handle the manager. Remember, take them alive so we can question them." Lucy stood there indecisively, shaking in her boots, completely unsure of what to do. Being between an angry McClain and committing a highly illegal act was like being between a rock and a hard-place, not to mention that the tall sex-fighter the Chief had just kicked was getting back up. "Fucking pigs," The slender redhead spat. "I'm going to beat your ass till it's as flat as a pancake." Lucy could do nothing but put her dukes up and prepare to defend herself. She was in this fight whether or not she wanted to be. ##### "So you and Miss Cupid are a tag-team?" Tommy asked Poseidon as they enjoyed the warm waters of the large bathtub. "Yep. You've only seen the one-on-one matches, but tag-teams and four-ways are all pretty popular too, although the society likes to save them for special promotions I guess. Miss Cupid and I started as a team in the ring, and it wasn't long before she moved in with me." Poseidon was bathing directly across from Tommy, running his foot along the other stud's hard, chiseled body, playfully poking at his bruises from their earlier match. "So, is she, like, your girlfriend or something. I mean, you are obviously bi, and you bang a lot of other chicks?" Poseidon shrugged in muscular shoulders and smiled coyly. "I guess. The two of us are just really compatible. I mean, I'm hot, she's hot. I'm fresh, she's fresh. I fuck hard, she likes getting fucked hard. I like pussy, she likes pussy. I like cock, she likes cock. We have a lot in common." Speaking of the devil, the door the bathroom opened and in walked Miss Cupid, looking a little disheveled and grumpy from her earlier shock. She clearly understood what was going on now though, as she was already naked when she came in, and her long blonde hair was tied up into a loose knot. "Mind if I join you faggots?" the jealous babe asked, stepping into the large bath before either boy could answer. She wiggled her shapely butt in between Tommy an Poseidon, and then snuggling up to her lover with obvious envy. Her hand went right to his substantial penis and began to slowly massage it. Poseidon rolled his eyes and smiled. "Caroline, I still want Tommy to stay tonight. He and I have really been going off on one another and I want some more." Miss Cupid pouted. "So? I'll join in. It'll be a threesome." Poseidon said, cupping one of her perfect breasts. "Caroline, you are my absolute favorite piece of pussy on earth, I promise you. But . . . I don't fuck pussy the same way I fuck cock. I slam pussy. I'm not gentle with pussy. But I'm even harder on a boy's ass. When I was with this stud I fucked like I was trying to murder him, but only because I knew he could handle it. Tommy and I, we're going to need some space. It's going to be like Godzilla versus King Kong in my bed tonight, and I don't want you getting hurt." Miss Cupid's pink lips quivered in horny rage. She stopped massaging her lover's cock and instead smacked it like a bad puppy. Poseidon groaned but laughed it off as Miss Cupid jumped out of the tub and marched away, naked and dripping. Caroline Heart's firm ass shook as she stormed out. "Fine! I've got a sex-fight tonight anyway! After I beat the shit out of the bitch I'll crash at her place tonight." "Good luck," Poseidon laughed, rubbing his balls. "Anyone I know." Miss Cupid snorted. "Some new bitch named Lockup. What do you care, faggot!" And she slammed the door behind her. Poseidon and Tommy laughed a little at the beautiful girl's impotent jealousy. Everything Poseidon had said was true though, he and Tommy were going to fuck each other on a level that could be dangerous to bystanders. Sending her away was the responsible thing to do. "I bet I'm bigger than you," Poseidon said coyly, grapping Tommy's hardening phallus and pulling it closer to his thick weapon. "Wanna bet," Tommy smirked, as the two boys began to beat each other off to their complete lengths. ##### "My name is Lockup, you pig!" The raging redheaded girl screamed as she slammed Lucy's face into the locker-room floor again. "Tell the Devil that once I've sent you to hell!" Lucy Lockhart and the suspect sex-fighter, Lockup, had been fighting for almost ten minutes now, and both busty young ladies were quite exhausted, both heaving and dripping with sweat in the stuffy gym. Somehow their fight had brought them into the locker-room, and Lockup was slamming Lucy's head into the floor so hard the tiles were cracking. Lockup's top had been torn away already, and her firm breasts jiggled only slightly as she bashed the other girl silly. Lucy was in a similar state. Her jacket had been torn off and her tank-top was in shreds. Her tight booty shorts had split up the crotch and now resembled assless-chaps. Lockup let go of Lucy, allowing her to fall to the floor. "Do you know why they call me Lockup? Because pigs like you have been locking me up my whole life. I've been in the system longer than I've been out, and I'm only 19. I fucking lost my virginity in Juvenile Hall last year, for shit's sake." Lockup raised her boot above Lucy's head, aiming her heel at the prone officer's temple. "Time to die, bitch." Lockup brought her heel down hard enough to crack Lucy's head like an egg, but Lucy just managed to roll out of the way, instead allowing the tiles to be shattered beneath. Lucy put her hands down and kicked out, sending her foot right into Lockup's slender waist. She grunted, and flew into the lockers so hard one of them dented. Before the ex-con teen could recover, Lucy began barraging her with a series of kicks and then punches that smacked her around like a punching bag. After the third spinning-kick to the face Lockup was too dazed to even see straight. Lucy reached down and grabbed Lockup by her crotch, which was damp, lifting her up and around, so that Lucy was standing and her opponent was hanging in a 69 position, her head firmly wedged between Lucy's strong thighs. "Well, you're under arrest again, slut," Lucy said as her face was inches away from the girl's damp crotch. "You have the right to remain UNCONSCIOUS!" CRACK! Lucy jumped up and curled in her knees dropping the full weight of both their bodies onto Lockup's head. The pile-driver was devastating, and as the troubled teen's slender body fell twitching to the cracked floor, it was obvious that she had been knocked out, and probably put into a coma. Lucy remained on her knees for a while, huffing from how much effort it took to finish that nasty bitch, and she moaned in distress when she saw that her revealing police uniform had been reduced to even more revealing rags. Naked and stumbling, Lucy wandered back into the gym. It appeared that McClain had an easier time taking out the manager than she did with Lockup. The large dyke was stripped naked, revealing her many violent and pornographic tattoos, and she had been tied down to a bench with thick ropes and handcuffs. McClain was pacing around her like a sexy wolf, her only remaining clothes being a tiny black thong and her stockings. McClain was holding something in her hand. It was a electroshock weapon. "I ain't telling you shit, you fucking cop!" the manager was saying through bruised lips. Hee developed muscles bulged as she struggled against her bonds, but McClain had already defeated her. "Oh, you'll talk," McClain said in a sexy, evil voice. "I've broken dozens of tough bitches like you before. In fact, I'd say it's my specialty. Do you know why I'm so good at breaking bitches? It's because I enjoy it. I fucking love busting balls and tearing cunts open. So, actually, I do want you to struggle. I do want you to resist, because the longer you do, the wetter my pussy gets." McClain then put on of her high-heeled feet on top of the manager's stomach, pushing her down as the Chief then shoved the tip of her electroshock weapon against the Amazon's meaty vulva. A blue light flickered as a thousand volts of electricity fried her clit. "HOLY FUCK! STOP! FUCK! AAAAAAGGGHH!!!" McClain pulled the shocker away, and then cruelly slapped the singed pussy so hard a loud 'smack' echoed throughout the gym. The muscle-bound dyke who had been acting so tough a minute ago was now in tears. "Let's start with some easy questions," McClain said, running her pussy-stained hand over her lips. "First, names. Your name, and the slut's name that my officer just made into an comatose fuck-toy!" The manager sobbed. "People call me the Dragon Bitch. I used to be a sex-fighter in Japan, but I haven't been in the Society for years. I was going to join again as a manager. My first fighter, Lillian Lopez, she calls herself-" "Lockup," Lucy interrupted. "She told me. I actually feel a little sorry for her." "Shut it," McClain told her inferior. She turned back to the bitch she was torturing, twisting one tattooed nipple so hard it started to turn purple. "So people would recognize you, huh? Everyone in the Society knows what you look like?" The manager was breathing hard as her tit was twisted to the point of bursting. "N-no. In my day the Society in Japan was too secretive. No photos, no videos. No one in America knows what I look like." McClain slapped Dragon Bitch across the face for no reason. "And Lockup? Does anyone know what that slut looks like?" The manager shook her head. "No. Tonight . . . tonight was her first night." McClain perked up at that, her large tits bouncing like two beach-balls. "Tonight? She's scheduled for a fight tonight? Against who?" "A-against a fighter called Miss Cupid. One of Ciara Chocolate's girls." McClain's face lit up like a Christmas tree. Her smile was so wide it almost caused her to strain a muscle. "Ciara Chocolate! 'The' Ciara Chocolate!" "Who's Ciara Chocolate?" Lucy asked. "Only the most powerful crime-boss in all of Climax City! Or, at least the most powerful one who isn't a member of the City Council." McClain answered. "Holy shit! Imagine breaking up the Society and arresting Ciara Chocolate all in one operation! Holy shit! This is fucking perfect!" Dragon Bitch gasped in relief as McClain let go of her purple nipple. "Okay . . . I've answered all your questions. Now untie me and-" ZZZZZZZZZAAAAAPP!!! McClain shoved the electroshock weapon up Dragon Bitch's cunt so deep it was practically fucking her, and it was turned to full power. "AAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!" Dragon Bitch's body arched off of the bench so radically that Lucy expected her spine to snap. Her breasts jiggled like they were about fly off her chest, and foam poured from her open mouth as her eyes turned white. She was being shock-fucked into a coma. McClain kept her like that for almost a full minute, her free hand gliding down the front of her black thong as she did so. Nothing got her wetter than really fucking someone up. As she climaxed she pulled the weapon out, and Dragon Bitch came to a twitching, comatose stop. Smoke was rising from her fried vagina. "S-so what now?" Lucy asked, shivering naked in fear of her dominatrix boss. "First, we drag these two down to the most overcrowded prison we can find and toss them in under fake names, with trumped charges and zero chance of parole. They'll be so deep in the block that no one will ever find them again. Second, you prepare for tonight's little match, so I can finally come face to face with Ciara Chocolate." Lucy had to hold her breasts to stop them from quivering too much. "You mean . . ." "That's right, retard," McClain said as she sat down on Dragon Bitch's naked chest. "I'm the new Dragon Bitch. And you are the new Lockup. I hope you're ready to become a sex-fighter." ##### "You look upset," Ciara noticed, although it was clear from her tone that she didn't actually care. "I hope you're not distracted." "I'm not. I'm just . . . pissed off," Miss Cupid said. The two women were sitting in the back of Ciara Chocolate's multi-million dollar limousine as it glided into a less than friendly part of town. Old brick buildings and roving packs of less-than-attractive prostitutes became more and more common, but even here the junkies and tweakers knew better than to mess with Ciara Chocolate's car. The crime-queen kept a low profile, but that didn't mean her profile didn't make an impact. Those who knew her feared her, and those who learned of her learned to fear her. Tonight the beautiful mulatto Amazon was dressed in one of her formfitting, tight pencil-suits that left most of her generous cleavage exposed and highlighted every curve of her hourglass body. The material of her jacket was so thin and supple that it actually dented with the impression of her two large, erect nipples. Miss Cupid, the young Caroline Heart, was also dressed to flatter her sexually explicit shape. Long, slender body with large breasts and delightfully curved hips, long legs, long blonde hair, and a pair of lips designed for sucking cock. She wore skin-tight jeans, black combat boots, and a tight kaki vest that left much of her own bouncing bosom exposed. She looked good, but the outfit was also functional. She was going to be fighting in it. Ciara admired Miss Cupid, one of her top female fighters, and she caressed the blonde's long leg, intentionally increasing pressure as she got close to Miss Cupid's sensitive inner-thighs. "Are you angry that Poseidon's been knocking on Tommy's backdoor instead of yours?" Ciara asked, leaning closer. "You know about that?" Miss Cupid tightened up. She was very attracted to Ciara, but she was still angry about her boyfriend/master foregoing her. "Baby, I know about everything that happens in my building. Everything." "It's just . . . it's just that Poseidon usually fucks them once and tosses them away. He's always been like that, ever since he was a little kid. He'd scream and cry until his parents bought him a new toy, then he'd break it, and he'd throw it away a minute later." Ciara moaned. "I forgot you two grew up together. Young love?" Miss Cupid actually blushed. "Not really. I always liked him, even back when he was a wimp, but we didn't start fucking until we came to work for you. Something about the fights, something about beating the shit out of someone and then doing whatever you want with them . . . it really gets us hot." "I know the feeling," Ciara said, leaning in and pushing her hand down the front of Miss Cupid's tight jeans. The blonde's blue eyes went wide with erotic alarm, and two experienced fingers found the pink folds of her dripping pussy. She gasped, shivering from the expectation of masterful manual sex. No one on earth could finger-fuck a cunt like Ciara Chocolate could. "Slut," Ciara whispered, licking Miss Cupid's ear. "You're soaked." "F-fuck me," Cupid stammered. "Please. F-fuck me right here!" Ciara chuckled, and then withdrew her hand, making Miss Cupid whimper pathetically. She watched sadly as Ciara licked her fingers clean of the clear pre-cum. "Remember Poseidon," Ciara said, "remember Tommy, and remember just how good I am at fucking you. I want you to bring all that into tonight's match. All your horniness, all your anger, and all your jealousy." Miss Cupid blushed in anger as she zipped her tight jeans back up, trying to ignore just how damp her panties were. "Why? Is tonight's match special or something?" "Not really. In fact I've never even met the manager. She's new to the American Society. Dragon Bitch was her fighter name, from another generation. She has one sex-fighter, a girl named Lockup. I don't know the story behind the name but I'm sure we'll learn it right before you punch her ovaries up into her chest." "So why are you getting my so frustrated!" Miss Cupid's angry libido practically growled. Ciara almost giggled. "Because you're so cute when your horny. Also, I've never met this poor old hag, but I don't think this Dragon Bitch deserves to be in the Society. We have enough managers as it is. If we can knock out her only sex-fighter she'll be pushed out of the league." "So you want me to really beat the shit out of Lockup?" Ciara moaned, running one of her hands along her massive bust. "No. I want you to kill her." ##### "Fuck . . ." whined Lucy Lockhart, the new Lockup. "Her clothes are so fucking tight." "Well, maybe if your ass wasn't so fat they'd fit better," Christine McClain, the new Dragon Bitch, said as she mercilessly tugged a pair of tinny jeans shorts up Lucy's shapely legs. The material was pushed up by the globes of her peachy ass, becoming almost a thong. "If we're going to pass you off as Lockup you should wear her clothes." "But . . . do I have to wear her underwear too?" McClain snickered. "Well, like they say, if it's raining you should wear a raincoat, and if you're impersonating a dirty slut than you should wear a dirty slut's used thong-underwear." "I've never heard anyone say that," Lucy complained as she slipped on one of Lockup's ripped rock-n-roll t-shirts. Lucy's breasts weren't as large as McClain's, but they were much larger than Lockup's were, so the tiny shirt was stretched to the point of bursting, and much of her flesh was left exposed by the wide holes along the material's surface. Secret Sex-Fight Society Ch. 04 "Remember, don't fuck this up," McClain said as she once again took a pinching-grip of Lucy's juicy ass, pushing her close so that their breasts mashed against each other. "You can't lose this fight. If you do, we're knocked out of the Society. We need to win so Ciara will transfer the reward money to my account, and from there we should be able to run some sort of trace on her. Got it? Win no matter what, even if you have to murder the bitch." McClain hushed as the front doors to the gym opened, and in walked a woman with brown skin of incredible beauty, wearing a tight pencil-suit that hugged her swaying hips and large breasts. After her came a blonde woman of about Lucy's age, wearing impossibly tight jeans and a small khaki vest. At the sight of this perfect bombshell of a babe Lucy felt her head swoon, but that may have been because of the too-tight clothes she was being forced to wear. "The infamous Dragon Bitch," the mocha skinned Amazon said, strutting over and dripping with confidence. "I'm Ciara Chocolate, another manager in the Society. I must say, I'm a little surprised. The stories I had heard about you implied you were a giantess and covered with tattoos." McClain smiled shyly. "Yeah . . . well . . . can't believe everything you hear, can you?" "And this must be your girl, Lockup. Nice to meet you dear," Ciara greeted, smiling wickedly as she appraised Lucy. Ciara seemed unimpressed. "H-Hi," Lucy said. Suddenly she really needed to pee. Ciara waved her hand to the beautiful supermodel-level blonde she came in with. "This is one of my top fighters, Caroline Heart, more popularly known as Miss Cupid." Lucy waved to the lovely babe, feeling more shy and awkward than ever. "N-nice to meet you." Miss Cupid sneered in contempt at the ditsy skank's pathetic attempt at friendliness. "Let's just get this fight fucking over with. There are things I'd rather be doing right now." "So, shall we set the rules," Ciara suggested with an evil smile. McClain stuttered trying to answer correctly. "Um, sure. Like, how about-" "I was thinking a no holds barred mixed-martial arts match, free use of the environment, no restrictions in terms of style or technique, and victory by any means necessary," Ciara interrupted. McClain blinked in confusion. ". . . any means necessary?" "Of course," Ciara smiled. That was the whole point. Such victory conditions meant that either fighter could use lethal force if they wanted. McClain instantly understood what was going on here, Ciara was trying to push her out of the Society in one fatal swoop by removing her only sex-fighter, Lockup. Except Lockup was actually Lucy Lockhart, not whatever dumb bitch it was she had tied up, gagged, and naked in the closet. McClain looked the naive Lucy over and realized pretty quickly that the dumb, bubbly bitch did not understand the full implications of 'any means necessary.' That was going to be a problem. Miss Cupid was going to go into the fight ready to kill, whereas Lucy would be playing this like a cop and attempt detaining her opponent. McClain couldn't explain this aloud to Lucy though, not without breaking her cover. "Fine," McClain agreed. "Any means necessary." Ciara smiled, already certain of the outcome. She raised a small device into the air and unleashed a metallic spray, filling the room with millions of microscopic cameras which would record the fight from a thousand different angles, allowing it to be replayed as a full 3D hologram to those privileged, wealthy, and perverse enough to enjoy it. "BEGIN!" Lucy's legs shook when she realized it was starting. She suddenly felt like she was back in college and just woke up late for a final she hadn't studied for. Miss Cupid was marching towards her with a determined look on her beautiful face that screamed 'I'm going to kick your ass.' The gorgeous blonde unzipped her khaki vest and tossed it away, revealing the two most perfectly firm tits and light pink nipples that Lucy had ever seen. She was so hypnotized by the sight of the way they bounced with ever step that she didn't see Miss Cupid's fist flying into her face. SMACK! Lucy's head snapped back as she was rudely awakened from her horny, Sapphic daydream. Her vision cleared to see Miss Cupid spinning on one foot, her perfect ass leaning back. CRACK! The heel of Miss Cupid's feet slammed into the side of Lucy's head, dazing her even more. Lucy was too stunned this time to see Miss Cupid taking a strong stance and launching her foot forward in a devastating kick. THUD! Miss Cupid's boot sunk into Lucy's toned stomach, pushing her over an inconveniently placed workout bent, sending Lucy bouncing off the ground. Lucy clutched her injured stomach and heaved in pain, already wishing she could give up. She saw Miss Cupid get on top of the bench, and she raised her booted foot above Lucy's face, ready to smash her head into paste. THUD! Lucy rolled out of the way just in time as Miss Cupid's foot slammed into the floor with a heavy thud. Lucy spun on her hips, using her hands to gain momentum as she swung her legs around in a spinning Capoeira-type move. Miss Cupid gracefully dodged it though, lowering one hand next to Lucy's head and cart-wheeling over her body. Their faces came so close they could have kissed. Lucy was one her feet now, crouching low. She came up with a powerful uppercut, but it whistled past Miss Cupid's chin as she leaned back and back-flipped out of the way. Lucy pressed her assault, punching and kicking at Miss Cupid with expert coordination, but nothing landed. Miss Cupid was always dancing just an inch beyond her reach, and the confident blonde was even smiling as Lucy's fists nearly smashed her teeth in. Then Miss Cupid leaned back in. THUD! The blonde's knee came up into Lucy's crotch so hard that her breasts bounced up from the impact. Miss Cupid held her in place, suspended on her knee, their chests mashing together, as the full pain of the collision slowly worked its way into Lucy's brain. She opened her mouth and let out a tortured, whining cry. Tears formed in her eyes and her knees shook. She had never felt such acute pain before. Miss Cupid whispered into Lucy's ear. "Did you like that, sweetie? That's what it feels like to get fucked by a kneecap." Miss Cupid wrapped her arms around Lucy's neck and spun her upper-torso, throwing the busty redhead to the ground with a perfect Judo-technique. SLAM! Lucy's vision swam like she was underwater, but it was clear enough to see Miss Cupid's perfect ass swaggering over to a weight-rack. Lucy saw the sexy blonde's bow-and-arrow tramp-stamp for the first time, and although she was bordering unconsciousness she still thought it was a pretty hot tattoo. Miss Cupid looked to her manager, Ciara Chocolate, and the two exchanged nodding glances, their lovely faces grim and slightly sadistic. Miss Cupid then pulled from the rack a 45 pound plate, carried it over to wear Lucy was still dazed on the ground, and lifted it above the redhead's prone face. "Lucy, watch out!" screamed McClaine. A sudden realization of mortal danger got the busty ginger to roll out of the way just as the plate cracked the floor where her head had been. Lucy staggered to her feet, gasping in terror. "That . . . that would have killed me!" Lucy cried. Miss Cupid had a dour expression. "Any means necessary, bitch." Finally Lucy understood the fucked up situation she was in, and as soon as she realized that she did the only thing that seemed reasonable. She turned tail and ran. "You little bitch! Get back here! There's no running from the Society!" Miss Cupid yelled after you, also breaking into a surprisingly fast sprint after her prey. Lucy burst into the locker-room and Miss Cupid followed her, almost kicking down the swinging doors that separated the bathrooms from the gym. "Hey, wait!" Ciara yelled. "There aren't any nano-cameras in that room! Nothing you do will get recorded!" But the two feisty fighters were already gone. Lucy was darting between the lockers like a mouse trapped in a metal maze, whereas Miss Cupid was more like a hawk. She ran up the lockers like a pro-parkour runner, and flew through the air with nimble grace. She landed on Lucy's shoulders, wrapping her legs around Lucy's neck, and spun. Miss Cupid went into a handstand and tossed Lucy spinning through the air with amazing strength and momentum, and Lucy game to a shattering stop in the tiled wall, falling to the ground amongst a rain of broken ceramic tiles. She stood up in time just to feel Miss Cupid's hands grab her tight t-shirt, and in one motion the blonde tore the redhead's shirt off and kicked her right between the breasts, once again slamming her body into the already broken wall. Lucy's freckled breasts bounced from the impact, and she silently opened her mouth in pain. Lucy expected another fist or boot to strike her body, but instead she felt a hot pair of firm breasts push against her larger but softer tits. Miss Cupid's nipples were like little pink diamonds, and they pushed against Lucy's own soft areolas so strongly that her nipples were introverted. The feeling of being conquered by a superior pair of breasts was very stimulating, but also humiliating. Lucy opened her swollen lips to curse but was silence when Miss Cupid kissed her, and began a match of tongue wrestling that Lucy also quickly lost. Miss Cupid pulled away, a strand of spit connecting her mouth to Lucy's. "Do you want to cum before you die?" "W-what?" a horny and confused Lucy asked. "I'm going to kill you. Do you want one last orgasm before I do? You know, a nice send off before meeting the reaper." Before Lucy could answer Miss Cupid kissed her again, and the sensation of her strong, pink lips was enough to make the dazed police officer forget all about her imminent death. Lucy felt a slender hand unbuttoning her shorts, pulling down the zipper, and then slipping into her stolen thong-panties. Lucy didn't even realize how wet she was until she heard the sound of little squishes as Miss Cupid fingered her. She was already on the verge of an orgasm, but the fear of death delayed it. Miss Cupid licked Lucy's earlobe. "I'm a better fighter than you. You do realize that?" ". . . yes," she sobbed. "And you about to die. You realize that too?" ". . . yes." "I don't want to kill you, but I am going too, because my boss wants me too. So . . . knowing that I am a better fighter than you, and knowing that I am going to kill you, do you want one last orgasm, one last moment of sexual pleasure before you die." Lucy bit her fat lower lip and cried. " . . . yes." Miss cupid smiled but without any pleasure. "Good. Now take your clothes off." Miss Cupid backed off and unbuttoned her own ridiculously tight jeans, the zipper peeling down on its own, and she wiggled free of the formfitting material. She pulled her tiny pink thong down next and kicked it off of her foot, standing naked and arrogant in front of Lucy. The redhead was shyly shrugging down her tight, stolen shorts and underwear, and pulling off her boots as well. She covered her large breasts with her hands but there was no hiding the trickle of liquid running down the inside of her legs. She had never felt so submissive and weak before, not even when she was being dominated by Tommy, but Miss Cupid had been curb-stomping her this entire match. Lucy could not deny where this was going. SLAP! Miss Cupid backhanded Lucy like an angry pimp and then roughly grabbed her by her red hair, pulling her into the showers. As she led Lucy to slaughter, Miss Cupid started spinning all of the hot water knobs in the shower-room, causing the big tiled space to fill with piping hot steam. Lucy's and Cupid's bodies were soon dripping with sweat and condensation, and Lucy couldn't help but moan in pleasure as her pained muscles started to relax. "Caroline! Where are you?" Miss Chocolate's voice was coming from some other room. "I want that fat bitch's death on camera! Do you have any idea how much money a snuff video makes?" Lucy shivered in disgust at the Amazon's morbid profiteering, and she almost puked when she accepted the fact that this wasn't happening to someone else, this was happening to her. Miss Cupid pulled her in for another forceful, arousing kiss. "Don't worry," Miss Cupid whispered compassionately. "I won't let her film this. Those sick fucks on the internet can jerk of to something else. But I still have to do kill you. Sorry." Miss Cupid violently threw Lucy to the wet ground, her curvy body splashing in the hot water. Cupid squatted down and lifted up one of Lucy's thick legs, wrapping it around one slender leg of her owe. The redhead's peachy-ginger skin was remarkably different than Miss Cupid's slightly tanned white skin, and the difference in their bodies was much more pronounced now that they were naked and dripping. Lucy was strong, but she still had some baby fat in her face, and her tits bounced at the slightest movement. Cupid on the other hand was as tight as a virgin's pussy. Huffing from exhaustion and dripping with steamy water, the blonde bombshell's muscles now stood out in greater detail, and her long stomach revealed a perfect six-pack of feminine abs. Lucy was a good fighter, but Miss Cupid was a professional. Lucy quivered in unwanted pleasure as she felt her swollen vulva press against the strong inner-thigh of Miss Cupid, whose clit was so hard it felt like a little finger. Miss Cupid started to move her hips, up and down in slow, strong gyrations, and Lucy moaned as her curvy form rolled over the wet floor in tune. She tried to crawl away, but the floor was so wet she just slid around, and Miss Cupid wasn't letting her go anywhere either. The blonde reached down and began to massage one of Lucy's very sensitive breasts. She was ready to cum, but she bit her tongue and held it off. "I don't . . . I don't . . .," Lucy moaned. "You have to," Cupid said, also huffing in arousal. Her pussy was starting to leak all over Lucy's sopping wet cunt, and their genitals made little wet smacking noises with every thrust. "I don't . . . I don't want . . ." "I'll make you cum whether you want it or not!" Miss Cupid's slow thrusts turned into a rapid series of pussy-slams, her erect clit piercing Lucy's pie like a little cock. She reached down and twisted one of Lucy's fat nipples. "Cum bitch!" "FUCK!" Lucy cried in lust, breathing hard and trying to think about anything other than the excruciating pleasure that was being forced onto her. "Are you cumming?" Miss cupid asked as she started to finger Lucy's tight asshole. "N- . . . No!" "Are you cumming now!" Miss Cupid screamed as she stared to spank Lucy quaking buttocks. "Nuh . . . nuhuhuh . . ." "Cumming?" Miss Cupid grabbed Lucy by her shot red hair and pulled back at the same time she hip-slammed forward with every ounce of her incredible core strength, her hard clit pushing Lucy's fat clit back into its fold. Lucy inhaled deeply and screamed. She was cumming. Her pussy exploded like a water-balloon, and even in the shower it was obvious she was dumping a quart of cum all over Miss Cupid's hips and legs. Lucy's eyes rolled back as the orgasm flushed her mind, numbed her body, and raped her will. She started spasming on the floor like a dying fish as her tongue began to lick the wet tiles beneath her. Miss Cupid also climaxed, but she was in control of her orgasm. She bit her lip and quivered slightly, leaking a little trickle of cum instead of the flood Lucy was making. When it was over the two girls were left gasping and trembling as steamy water washed over them, their legs still entwined. Lucy wanted nothing more than to enjoy the lesbian afterglow, but she had to get away if she wanted to live. She tried to pull herself up, but she was too weak, and she kept slipping back to her breasts on the floor. Miss Cupid's knees were shaking, but she managed to stand. "You're not a real sex-fighter, are you?" she suddenly realized. "How . . . how could you know?" cried Lucy. "I have a special power," Cupid explained. "I can read people through their bodies. I can feel what your strengths and weaknesses are. When I have sex with someone, it's like I'm reading their mind. I can feel your fear, your anxiety, your anger over an injustice done to you. You're not a sex-fighter. Who are you? Tell me and I won't kill you." Lucy tried to answer, but another aftershock-orgasm caused her to whimper in sexual pain. Someone else answered for her. "We're the cops," McClain said. She had entered the showers after shedding her jacket and suit. She stood behind the naked Miss Cupid in nothing but a cupless black bra and tiny black thong, the material already soaked, and her tyrannical breasts cascading with sizzling water. "Where did-" Miss Cupid's question was never finished. McClain's large breasts mashed against Caroline's athletic back as her cruel hands got a grip on the lovely young woman's chin and head. SNAP!!!!! McClain broke Miss Cupid's neck so far back that they made eye-contact, and the lovely sex-fighter fell to her knees, and then to her chest, dead. Lucy was crying. Her pretty green eyes exploding in horror as she looked down at the beautiful corpse lying across her legs. "You . . . you killed her?" Lucy panted in revulsion. "No," McClain smiled wickedly. "You did." Just then Ciara Chocolate entered the room. She had heard the girls fucking in the showers and didn't want to get her expensive suit wet, so like McClain she had cast it away somewhere and she entered the large bathing room wearing absolutely nothing but another container of nano-cameras to record the fight. Her mocha skin shimmered like polished wood in the steamy air, and her large breasts were beating like bellows as she saw Caroline Heart laying on the floor with a broken neck. As far as she could tell, Lockup had just used her powerful legs to slaughtered the prize fighter. McClain smiled cruelly and raised her hand as she rubbed her fingers together. "Pay up bitch." ##### The funeral had been a large one. Caroline Heart had a large family and was a popular girl, and there had at least been a hundred sisters from her sorority there. Prime pickings for the smooth and shameless Tommy Gunn who only went to funerals, weddings, birthday parties, and bar-mitzvahs to pick up easy pussy. He had eyes on the busty Carol Heart-Douglas, Caroline's attractive mother, who despite crying throughout the whole service remained a total hottie. But Tommy decided to ignore the hunt for a while and check in on his new friend, Pietro Xavier, the blue-haired Poseidon. Pietro was sitting under a tree alone, far from the other mourners, his black tie undone and his white dress shirt stained with alcohol. "A car accident," Poseidon laughed, taking another drink from a bottle of vodka. "That's what the Society is posing this as. A car accident." "I'm sorry," Tommy said. He wasn't. Not really. He had only known Caroline for less than a week, and had only fucked her once. She had been a fine piece of ass, but other than that Tommy had no opinion about her. Poseidon said nothing, knowing the truth about Tommy's feelings, but he liked that his new boyfriend was willing to lie at least. "Are you going to stay with the Society?" Tommy asked, worried that Poseidon would leave after the trauma of losing his oldest friend and partner. Poseidon drank another irresponsible amount of vodka. "No. I loved Caroline. I really did. But we feel in love in the ring. We fucked harder and faster after winning a match than we ever did just watching porn. Our lives were all about the rush, the adrenaline, the high. We always knew we'd die young. Only boring people grow old. No. I'm not leaving, and I have something left to do anyway." Secret Sex-Fight Society Ch. 04 "What?" Pietro laughed with a small lapse of sanity. "Finding the bitch who did this and murdering her." Pietro finished the bottle and vodka and threw it away. It smashed against the tombstone of someone he didn't care about. "But I could use your help with something right now," the blue-haired stud said to his new lover. "What?" Tommy asked. "Help me pick up about five or seven of Caroline's hottest, sluttiest friends, and let's take them back to my place and fuck them till they bleed." Tommy smiled. He was happy to see that Miss Cupid's death wasn't going to interfere with his new lifestyle. The two sex-obsessed, violent, nihilists embraced for a brief kiss, and they headed arm in arm down the hill, already debating which sorority girl had the perkiest breasts or the most succulent mouth, and a few hours later they were towing a chain of almost a dozen perfect young sluts (including one grieving mother) back to their apartment, everyone ready to forget about their sorrow and abandon themselves to sex.