Street Fighter Catfight: Infiltrating Amnesia's Weapon

Cammy set the tea cup down, feeling a temporary peace she hadn't experienced in weeks. She smiled, thanking her friend, but not allowing the moment to linger. She didn't deserve to feel calm--not now, not while the world was in danger. "I came here, sadly, on business. But I'm glad we had time to catch up."

Chun-Li sat opposite her at the wooden table. Though it was simple in style, it was a masterwork upon close inspection. The kind of perfection of form only appreciable by a master, its detail lost to untrained eyes. "Well? You came all this way, don't hesitate now," she replied.

"I've discovered that the hacker group Amnesia is building a weapon," Cammy said gravely, "A technology that can give them access to weapons across the globe. It's not finished yet, but I need to get access to it before it is."

Chun-Li finished her cup, "I'll help. My students can manage the dojo in my absence."

Cammy smiled, "So quick to act. You really will want to hear the details--you might not want to dirty your hands in… this particular way."

Introduction 2: Laura & Juri

Meanwhile, in Salvador, Brazil, a pickpocket was fleeing down an alley. The thin-framed thief was cloaked in loose-fitting garments that covered them fully. There was a shout from a pursuer, "Hey! Stop now and it'll save you a beating, pao no cú!"

The thief was fast, but Laura was gaining on them. Though, she wasn't built for this kind of chase. If she could just get her hands on this guy, she'd put him in the ground! She rounded the corner to see the pickpocket stopped, waiting for her, in the middle of the hidden alley. "Pô, cara," Laura muttered, "What is this you're doing?"

The figure disrobed, revealing herself to be Juri. She tossed the stolen purse to Laura, who caught it in one hand. Laura's eyes narrowed. Juri cocked her head to the side, grinning wickedly, her left eye glowing neon pink, "Hey, friend. Thanks for jogging with me--you know it's dangerous for a lady to be alone."

Laura tilted her head to the side, frowning in an exaggerated way, "Uh, do I know you? You're not from around here, and I think I'd remember you."

Juri stepped forward, "You're the Matsuda fighter, right?"

Laura arched an eyebrow, "And proud. Why?"

Juri leapt forward, throwing a powerful kick at Laura's head. The strike was blocked with an elbow, and then the leg was grabbed in Laura's hands. Laura flipped Juri overhead, throwing her down the alley. Juri caught herself from hitting the ground with her hands, then sprung back into a flip, landing delicately upright. She stood, smiling, "You're not weak, just a little slow, it seems."

Laura rolled her shoulders, "I blocked the kick, didn't I?"

Juri laughed, "But not my hand."

Laura was confused, but then felt a breeze blowing. She looked down to see her breasts exposed completely! Juri had untied her shirt when she attacked, and Laura had missed it!? Laura quickly made herself decent (well, more decent) and Juri spoke, "There's an underground fighting event being held overseas. I'd win alone, but I need a partner to enter. You aren't completely dead weight, so will you join me?"

Laura paused a moment, then asked, "What's in it for you?"

Juri frowned, "None of your damn business. Just come with me and look pretty, let me beat everyone, and let your family name look good."

Laura stepped forward, "Nah, I'm a fighter. If I do this, I'm going to win on my own. You know my name, but you clearly don't know me."

There was a pause. "Well?" asked Juri.

Laura smiled, "Sure, but what are the rules?"

Introduction 3: The Arena

In a massive underground room, there is a wrestling ring surrounded by cameras. Overhead, there are numerous television screens showing the many camera views, as well as a chat display scrolling through the most recent comments. The wrestling ring was unusually large, made to accommodate a throne in the middle, raised up a few feet. In the throne sat Poison, her legs crossed, whip on-hand. She cracked the whip and stood, arms out, grinning chauvinistically.

"Guys, gals, and nonbinary pals! Thank you for joining us across the dark web to tune into tonight's fight! You know our usual tag-team sexfight rules, where contestants win by dominating their opponents. Points are gained by forcing the foe to cum, or using them to cum, or just by hurting them. Points are also awarded to fan-favorites through our voting system that tracks engagement!

"Finally, tonight's event has a special twist: Me! Your announcer will also act as another way to get points! If a fighter uses me as part of the humiliation of their opponent, they get bonus points! And, at my whim, I can give them tools from under my throne. Without further ado, let's get started!"

In one corner stood Chun-Li and Cammy. Chun-Li wore her blue and gold qipao dress. Her spiked weighted gauntlets gleamed in the bright white overhead lighting. Her clean white boxing shoes contrasted with thin black pantyhose. A camera zoomed in under her, honing in on an electric blue thong barely visible at just the right angle. Cammy wore her green leotard. It ran up to her neck, the only part of her it covered modestly. Otherwise, it was sleeveless and thong-style. Her black boots went up to her mid-calf, and her bright red gloves reflected in the overhead light like shiny toys. Her twin braids dangled behind her, swaying as she shifted her weight on the balls of her feet.

In the other corner stood Juri and Laura. Laura wore her green and yellow gi with a front-tied top. Her black thong was barely visible rising up on her hips above her low-rise pants. Juri wore her typical purple and black dudou and white, loose-fitting chap-style pants over skintight pink leggings. Her belt fell and curled behind her like a tail, and her left eye radiated an intense glare across the ring at her foes. "I didn't realize I'd have a real fight on my hands," she eagerly licked her lips.

Juri moved to enter the ring, but Laura entered first. Juri scowled, "How dare you!?"

Laura threw a hand over her shoulder, "I told you: I'm here to fight and win. Sit back and enjoy the show."

Cammy said to her friend, "Let's be careful. She's with Juri, so we'll save our strength and prepare for anything."

Chun-Li turned her head to Cammy with a smug expression, "Thanks, Mom."

Cammy scoffed in a laugh, and entered the ring, "We can't all be so casual."

Cammy Vs Laura

Cammy and Laura stood in the center of the ring, a few feet from each other. To their side, Poison sat on her throne, practically sitting between them. She said, "Alright, I want a gross, filthy fight for our audience. Ready? Fight!"

Cammy darted forward with incredible speed, launching several strikes to Laura's body. Laura barely blocked them, but exposed her head in the process, which Cammy delivered a swift sweeping kick to. Laura was staggered, taking a few steps back to collect herself. Juri grinded her teeth in rage, "So damn slow!" she yelled out.

"Fast little puta!" Laura grumbled.

Cammy surged forward again, so fast! Laura was on the backfoot, losing ground, taking hits that infuriated her. They didn't hurt, but her pride was fractured. She felt ropes hit her back, and she took a fully defensive stance, blocking the flurries against her. She saw on the screens how pathetic she looked. But then--on the screens--she saw her opening! Cammy came up from low, ready to deliver a slower, powerful shot to Laura's gut, when Laura opened her guard wide and wrapped Cammy up into a big bear hug. She snarled into Cammy's ear, "Tiny titty tot! I'll show you how small you are!"

She squeezed Cammy in her hug, crushing Cammy in her arms. Cammy gasped in pain, her arms pinned by her sides, legs kicking uselessly in the air. Laura was much taller than her, and skilled in her holds and grapples. Cammy grunted, "Let… go!"

Laura arched her back and squeezed harder, her massive breasts pressing into Cammy's much more reasonable pair. Cammy grit her teeth, feeling her tender breasts flattening against her chest. Laura's were much larger, and her clothing helped brace them together whereas Cammy's leotard left her breasts much looser. Cammy felt her arms tingling in early numbness, and her breath wasn't returning to her. Laura twisted her shoulders, grinding her breasts back and forth, eliciting a cry of pain from the smaller Brit. Laura laughed, asking, "What's wrong, girl? Can't handle all this woman? Not used to underground fighting!?"

Laura dropped forward, slamming Cammy to the ground, sandwiched between her heavier foe and the canvas. Laura leaned down with all her weight onto Cammy's chest, crushing her. The pain pierced through Cammy's body, finally forcing a scream from her lungs. Her face was wracked with pain, her face contorted and covered in sweat, and her teeth opened and closed uselessly. If only she could move her arms, or find any kind of opening.

Cammy's breasts were compressed against her, the soft, tender flesh protested to its owner. The special operative was pinned, unable to move, feeling her delicate chest crushed to bursting, and she couldn't even find the air to scream. She looked down to see Laura's massive breasts bearing down onto her, focused and forward by her tied top. Laura smiled, mocking her opponent below her, "Do you need a break? Go ahead and give up, and you'll get all the time you need."

Cammy grit her teeth and headbutt Laura. Laura was temporarily disoriented, and Cammy managed to shove the larger woman off her. She leapt up to her feet, clutching her aching breasts, but Laura was already recovered and launching forward. Laura's arms wrapped around Cammy's waist, and Cammy raised a fist high to start striking her opponent. But, she felt a shocking pain between her legs. Laura had gripped her leotard in her hands and pulled upward hard, as hard as she could, driving the fabric up into a violent wedgie.

Cammy'a face twisted up into an ashamed grimace, and she doubled forward trying to grab Laura's hands to alleviate the pain. Laura stood from her knees, lifting Cammy up into the air by her leotard, and Cammy screamed in pain. She was suspended in the air by her wedgie, legs kicking and hands on Laura's. She was then thrown to the ground face-down, and Laura slammed down onto her. Cammy was face to the canvas, on all fours, her butt in the air. Laura sat her large ass onto the back of Cammy's head. She moved Cammy's bottom to face Poison on her throne, and grabbed a handful of fabric to pull tightly up again.

Cammy screamed, muffled, into the floor and banged her hands on the canvas. She felt like her pussy lips and asshole were being cut into by the fabric, the feeling compounded by the embarrassment of knowing this was being streamed online. Laura slapped an open palm against Cammy's ass, sending it bouncing for the cameras. Cammy felt her asshole, pussy, and ass cheeks stinging in pain. Cammy wailed, her legs kicking, as Laura held her ass up in one hand by her leotard and used her other to turn her cheeks pink. The cameras zoomed in on Laura's red hand print across Cammy's ass while it wiggled and writhed.

Laura laughed, spanking Cammy, "Let's have a party, here! Poison! Come get in on this action, yeah?"

Poison stood, smiling, and descended from her throne. She sauntered over to the fighters. Her whip dragged along the ground behind her, the index finger of her other hand resting on her grinning lips. There was a growing bulge in her shorts as she stepped within a foot of Cammy's protruding ass. Laura reached up, saying, "Allow me," and unzipped Poison's shorts.

"Wow!" Laura smiled, watching a huge cock flop forward across her face, a thick line from her chin to her forehead.

Laura, excited, gripped Cammy's clothes and pulled harder--harder! Cammy screamed, clawing at Laura's ass, accomplishing nothing. She felt her holes being torn into by the biting material. She succumbed to the pain, pounding her clenched fists into the canvas in agony, feeling Laura now flossing her undercarriage by running the tightly tugged leotard back and forth across her nethers. Then--an instant of relief as she heard fabric tearing. Cammy's thong-style bottom had shredded, pulled too hard against herself, and her anus and vulva were proudly displayed to the cameras. But, more urgently, they were displayed to Poison and Laura.

Laura spat out a thick, slick glob of saliva onto Cammy's asshole, and Cammy grimaced in the shameful sensation. She cried out, "What are you doing back there!?"

She felt something big press against her anus. Her eyes widened. "No," she muttered, then, her voice rising, "No! Wait! Not there!"

Poison plunged her prick into Cammy's butt, and the penetrated operative screamed in a pitch that could crack glass. Laura leaned back, smothering Cammy's sounds, wiggling back and forth to humiliate her. Poison pounded hard into the virgin ass, focused intently on her own pleasure. Laura placed a hand on each of Cammy's buttocks, helping to spread them for Poison's accessibility. Poison smiled comfortably, speaking into her microphone, "Folks watching, this is a sad display from Cammy. Can we get some "F"s in the chat?"

The screens overhead saw a surge of activity from commenting participants, all ironically spamming the letter symbolizing respects paid. Cammy spoke from under Laura's bulk, begging through braced teeth, "Please! OH, fuck--hnhh! Please--hunh--stop… FUCKING my ass!"

Each thrust drove air out of Cammy's lungs. Each withdrawal felt like her guts were being scrambled. Each breath she fought for from her awkward position was sweaty and labored. Cammy didn't know what to do. She'd never fought like this--never been hurt like this. She'd never trained for this. She heard Chun-Li shouting something, but couldn't hear what it was from underneath Laura's ass. Her eyes peeked out from beneath it, barely making out the words formed on her friend's lips. "Do it back to her", she saw.

Cammy reached up over the ample bottom above her, grasping desperately at the flesh until her fingers caught a thin piece of clothing. She gripped tightly on the thong, and then jerked her hands up. Laura squealed, jumping up. She stood, her hands on her butt, scrambling to pick her thong out of her ass. Cammy took this opportunity immediately, diving forward to get away from Poison. She stood, tenderly adjusting her stance from her damage. Doing so was almost as bad as receiving it in the first place--refreshing the stinging, cutting pain of the wedgie and her twitching, stretched asshole.

Poison sat back on her throne, her slick cock hanging out, twitching. She lowered her shorts, letting her huge balls hang down, swaying slightly. The two fighters stood opposite each other, ready to fight again. Laura stood tall, hands on her hips, grinning, "You liked getting spanked so much that you just can't wait to come back for more?"

Cammy smiled, fists raised, "No, I think I'll be the one doing the spanking this time."

They launched toward each other. Laura brought a strong arm down onto Cammy's shoulder, trying to get a headlock. Cammy dodged deftly, driving a fist into Laura's breast. Laura caught her breath in her throat, clenching her teeth and clutching her aching tit. Cammy pivoted, rotating around, throwing several more punches to Laura's body. Laura dropped to one knee, her arms around her torso, and Cammy delivered a devastating kick to her head. Laura flung back, falling to the canvas. She started to rise, but Cammy jumped up, slamming her combat boots down into Laura's chest. Laura screamed, rolling back and forth on the ground, her hands clutching her ample, flattened bosom. "My tiiiiits!" she cried.

"Now that I'm fighting dirty too, you don't have a chance. Give up," commanded Cammy.

Laura brought herself, shakily, to her feet. She panted in pain, holding her left breast in her right hand. She said through a set jaw, "Nah, puta. I'm still awake, and I'm gonna make that your problem."

Cammy set her gaze toward Laura's swinging chest, knowing her plan to end this. Laura surprised her by jumping into the air toward her, arms overhead, preparing to crash down on Cammy with a highly risky, potentially powerful hail mary attack. Cammy spun, bracing with a hand on the canvas, striking out with the heel of her foot. Timed perfectly, her foot collided with Laura's crotch, halting her momentum in an instant.

Laura fell to the floor, landing on her shaking feet, hands on her pussy. Her arms pushed her breasts out--a perfect target. Cammy reached forward and tore off Laura's top, unleashing a pair of massive brown boobs. The screens overhead displayed Laura's shocked expression and exposed chest. Cammy delivered a deadly barrage of fists into the dangling tit meat, each punch throwing each breast into the air before crashing into another strike. She was juggling her foe's fatty jugs, combo-ing into a seeming eternity of pain for Laura. Laura wailed in agony, stepping back and trying to block. She raised an arm, but Cammy slapped it away and threw an agonizing hook punch. Her knuckles pounded into Laura's sensitive nipple, compressing it down through the mammary and grinding it against Laura's ribcage as Cammy twisted her punch.

Laura stumbled back, losing her footing, and she felt a familiar dread as her back hit the ropes. There was no more ground to give. Her arms fell behind her, hanging over the ropes uselessly, her energy spent and her muscles weak. She'd felt her stamina leaving her, but was forced to confront her failure when Cammy had so easily swatted away her guard. Her only advantage to this point had been her strength and willingness to fight dirty. Now, Cammy was dominant in both these domains.

Laura's huge breasts were fully hanging out, unbraced by her top. Before, a punch would hurt, but that would be the end. Now, however, each punch rocked its target, throwing the boob around, its own weight detrimental to Laura's pain receptors. She looked beside her, seeing her ally, Juri, only a foot away. She held out her hand to tag-out. Her trembling hand held out to nothing. Juri smiled, crossing her arms, refusing her teammate. Laura's eyes widened in fear. Juri giggled, saying in a breathy voice, orgasmic, "Don't stop, Cammy: Maul her mommy milkers."

Cammy threw another punch, but Laura caught it in a surprisingly fast grip. A vein pulsed on her temple, and she leaned forward with effort. She snarled, "I'm not done!"

Laura glowed slightly, crackles of electricity darting across the surface of her skin. Cammy tried to disengage, but Laura held firm with the remains of her strength. Both fighters were aware of this moment: Laura was exhausted, and this was her final attack. Cammy, unable to break the grab, threw a knee to Laura's side, which was a direct hit. But, Laura ignored the pain and reached forward, grabbing Cammy's breast in her hand! Her fingers sank in around the tit, barely covered by thin fabric, and Laura squeezed. Cammy groaned in pain, shifting her weight to kick Laura again. Then, she was overwhelmed with pain.

Cammy collapsed to her knees, screaming as a surge of electricity ran through her body. A burning heat seared from her breast and down through her feet into the ring. Laura released her foe's wrist, now gripping both of Cammy's breasts in her hands. Laura roared, forcing her power out with great effort, holding out as long as possible. Cammy wailed in a buzzing song. The air smelled of ozone and smoke after a few seconds. Laura stopped, catching her breath. For a moment, the only sound was the beleaguered breathing of both fighters.

Cammy slowly reached up, grabbing Laura's wrists. Her eyes were unfocused, her hair strands unkempt in a frizzy little coat on her braids that were otherwise still tightly bound. A trail of drool trailed down her chin. Her leotard was faded in two handprints, the material weakening under the attack. Her grip was weak. Symbolic of her resistance, but impractical. Laura smiled. She grabbed the leotard at the arm holes, pulling the fabric together toward Cammy's sternum. Each of Cammy's boobs fell out, her garment now bunched up between them. Cammy's grip remained during this process, but offered no resistance. As Laura placed her palms over Cammy's nipples and sank her fingers into the delicate, soft skin, Cammy weakly muttered, "Don't."

Laura, her skin slick with sweat, her breasts jiggling with each heavy breath, replied, "Give up. I've got plenty of juice left."

A moment passed without word. Then, the room filled again with the cries of agony of a woman getting her tits tased. Cammy threw her head back, screaming up into the ceiling. Her body lit up with the searing, seizing pain of electrocution. She felt it dance over her sensitive skin, reddening it. She felt it pulse in an unfathomably rapid current within her fatty mammaries. She felt it complete its circuit down through her legs. It felt like eternity passed before it ended, but after almost ten full seconds, Laura was spent. Laura fell back onto the ropes, barely clinging to lucidity. Cammy, likewise, held up only by leaning forward, face on Laura's crotch. She caught her breath, but realized her grip on Laura's wrists was still held. Despite everything, her body unconsciously stood defiant.

She shakily stood, assessing her condition. She first saw her bright pink breasts fully exposed, with light scorch marks at five dots where Laura's fingertips had lain. Then, she realized a wetness between her legs--she'd lost her autonomy for a moment, and had apparently emptied her bladder. She wrinkled her nose, disgusted, but moved on from the embarrassment quickly. She'd experienced worse in training. The places she'd had to clean mud out of--THAT made her shudder. She regained her presence and her strength. Laura knew, too, what came next.

Cammy prepared her finishing attack. She stepped into close quarters and twisted her full weight into an explosive uppercut. Laura's breast launched upward like a cannonball, punching her in the face, knocking her senseless. She sagged onto the ropes, her bruised breasts swaying as she bounced. Cammy turned her back and walked toward the center. She held up to fingers to Poison, beckoning her forward.

Poison chuckled, "I thought you'd never ask. I'm like the girl with two dates to prom."

Poison strode behind Cammy, walking to Laura, who'd slid and fallen forward off the ropes to land on her face. Cammy reached down, grabbing Laura by the hair, and dragged her head up. Laura, eyes spinning, mumbled, "Huh?"

Cammy grabbed Laura's face in one hand, squeezing her mouth open by the cheeks. Cammy looked up at Poison, ordering her, "Fuck her face."

Poison slid her length down Laura's throat while Cammy shoved her foe's face forward from behind her head. Laura gagged and choked on the immense member, her eyes rolling up from oxygen deprivation. Cammy released her grip, and Laura pulled the dick out of her mouth, coughing. Cammy stood behind her, grabbing her weak arms by the wrists and pulling Laura's arms behind her back. Cammy planted a firm foot on Laura's back, and said, "Last chance, Laura. Forfeit or you know what comes next."

Laura opened her frightened mouth to give up, but Poison immediately shoved her cock down Laura's opening before she could. Poison laughed, "That's right, we do know what comes next: Me!"

Cammy's hold prevented Laura from moving, and Poison's fervent pumping signaled an imminent explosion. Laura's panicked, muffled screams showed her reluctance to take a load live on-camera, but her protests weren't a factor in that inevitability. The sound of balls slapping chin filled the room, and Poison grunted, "You like the taste of Cammy's asshole? No? Aw, well don't worry. I'm about to wash that taste out with something else."

Poison slammed her dick down to the base, feeling Laura's big lips on her pelvis. She wriggled, gasping, "Fuck! I'm cumming!"

Laura closed her eyes, feeling the dick pulsing in her mouth and the balls rising in Poison's sac, brushing up and bumping against her pillowy lower lip. Poison sighed in pleasure, then pulled out. Laura coughed out a huge load of cum onto the floor, and Cammy released her hands. She fell forward, her face hitting the small white pool she'd just spat out. She flipped over onto her back. Then, Laura's eyes closed, unresponsive but breathing.

Poison smiled, "Well, that's a first in this ring, folks! Despite being a tantalizing sexfight, we have an actual knockout! I'm not even going to count out, here, since her teammate is already entering the ring!"

"Wait–what's this?" Poison continued, baffled, "Juri is attacking her partner!"

The cameras jerked to Juri, barely catching her in-time to see her run up and punt her toes between Laura's spread legs. The strike was explosive, the sound that echoed in the room was that of a gunshot. Laura awoke instantly, lurching up to a sitting position and screaming. A second kick to the side of her head sent her unconscious and rolling a few feet away. Juri laughed gleefully, hand over her mouth, "What a pathetic cow!"

Poison dragged Laura to the edge of the ring, face down and unconscious. She muttered, "A little help getting her out, Hugo?"

A large stagehand came out to pull Laura out of the arena. The cameras panned back to the two fighters at the ring's center, standing before Poison's throne. Cammy had adjusted her leotard to cover herself again, though the tatters of its thong hung down loosely. She stared intensely at Juri, glaring. Juri, in contrast, paid no attention to her foe, instead casting an apathetic leer toward the fallen Laura. Cammy spat out in a vengeful tone, "Have you any shame? Does any part of you recognize embarrassment for displaying such a careless attitude for your ally?"

Juri turned toward Cammy with a distant gaze, "This next minute is gonna be really important for you. If you want to save yourself, you'll give up quickly. I don't care to waste energy on you." Juri raised her chin, her smile splitting her face into a maniacal grin, "You're not even a fucking warmup."

Poison announced, "We'll soon start the next round. But first, to reward our hardworking Cammy, I'll give her a gift!"

Poison produced from under the throne, a small wooden club. She tossed it to Cammy, who caught it and took a stance with it in front of her. Poison said, "This night stick, something I'm well-acquainted with both on the business and operating ends, should help to even the playing field with a fresh opponent."

Juri licked her lips, "Don't use a weapon unless you're prepared to have it turned against you."

Poison shouted, "Ready? Fight!"

***

Cammy Vs Juri

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Juri was on Cammy in a flash, the cameras couldn't keep up. Her hand was already on Cammy's, restraining the weapon. Juri leaned in close to Cammy's ear, giggling, "When I take this from you? Guess where it's going!"

Cammy kicked out, sweeping her leg to trip Juri. However, her foe hopped up, twisting in the air and clamping her thighs over Cammy's head. Her hand still on the club's handle, Juri violently turned, flipping Cammy in the air and slamming her down hard. Cammy's hot breath was forced out, and Juri knelt up over her face. She squatted down, pressing her pussy over Cammy's mouth, lifting up and bouncing on her face a few times. She cackled maniacally, "Cameras, get in on this! Haha! I'm fucking teabagging her!"

She wrenched the club out of Cammy's oxygen-deprived grip. Then, she cartwheeled off of Cammy. The British fighter leapt to her feet, furious. Juri was hopping in-place, spinning the club, laughing. Cammy said, "You'll regret letting me get up."

Juri dropped her gleeful demeanor in an instant, morphing her face into a glowering, disgusted face, "I sincerely. Doubt. That."

Cammy launched forward with a leading kick, which Juri blocked and swatted away. Using this momentum, Cammy threw a rolling kick with her other leg. Juri deflected this too. Cammy twisted, launching a few quick jabs and pivoting into a powerful straight punch. Juri parried each of these. Cammy felt her tiredness in her bones, slowing her strikes and dampening their force. Finally, her punch was grabbed by Juri, who said, "Try it some more--maybe your next one will work?"

Cammy roared in anger, "You arrogant bitch, I'll–EEYAAAH!"

The club was swung with force into her pussy, hitting her clit dead-on. Juri stepped in, leaving the club between Cammy's unsteady legs. Juri wrapped her arm around Cammy in a gentle embrace, her hand behind her foe's head. She slid her wriggling tongue into Cammy's ear, repulsing her. Then, she whispered, "Bullseye?"

She let go and Cammy slumped to the ground, quaking, with tears in her eyes. Juri leaned forward, hands on her knees, "Aw, you okay? Did I hit your widdew cwiddy?"

She planted her ass onto Cammy's belly, pinning her arms at her sides. She spread open Cammy's clamped-shut legs, displaying her vagina to the cameras, "Here, let me get a look at it to see if you're okay."

Juri poked and prodded with the club, wrestling with Cammy's legs as she did so. But, Cammy had little strength left to resist. Each jab with the club refreshed her battered, sensitive pussy lips and intensely stinging, tingling clitoris. The pain was unfathomable--her most delicate place had been hit with incapacitating power. Juri said, "Oh no, look, you're fine! See?"

She jammed the club harshly against Cammy's sensitive vulva, and Cammy screamed. Juri spoke gravely, her gaze turned behind her, at Cammy's eyes, "Hey. You remember when I smashed this club into your pleasure pearl?"

She paused. When no answer came to her, she jabbed the club against Cammy's pussy again, "I'm TALKING to you! Sound off, dumbass!"

Cammy wailed in agony, shaking her head side-to-side, "Yes! God, I remember! Yes!"

Juri removed the club. Then, she smiled, "Yeah, me too. Good memories."

Another pause, then, she continued, "I just wish I could remember it better. Hey, I have an idea! What if I did it again!?"

Cammy begged, "Stop!"

Juri slammed the bludgeon down, hard, again onto Cammy's clit. Cammy's back arched like a possessed woman, her vision blurring from the pain, but it wasn't over. Juri placed her other hand onto the club's tip and twisted it back and forth, pressing it between Cammy's labial lips. Cammy wept, sobbing from the torture. Juri scowled, "Ugh, gross. What a fucking crybaby. Here, let me get you a pacifier. Poison!? Get your ass over here."

Cammy's eyes opened to see a pair of hanging balls and an engorged cock. She grit her teeth in pain and shame. Juri licked the club up and down, coating it in her saliva, then pressed its thick, girthy tip against Cammy's front entrance. She pressed inward, spreading Cammy's lips, and started burying the item into her. Cammy screamed, and Juri mocked, "Shut up! I'm playing 'hide the bone' down here!" She pumped the massive tool in and out of Cammy's hole, sighing, "Poison, shut her up!"

Poison squatted down, plugging Cammy's mouth with her testicles. Her nose was partially blocked by the loose skin, but their weight was localized to her tongue. One nut could occupy her mouth at a time, and its weight and the claustrophobia gagged her. Juri laughed, fucking her foe with the weapon, "Yeah, slut, wash her balls off with your tongue and maybe I'll keep your baby-maker intact!"

Cammy felt Juri place a fist on her pussy, and she squealed up into Poison's sagging sac. Juri yelled, "Clean them! I mean it, or you'll get some angry pussy punches."

Cammy was horrified at the thought. The last hits left her delicate and bruised. She couldn't imagine getting hit right now. She sucked deeply, pulling Poison's left nut into her mouth and closing her lips around it. She suckled it like a teat, her mouth pumping gently and rolling it in and out within her mouth, back and forth over her tongue. Juri's club was thick, stretching her vaginal walls beyond anything she'd felt. Its smooth stiffness slid in and out of her, but not easily. Every plunging thrust was a forceful parting of her insides, and each wrenching retreat left twitching discomfort in the muscular tunnel that couldn't close as quickly as Juri could move. Cammy groaned in discomfort, her vibrating vocal chords buzzing Poison's balls. Poison sighed, feeling the sensation strongest on the nut inside Cammy's mouth, but also feeling the other nut dance on top of Cammy's soft cheek.

Juri rested one hand on her cheek, elbow on the canvas, bent forward with a bored expression as she pounded the massive insertion into her opponent. "Poison? Is she going a good job?"

Poison gasped, her dick twitching, oozing precum that hung down in a string on Cammy's chin and neck. She said, breathlessly, "Oh, God, YES!"

Juri grumbled, "Well, could she be doing better?"

Poison replied, "Hmmmmm," stretching the moment out.

Cammy, panicked, redoubled her efforts, sucking and licking, rubbing and moving the nut in her mouth. She pushed it out, moved her head, and took in the other testicle. She slid it back and forth between her lips, sucking it into her mouth and pushing it back out with her tongue. She rolled it over her rounded lips, kissing it passionately when it was outside and flicking her tongue against it vigorously when it was inside. She closed her eyes, praying that she wouldn't be hurt more. Poison said, finally, "Well, she's licked them off pretty good. But, she could be talking more. You know, I don't really feel very special to her."

Juri smiled, "Aw, I understand. That's gotta suck, huh? Cammy's such a little whore that she'll just suck anyone's balls. I'll make sure she feels like a dirty little slut for that."

Juri grabbed Cammy's weak, tired legs and lifted. She raised them back, tucking her elbows behind their knees, bending Cammy at the waist so her ass was more accessible. Juri withdrew the club fully, holding the shiny stick up for the camera. She giggled, "It's like a baby's arm! Haha, can you guys believe this was inside her, Chat?"

She pressed its tip against Cammy's asshole, and Cammy's body tensed up. The cameras watched her ass clamp down, uselessly, unable to stop Juri from jamming and twisting the club to bury it into her back entrance. Cammy screamed, and Poison's beet-red face betrayed that she was at her wit's end. Poison pulled her balls out of Cammy's mouth. Cammy, horrified, desperately said anything to help end her punishment, "I love your bollocks, only yours! Please, stop her! I'll do anything, but my ass can't take this!"

Poison plunged her hard cock into Cammy's mouth, burying it down to the base. Poison thrusted animalistically, rapidly pleasing herself without concern for Cammy's breathing. Cammy wriggled, getting stuffed at both ends, desperately catching breaths between thrusts. She could time an inhalation when Poison pulled out, when her cock was out of her throat and her nuts were off her nose. Cammy was finally adjusting to this rhythm, when her focus was disrupted! She felt hands massaging her tender tits, causing her pain on contact. She groaned pitifully while Poison squeezed them and ran her rubbing hands over them. She greedily tore the leotard open, causing them to flop out. Their bare skin was pimpled with goosebumps in the air.

Poison's fingers ran over the soft flesh, gripping and massaging and jiggling them for her pleasure while Juri's ass pounding picked up in pace. Juri laughed, sounding genuinely astonished, "Holy fuck, are you getting wet!?"

Cammy's eyes shot open. She felt her fluids crawling down between her thighs, lubricating the club more. Juri laughed, and Cammy felt a tear trickle down her face. Poison's massaging was spreading a pleasant warmth over her, and her ass had now adjusted to the vigorous thrusting. Some deep, primal part of her that she hadn't known existed, did find this shameful fucking arousing. Her rational mind was revolted by this unabashed enjoyment. she felt betrayed by her body. Poison pinched her nipples, and she felt her pussy quiver in reaction. Juri cackled, "Her clit's coming out, and her lips are swelling! What the fuck? You really are a whore. C'mon Poison, fuck her throat like she wants."

Poison was close, and the precum was mixed with Cammy's spit, coating her throat in a salty mucus. Cammy felt Poison twitching in her mouth, and opened her eyes to see Poison's huge nuts slam into her face. Poison moaned in ecstacy, "Fuck, it's a big one! Here it comes!"

Cammy felt unfathomable emotion. Her ass was sending her signals of pleasure, each violating thrust tingling her nerves and even squeezing through her body and stimulating the senses in her vagina. Juri was angling the club up so its tip pressed against her navel, this forward protrusion rubbing against her most dense bundles of nerves in her pussy. And, during this, all her face could sense was Poison's climaxing genitals. Those huge balls were planted firmly against her face, squeezing and tightening as they shot their cum up and out through that massive cock that her throat was hugging and squeezing. Her tender tits had been caressed lovingly, but were now only tools for Poison's exploitation. This used state, this pitiful look, it pushed her into a new place. Cammy came.

She felt her fluids gush out, and she bucked and kicked as the muscles in her pussy contracted. She moaned onto Poison's dick. Her asshole puckered, and Juri finally couldn't move the club. It was immersed to the hilt inside her. She gulped down the surge of cum Poison blasted down her throat. For a second, Poison held her softening cock inside her mouth, and Cammy relaxed, exhausted. Juri said, "Well, wasn't that nice?"

Juri placed a closed fist against Cammy's clit. Cammy's breathing hiked, air caught in her throat. Her voice shook, "Wait–"

Juri punched with full force directly onto Cammy's pussy. The strike sandwiched Cammy's clit, her most dense bundle of nerves, crushing it against the rock-hard thick rod inside her. Cammy screamed in agony, her orgasm heightening her senses and making her much more vulnerable, on top of the prior injuries already inflicted. Her face was scrunched into a wrinkled mess. Flecks of spit sprayed from her quaking lips, sweat poured off her forehead and into her crying eyes, her throat was raw. She inhaled just as Juri punched her again.

And again.

Juri pummeled Cammy's pussy, beating the engorged lips red. Cammy's snotty spit flung into the air as she screamed, "That's it! I give–"

Her forfeiture was prevented by Juri sliding back, clamping her thighs down and planting her own crotch over Cammy's face. To prevent Cammy from moving, she tucked her feet under her foe's head and pressed up, pinning her head. She cackled, "Not yet! I'm not done!"

She slapped with an open palm on Cammy's clit, but her new position necessarily freed Cammy's hands. Cammy shoved Juri off her, barely gaining an inch, screaming, "I yield!"

Poison moved to separate the fighters, and Juri's final spiteful move was to stomp her heel down onto Cammy's tits. Cammy cried, curled up in a ball on the canvas, whimpering. "Hugo, we need you again. A whole lot of unusual outcomes today."

The large assistant carried Cammy off in his great arms. Chun-Li stood in the ring, taking her stance. Her burning glare intensely focused on her opponent. Juri, less apathetic than before, never lowered her gaze from her foe's eyes. As Cammy was carried out, she muttered weakly, "Wait, I need to watch."

Hugo paused, staying by the ring, turning so Cammy could see her friend fight. Poison spoke into her microphone, "Well, viewers, let's move onto the final bout. But first! A gift for Juri for her incredible spectacle!"

Poison tossed a coil of rope to Juri, who caught it in her left hand. In her right, she held the club, still slick with Cammy's cunt gunk. Juri smiled at Chun-Li, saying, "Let me guess: You're mad, right?"

Chun-Li took her stance, one hand out and one hand crossing her torso, with one leg out. Her focused silence answered Juri, who nodded in a smug, knowing nod, "You're mad."

Poison yelled, "Ready? Final Round! Fight!"

***

Juri Beats Chun-Li

***

Both women launched forward instantly, blinding in speed. Juri somersaulted, launching a deadly kick over Chun-Li's head, but Chun-Li matched the kick with her own powerful rolling kick that canceled its energy. A sound of an explosion burst from their clash, rocking the cameras and making the feed unsteady. Juri laughed chaotically, swirling in the air and spinning her heel through an arc in the air, aiming at her foe's torso. Chun-Li similarly spun, flipping upside-down and rotating to counterattack. Both fighter's hands blocked their opponent's strike. Both fighters were flung back a few feet, sliding across the rippling canvas. Juri stood, grinning wildly, "Finally! You have no idea how long I've wanted this!"

Chun-Li was upon her, weaving dozens of light, rapid strikes with her hands. Juri didn't raise her hands, leaving them limply at her sides, dodging each strike with relaxed posture. Juri furrowed a brow, taunting, "Are you gonna go back to trying any time soon? Or–"

Suddenly, her eyes widened. A blue glow exploded from her foe's hands, and a detonation of burning flame knocked her backward–a direct hit to her chest! She tried springing back up, but Chun-Li had surged forward to follow her opponent, and when Juri scrambled onto her hands and knees she looked up to see Chun-Li already crouched down in front of her. Chun-Li launched a double-kick from the floor, planting both feet onto Juri's face, blasting Juri spinning along the ground with a bloody nose. Juri used this rotational momentum to leap to her feet, but Chun-Li was above her, flying through the air and colliding her knee into Juri's head. Juri dropped to one knee, dizzy. She blinked a few times, then inhaled deeply. She forced air out of her nose, snorting out the blood, and forcefully shook her head once to reset herself mentally. She felt the club had been knocked from her hand, clattering along the ring floor to the center, rolling until it stopped at the throne. She tried to stand, but her movement was restrained–"What the fu–!?"

Her expletive was censored by Chun-Li's massive ass pressing against her face, burying her head between its muscular cheeks. Juri let out a muffled scream, but Chun-Li sighed, finally speaking, "What was that? I couldn't hear you."

Juri tried standing, fighting, but her hands wouldn't move. She felt rope digging into her wrists, and surmised that Chun-Li had quickly used her dazed state to restrain her against the ropes of the ring. She felt her opponent leaning back, forcing her to fall backward against the ropes, smothered by her ass. Chun-Li wiggled her hips, twisting back and forth, shimmying on her feet to wiggle her butt back and forth, dragging Juri's face with her motion. Chun-Li asked Poison, loudly so as to be heard over Juri's protests, "Is this adequately humiliating for my opponent? I want to make sure I do this right."

Poison nodded, "You're doing great, thanks for asking."

Chun-Li nodded, "Great." She turned back to Juri, whose face was dangerously red, and said, "You should be honored to get a faceful of my butt. Most people would pay extra for this experience."

Chun-Li stood up straight, and Juri gasped for air. She caught her breath unusually quickly–or she must've, since she was immediately hurling insults at her opponent, "You fat fucking cow, your cottage-cheese ass is the ugliest thing I've had grace my gorgeous face!"

Chun-Li narrowed her brow, "Now that's hurtful. Maybe you're confused after fighting Cammy–I insist that you get another look."

Chun-Li turned back around, but then pulled down her underwear and tights, exposing her bare ass to Juri's face. Chun-Li continued, "I assure you that you'll find only a toned seat, and you'll agree with me in a moment."

Juri whimpered, "Wait, no way," before the ass was again pressed against her face.

Chun-Li's bare ass, easily dwarfing Juri's head, shoved hard against the ropes of the ring, sandwiching Juri's face in between the muscular cheeks. Chun-Li clenched her buttocks, squeezing Juri's face and tucking it somehow even deeper into her crack. She gyrated her hips, dipping back and sashaying against her opponent–anything to wriggle her face against her bottom. Then, Chun-Li decided to finish her off. She said, "Alright, Juri, let's give you a break."

She thrusted her hips forward, bending at the waist flexibly quite far but leaving her hands on the ropes behind her, by Juri's head. Her feet remained planted at Juri's knees, so only her waist was pushed a few feet away. Then, she sprung back, fast and hard, punching Juri's face with her ass right at the instant that Juri gasped for breath. Her inhale was plugged by the juicy ass flesh, blocking her mouth. Chun-Li pulled forward again, and Juri again was forced to gasp for air, and again her open mouth was struck by the mountain of ass shoved back into her. Again and again, she was bludgeoned and smooshed and her face was rubbed back and forth between clenched cheeks. She could barely breathe, barely focus, and the whiplash was going to concuss her eventually. She needed a plan–and she found it. As the huge ass came back to her, she did the only thing that could destabilize her foe.

Chun-Li yelped, the cameras catching her eyes widening and her mouth opening in an awkward grim frown. She clenched her teeth and hissed, "Oh, God, you didn't!?"

Juri had shoved her unusually long tongue out, aiming directly for the target that her opponent was presenting her, and easily striking true. Chun-Li's asshole was impaled by Juri's wet, invading tongue that licked and lapped and darted into her guts. Chun-Li grimaced, but didn't move. She knew that this was Juri's attempt at getting her to stop, and that she could lose this fight if a counter-humiliation occurred, but Chun-Li stood strong. She reached back behind her, grabbing Juri's horn-like hair buns, pulling her foe's face deeper against her ass. Chun-Li leaned back, squeezing Juri's head between her ass and hands, clamping her cheeks to squeeze and crush her foe from all directions. Juri, buried within Chun-Li's butt, with her tongue wriggling and tickling inside her, was running out of time. Fortunately, she had just enough. She had succeeded in her plan. Juri's hands were free–she'd distracted Chun-Li long enough to untie herself.

Juri launched a surprise, vicious uppercut to Chun-Li's naked pussy, lifting her off the ground. Chun-Li's eyes rolled up, and she fell forward, doubled over in pain. Her tights were pulled down to her calves, acting as a kind of binding to her legs, since she wasn't expecting Juri to trick her and get free. She was needlessly, arrogantly exposed. Juri took the rope and bound her foe's hands behind her back, connecting them to her ankles in a hogtie, then she roughly grabbed Chun-Li and flipped her over. Chun-Li lay on the canvas, arms and legs folded behind her, pushing her chest into the air.

Juri stood over her on one leg, delicately tracing a line over Chun's belly with her big toe. She moved up, and swirled a circle around Chun-Li's left breast, spiraling in toward her nipple that poked through, barely reading through her garment. "Excited, huh?" Juri asked, before jamming her toes into her bound captive's mouth and stooping down toward her breasts.

She gripped the clothes tightly in her fists and tore, bursting it easily to ribbons, exposing a huge pair of milky white breasts. Juri licked her lips, and pulled out her phone. Chun-Li grunted in gagged frustration as she heard a camera shutter click. Juri leaned over, turning her phone around to show Chun-Li a picture: Juri was posed in a selfie, holding a V on her fingers, smiling with Chun-Li's tits flopped out behind her. She stood tall again, typing, speaking down to her foe, "Definitely posting this to ALL my accounts. Everyone's gonna go crazy for this. What do you want me to caption? I'm thinking, 'I guess I got the breast of my opponent'. What's your thoughts?"

Chun-Li glared up at Juri, who quickly snapped another photo, making sure to get her breasts in-frame. She smiled, "And that one's going to give them context. You know people are crazy about that now--don't wanna get noted."

Juri sat with Chun-Li's head in front of her. She spread her legs, placing her feet on either side of her opponent's head, holding it in-place before her. She wiggled forward and tucked the head against her groin, then bent down over that gorgeous rack, rubbing her face on them. She hummed and laughed, grabbing Chun-Li's breasts in her hands and squeezing them against her cheeks, squishing them and molding them against her. Then, she rose up and sighed, "Ight, I'ma fuck you up now."

She buried her hands into the soft tit flesh, squeezing with inhuman might. Chun-Li bit her lip to stifle a cry of pain. Juri looked straight down, meeting her foe's gaze, grinning as she pressed her fingernails into those breasts and said, "You're lip's quivering. Ya scared?"

Chun-Li looked up with fury, but indeed felt trembling as she swallowed the suffering. Juri wrenched Chun-Li's tits up, lifting and pulling and adjusting her grip so that she was squeezing from the sides rather than above. This let her engage her arms a bit better, leveraging more force into her crushing grip. "Squeal for me, pig!"

Chun-Li shut her eyes, breathing intensely, focusing on meditation to survive. The radiating agony pulsed through her chest, the constant compression in her tender areas feeling like a nightmarish bruise being aggravated. She grinded her teeth. Juri shook Chun-Li's face violently using her feet, shaking her until her eyes opened. Juri looked down at her and scowled, "C'mon, Princess, give the audience a little music."

She raised her hands outward, like a victorious gladiator or eagle taking flight, and then crashed them across her restrained foe's breasts. Their huge weight clapped together, rippling against each other before dropping back down. Juri leaned forward and slapped her palms downward, alternating hands, each hit directed at a boob, like a child banging bongos. Juri cackled, but heard no cries of pain--no begging for mercy or grunts of despair. She did, though, hear one single soft whimper. This would excite her hunger.

Juri grabbed each nipple up between her thumb and forefinger. She pinched down, hard, and heard a sharp inhale from her victim. She licked her lips, then rotated her hands one way, then back the other. She twisted as far as her arms would allow, hearing Chun-Li's breathing quicken, but despite her rotation she couldn't quite crack her. Juri pressed down, jamming her fists deep into Chun-Li's chest, plunging the tender, trapped teats into mountains of fatty mass, grinding her fists against Chun-Li's ribcage. She chuckled, "It's like I'm using a washboard!"

She looked down again to verify the torturous experience onto her captive: Chun-Li's face was red, and she was glistening with sweat. She was past meditative breathing, and was now holding what air she had, squeezing her throat tight. Juri pulled up, lifting Chun-Li's pink buds into the air, pulling her tits into cones. Her huge cup size fought gravitationally against the sensitive skin, stretched under the weight of her impressive assets. Juri wiggled her hands back and forth, slapping the great boobs together a few times, jiggling them. She finally heard Chun-Li hissing a painful exhale.

"Hey, I have an idea," mused Juri, releasing her grip, "Which titty do you like less? That's the one I'll focus on."

Chun-Li looked up at her foe, daring her with her glare. Juri shrugged, "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe–"

She pinched the nipple on her right, then twisted as far as she could. Then, she reached over with her other hand and carefully, surgically, transferred the nipple to it. Then, she continued twisting as far as her new hand could go, and again exchanged hands. The tradeoff was difficult, but with focus she could make it. Chun-Li lifted off the canvas, her back arching from pain, a low growl starting in her throat. She shook, her legs futilely kicking, her breathing erratic. Juri continued twisting, making a third exchange. It was getting very difficult to swap now, as Chun-Li's breast became a spiraled spire driven up toward the ceiling. Chun-Li sobbed once, a tear rolling down her red face, her bared teeth grit tightly, her lips quaking. Juri laughed, leaning down and licking Chun-Li's face, "How many more twists to get to your breaking point?"

She was already there: a full rotation had been made, possibly a bit further. This was already quite far, even for a woman with enough breast flesh to spare. Juri took agonizingly long preparing for her next hand trade. The flesh was so twisted there was little room, and any release would be a sudden end to the attempt. She squinted her eyes, then sighed, realizing she needed a bit more focus. She activated her Feng Shui Engine, her eye alighting a bright pink, illuminating the ring. She saw every detail, flooding herself with mystic energy. She swapped her hands, gripping the tiniest fingerhold in the transfer, and wrenched her grip farther than any woman could bear. Finally, Chun-Li wailed up, a shaking voice echoed up at Juri, who relished it like a fine sip of wine. She deactivated her form, releasing the nipple and unwinding the breast in an instant. She giggled--its sagging spiral reminded her of the Serenity Stream stance. Chun-Li's breasts shook as she exhaled ragged sobs, weeping weakly and quietly. "Aw, don't worry, Princess. I'm done with your fun bags for now."

Juri stood, slapping the just-released nipple with a sharp fingertip. Chun-Li jumped, crying out again. "Y'know what I do want, though? Something depraved. I think I'm gonna see how ladylike you really are."

Juri skipped around to the legs, grabbing her knees and forcing them apart. "Poi~oi~oisooon? Pretty please could I have something to spread her with?"

Poison approached, holding a leg spreader, handing it to Juri. Poison stood, her cock half-hard hanging at Juri's face-level. Juri swatted it away, "Can you not distract me while I'm working?"

Poison, hand on hip, stepped back a foot, grumbling. Juri said, "Ugh, I can't stay mad at you," she flicked the cock head and continued, "Go ahead and, I dunno, fuck her ass."

"NO!" screamed Chun-Li, "You can't!"

Poison positioned herself at the shapely bottom half, commenting, "Folks in the chat, let me be clear with you when I say that this is by far the best ass I've ever prepared to fuck. I've seen big, and I've seen shapely, but this cake is the supreme. You can see it from the front!"

Juri crawled over, keeping her feet planted firmly on her foe's face, while she walked on her hands toward a 69-position. She tightly clamped her legs onto Chun-Li's neck and shoulders to restrain her, then unrolled her slick tongue to let its long length hang down, dripping saliva onto Chun-Li's bare pussy. Poison gulped, her cock shaking just about to drive between those huge cheeks, but then she let her instinct take hold of her. Poison moved, diving down with her head, burying her face against Chun-Li's asshole to get Juri's seconds. Chun-Li squealed in shock, feeling Poison's invading, wet tongue slurping and probing into her colon. Juri giggled, excitedly joining Poison in their meal. She tickled the tip of her tongue over and around Chun-Li's lip folds, wriggling and writhing up and down along the entrance. She rolled her tongue around, swirling the perimeter delicately. Juri squeezed her feet together, smooshing Chun-Li's face fighter against her crotch. Juri grinned, feeling her enemy's hot breathing quicken at the diligent service being forced onto her two holes.

Feeling ready to progress, Juri slithered her several inches of tongue down and into the vagina proper. She looked up, her gaze resting on Poison's lust-overwhelmed visage. Poison's eyes were closed, her eyebrows raised in ecstacy, fully immersed in the act of eating Chun-Li's ass. She was pumping her tongue in and out, pausing within to press against her anal walls, and then gently kissing the anus after withdrawing. Juri smirked watching Poison so passionately make out with Chun-Li's asshole. Juri, meanwhile, was inscribing her name with her tongue inside her opponent. Chun-Li grunted, "Stop it!" squirming uselessly.

Juri giggled, pounding her tongue in and out, then deciding to have some fun. She hummed, buzzing her lips that she closed over the clit in front of her, tingling it with her vocal chords. She flicked her tongue, lapping vigorously at then sensitive organ. "Oh!" Chun-Li gasped.

Juri flooded with energy, doubling her focus on Chun-Li's clit, daring her foe to make another sound. Juri raised her head, replacing her tongue with greedily rubbing fingers that circled forcefully on the lubricated nub, cackling to the pinned head behind her, "So prim and proper, but you're sounding like a slut to me!"

Chun-Li responded through bared teeth, "Oh, shut up!"

Juri tapped Poison's head, getting her to open her eyes. Juri had already prepared her phone camera, snapping an overhead photo of the two girls sharing a meal of Chun-Li's pussy and ass. She brought the phone behind her, displaying it to Chun-Li. Juri's eyes lit up with delight upon seeing Chun-Li's eyes fill with despair. The blue light of the phone screen illuminated the shame well, and Juri felt so fucking horny seeing the reflection of herself in her enemy's eyes. She brought her slick fingers into her mouth, sucking the juices, moaning to Poison, "Stop teasing and fucking dick her!"

Poison raised up, wiping her mouth, before grinning, "Hold on, now--my job comes first, and I think you're deserving of a reward for letting me--" her eyes flickered downward, "--get more than just a piece of this ass."

Poison retrieved three pink love eggs, as well as their remote. The little eggs were attached to the remote by long, thin cords. Juri looked like she'd been proposed to. She graciously accepted these tokens, holding them in her upturned palms like a sacred artifact. She could hear heavenly trumpets in her ears. She spoke to Chun-Li, "Guess where these are going?"

Chun-Li couldn't see, didn't even know what was happening. She uttered, "What are you doing down there!?"

Juri pushed the first egg into Chun-Li's vagina, eliciting a gasp from the restrained captive. Chun-Li struggled in vain, grunting with her face flushed red. Juri sucked the second egg slick with her spit, then used her tongue to push it into Chun-Li's pussy too, shoving its first-in-line friend deeper. Chun-Li groaned, stretched by the plastic toys. Poison's cock was aimed at Chun-Li's backdoor again, but was so polite to patiently wait for Juri to lead the way. Juri slowly inserted the third egg into Chun-Li's ass, and then sat back to inspect her work. The obscenely impressive assets that Chun-Li had were on full display, and both her fuckholes had pink plastic lines coming out of them. Juri giggled, then asked, "How long do you think it'll take before I make you cum on-camera? Ooooh! Do you squirt!?"

Chun-Li groaned, again failing to accomplish anything as she struggled against her bindings. She groaned, "When I get out of this, I'll make you pay!"

Juri thumbed the remote longingly, and said, "Yeah, you look like a squirter."

She ramped up the remote to its middle setting, throwing Chun-Li into an immediate fit. She was alight with pleasant throbbing sensations that ran up through her sensitive nerves, chasing the thorough stimulation she'd just received from the two skilled tongues. Chun-Li's breathing, her meditation, her focus was in disarray. She struggled to hold her center, moaning despite her frustration. Juri placed a firm hand onto Chun-Li's clit, pressing into it down and compressing the nerves against the plastic toys inside the fighter. Chun-Li arched her back, her head falling backward, eyes wide, mouth agape. Her face was fully flushed, shamefully being pushed further and further toward an orgasm being live streamed to unsavory anonymous viewers. She saw Cammy beside the ring, who looked on with concerned expression. Chun-Li grimaced, but Cammy yelled out, "Hold on! Hang in there!"

Chun-Li saw a camera zooming in on her face, watching her most vulnerable moment, when she felt a jolt. Poison had just shoved her full length into Chun-Li's ass, and upon feeling balls slap into her cheeks she was jerked almost half a foot. She felt hands on her wide hips, firm fingers sinking into her soft skin, pulling her down closer toward Poison's pelvis. She wasn't stationary, she was being pulled and dragged, pushed and pounded as a long dick spread her asshole wide. Deep inside, its head pushed the vibrating love egg deeper and deeper into her guts, buzzing her whole abdomen. She hated the feeling of fullness that anal gave her, and hated even more that these vibrations were building up a tidal wave of orgasmic bliss she was stifling with ragged breath. Juri wiggled her fingers, the delightful feeling threatening to make her clit cum regardless of her control over herself. She moaned out a desperate wail, "Please, stop!"

Poison picked up her pace, her prick punching faster. The announcer gasping for breath, losing herself in the furious fucking. Juri released her feet's grip on her foe's face, repositioning to meet her face-to-face. She straddled her opponent, Juri's wet crotch hot and musty against Chun-Li's bare abs. Juri kissed Chun-Li's forehead, then trailed down to kiss her cheek, then her neck. She said, "Your poor knockers got the milk beat out of them earlier. Let me give your calcium cannons a little love."

She let a line of kisses wind down, kissing Chun-Li's neckbone, then the top of her breast, then she hovered her mouth over the nipple that hadn't been twisted. Her warm breath stiffened it. She let her tongue hang out, resting on the hill of flesh it sat upon, the proximity was enough to send shockwaves of anticipatory pleasure through Chun-Li's breast. Juri's tongue registered a heart rate spike. She giggled. Each time Poison slapped into Chun-Li, it sent her breasts rippling, which ran her nipple back and forth underneath Juri's stationary tongue. Chun-Li groaned, her training holding her just outside the gates of orgasm, barely clinging to the remaining ounce of modesty she had by not yielding to base pleasure. She pitifully whimpered, "Give up already, you won't make me cum."

Juri asked, "Wanna see something cool?"

She held up her phone, which was connected to the stream. It was the curated feed, which was hand-selected for the best camera at each given moment, changing angles as directed. Juri held up the scene of a nude woman with thick thighs and huge tits, covered in slick sweat, getting absolutely railed by Poison. This woman was being pounded hard, Poison's desperate thrusting solely focused on her own pleasure, like the woman was a tool for use and nothing more. Then, Juri dove down onto her breast, taking in the nipple deeply along with any flesh she could suck up, gliding her smooth tongue over the whole package. Juri let the titty fall out of her mouth, making a loud sucking sound when it slid out under its heft and slapped down onto her ribs. Juri kissed the breast, focusing on the nipple, kissing lightly, then deeply, then firmly, then softly, from one angle, then above, and any direction she could find. This frenzied assault on Chun-Li's delicate flesh obliterated her defenses, arousing her to new heights. Her voice uncontrollably rose into an opera pitch, feeling every nerve center burning through her brain's command of her hormones.

She turned her head, but Juri choked her, roughly twisting her head back up to look at the phone. She was forced by Juri to watch herself getting fucked and sucked while she felt climax arriving. She saw her own open-mouthed face, bright pink, eyes unfocused and breathing trembling. Poison squealed with eyes crossed, "Fuck! I'm close!"

Chun-Li watched the screen as Juri worked her sensitive nipple. She saw, and felt, Poison lifting up her legs to raise her body into the air, putting her weight onto her shoulders and upper back, engaging her core. It made her breathing more labored, louder, sounding more animalistic on the stream. Poison's intent became clear--she wanted access to Chun-Li's cheeks. Poison slapped a hand against Chun-Li's ass, again and again, clapping like applause until it turned red. The camera feed switched to a close-up of her jiggling ass raised high, a thick dick spreading her asshole visibly wide, two fat nuts banging against her cheeks, and a hand stinging her with rapid spanks.

Poison gasped, "This bitch is gonna make me cum! This fat ass is too good to pull out of--God! Hey bitch, get ready, I'm about to stuff you!"

"No! Please, I can't handle it!" Chun-Li begged, totally beside herself.

Chun-Li saw Poison's balls lifting up in her scrotum on the phone. She didn't notice, though, that Juri had crept her hand down to her pussy. Juri used her other hand to turn the love egg vibration to maximum. Juri's fingers darted into Chun-Li, pressing up against her G-spot, the buzzing love egg stimulating her clit through this displacement. Chun-Li was overtaken instantly. She felt it--the inevitability--her orgasm. No! An ugly roar rose from the back of her throat as she shook her head, but her attempts to stifle it only made the building surge stronger--more repressed--building it to greater heights. Juri derided her, "Gonna cum, Princess? Not very ladylike to get off with a cock in your ass! A real woman wouldn't let this faze her."

Poison exploded inside Chun-Li's ass, overflowing thick goo dripped down onto the canvas underneath. Chun-Li felt runny liquid pouring down her thighs, legs, and onto her feet to the floor under her. Her gasping breath didn't steady for a full minute, the recovery from her climax's exhaustion taking forever. When finally her eyes refocused on the phone, it was replaying the clip of her stream of squirting piss leaping out of her, spraying Poison and covering herself in the disgraceful product. The phone's stream chat was unreadable with the speed of comments appearing. The shame, the disgust, the primal lust that evidenced her failure of discipline: her failure as a warrior.

And, something else.

Juri was ready to win, standing up and turning to Poison to ask if that was a TKO. But, she caught a glimpse of purple, crackling energy. She saw a flame-like aura, like smoke through the air, wisps twirling together and curling upward before fading. She heard ropes explode. She was thrown across the ring in an instant, barely scraping to her feet as she skidded back. She stood, watching as Chun-Li stood tall, the ropes hanging off her wrists and ankles, but otherwise thoroughly shredded and no longer binding her. Her disheveled, sweaty hair covered her face, having fallen out of their buns. Chun-Li was coated in this radiating flame made of purple, white, and blue. Juri saw that Poison was knocked across the ring also, resting against her throne.

Juri recognized this energy: "Psycho Power!?" she screamed, fearfully.

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