Tournament of Horrors 2

Round One, Battle Six: Aayla Secura Vs Wonder Woman

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Diana didn't exactly know what she was doing here. One moment she was fucking the skull of Bruce as she eliminated the rest of the Bat Family, and the next she was in this cell. The head was still there, covered with the mask of his alter ego and finished with Wonder Woman's crown on his bat ears. However, she was done with the item for now, content with leaving it on the shelf her room gave her. While she waited, sharpening her blade, she overheard the guards talking about some type of competition she was now in. Apparently she was just about to be moved to fight in it. Upon asking questions, she was truly informed of the situation.

So some succubus decided to take Diana and put her in this Tournament of Snuff and Depravity. And all forms of combat were allowed, and they were encouraged to be actively revealing. What wonder! Learning this, she felt much more comfortable not wearing any panties, letting her pussy feel the air around her without consequence. She then felt as the cell jerked forward, her challenge coming faster than she expected. Once the door opened up to the gate, she smiled as she walked to it, the large panels lifting up to reveal where she would be fighting in.

It appeared to be a chamber, though the way it was was set to a desert. It was sandy, with the grains getting all up in her toes as she stepped through. "Everyone, from the depths of Universe 3," Audrey shouted as she took over Padme's mic, "we welcome you with a legendary warrior that can rock the world with her tits. She is fierce, cunning, her other variants are vicious and cruel, just like her. Wonder Woman!" Diana listened as the succubus announced her presence, feeling a sense of pride as the crowd cheered thunderously, making her raise her sword high in the air in excitement.

"Now, before we get to the second contestant," Audrey began, scanning the audience. She stalked it with a keen eye, observing each possible candidate. She was thinking, A man? A woman? A futa? Who to choose? She finally laid eyes on a specific person. She was a Catwoman, Audrey remembering strangling a few a while ago. She had a different appearance than most though, harnessing a strap on that looked a lot thicker than a usual one was. She also had a brand engraved right above her cunt, appearing to be a sinister omega symbol. Looking at her outfit, it exposed her stomach very well. Her arms were draped in spikes and armor, and her goggles were over her eyes, replacing them with red spots. Clearly this one had dealings with Darkseid, no doubt. Audrey licked her lips as she eyed the girl. Perrrfect.

The succubus conjured a portal below the Selina's feet, the woman dropping in immediately. Catwoman emerged through another portal inside the announcer box, Audrey smiling as she fell atop the body pile, getting covered in blood. "For the Audrey selection, I have chosen this Catwoman from universe 3," she called out to the crowd through the speakers. She reached a hand out to Selina, the feline heroine taking it in turn. Raising her up, Audrey spoke without the microphone on to the woman, "Hello Miss Kyle, please enjoy your stay. You are the newest announcer here." She saw the smile on Catwoman's face extend, nodding as Audrey guided her to a seat.

Once she was in place, Audrey continued her commentary, "And now, let's introduce a very elegant woman. One who fought on the ground in wars with just her laser sword and a bit of mystical powers," the second gate opened, Wonder Woman staring it down as a figure began to reveal itself, "Please welcome, Aayla Secura!"

The Twi-Lek jedi stepped out of the shadows that contained her, showing herself to the Amazon and the crowd. She had a wrap around her chest, keeping her breasts loosely held as she walks. Her body was slim, yet muscular, and she had her a rather large bulge in her skirt, her dick easily seen as she came to a halt. The member was decent, not anything crazy, but it struck Diana as fascinating. The jedi stared her down as she sent her lightsaber hilt out, flicking the switch and letting the blue plasma release.

"Looks like they're all ready to go," Aria jumped in, eyeing their new partner with intrigue. She wasn't hiding it from the Catwoman either, her cock pulsing as she paid attention more to her than the arena.

Selina could see it, and gave a crooked smirk before pressing her microphone down and uttering her first words, "Let the game begin!" A mechanical imitation of her voice cheered out, right before she turned it off and got up from her chair, marching to Aria by complete surprise. The asari stuttered as Selina planted her arms on both sides of the chair she was in, looking at her with lust. The newbie lunged forward and placed her lips on Aria just as the siren sounded.

With the bell rung, Aayla doesn't waste time. She charges forward with a swift stride, barreling at Diana while bringing her lightsaber forward. Just as she closes in, Wonder Woman immediately blocks it with her own blade, the durability of it surprising the blue jedi for a second, before trying to press down on it, attempting to gain ground. Similar to how Selina pressed down against Aria in the box as she takes control of the Asari.

Aayla grits her teeth as she concentrates on the clash, Diana not relenting as she works out the plan. As they draw closer, Diana can feel the Jedi's member touch her leg, and it springs her to action. With a scowl, she loosens herself up to draw Aayla in. When the futa smirks and takes the bait, Diana responds by immediately pushing back with a great force to her, breaking the stalemate and throwing Secura backwards.

Aayla hits the dune of sand behind her with a thud, her saber scattered away as she drops it. She was still awake, but with her defenses down, Diana drops her sword to, running towards the fallen girl, her eyes on the cock standing out of its hiding place. As the warrior drops prone to the ground to grasp it, Catwoman shoves her toy up Aria's backdoor, shoving her experimental dildo inside with a fury. She yanks the queen out of her chair and pressed her against the wall, beginning to hammer away at the submissive futa.

The jedi can't stop her opponent as she brings her lips on the tip of her rod, moaning as Diana grasped her legs to hold her steady. Reinvigorated, Aayla bounces up and tries to shove the woman off, hitting her in the back of the head multiple times, to no avail. Diana isn't phased, and just continues to swallow the Jedi's dick greedily, making a vacuum in her mouth as she blows on it. Aayla shudders as she is struggling to hold back, and unable to combat this attack of depraved nature. She can't keep it up, and for the time being, has to dwell with it while she thinks of something quickly.

Once Diana felt the futa relax, she dove right in. Holding Aayla up by her ass, Wonder Woman sucked away, bobbing her head up and down the sticky member that only just now began to pulse. Diana didn't know whether to be proud of her ability, or embarrassed for her enemy for finishing so fast. Doesn't matter, as she is keen to savor this glorious moment. She inhales, then softly blows onto the rod, causing Aayla to howl out loud.

She bucked her hips, screaming as her cock unloaded into Diana's warm mouth. Wonder Woman took it like a champion, keeping it all inside her lips as it filled her. Aayla, meanwhile, was in pure bliss as she humped forward, giving into the pleasure as she embraces to rush of adrenaline. Her sounds echoed through the arena as she pumped her cum out, and while Aria was being railed up a wall by the new announcer, the Catwoman having activated a motor in her strap on that made the dildo rattle, sending pulses into the Queen's core.

The Amazon was not expecting such yield from the futa though, having only seen one before this, and only Hawkgirl in the shower as she yanked one in an attempt at privacy. Diana couldn't hold it all, as evident as white cream began leaking out of her lips. She thought she would have to swallow, that was, until the pulsing dick died down, losing energy and falling limp in her cum filled mouth. Aayla let out a massive sigh, closing her eyes in relief as she let it all wash over her.

Filled with semen and an overwhelming feeling of success, Diana got up, leaving the cock to pop out of her mouth, the member still lightly lathered in cream. She still didn't swallow, and made sure to stop for a moment to grab the skirt that it was trying to shrink back behind. Wrenching the cloth off Aayla, she watched as the jedi made no move to retaliate, content with laying on the ground in her high. Seeing the bitch as harmless, Diana pried her foot underneath, and flipped the girl's body over, her chest pressed against the sand instead of her back.

The Twi-Lek couldn't care less, she was just panting as she took in her climax, forgetting about the fight. That was always her biggest flaw, when she came, she couldn't think about anything for a solid couple of minutes. Even in the mists of firefights, if she orgasmed at all, either by herself or the clones using her holes while they fought, she would lose her mind in the bliss immediately. And here was no different, except, it is now even more of a fatal choice.

Diana took full advantage of her opponent's state, pressing her foot down into Aayla's back as she torn apart the fabric she stole, turning it into one long cloth. She then wrapped it around her arm, twisting it until it began more of a rope. Grinning with pure pride as she basked in her immanent victory. She pulled the ripped clothing off her arm, and leaned down, holding it by its ends. Aayla lifted her head up slightly, trying to regain her bearrings, and it gave Diana a what she was waiting for.

In a moment, the rope swooped under Aayla's chin, and pulled against her neck. Diana swapped which hand was holding which end, creating a spot on the back to tighten, and then, she pulled the cloth. She stretched it in two different directions, closing around the Jedi's neck with a vice grip. The moment it shut off her throat, Aayla sprung back to life. She thrashed beneath Diana, throwing her arms up in a vain hope to prevent what was happening. But Diana was just to strong.

Back up in the box, Aria was now atop her console, their recruit pummeling inside with a furious pace. Selina had put a tuff of hair from the Avatar girl in the Asari's mouth, blocking her words as she sunk down onto her tits, sucking on them viciously and without remorse. Aria had already been fucked to two orgasms for each part, her dick hosing her and Catwoman down as her walls closed around the apparatus in her, the two switching holes since they started.

With limited time, Aayla tries to reach out in the force for her weapon, seeing it laid out in her mind. She quickly brings it to her, but Diana already saw it. It activated a few paces away from her, and she dodged it just in time, letting it be sent away. That was all Aayla had left, all her energy depleted. With nothing stopping her, Diana tightened her grip even harder, crushing her throat with all her might. The Jedi's vision became cloudy, hard to make out what she was looking at. What she was hearing. Who she was being choked out by.

The Jedi's defeat was over before it even began, with Aayla's arms dying down a little after as she lost her functions. Her brain shut down, and now, her heart was quickly going down to oblivion. When she went completely still, and Diana was satisfied, she raised the body up by the rope, showing the sand covered corpse to the crowd as she finally gulped down the sperm she took, using her other hand to wipe her face of excess.

Catwoman is first to the comm, Aria too much in a daze to feel anything, her holes aching in pain, "Well, there you have it," she spoke in her robotic tone, "The winner, Wonder Woman!" With that, the crowd erupted in cheer, happy to see their next victor. Diana doesn't soak in it though, and instead just dropping the body and walking away, being sure to grab her sword and the lightsaber before she headed out. Selina looked at the happy audience, then turned her mic off, turning to Aria. She was still on the table, drenched in her third load.

Audrey was watching the whole event, and was plenty turned on. Looking at the gear this Selina was equipped with, "What other functions does that do?"

With a smirk,Selina turned her fake dick into view, "How much time you have?" She spoke with a obvious in intent.

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Round One, Battle Seven: Kasumi Goto VS Rescue

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Audrey watched as Omega Kyle approached her, the synthetic cock whirring to action as she walked. The corrupted soul was so confident in her strides towards the almighty succubus, even though she knew Audrey could crush her with just a thought. But the demon just let her come to her, meaning she was curious as well. Similarly with Aria, who was just now recovering from the pounding she was inflicted with, Kyle placed her hands on either side of master's chair, "So," she starts with a husky, mechanical voice, "What do you wanna try first?"

The words reverberated with Audrey, the succubus smiling at the question. Despite the clear attempt to dominate her, Audrey was loving this attitude. She let it slide and simply smirked, "Surprise me."

At the answer, Kyle swung forward, her mouth colliding with Audrey's vigorously, warming up to her. The succubus could feel the cool metal as she slide her tongue deep into her new announcer's lips, the inhuman tongue diving itself further into her throat as the kiss became more intense, the cold steel replacements telling a big story. While the action was happening up top, Kyle worked quickly to maneuver their hips. Beyond what Audrey could imagine, her body was taken wonderfully as she was lifted off her seat, being pressed up against the glass for everyone to see.

While they went at it, Callus continued with the program. She flipped some switches to move the cages she needed, then began to speak, "Alright ladies, gentlemen, and degenerates of all walks of life, we would like to thank you for your continuous support. We would also like to announce that we have started a donation gift system. If you have your sure winner from the posters, you can contribute to their success by sending them helpful tools for them to take advantage of. There are also special risk factors you can add to make it more interesting, as well as donate yourself to a banquet at the end in the winner's honor," The cheering from the rings of seats below was intense, rocking the stadium with their shouts of celebration, "So, with that in mind, might I introduce our next contestants. This first one is from 4.883, and is a sight to be hold. She has, well, had, a husband with absurd tech knowledge, building suits that made him and her invincible. She's rich, she's smart, and she has enough guns to blow a skyscraper to oblivion," she edged the audience on as she turned a dial, the arena underneath changing form again, the corpse of Aayla being rushed out by a hovercraft. It was now a type of maintenance area, with exposed pipes and a lot of height to the area. The floor also had a net like pattern, grates every 10 feet from the center in four directions, "Please welcome, Pepper Potts, otherwise known as, Rescue!"

The far gate opened to reveal the woman, already in her suit walking out into the open, her helmet not yet attached. Her glistening blonde hair radiated in deep contrast to her blue armor, and her eyes were filled with curiosity, probably about how she got here. It was unsettling, all the gray metal around her, all leading to the top where there were waves of people, all eager to see her fight. Pepper took a moment to scan the area more. Each pipe was vastly different, and were more of just poles to gain upper ground on. Guess whoever she was up against had a type of skill set for that agile jumping.

"Now," Callus continued, ignoring the scene beside her, though hearing a buzzing sound and Audrey shouting in glee, "This next woman is one of the greatest fighters of Universe 1. She can steal the most protected treasures without trying. Her reputation is potent, but you never see her coming to know it's her. Are you ready? Because here comes… Kasumi Goto!"

The crowd was less enthusiastic about her entry, but there were still enough woos to get the doors moving. Out came the Asian Master Thief, wearing her signature hood and not much else. She went for a modest design still, for practical uses only for sure though. She had a bikini on, her breasts held in the top part of the two piece firmly, even if they weren't that large to begin with. Before the games even started, each lady was presented before the audience, and were rated based on several features. Most of the others had solid 22s, 3 points away from the highest of 25. Kasumi ranked the second lowest, at 10. The only person lower was Rey at a fucking 5, and given how she turned out, people were certainly nod betting on Kasumi.

Regardless of the rank, however, Kasumi walked with her head held high, a smirk as she faced her enemy. Pepper Potts wasn't one of the top ones either, wielding a 15 due to very little scarring on her skin. Kasumi was going to make sure that it didn't stay that way. Up in the box, Audrey felt as Selina's fake dick split inside her, turning to tentacles that ravaged her lower body. Two exited her cunt and jerked her off alone, with 3 more heading for her ass and two just feeling her body up. The succubus was in a high, and before the audience could settle, she accidentally say on the button to activate the bell, the match beginning just like that. Callus sped through a sentence to formally announce it, and then sat back to watch the carnage, her cape draped down her leg, as she fiddled with her rod.

In just moments of the bell, Rescue surges forward, not giving Kasumi time to observe the situation as her head collides with metal. As she is being slapped to the ground, in the split second, Pepper sends a pulse through her glove and sends Kasumi flying a couple yards. Before she hits the ground, Rescue snatches the dazed woman by the throat, and it looks as if the battle is already over. Unbeknownst to Pepper, Kasumi had her plan figured out, and her omni-tool was lighting up to enact it.

Her hand shot up fast to meet the hood of the helmet that had materialized, pressing her palm firmly against it. With that, she gave a big overload, and it did the trick. Blue sparks shot throughout the suit for a moment, allowing her to be released, activating her cloak just as she hit the ground, sprinting away silently.

Pepper's HUD was on the fritz for a second, and she had to readjust her position in the air, which lost her valuable time. Her battery nearly fried when a drone from above suddenly came down and attached something to her back, "Oh, looks like we have our first donation," Callus's voice rang out, "Thank you for your generous contribution of a hard reset of overload."

With that, Pepper could recover fully in an instant, her suit back to normal. With that out of the way, and as the drone flew away, she looked around, trying to find the enemy. She flipped to her infrared as well, but there was no masking either. Seems Kasumi's cloak masked her signature. But that was also something that harmed her. Instead of checking for high concentration of heat, Pepper focused on the places with the coolest heat. It did take more vigilance, but as she glanced around a metal beam, she could see a faint out line. She was about to smile and raise her fist to fire a rocket, when she also noticed a glint of a reflection staring back at her.

Before she could react, Kasumi shot a round right at the visor system, throwing Rescue back and frying her sensors for good. Now, she just needed to keep the trick going. She quickly hopped to some bars sticking out of the beam she was on, then just watched the reaction of Pepper.

Meanwhile, Audrey had her back turned, the battle not even a thought in her mind as she allows Omega Kyle to take her like a prize. It had been a while since Audrey had gotten to be submissive, and she had to admit, there was value in not being in control sometimes. She gave into the bliss, letting Kyle's tentacles go through every system they desired. One was now digging deep into her urethra, feeding off an endless orgasm as her ass and cunt were pounded for all they're worth. They even extended so far, one was plucking at Callus's lower region, making the sith yelp as she scowled at the corrupted feline, "Hey! Watch it who-!" Her protest was cut off by another appendage wrapping around her neck, the other plunging into her thin slit at the same moment. The grip was tight, and she tried to wrench the limb away, but nothing stopped its lock on her.

Kyle and Audrey stared at each other, only the Omega woman wielding a smirk, "How much do you value this little one?" She asked, clearly saying this question with intent.

"I don't give much of a shit about anyone," Audrey grunted in response, "But, I'd rather snuff someone next selection, not have them replace an announcer," she warned.

Just as Callus's vision started to blur, the constricting stopped, and the tentacles returned to give Audrey her offering, "Of course, Mistress. Now, let's get back to you." She said as she reconnected their lips again, letting the succubus shot her tongue down her throat as she hammered away.

Pepper's roar was heard throughout the stadium, a bellow of anger and pain. Everything was blinding, and she couldn't see the outside. On reaction, her helmet opened up for her head to be revealed again, and in a boiling rage, she shot over to where Kasumi hit her from. Nowhere to be found again, and this time, there was no way of tracking her. She furiously checked the area around her, the anger still flooding out as she cried out, "You fucking coward! At least that Rey bitch tried to fight!" there was no response, in fact, it was incredibly quiet, Pepper slowing turning her emotions into a cautious nature, hoping to be ready for anything.

At that moment, something heavy dropped onto her, nearly making her fall to the ground before she stabilized. She couldn't see behind her, but she felt hands trailing in her suit, and that was the part where she snapped. She swung her arms up to grab the mass dragging on her, gripping what she could only assume to be thighs, and flung the body towards a column. Kasumi hit it and lost the air in her lungs, but quickly equipped her respirator, the extra air bringing her to action once again.

Meanwhile, Rescue hovered until she was just a foot away from her target. She landed, and decided to aim on of her boots down onto Kasumi's foot, crushing it when she dropped. The thief howled and made the crowd give a round of woos, and Pepper smiled as she opened her fist and aimed the repulsed right at Kasumi's forehead. Even without guidance, this shot would be a miracle to miss. She took her foot off of the thief's mashed one, and smiled, "Gotcha bitch!"

But, as she fired, nothing happened, nothing came out of her glove. Must just be an energy malfunction. She swapped to the laser on her knuckles, once again closing her fist and aiming it right at Kasumi. She tries again, and still nothing. Now she's concerned, why can't she shoot the girl's damn head off? She could hear a light chuckle, and saw as the thief was laughing her ass off, wincing only slightly as she opens up her omnitool. On it was a heavily detailed schematic of Pepper's armor, with a series of controls on the side. She looked at the Asian woman in fear as she rushed to the answer of her question.

Kasumi pressed something, and the suit opened up in the front, exposing the fact that Pepper was stark naked, a dildo stuffed up her cunt the entire time. The armor flung her out somehow, making her land just where Kasumi was if she hadn't rolled away. Pepper turned around to see the open suit standing above her, along with a small, circular device on the collar of it, not like the rest. Guess that's the culprit. Kasumi hijacked her suit with that disk.

Just as she was going to stand up, the armor flew to the left of her, Kasumi raising her arm up and summoning it to her. It morphed onto the thief like it was made for her, and it smelled lovely with all the arousal in it. Pepper was now on her feet and tried to kick up high as an attempt to hit Kasumi in the head, but the moment she was about to connect, the helmet stopped her. She shouted as her foot went full force into the metal, then howled when Kasumi latched her heavy arm onto the same leg, and closed down.

The bones were snapped like twigs, allowing time for Goto to pick herself up and lift Pepper into the air. She was dangling by her broken foot, and Kasumi didn't have the time to play. She swung the blonde woman straight into the floor, making her lose some teeth and smash her nose to a pancake. She then tossed the woman into another pillar, then went over some of the suit's functions until she found the perfect way to kill her opponent.

Pepper, battered by just two hits, knew she had to get up and fight her husband's gift to her. He would be so embarrassed. How could she just lose it like that? But alas, she wasn't about to give it. She picked herself up slowly, ever so slightly. Using the column she was launched into, she brought herself up to standing. She raised her pale fists in front of her and looked at the woman in her suit, "Is that all you got?!" She was about to charge, but before she could make an attack, Kasumi closed the fist to the rescue gauntlet, and a red light shined from the wrist. It was only one moment she did see it, because the next, her head was separating in two directions, her brain split in half and cut off from the body.

As Kasumi lowered the laser from the crown of Pepper to her cunt, she could feel the suit respond by plugging her holes with more dildos like the one currently hanging out of her opponent. The red beam was cutting through flesh and bone with ease, as if it wasn't even there. She saw the confusion and terror paint Pepper's eyes in their final moments, before falling short as the halves of her body were fully separated. After that, the pieces flopped to the floor, exposing each organ that had been seared to perfection, steam rising from both sides. The thief smiled, and unfolded the helmet to walk to her fresh kill.

Just as she made it there, another drone flew down to her, a syringe extending out the bottom. She raised her chin up and the arm holding the needle shot out, sticking into her neck and injecting whatever it held into her bloodstream. She could feel the pain in her leg dampen, until it was completely gone. Seems a donor delves into the medicinal route. After the drone leaves, she kneels to the corpse, takes out the pieces of the dildo, then steps away, making her way to the gate she entered out of.

"And there you have it," Callus roared, seeing the stunned expressions on most of the audience, all stunned at how the underdog of this fight destroyed the competition. She too was slightly shocked, being one of the ones to rank Kasumi so low, "Kasumi Goto everybody!" She cheered regardless, just excited to see another death of such caliber. She ignored the applause and turned to Audrey and Kyle, the pair still entangled in tentacles and kisses. Rolling her eyes, she called to them, "You two done?"

The hail brought the succubus's attention back to reality. She pulled away from Kyle, then looked to Callus, "Yeah, hold on," she turns back to Catwoman with a nod, and without hesitation, all the strings retracted as the robotic woman parted the space. They morphed back into the fake cock attached to her crotch, and she went to take her seat where Padme once sat. With that done, Audrey put her ass in her own spot, then asked, "So, whose next?"

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Round One, Battle Eight: Ashley Williams VS Captain Marvel

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After the board is cleared again, the arena changes shape another time. This time, it was another plain landscape, kind of just the inside of a spacecraft. Audrey knew it wasn't the most appealing sight, but it was good enough for this battle. She took a stand and looked over the crowd, scanning for the perfect guest. Her eyes fell on a well composed, but surprisingly mostly clothed Commander Keyes, only her pussy exposed by a clean cut in her pants. Her companion, a Spartan judging by her armor, had turned away from her lower region to catch some air, right before Keyes locked her legs around her head and forcing her mouth onto the Commander's slit. Audrey watched for a few minutes as the spartan tried to pull away, struggling for air, until she fell limp, Keyes's juices on her lips as she died.

The power play was too much to resist. Audrey swooped the woman into the box without any prior announcement, Keyes landing on Aria's lap with a thud. She didn't really pay much attention to the guest she just abducted, and let Aria have a go, now that she fully recovered. And with Selina right there as well, she was sure the military woman would be screaming in the next few minutes.

Audrey pulled a switch, the next contestant making their way as she spoke into the microphone, "Let's get this out of the way. From 1.331, the next fighter was a devout Christian, but has since repressed it when she not only fucked the entire crew of the Normandy, but also tasked with being the communication between men and women on the ship, as they went murderous whenever together. But after I took her away, the Normandy in 1.331 has reported to be a bloodbath, with the last member of the team being Liara before the ship crash landed. Might I introduce Ashley Williams!"

The doors open to reveal the very nude gunnery chief, the crowd giving a curt applause, but not as intense as some of the others. She didn't mind it though, and walked out with her assault rifle pointed up to the sky and resting against her shoulder, her firm, fairly sized breast sparkling in the light. She marched to the center of the arena, giving seductive poses and encouraging much more cheering to ensue. The audience did take the time to look, but if many were honest, they've seen enough normal brunettes in their lives, and snuffed plenty that it was pretty boring to see another.

Just as Ashley's confidence was at an all time high, the door behind her opened, and a luminous glow emitted. She turned and dropped her jaw when an equally naked futa girl floated towards her, energy surrounding her every muscle and her eyes as bright as stars. She takes a wavering step back as Audrey continues, "And for our second fighter, powers birthed from a infinity stone, those necklaces in the shop by the way are going at a discount right now, she rivals many heroes in her universe by her shear power, as well as her looks. When I snatched her, she finished choking her male counterpart out with her luscious appendage. Welcome, Captain Marvel!"

Ashley can hear the immediate difference in the audience, with a thunderous roar calling out at the sight of the blonde futa. And who could blame them, she had to admit, her opponent was quite the sight. Her power, not just her energy, but clear dominance was felt. Her abs, those sweet, tender abs, Ashley only knew one other who could rival them, and still Marvel dominated. Her posture was self-assured, not just confident, and her stare was killer, if Ashley wasn't careful, it very well might be. It was so hard to focus, she took a big gulp as she warily brought her rifle down to aim with.

She could hear the countdown, but it faded as she looked into the enemy's eyes. She could tell it would be an uphill battle regardless of her skill, and it was clear she was severely disadvantaged with only a gun, a belt with a grenade, and her very wet cunt as she admired the body about 10 meters away from her. She was no stranger to submitting to wonderous girl cocks, her time with Jack and Miranda there to prove it. But none of them could compete with the incredible unit that was Captain Marvel. Her rod, limp at the moment, hung at about 6 inches by itself, and was complimentary to the rest of her body. Her six pack, her tits, her biceps, every inch of the futa was laced in pure physique, and Ashley's mouth watered at the sight. It was just so-

As she was in her daze, the bell had rung, and the powerful captain nearly closed the distance between them in an instant. Ashley snapped out of it just as a fist was heading her way. The force of it sent her flying into the wall without a second of hesitation. Her body crumbled, her bones snapping and wounds ripping open, splattering the metal she connected with in her blood. Miraculously, she managed to hold onto her gun, and with what little energy she could manage after that hit, she raised it up and unloaded everything she had.

Alas, it was for naught. Almost all the bullets ricocheted off of her, except for one. It punctured just above Carol's left lung, but it was very clear from how she smiled that it was anticipated. She lowered her power enough for the bullet to make it in, just to moan out with the pain. It was so clear, that as the last of the clip was fired, and Ashley saw the wound, she was more mortified than before. She had damaged such a beautiful body, and it wasn't even expected. Shit.

With the barrage over, Carol clenched her fist, then charged forward with a roar. Ashley was so unprepared, she didn't even try to flee, just put the gun in front of her as a shield, even if it was pointless. Her stomach exploded in pain, Ashley carefully watching as Marvel's hand punched into her abdomen as if it was a wall of sheetrock. She hit the plating on the arena wall behind Ashley, the sound ringing out through the empty room, along with a cry from the injured woman.

She turned her head up and shouted out, "Fuck!" as the fist drove itself into her. After a moment, she held her breath and looked back down. In front of her was Carol's eyes, the glow removed to show her beautiful blue irises, matching her elegant features as much as her open grin, their lips inches from each other. Her chin had some splatter of red on it, and Ashley could tell exactly what it was.

"Feel that, you whore?" Captain Marvel finally spoke, letting her breath hit her opponent with the close distance, "You just lost, and you didn't even get a chance," she growled, then twitched her eyes down to Ashley's mouth. The next second, the soldier could've sworn it was a dream. Carol surged forward, locking her lips with Ash, closing her eyes and pushing her tongue deep into the chief's mouth. The world fades for a brief moment, but before she could even return the passion of the kiss, Carol pulls away. Along with ripping her fist out.

The red fluid gushes out like a broken hose, staining Carol's body in Ashley's life. She takes a few steps back, still holding her hand close to her, blood dripping from her closed fist. It was covered all the way passed the elbow, and stuck to her, as if it was her armor. Ashley, free to move, drops her weapon and shoots her hands down to where she was hit. It was a near perfect hole straight through, not even her spine was spared. With it gone, her legs didn't support her, and she fell to her knees, threatening to fall further. She gurgled up blood and spit it out, her teeth wearing what didn't exit her mouth like they were rusted.

As Carol watched her prey struggle to comprehend the pain, Aria held Keyes by her neck, with the only thing saving her being the Queen's patience. She was slamming deep into the Commander's ass, taking her time to also watch the show underneath. She needed to go quick if she wanted to enjoy her sleeve thoroughly. With her and Selina assaulting the human's pussy, they were making good progress. Audrey focused on the battle, keeping her mouth to the microphone, "That was quite expected. Let's just see how long she has left."

Right before Ashley can fully tumble to the ground, Carol catches her by her head, her blood stained hand running down and infecting Williams's hair with the crimson. When she stopped falling, she turned up to find the gorgeous Captain Marvel looking back at her, covered in red and her eyes with a sense of lust in them, as well as victory. She also noticed that she was in line with her opponent's now hardened cock, adding at least another four inches at full mast. She kept her focus to the blue pearls of Carol's eyes, seeking her reason for holding her. She must've been waiting for the confused look, because she quickly responded, "I saw you checking me out, bitch, don't be shy. You knew you didn't stand a chance in hell," she spit out, making Ashley red in her face at the charge, "How about you try," she trails off as she moves her hips forward lightly, letting her cock tap Ashley's nose, "This for the last act you make. Bring me pleasure just like you did to everyone on your ship. You don't belong in this arena, you know that. You were only ever meant to serve. So serve," she demands, gripping to Ashley's scalp with considerable force.

Ashley couldn't believe she was discovered so easily, and it was clear she didn't have any choice on the matter. Only if she was willing. But, that shouldn't be a problem. After all, what she said was true, and more true than she knew. The dominant tone, her demeanor, if she wasn't dying and covered in blood, this would've been a normal occurrence. And she had a specific behavior engraved in her mind after months of conditioning for this. Her submissive side resurfaced without a second thought, and all she could say before she touched the tip of Carol's member was, "Yes, Mistress."

Captain Marvel didn't expect that reaction, but she certainly wasn't complaining when those full lips engulfed her rod. Ashley had enough training in the art of blow jobs, and she demonstrated it lovingly in her last moments. Carol had to barely do any work in the act, only keep the girl from falling. And even then, she removed her hands from the hole in her chest to wrap around and hold to Carol's marvelous ass, Pun well intended, Ash thought as she squeezed the cheeks vigorously. She bobbed up and down the shaft at a steady pace, slowly picking up speed, letting her hear the sounds of approval come from her enemy above.

The rush of blood draining from her took its toll, however. Despite being a master at endurance, the fact that a whole chunk of her torso was gone was a lot of energy to outlast. But still, she kept to it, not wanting to stop until she heard her opponent scream in the throes of orgasm. She could hear Carol even say stuff like, "Fuck, yess. Good bitch. You were trained excellently!" The compliments strove her to push passed the pain, pursue her final fucking, and fulfill it to completion. The whole crowd watched in awe at the practice, even Audrey seemed moderately impressed, at both. At Ashley because of her fine work, but also at Carol for lasting so long against such a routine. If they weren't in this arena, they would find additions to her hero market.

During the height of her enjoyment, Carol could feel Ash start to lose her grip. Her hands fell away from the blondie's ass, catching her thighs as they swung, barely able to even keep that grip. Luckily, the super was close, and she already had an idea of what was going to do it. So, with how far Ash carried her, she would make sure to complete the mission while the girl was still alive. Her aura brightened as she unleashed just a tad bit of power to pick up the slack, hammering down her toy's throat with no regrets, ensuring that she would make it to the end.

The pounding Ashley had begun to receive with every slip she took was exhilarating. They were like a machine gun, hammering away ferociously without any cease fire. It was a relieving feeling, knowing she was beginning to fail her job. She could also hear the voice of Carol become more strained, her pace getting more rabid as she chased the climax building up. Her cock even started to pulse, and at that moment, Ashley knew she was about to finish her mission. Especially as Carol pulled back a bit, going out of her mouth to the tip, then readying herself, just like she did with-

Before she could have time to connect the occurrence, Captain Marvel thrusted forward with all her might, yelling, "Excelsior!" As her rod broke through the back of Ashley's head, the exit hole burst out like an explosion of flesh and gore onto the canvas of the metal wall, still stained in the two previous attacks. Marvel watched as the soldier's eyes widened at the pain, then instantly fell slack with the rest of her body dying in the very second after. But what little death throes there were, it was enough. Carol cried as her cock shot out her load onto the wall, holding the girl's head all the way down to her balls as they ejected her sperm out into the open for all to see.

As she drained her balls onto the arena, Aria pumped her sleeve full of her own delicious cream. When reached her peak, a loud snap sounded, and she let go of Keyes's neck, letting her head fall to the desk, her head twisted around to stare at her. With the winner clear, Audrey once again hit the speakers, "Well, there you have it. Don't know what you expected, but the winner is Captain Marvel!" The audience erupted in cheer, exchanged betting money, and slit throats in response, with multiple of the Ashleys in the seats being submitted to horrors. Guts spilled, strangled by their own intestines, brought together and having their cunts ripped out.

The reaction was visceral, but Captain Marvel just held her toy onto her rod, letting the last splashes of her cum fire, then going limp in the hold. After a minute of breathing, she pushed the fresh corpse off, then stepped away, leaving it to finally fall face first, ass up, onto the floor, the giant exit wounds exposed to Carol for the first time. Carol thought about leaving it and going back, but it was just such a fine piece, and too hard to passed down. So she huffed the body onto her shoulder, then floated on back to her cage, letting it close and await the next battle.

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Round One, Battle Nine: Sabine Wren VS Hela

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Audrey rolled the unsc commander off to the body pile, knowing that it would have to be disposed of after another couple. But she ignored the growing problem for now, and just readied herself for her next battle.

As she was getting up to the mic, Sabine was in her box, checking all her gear for the third time. It was fairly standard, a jetpack, blasters, wrist blasters and more. Including a precariously large dildo wedged up her ass. She never fought without it. Kept her constantly alert and in the mood, so if she ever got cornered, she could just sweet talk and fuck her way out of a situation. It was a trait that made her know as the most whore bounty hunter, rivaled only by Aura Sing, who literally had three kids from her escapades.

So, as she calmed her nerves, she worked on her own pleasure. She clasped her digits into her cunt repeatedly, whispering moans of delight into the air as she laid on the ground spread legged. The atmosphere here was amazing, with no one really judging her for having her body shown in all its glory, able to receive all the company she wanted before the match. It gave her a sense of pride knowing she was in such a healthy community, minus the death battles.

But as she was in the depths of her pussy, the cage began to move. Sensing it, she immediately went to redress herself. Unlike many others in the arena so far, Sabine saw the value in having practical coverings. So, she made sure that the armor was secured to her person, stashing all her weapons in it before the cell even came to a stop.

When it did, she could hear the faint sound of the announcer, rallying the combatant up. Hearing how many were for her was a massive confidence booster as well. "Despite only being a rank 2, this soldier has plenty of experience in her body. Please enjoy, Sabine Wren!"

The gates opened to reveal a land of rubble and space debris. It was a scrap heap, literally, and it covered the floor. She walked out into the middle, hoping to better detail the area. But that was just it, rubble. Trash that had been scattered haphazardly, making it difficult for her to march around. Many of the parts she couldn't recognize, though she did spot a wing from a tie fighter just a couple steps away.

"And for our next contestant," The booming voice of Audrey rang through again, excited as she tapped the other gate to open. It got about a third of the way before she started to talk, "She is considered the Goddess of Death on her world, responsible for entire realms downfalls. I have met many versions of her throughout my travels, and might I just say, they all have an exquisite taste for mutilation. Her preference in lovers are tough men, like her brother, but hopefully she can make do with a mandalorian. Please welcome, Hela!"

Out of the shadows of the open corridor, a completely nude futa stepped out. Her blakc hair ran down her shoulders, the strands all silky and clean. From Sabine's view, she was just a naked lady, nothing special so far. But still, her stride through the field, not hindered by the scrap heaps with such confidence, echoed power to her. Shee shivered when her opponent stopped, looked her over, and gave a loud laugh, "Oh, they can't be kidding," She breathes out in her throes of amusement, "You are woefully outmatched, I'm afraid."

Sabine almost faltered from the statement, but somehow managed to remain strong. Unhooking her blaster, she rose to an even level, "I wouldn't count me out until we start," She hissed back.

"Courage, I'll have to admit," Hela shook her head with a smile. She then darkened, having a cruel smirk on her face as she prepared herself, "I'll make sure you die well. Full of my spunk," she added as she dipped her head, running her hands through her hair. As she did, her crown materialized, the spiked helm added another foot to her towering appearance.

Everything around them faded a little bit. The cheers, the debris, the announcers' ambitions pointed at the crowd, all of it just in the background. Both were trained vigorously in combat, unlike many of the others in the tournament. The only difference was in abilities. Sabine knew what she was in for when the statement of her opponent read her as a Rank 6, one of the only ones in the games. You gained a higher score when you had more powers and strength, technological, supernatural, and physical alike. 6 was considered near god-like, and a Rank 2 was just a bit better equipped than a regular soldier, say like Ashley.

That meant, if she were to survive, Sabine would have to beat incredible odds. She would have to stay strong, and maybe if she could get that helmet, she could be a decent predator in these games. They waited, staring down each other, not moving until they heard the bell ring. Once it struck, Sabine raised her gun in the blink of an eye and was about to fire. The only thing to stop her was a black spike sheathing itself right into the barrel.

She spotted it before she could pull the trigger, immediately dropping the gun to try a different strategy. She shoots her arm out and fires her grapple. Hela didn't anticipate its destination, and was surprised when it nailed her right in her cock. Sabine pulled forward with all her strengh, making Hela howl as her rod was stretched out unnaturally. She fell to the ground and was being dragged into the center of the arena, Sabine keeping her eyes open for movement.

Just as she expected, the Goddess spun around and formed a blade, slicing the wire off her shaft and allowing her time to replenish. As she took in the space around her, Sabine boosted in the air with her pack, not letting the fallen figure below her out of her sight. She then dove downward, elbow at the ready. She slams her joint right into Hela's stomach, a cry of torment echoing out her mouth into the chamber.

Sabine went right into punching the futa beneath her, knowing her only way to beat her opponent was through dealing as much damage before Hela can recover and attack her. She battered the woman's breasts hard, managing to break the skin a little bit. It was barely a dent, but still showed her power. As she moves up to the Goddess's jaw, she noted her arsenal available to her. Her vambrace shot a nozzle out, and she plugged Hela's mouth. The goddess couldn't even comprehend it when Sabine activated the flamethrower and sent fire fuming down her throat.

It certainly wasn't the most pleasant experience, and Hela was near fainting by the time Sabine used the last shreds of fuel. And all the while, Sabine kept pummeling her with her free hand, a constant state of agony forming quickly. But while she was distracted, Hela still managed to form a small spike. It wasn't much, but it was what Hela had at the moment. She had to make it enough to count.

As Sabine took the burning fuel head out of her body to stand up, Hela struck. Sabine had her legs spread, and Hela took it as an advantage, bringing the dagger she molded to her crotch. She sliced through the exposed leather with ease, able to cut right into the girl's flesh, tearing her slit up. She bucked and fell, but Hela was one step ahead. As she fell, she landed herself right on top of the Goddess's cock, filling her injured folds.

When Hela had her ready, she flipped their positions, able to be on top finally. Before she started her onslaught, she wiped the blood from her face, laughing at Sabine's helmeted face, "I have to admit, that was a valiant effort, but it's my turn now." She pulled out to just her tip inside, then slammed it down with a vigorous speed. She repeated the effort relentlessly, not showing the concealed woman below her any mercy. Raising her hand up in the sky, Hela formed an ax out of thin air, and immediately brought it down on the Mandalorian.

Her helmet withstood the first strike, but Hela was far from done. With every hump, she swung downward. Her aim was perfect, hitting the same spot in the beskar each time. It made Sabine hit her head and her ears go numb from the rattling as it continued. She couldn't take this much longer, her mask began to cave in as she realized that. She had to think fast, anything to get away. Her hands searched the ground, Hela too into her attack to pay attention. She ran her glove against something solid, something like a pole.

Knowing it's not there to do too much, she took her all her energy to it. She closed her eyes, knowing that she was about to die regardless, and used all her momentum to swing the item upwards. It was much heavier than she expected, but for some reason, it didn't seem to connect. She was confused, and began to frighten when she figured the material missed, and now Hela was about to fuck her up.

She felt Hela drop to embrace her, her body in the throes of climax. Her cock tensed, then shot deep into her womb, absolutely impregnating the Mandalorian if she were to survive all this. She also felt her helmet get hit by something heavy again, assuming it was the ax and knowing Hela dropped it. Hela wasn't letting go, willing Sabine, even in her state of agony, to a gushing release and clasping down on the member stuffed within her. Hela clearly taking in the pleasure before she snapped Sabine's neck.

The crowd, she could hear now, was even cheering. She couldn't hear specifically what, but it definitely was about the finishing kill about to take place. She gave up completely, still holding the heavy object in her hand that was smushed by Hela's tits. The nipples even seemed to be lactating, because Sabine could feel them expel a liquid. The weight on top of her was massive, the limber goddess being rather dense.

She waited for what felt like forever, and thought as the final spurts of spunk entered, she would be a goner. But nothing happened, and the tension dragged along. Eventually, when she figured she wasn't going to die yet, she opened her eyes. When she expected to see Hela's eyes stare her down, she saw the sky. That confused her. The way her body was, she should be right there. It only took another second before she trailed her gaze down, and discovered the reason she couldn't see Hela's head. And the red throat pointing right at her, with cut marks on the fleshy border spelled the answer.

Sabine gasped as she realized she was beneath a corpse, and quickly rolled it off her. When she did, she lifted her arm to see what she was holding. Instead of being a pole, she actually picked up a sword. Bug this wasn't any weapon. It was intricately carved, the hilt a golden yellow with a blue jewel connecting the blade to it. The blade was shiny, aside from the bloodstain that covered a portion of it.

Sabine looked around, until she spotted a drone above her, hovering away. It made it's way to a kiosk station in the top level of the stadium, where an Adora was leaning against it, smiling at the champion below. She winked at Sabine, then boosted herself up and walked away.

Sabine returned her focus to the floor, looking at the corpse that she just pushed away. It landed on her ax, and it's blade sliced off her arm, the sharp metal efficient with such little force. Her head was to the side, still wearing the helmet. Carefully, Sabine reached for the severed skull, briefly admiring the shocked expression on Hela's face before she was back to her own surprise.

She actually killed the goddess. How?! Of course the sword, but how did she even stand a chance? It was boggling to think about, and while she was in her state of thought, the announcers took the opportunity to address the battle, "That looks to be as much a surprise for us as it was for those two down there. Our newest winner, regardless, is Sabine Wren! With help of a amazing donation. I wonder what that girl paid for it with," Audrey sighed, "Anyway, that was a great round. Tune in next time for a battle of projection and boobs, because Miranda Lawson and Raven are about to come to the stage! Which bitch will come out on top?"

As Sabine stared at the head that now adorned her bedside, she still pondered her own survival. She should've been a terrible bet to make, why would that Adora make such a risk. And what did she use for her sword donation. Typically weapons come as high ticket items, and Audrey never accepted true currency for at least a century. It was usually lives and other useful goods. So what made the woman that saved her give that much to keep her alive.

After looking into the cold eyes of her victim for another minute, she turned away, changing her focus to the new weapons she had. A magical sword and a crown capable of making her weapons to her heart's content. Her upgrade was massive. Had she already had these items, her ranking would at least be a 5. They looked powerful, and were powerful.

Suddenly, a tap was sounded at her bars, and she saw that is was the Adora who rescued her, "Hey, sweet cheeks. How are you holding up?" She smoothed over instantly.

"How did you get down here?" Sabine asked instantly, looking around for guards.

"Relax, I just told them they could have their way with my friends if I got to talk to you," She nodded over to her left. There, the guards were, their cocks out and fucking the Best Friend Squad. Catra was stroking four rods while sucking on three, Glimmer had a group rallying to rip her pussy to shreds, stretching it like a rubber band. Bow had a spear through his neck as three guards raped his ass senseless, his face contorted in pain.

When that concern was lifted, Sabine carried on her questioning, "Why did you help me?"

"Ah," Adora laughed, turning back to the Mandalorian while unzipping her pants. A long rod sprung from, about 10 inches in length, "I don't like explaining shit without a blowjob. Suck and I'll tell you."

Sabine rolled her eyes, but did as told. It wasn't her first futa of the day, of course, and definitely not in her lifetime. There were… A lot more dickgirl stormtroopers than she thought in the empire. More than men honestly, and Hera didn't aid her chances of being railed. So, it was little effort taking the beginnings of the length into her lips, hearing the approval of Adora in a sigh, "Much better, anyway," she said, bucking her hips gently, "I have a problem, that I would like for you to help me with. I-oh god- have a bunch of enemies in this stadium. Many that would Snuff me the second they saw me. What I need for you to do, is wit-huh your new crown, to take out as many as you can see. They're all Shadow Weavers and Glimmers, so just eliminate them all if you can. In return, I will donate you more powerful weapons and aid throughout the battles."

Sabine removed herself off the cock to stroke it and ask, "What do you use to donate?"

"Oh, that was easy, just my Catra's left arm and her balls. Apparently kitten testicles go for a lot," she chuckled, "So, you up for the challenge?"

Sabine looked at the weapons she had already received, wondering what she would have next to cook up. Smiling before going back down on the cock, she gave her answer, I'm in, bitch."

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