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2018 Celebrity Sexfight Tourn. Wk 4, Gp A: The B Squad vs Naughty Devils


The B Squad: Megan Fox; Olivia Wilde; Stoya.
In B Squads corner: Amber Heard, Kristen Stewart & Little Caprice.

Naughty Devils: Sarah Brooke; Candice Swanepoel; Alina Vacariu.
In Naughty Devils corner: Irina Shayk, Sara Jean Underwood, Angela Sommers.

The Referees: Jessica Alba (in-ring), Angelina Jolie (w/B Squad), Kaley Cuoco (w/Devils).


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THE FIGHT:
The B Squad have chosen to start off with Actresses Megan Fox and Olivia Wilde, saving their porn star, Stoya, for last. The Devils made the opposite choice, leading off with the porn star, redheaded Sarah Brooke, and following her with two models, Candice Swanepoel from South Africa and Alina Vacariu of Romania. Pictures of the women from both teams are at the top of the page; each wearing her team's uniform (shown below) to begin the fight. Uniforms like these, however, don't last long!


The rules of the tournament state a fighter who wishes to escape, or exit to rest and catch her breath -  or for any reason - may tag in a teammate to take her place. The tactic allows weaker, or tired, fighters to avoid stronger, or fresher, opponents. For that reason, the opponents try to isolate one woman and weaken her, then when she's most susceptible to a forced orgasm, bring her to climax.

Some fighters refuse to use the rule - most regret the decision, but some of the most famous sexfighters are ones who wouldn't "run away" and fans celebrate both their courage and their resilience if they win. This year we've seen several instances of women refusing to tag and come back to win "takeouts" for their team. But we've also seen women ignore a teammate's advice to "get out" and fall victim to their own licentious urges, giving up critical - often game changing - orgasms.

Just because two women start off, either may have tactical or strategic reasons to exercise the tag option to turn around what may seem, at first, to be a hopeless situation. Tagging is the safest and easiest option, but is also the most obvious to opponents bent on preventing it.

One caveat! While infrequently used, the "tag rule" permits the non-tagging team "a brief period when both teammates may be in contact with a single opponent." Of course, this is allowed for a short time, and only when - in the judgment of the referee - that contact is consistent with the situation, the location in the ring, and whether or not the woman making the tag makes a "good faith" effort to end contact and exits the ring directly. This is almost always controversial, but so far, no protests have been upheld. The only remedy allowed would be to restart the match at the point of the protest, which is often impractical or impossible given the tight schedule of the matches.)
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Referee Jessica Alba - the third woman in the ring - brings the first two women out for the starting bell. Megan Fox is first for The B Squad (so-named for the B-cup brassieres in their lingerie drawer!) Fox claims she's "an experienced sexfighter" - and she did compete in last year's tournament (for Team FHM) but Megan will have her hands full with petite porn star Sarah Brooke.

They're the same height and weight, but nobody thinks being in one tournament give Megan experience that equates to that of woman who's entire professional career has been fucking people in front of a jaded camera crew, a director, fluffers, hangers-on (and often the girlfriend of whoever she's getting it on with - male or female!) So don't be fooled thinking Fox's 3-4 sexfights last year means she can compete with Sarah strictly on sex.

Fox is, however, a combative little minx who learned last year that in sexfighting, the most important thing to know is... how to fight... effectively... so you can impose your will on your opponent. Sarah's education began sixteen years ago in a HS gym locker room and since then, Sarah's learned things Fox probably hasn't even read about. Whether in shades of gray or other hues, Brooke's "rainbow palette" of techniques far exceeds Megan's wildest imagination. So, enjoy the show!

Both women 32 y/o, but Brooke just "looks" more mature, more confident, even her body seems to be thicker and more muscular than Fox's - despite their being the same weight. As they circle, Brooke slaps away Megan's hands as Fox reaches to lock up with her. Sarah's the one who strikes first, slipping under Fox's extended left arm to take the dark-haired actress down by one leg; rolling and mounting Megan. Sarah immediately begins pulling and tugging at the Squad's tough vinyl bustier. Megan retaliates instantly, she's having a far easier time destroying the Devil's red lace lingerie and in seconds the ring is littered with the tattered remains of Sarah's frilly red lace teddy.

Sarah nonplussed by being nude - not surprising for a porn star. Her lack of concern about defending her costume allowed her to concentrate on Megan's leather ensemble and she began by, grabbing the leather shoulder straps, pulling until they tore off! They scrambled back to their feet, Sarah nearly naked; Megan holding her leather body suit up with a hand on her chest! Megan's more concerned with her bust busting out dealing with whatever Sarah is up to, so she's surprised when Brooke tackles her around the waist and rams her back into the ropes. They bounce off the ropes and Sarah sits down, Monkey Flipping Megan over her head. Fox slams hard to the mat, the wind knocked out of her.

Megan's gasping for air as Sarah hair-hauls her to her feet and bends her back into the ropes where, as Fox clings to the top rope, Brooke pulls Megan's suit down to her waist, exposing her perky breasts. Pulling Megan off the ropes by the hair, Sarah drives her knee up into Fox's belly. She doubles over and collapses on her knees, then slowly folds over until her forehead is resting on the mat and her ass is  raised. In that position, it's easy for Sarah to pull Megan's vinyl suit down her back and the rest of the way off over her limp legs. Now they're both nude!

Two minutes into the match and Megan's exposed and vulnerable at the hands of a professional seductress. Sarah shows she knows what she's doing when she kneels beside Megan and starts to caress her blushing face as she lifts Fox's head, then gently lays the breathless brunette on her back, Sarah's hands fluttering gently across Megan's perky breasts, instantly bringing her nipples to erect hardness.

Brooke bends over and takes one in her lips, running her rough tongue rapidly over the sensitive tip, and Megan responds with a soft whimpering moan as her body reacts to the abrupt switch from pain to pleasure. Sarah's a conniving little mind-fucker in addition to her other obvious sexual talents! Megan knew she was in trouble and her head started swiveling around looking for help from the B Squad corner. But they were across the ring, too far to reach. If Megan can't tag out, she'll be too weak later.

Megan plants her feet and tries to scoot her body to her corner, but Sarah takes a handful of Megan's hair, lifts her head and uses it to twist her shoulders around so Megan is no longer able to slide toward her own corner. But with Sarah, using her hair, turns Megan's face to her and starts kissing her hotly, using her tongue to excite Megan until she can't tell which direction is which. Sarah continues to French Kiss Megan, holding her hair with one hand while the other pinches and tugs Megan's hard nipples.

Megan tries pushing Sarah's hands away, but her own body is working against her and Megan stops trying to resist, instead she tried a different tactic. She groped around until she got a hand between Sarah's legs and found her pussy. 'At least, now I've got a chance,' Megan thought. First, though, she had to turn her hand to the right angle before she could penetrate Sarah, but once she was in, her fingers were in the perfect spot to tease Sarah's clit.

Megan Fox had learned - the hard way - at last year's tournament that even in front of thousands of eyes and millions watching a PPV satellite broadcast worldwide... if a woman who knows what she's doing once gets her fingers in, it's only a matter of time. She'd taken that lesson to heart. She spent the summer with a trainer strengthening her fingers, then worn out 'dozens of sparring partners' hired from California's former porn capital, the San Fernando Valley. Jobs in porn had become scarce since the  production moved overseas; or to Las Vegas; or the Internet, and many more were lost to digital piracy. But all Megan needed were willing women to let her practice her digital technique and she'd found them! Sarah didn't realize it yet, but she was in for the ride of her life!

All of Megan's work and practice began to bear fruit when she heard Sarah groan and mutter, 'My God,' after they'd been going at it over a minute and a half. Sweat was popping on Megan's brow, and there were trickles sunning down the shallow valley between her perky breasts, but she could feel Sarah spasming on her middle finger - the only one she'd used so far - which Megan knew meant things were serious. But, now she was going to add a second finger.

Unfortunately for Megan, Sarah started with two, and added her thumb soon after. Unlike Megan's middle finger "tickle" technique, Sarah used the "two finger cup" which allowed her to cup her palm over the curve of Megan's pubic arch, rubbing it on the outside of her labia to stimulate her clitoris. But in a reverse position, could cup her butt while she worked the other curve of her fingers.

Sarah was sure Megan's hand would be cramping in the position Sarah had kept her in ever since she'd executed her tackle take down, and now Sarah was going to raise the stakes exponentially. She was going to turn onto her side, and from there she could access Megan with either, or both hands. Once she had Fox pinned and spread like a butterfly ready for mounting, the actress would feel what it was like when the top of her head exploded.

There was a reason why the Naughty Devils used Sarah first. They knew seeing their team lead off fighter go down to a quick and decisive defeat - especially since most teams had the best and most experienced woman to go first - would shatter the confidence of the others, making it easier for the  teammates who followed her.

After five minutes, Megan hadn't made any further progress, but Sarah had Megan teetering on a tightrope between the hell of defeat and the heaven of orgasm. Megan was beginning to understand there was more to sexfighting than strong fingers or making an opponent climax; there was the matter of 'playing defense' and not being pushed so far there was no coming back. Megan had reached the point of no return and when Sarah felt Megan's body quiver, and Fox's fingers slip from her, she knew she was about to win! Sarah increased the speed of her pumping and was rewarded by Megan's ragged, sobbing, cries.

"NO...NO... n... nuh... uh... uh... hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh............."

Referee Jessica Alba, who'd spent the last five minutes in the corner watching while behind her on the ring apron above the Devil's corner, fellow referee Kaley Cuoco stood behind her, her chin on Alba's shoulder with her left arm around Alba, her left hand pushed up under Jess's top playing with her breast. Kaley's right arm reached around Alba's right hip, her hand down in Jess's bottom playing with her pussy. Alba was already a couple of orgasms into her night when she heard Fox's cry and the release of tension helped Jessica to her third. Alba couldn't hold back her own cry as she climax.

Cuoco removed her hands, whispered something in Jessica's ear as she sent Alba to confirm Megan's orgasm. It was clear and obvious, so Alba signaled for the bell and raised Sarah's arm. Kaley came through the ropes, collected Megan and helped her to the ropes where Kaley gave her to the waiting Devils - Captain Irina Shayk, Sara Jean Underwood and Angela Sommers - to continue to pleasure Megan... in all likelihood to within an inch of breaking her.
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"One down, two to go!" Sarah told Candice Swanepoel who'd stood waiting patiently in the Naughty Devil's corner, her elbows crossed on top the turnbuckles as she waited her turn. But Sarah would have to stay in the ring and face the next B Squad girl, slim Olivia Wilde, who was sweating nervously after  seeing Megan being ridden hard by Brooke. Like all the team, Olivia had listened to Megan brag about all her training; she'd made a point of taking each teammate aside for a private demonstration of her  powerful fingers. Yet all Megan's hard work and finger strengthening exercises proved useless against a woman as experienced at having sex in front of cameras for hours without losing control; and Sarah was proud of being able to make costars come on cue for her directors!

Stoya and Little Caprice had watched with Olivia and Kristen Stewart, each of them growing uneasy as Megan was taken to the woodshed by Sarah and drained dry! Stoya and Little Caprice had made a suggestion, one Kristen overheard and endorsed wholeheartedly! Olivia wasn't sure it was such a good idea - not because it was crazy, not after what they'd seen happen to Megan - but because Olivia wasn't sure she could make it work!

Stoya and Little Caprice both told Olivia, "Do NOT sexfight with Sarah. You go out and really fight; fight dirty as you know how!"

Little Caprice reasoned, "Look at 'er! Sarah's like 5'4" and 110. You're 5'7" and damn near 130! Gettin' inna finger-fuckin', pussy licking, or... well, ANY... sex contest with the bitch is nuts!"

"You can't beat her playing by HER rules," Stoya warned. "You gotta make her play by YOUR rules. You do that, an' you'll KICK HER SKANK ASS! She's a porn actress... not even a good one... and she's damn sure no kinda fighter, I can tell that just by lookin' at her!"

Little Caprice assured her, "It's your best chance... OUR best chance. You take her outta there 'n' the rest will be putty in our hands. Knock her ass silly, an' while she's too dazed to protect herself, finger her pussy 'til she climaxes!"

Stewart had to add her two cents worth, but she was in full agreement, telling anyone who'd listen, "Hell, I could kick Brooke's ass." Thus making it unanimous.

Reluctantly, Olivia agreed, sort of. "OK, I'll give it a try. Just keep your fingers crossed she can't fight even dirtier than me!"

Olivia took a calming deep breath, then slipped between the ropes that Stoya and Little Caprice held apart for her. As soon as Olivia turned her back. Stoya and Little Caprice clasped hands and said a quiet prayer that their plan would succeed. If not, Stoya was going to have a huge hill to climb if the B Squad was going to prevail.

Little Caprice left Stoya worrying and headed over to Kristen Stewart with whom she'd developed a "relationship" during their time together. 'Cappy' took Kristen's hand and led the eager, unresisting, actress back to their locker room where the two lovers would entertain themselves - ignoring the screams of the crowd when Olivia attacked Sarah with such surprising ferocity it made Stoya, watching at ringside, forget her doubts and raise her hopes!
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Olivia Wilde didn't have a reputation as a fighter in Hollywood, but after tonight, opinions slowly began to change regarding the political activist. Olivia bolted across the ring while Sarah was leaning on the ropes chatting with Vacariu and Swanepoel about how surprised she'd been by the strength and skill of Fox's fingering. "I really didn't expect that from an actre...EEEEEEEEEEssss.."[/i]

Brooke's scream ripped thru the murmurs of the crowd chatting among themselves and her cry and the  shouts of the audience calling attention to her nearly drowned out the ringing bell referee Jessica Alba had called for after she was caught off guard by Olivia's attack. Alba had been watching Fox being hog-tied, her legs spread wide for Sara Jean Underwood who was preparing to fist her doggy style once Megan was strapped down with her knees drawn up to raise her hips.

Olivia had attacked just as Alba was wiping her hand on her shirt. Olivia had left her feet, gone airborne and crashed down, smashing Sarah Brooke's bulging bosom flat with a brutal Elbow Smash across her entire chest! Brooke's body was driven back between the ring ropes, and she doubled over with her hands clutching her battered boobs.

Olivia dropped lightly to her feet in front up Sarah; slammed her palm up under Sarah's chin to push her head back against the turnbuckle, then Olivia hammered Sarah's belly with three rapid fire rights. By the time Alba reacted and got there to pull Olivia away, Sarah was struggling for a breath; her body slowly slipping from between the ropes to land on her knees in the corner; her face bright red; her mouth gaping wide open as she fought to get air into her tortured lungs!

Olivia shrugged Alba aside, drew her foot back and kicked Sarah in the breasts, sending her sprawling on her back in the corner with her head under the bottom turnbuckle. Olivia grabbed Sarah by the ankles and dragged her out to the middle of the ring, then stomped on her belly! Sarah's head and feet jerked upward, then fell back. Olivia used a fistful of Sarah's hair to pull her to a sitting position, then she kicked her in the chest again, slamming her back down on her back.

Olivia picked up both of Sarah's ankles, spread her legs wide and was about to stomp her groin when Alba finally came to her senses and dragged the wildly resisting brunette away from the redhead, spun her around and pushed her back to the ropes where she gave her a finger-wagging warning about (something). Nobody could recall later what was said, or why, but some conspiracy theorists opine Alba was merely trying to cover for her incompetence when she let Wilde attack Brooke before the bell, then instead of forcing her to back off, allowed her to continue beating Sarah Brooke until she was nearly unconscious. The brief break in Wilde's assault only gave Brooke a tiny respite, but at least it was enough for her to roll over and begin to slowly and painstakingly crawl toward the corner where Swanepoel and Vacariu were waiting!

Olivia pushed Alba aside and ran at Sarah, grabbing her by an ankle to drag her back out into the ring again. Brooke bucked and squirmed, writhing on her belly as Olivia dragged her bare breasts on the rough canvas mat. Sarah kicked back wildly with her free leg, slamming her foot into Olivia's belly! Wilde doubled over in pain, dropping to a knee. Sarah ripped her foot from Olivia's hand and scrambled away on hands and knees toward the Devil's corner where she tagged the only hand she saw!

Candice Swanepoel vaulted over the top rope, the tall, willowy, model's long strides taking her past Olivia to the far ropes where she threw herself against them and used the rebound to build momentum for her return trip. Halfway to Olivia, Candice left the canvas and flew feet first toward Olivia! The Dropkick struck Olivia between the shoulders and sent her flying forward toward the Naughty Devil's corner where Sarah was dragging her aching body over the bottom rope onto the ring apron with a helping hand from Alina Vacariu. Alina looked up just as Olivia's inbound body slammed facefirst into Sarah's raised ass; her nose buried deep in the porn stars naked butt crack!

Sarah let out a scream as the impact sent her forward over the ring apron and out onto the arena floor where Megan Fox had just orgasmed on Sara Jean Underwood's strap-on Even before Megan stopped moaning, Sara Jean pulled out and the blond porn star Angela Sommers took her place as referee Kaley Cuoco continued grinding on Megan's flushed and breathless face. All three looked up when Sarah's body hit the floor nearby, and Sara Jean asked innocently, "You finished with her already?"

She looked up in the ring and was surprised to see Candice in action, then she saw Olivia's body in the corner, her arms draped over the bottom ropes on either side of the turnbuckles. Candice walked over and pulled Olivia to her feet by the hair, slammed her back on the turnbuckles, draped her arms over the top ropes then drove her right fist low into Olivia's belly. Saliva and air blew out of Wilde's mouth as her firm ass slammed the turnbuckles and her shoulders dropped as her upper body folded forward on Candice's fist.

Candice grabbed the shoulder straps of Olivia's black leather suit and jerked them over her narrow shoulders down to her hips, trapping her arms next to her body. Olivia's firm little breasts don't exactly excite the crowd who are jaded after seeing a surfeit of busty beauties bared. But Olivia's were different, and enough pay attention - whistling and catcalling - to make Candice feel jealous. Olivia's bosom was no bigger than Candice's but the South African is determined to make Olivia regret their showing interest in her breasts!

A knee to the groin stopped Olivia's weak attempts to escape, then Candice completed pulling down her black suit and tossed it to Alina in the Devil's corner to add to their trophy haul. She pulled Olivia up with a Wristlock, then gave the arm a twist before she swung her around and sent her on an Irish Whip trip across the ring to the B Squad corner. When Olivia hit, her head snapped and she blacked out briefly, long enough for Candice to reach her and drag her back to the center of the ring before Olivia could tag anyone. Not that anyone was there for her to tag...

Little Caprice and Kristen were still in the locker room working on Kristen's next orgasm. Stoya and Amber Heard had already assumed Olivia's imminent elimination and had their heads together trying to come up with a plan that would have Stoya orgasm all three Devils, consecutively, without a break or rest period. No wonder they didn't look up until after Candice had already dragged Olivia too far away for them to reach her.

Candice scooped Olivia up, spun around a few times and Body Slammed her so hard Olivia's butt bounced six inches off the mat before it settled back down! Swanepoel, showing surprising athleticism for a "mere model" ran to the ropes and again used the springy strands to build momentum as she bounced back toward Olivia who was flat on her back struggling to catch her breath. Candice left her feet and dropped her leg across Olivia's small, perky breasts! The Leg Drop left Olivia writhing in breathless agony as Swanepoel popped back to her feet and ran to the Devil's corner to tag in Alina Vacariu, another model!

Alina swung one long leg thru the ropes, then as she stood up inside the ring, her second leg. She paused to run her fingers up and down the gusset of her suit, then catwalked across the mat to where Olivia still lay on her back, her face bright red, her hands gently massaging her mashed mammaries; looking very much like a women who was regretted letting herself be talked into signing up for a the  sexfighting tournament.

Alina, during her time modeling in Romania, had learned a thing or two about how to deal with troublesome competitors for modeling jobs. She took one look at Olivia's perky bosom and decided the same things should work on this actress. Alina pinched both of Olivia's nipples and pulled the brunette squealing to her feet, then stretched her nipples out as she pulled her by them across the ring into the Devil's corner. She turned Olivia around, then jerked her nipples down and let the supple flesh snap back.

Olivia heaved a huge sigh of relief when the pain of her nipple torture ended. But Alina had already raised her hands, palms out, then jumped forward to drive both hands into Olivia's breasts, knocking her back on the turnbuckles and leaving the willowy brunette actress again gasping for air! Alina grabbed Olivia by the throat and forced her head back over the top rope, then hammered her in the stomach two, three, four times before letting go. Olivia slid down the turnbuckles, landing hard on her ass, her thin legs spread in a V in front while her head and shoulders slumped to the side between the middle and bottom ropes.

"I think I can handle it from here," Sarah Brooke said, climbing the steps to the ring apron behind Olivia and extending a hand for Alina for her to tag. Sarah had recovered from what she would later describe as, "Olivia''s brutal and unprovoked attack." Whether or not it was deserved, Olivia's attack invited Sarah's retribution... which was about to happen as soon as Alina tagged her. But Alina didn't leave the ring right away, taking advantage of the rule allowing "a brief period of two on one."

Sarah and Alina each grabbed one of Olivia's arms and easily brought the breathless brunette to her feet, her battered body sagging in their grip, her weakened legs unable to support her. Alina and Sarah exchanged a look, then Sarah suggested, "Tree of Woe?" Alina's eyes lit up and she nodded excitedly.

They turned Olivia upside down and hung her in the corner, holding her there while Irina Shayk tucked Olivia's feet under the turnbuckle guy wires so they couldn't slip out, then let her head drop to the mat. Not that Sarah would have cared, but what she had in mind worked a lot better if Olivia remained right where she wanted her.

Sarah stood facing Olivia's inverted body, one foot on either side of Olivia's head standing on her hair to hold her head still; hands on Olivia's knees. Sarah bent and licked Olivia's slit, moistening it with her saliva. She could feel Olivia's reaction and knew this would be easy now that the brunette actress had come to accept the inevitable. She stroked Olivia a few times, then cupped her fingers and began to slowly push her tightly compressed fingers between Olivia's legs and down into her pussy.

Convinced Sarah had the situation in hand, Irina went back to Megan to rejoin Sara Jean and Angela who'd been so busy Fox was getting delirious from so many orgasms. Irina poured a bottle of ice water over Megan's body to cool her down so they could start again. While waiting for Megan's temp to drop a few degrees, they watched Sarah at work. Olivia would be joining them any minute!

Sarah was already mad at Olivia for attacking her before the bell, but she was furious Olivia had elbowed her in the chest so hard her boobs were still aching. So when Olivia started to whine, whimper and beg Sarah to stop fisting, the redhead kicked Olivia who screamed and started to cry.

Sarah snarled, "Shut up and take this fisting like a grown-up, you damm whore. Nobody...KICK elbows my...KICK tits and...KICK gets away...KICK with it...KICK! Sarah punctuated her threat with kicks, one or two to targeting each of Olivia's perky breasts. Then she resumed her fisting and it wasn't long afterward that Olivia climaxed! Sarah lifted Olivia's head by the hair and wiped her hand on the brunette's face, smearing Olivia's face with her own bodily fluids on her; then she turned around and stalked away, still furious.

Olivia hung upside down until referee Kaley Cuoco and  Sarah's teammate Angela Sommers came to untangle her feet and let her collapse to the canvas. Then they each grabbed a wrist and dragged her out of the ring and down to the Devil's "play area" where she joined Megan - who looked relieved to see one of her teammates had finally arrived to share the Devil's abuse!

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As Olivia was screaming out her orgasm, the Naughty Devils corner got a visitor - Bella Thorne - who told Kaley, "I just want to get a taste of Fox. I've been watching her for years and this is my chance to see what all the talk is about." She hesitated shyly, blushed and asked softly, "Uh, do you mind if I...?"
 
Kaley grinned, stepped aside and gestured to the squirming Megan, "Be my guest. She's all warmed up and ready for you."
 
Bella drops to her knees behind the bound and spread-wide Fox, cups Megan's firm round ass with both hands then leans in and slowly runs her tongue up the valley of Megan's already red labia. She feels Megan's body quiver with excitement, so Bella starts to flutter her tongue. Kaley was right, Megan WAS ready and it didn't take much for Bella to bring Fox to an orgasm. Bella sat back and slowly licked her lips as she looked up at Kaley's smug expression. She knew what Kaley wanted her to do, and Bella knew she would have done it anyway.

She pushed down on Megan's cute ass as she stood, then walked around in front of Megan, looking across the brunette's back and ass to check out what was going on in the ring as she lowered her pink shorts, fingered her panties aside and pushed her pussy on Megan's pouting lips. She had Megan lick her to an orgasm of her own, which Bella found oddly unsatisfying...compared to the one Kaley had given her the night of Nina's party.

Perhaps, Bella thought, it was because Megan had no choice, while Kaley had given herself freely, and enthusiastically, to her. When she'd been satisfied, Bella pulled up her pink shorts, hugged Kaley and thanked her, then gave the blonde a big, wet kiss with lots of tongue. As she turned to go back to her seat, Kaley asked her, "Are you...um...up for another 'shower' sometime?"
 
Bella blushed, and chuckled, "Oh, damn right! I never felt so 'clean' as after your tongue washing. Tonight?"
 
Kaley looks over at the B Squad members, then at the scoreboard. She pouted and shook her head sadly. Kaley glanced around to be sure she couldn't be overheard, then whispered, "I'm gonna be busy all night with this bunch. How 'bout tomorrow? I'll pick you up and we'll go to this BDSM club I was in the other night. I swear...kinky as you are, you'll absolutely love it... then I'm yours 'til dawn!"

Bella's eyes lit up at the thought of Kaley taking her to a BDSM club and who-knows-what afterward. She licks her lips, and said, her voice low, throaty, and rough, "Sounds delish! I can't wait."

Bella practically skipped back to her seat to rejoin her current love interest Blake Lively. On the way, she suddenly realized that maybe Blake wasn't all that interesting after all. There are, she thought, so many other 'fish' in the sea.

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Brooke stood in the corner, glaring at Bella Thorne's ass, wondering what she'd been doing with Fox while Wilde was being strapped in the most uncomfortable pose Sara Jean and Angela could devise with the equipment available. Sarah was rubbing her breasts which were starting to show bruises where Olivia's elbows and kicks had left their mark on her brutalized breasts!

"You OK to go again?" Candice asked. "I'm warmed up if you want to tag me in."

Sarah looked over at the B Squad corner where Stoya and Little Caprice were arguing about something. She glanced at Kristen Stewart who was being chewed out by Amber Heard for something (likely her disappearing with 'Cappy' while their teammates were being savaged by the Naughty Devils.) Kristen just rolled her eyes, "Why do think they call 'em Devils anyway?"

Little Caprice finished telling Stoya (whatever) and the purple-haired porn star slipped between the ropes into the ring, but unlike Olivia, Stoya waited in her corner until Jessica Alba stopped ogling Bella Thorne and realized everyone was waiting for her to ring the bell. When it rang Stoya came to life and jogged around the ring, but keeping a safe distance from Sarah Brooke who looked less than satisfied and like she intended to inflict more pain on the next B Squad member. Stoya was the last of her team and she had to be careful. She would have to make Sarah, Candice and Alina, all orgasm to win the match. Fortunately for the B Squad, Stoya was the one member of their team capable of doing it!

Sarah kept her back to the turnbuckle in her corner and her eyes on Stoya, having learned from her previous mistake of not paying attention to an adversary and wary of getting too far from Candice's calming  presence. Alina, since Candice was hanging around to give Sarah moral support, had gone to get herself some Olivia Wilde - and maybe a little Fox, if she had time. But Alina was sure Sarah and Candice won't need her - she's scheduled to fight third, but the way the match had gone so far, it'd be over long before then.

Stoya raced back and forth across her side of the ring, throwing herself onto the ropes and riding the rebound back across the canvas. She knew from watching Sarah that the redhead wouldn't just stand there watching her for long. Sarah was eager to get her hands on Stoya and "Miss Purple Hair" was going to use Sarah's impatience against her... Sure enough, after four or five times watching Stoya bouncing around, Sarah had seen enough and she pushed off the turnbuckle the next time Stoya bounded off the ropes and intercepted the bigger woman mid-ring and gave her a Clothesline to the throat!

Except when Sarah flung her arm out to crush Stoya's throat, Stoya wasn't there! The wily porn star anticipated Sarah doing something, and when she saw Sarah raise her arm, Stoya went into a Baseball Slide under Brooke's arm, popped to her feet behind Sarah and wrapped her wiry arms around Sarah's neck and head from the back to clamp on a Sleeper Hold. The move wasn't usually taught at "porn star summer camp" but since the early 2000's women wrestlers had attended porn star camps to learn how to "spice up" their ring persona as they built their brands. Stoya had worked with the Bella's, Becky Lynch and others and had picked up a couple of useful moves. (The Sleeper, for example, came in handy dealing with drunks while giving 'lap dances'!)

"FUCK! NOooooooo...." Candice screamed, slamming her fists on the turnbuckle as Sarah's body began to shut down. The little redhead slowly collapsed to her knees as her legs went limp; her hands pawing weakly at Stoya's ropey muscular arms as they clamped tight to her head, the pressure interrupting the blood flow to her brain, in essence, Stoya was knocking her out.

The referee, Jessica Alba, stood open-mouthed in shock, unsure what to do. She'd slept through much of that morning's "mandatory hour-long training session" for referees which started at the un-Godly hour of 8 AM and had included an 80 year old man reading the rules to them while in the darkened room, a silent video played with highlights of the 2017 Tournament that was supposed to show a lot of action that (probably) had something to do with what he was reading, but Jessica, Angelina and Kaley had been out partying most of the night and after a breakfast of 3 sugar donuts and a cup of weak hotel coffee, none of them could possibly have paid any attention...although Jessica did see Kaley playing with herself while they watched the highlights of the 2017 semi-final struggle of Kate Upton and Gemma Atkinson. Jessica doesn't remember what rule it illustrated, and she didn't care.

So here was the nude Sarah Brooke being laid flat on her back by Stoya who calmly arranged Sarah's body in the perfect position for whatever she planned next. Jessica had to admit, she didn't see it coming when Stoya lifted Sarah's right leg straight up in the air, then Stoya stepped in to wrap her right leg around Sarah's to hold it in place as she put her left knee on Sarah's left thigh, pinning Sarah's left leg to the mat. Stoya looked like an octopus wrapping the redhead in her tentacles when she reached down to push two fingers into Sarah's now wide-open pussy and began to pump them in and out. With Sarah's limp body still slumbering from the Sleeper, Stoya spent little time and effort arousing her and it wasn't long before Jessica could see Sarah's body responding to Stoya's firmly assertive pressure on her pleasure centers. Despite herself, Alba found her body was becoming aroused just watching Stoya in action and Jessica idly considered perhaps making a color change, wondering what she'd look like with purple hair!

Alina had finally rejoined Candice in the Devil's corner and both were screaming at Alba to do something to keep Stoya from orgasming Sarah out of the match. Despite their screams, however, neither had given Jessica any rule or other excuse to interfere...and after seeing how easily Stoya had immobilized Sarah, Alba wasn't sure the risk to herself was worth it. So she stood by and watched as Stoya pushed Sarah Brooke to, and past, the point where her body had any control of its autonomic processes and the redhead squirted out an orgasm, one so visible it would have been impossible for Alba, or anyone else, to deny had occurred.

Jessica tapped Stoya on the shoulder and told her, "OK, you got her. Knock it off." Stoya looked up, winked at Alba, then proceeded to spank Sarah's exposed ass ten or fifteen times so hard it was bright red when she stopped. Alba stepped back and called to Angelina Jolie who'd been sitting in the B Squad corner with Amber Heard discussing the kinks and foibles of the Oscar-nominated actresses for this year's Academy Awards - and wondering if Kristen Stewart was ready for another ride - when they were interrupted by Alba calling out, "Please come drag this trash out of my ring; I've got a show to run here!"

Both women seemed surprised that Stoya had whipped Sarah so quickly, but Amber was so glad to have someone to do she fell all over herself scrambling into the ring where she grabbed Brooke's red hair and dragged her (cavewoman style) back to her corner where she and Jolie argued about which one got the redhead first. Heard won the "rock, paper, scissors" with scissors, and got Sarah first!

Candice Swanepoel scrambled into the ring, eager to revenge her recently-orgasmed teammate, win Sarah's freedom - and to get busy fucking the daylights out of the six members of the B Squad who she was quickly learning to dislike. But Stoya convinced Jessica Alba to grant her a five minute break, saying she need to call her agent to discuss the movie rights to her story and - incredibly - Alba allowed it. While Stoya stepped away to make her call, Jolie and Alba gave each other some relief from the pressures of refereeing. Five minutes later, when the returned to the ring, Alba was glowing and Jolie looked smug.
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Stoya and Candice finally met center ring to face off, Swanepoel more calm since Alina had made time talk her down. Stoya proud, happy, and ready to leave town to start her book and movie publicity tour! Jessica warns about "excess violence" reminding them - apparently she either remembered some rules, or got a text - they're in a sexfight, not an MMA bout. Jessica sounds firm and in control, for once!

Stoya leans in to tell Candice, "Look blondie, I got no problem with you. What happened to the redhead was about what she did to our captain. You want to keep it a sexfight, that's fine with me... I always have great sex with models and you are definitely my type!" Stoya offered Swanepoel her hand and after they shook, both took a step back. Alba waved at the bimbo at ringside whose sole duty was to ring the bell. She did and the match - at last - resumed with the Devil's still in control by 2 to 1!

Candice, self-confident after finding success in the boxing and MMA arenas, walks up to Stoya, raises her arms and when Stoya responds with the same, they engage in a Collar-and-Elbow Tie up but it quickly turns into a Leg Sweep take down by Swanepoel who mounts Stoya as they grind away belly-to-belly and perky-breast-to-perky-breast. Stoya's slightly shorter (3-4") but she's also slightly stronger and manages to push Candice up using just her arms, then suddenly bridges and rolls Swanepoel off, then Stoya rolls over on top of the blond model.

Keeping her promise, Stoya starts to kiss Candice while using both hands to quickly strip the tall blonde out of her barely-there lingerie. Once Candice's body is exposed, Stoya turns to her "tricks of the porn star trade" trying to arouse and excite the blonde. Swanepoel caught by surprise, is slow to react but she's having a tougher time stripping Stoya, whose leather outfit had survived her encounter with Sarah Brooke more or less unscathed. Still, a world-class model had gotten in and out of all kinds of outfits and it doesn't take Candice long to find the key to unwrapping Stoya (who never met clothes she couldn't find an excuse to shed when necessary and she had confidence in her ability to excite this blonde...so why not!) 

In the Naughty Devil's corner , Alina couldn't believe the way Candice was giving herself to Stoya, but she had to admit, there was "something" about the girl with the purple hair she found intriguing and she idly stroked herself as she watched them get naked then began trying to arouse each other without herself losing control!

Candice thought she was a "pretty good" sexfighter; she'd won several Victoria's Secret Invitational tournaments when she was an Angel (an annual, "no publicity" event for VS models only) and she'd been involved with other celebrities during her celebrity boxing and MMA events in the downtime between matches when the competitors found "interesting" ways to kill time - and settle personal grudges without leaving any permanent, or visible, marks...though the damage done to psyche's could be both deep and long-lasting! So she had no doubt she could put this "little porn bunny" in her place fairly quickly, then she and her teammates could go about celebrating in the customary style!

But Stoya wasn't cooperating, and in fact, she was getting Candice worked up in ways no other woman had been able to do to her. Candice found it disconcerting, but her confidence in herself was unshakable and she persevered, using her lips, her tongue, her fingers and - at one point - one of her stiff nipples, all in her determined attempts to bring Stoya to a match-winning orgasm.

And yet, Stoya was not only hanging on, she had matched Candice at every step; move-for-move, hold-for-hold, and stroke-for-stroke for ten minutes without a break. Both women's bodies were slick with their sweat, but neither was even close to admitting she was about to break... though she was!

Stoya felt her body begin to tremble and she knew she was losing her focus. In her determination, she broke her word to Candice and used a wrestling move Michelle McCool had shown her several years ago, one she hadn't practiced in a long time, but which she needed now. Stoya slipped her right knee under Candice's left knee and gently turned her hips to the side, lifting Candice's leg ever so slightly;  slowly Swanepoel never felt it - or failed to give it any notice if she did.

Then, suddenly, Stoya brought her leg up under Candice's knee, wrapping her leg around Candice's thigh, her calf against the inside of Swannie's thigh, then used the leverage created to roll Candice from her back over onto her chest. Pressing on Candice's right knee, Stoya positioned herself between the blonde's legs, which were spread like a pair of open scissors, but unable to close them with Stoya's hips pressing down on Candice's groin while pinning her right leg to the mat and holding her left in a Kudzu vine-like grip.

Stoya reached back and begin spanking Candice's firm bottom as hard as she could. Candice screamed in fury at the betrayal, but with her torso twisted and her legs contorted by Stoya's limbs, she had nothing she could push against to escape. As Stoya continued to spank Candice with her right hand, she slipped her left hand up the inside of Candice's right leg to invade her pussy. Spanking and wanking, Stoya slowly raised Candice's temperature until the blonde model was pulling her hair and moaning.

All Candice could to in reply was caress Stoya's pussy with one hand as the purple-haired whore continued to spank her ass and talk dirty to her! Candice held out as long as she could... right up until the second Stoya stopped spanking and stuck her thumb in Swanepoel's ass. Then Candice exploded in a powerful orgasm that made her body go limp! Jessica Alba, her own body perspiring, came over to make it official, Candice Swanepoel had orgasmed and was eliminated. Just like that, the B Squad had come back from a 0-2 deficit to tie the match at 2-2.

Stoya slumped onto her back, her legs folded over Candice's thighs as they both lay panting. Stoya had been just seconds from her own orgasm when she reversed their positions and taken Candice down. Now, however, Stoya still had to face Alina and Stoya was still riding a pre-orasmic high of her own. She needed time to recover, but Alba had been warned about her mistake letting Stoya delay earlier and wasn't going to make that mistake again. She immediately called Alina into the ring and give them "one minute" to get themselves ready.
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"I don't need one minute... I don't need one second," Alina said, as she hauled off and slapped  Stoya so hard the purple-haired whore was knocked on her ass! Jessica immediately called for the bell and, before Stoya got up, Alina was all over her! Alina grabbed a handful of Stoya's purple dyed hair and jerked her head back, then grabbed her left breast and began massaging and rubbing it as she pulled Stoya's head back until she had to roll over on her chest to ease the pain in her neck. Alina straddled her back, still pulling her hair, reached between Stoya's legs and forced her two middle fingers in her pussy.

"Nooooo nuh...nuh...nuh....nuh... unnnnh..." Stoya grunted with every slamming impact of the Romanian model's palm against her ass; the combination of butt slamming and fingering making the already aroused porn star wild with desire! The crowd rose to their feet as the ring microphones picked up the tell-tale sounds of a woman about to orgasm and they were correct. In another minute, Stoya climaxed and after Jessica Alba came over and confirmed it, the contest had come to a sudden, unlikely, and (for the most part) satisfactory conclusion - for everyone except the B Squad.

Alina kept her grip on Stoya's hair to drag her to her team's corner where Kristen Stewart, Little Caprice and Amber Heard had been brought by Angelina Jolie along with Sarah Brooke and Candice Swanepoel, who hadn't been been touched by the B Squad, so rapidly had the match ended!

There, they joined Olivia Wilde - who had to help Megan Fox because she had been so ill-treated she couldn't stand without help from her teammate. Irina Shayk, Sara Jean Underwood, Angela Sommers finished congratulating Alina Vacariu for her miraculous finish to the match, then the four of them joined Sarah and Candice - along with the three referees, Jessica Alba, Angelina Jolie and Kaley Cuoco, in taking the six B Squad members to their locker room where - in anticipation of an easy win - the Naughty Angels had left several cartons of sex toys, bondage devices and other "stimulating items" they were going to test out.

The Naughty Devils had planned since the tournament pairings were announced that they and Strahovski's Angels were "fated" to meet, perhaps because of the team names, perhaps for other reasons. They'd met once - in the first week - and the Angels had prevailed. But the Devils weren't going to let that stand. With their win tonight, the Devils were only one win away from advancing to the second round. Once there, their wish for a rematch with the Angels would be one week closer and the Devils were NOT going to face the Angel's again without a full arsenal of weapons at their disposal!

* * * RESULT * * *
Naughty Devils Result:
Wins: 1
Losses: 0
Orgasms Given: 3
Orgasms Received: 2
Naughty Devils records: (Sarah Brooke, 2-1; Candice Swanepoel, 0-1; Alina Vacariu, 1-0)

B Squad:
Wins: 0
Losses: 1
Orgasms Given: 2
Orgasms Received: 3
B Squad records: (Megan Fox, 0-1; Olivia Wilde, 0-1; Stoya, 2-1)

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A3-The B Squad (goro)
Captain-Actress: Olivia Wilde (Wash. DC, brunette)
Age: 34
Build: Athletic
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 124
Bra Size: 32B
Measurements: 32B-27-32

Co-Captain/Pornstar: Stoya (N. Carolina, dyed purple)
Age: 32
Build: Average
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 122
Bra Size: 32B (natural)
Measurements: 32B-25-34

Actress: Megan Fox (Tennessee, brunette)
Age: 32
Build: Slim
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 110
Bra Size: 34B (natural)
Measurements: 34B-23-34

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A4-Naughty Devils (SaraJ)
Co-Captain/Model: Candice Swanepoel (South Africa, blonde)
Age: 29
Build: Slim
Height: 5'10" (1.77m)
Weight: 119 lbs (54kg)
Bra Size: 32B (natural)
Measurements: 32B-23-34

Model: Alina Vacariu (Romania, brunette)
Age: 33
Build: Athletic
Height: 5'9" (1.75m)
Weight: 132 lbs (60kg)
Bra Size: 34C (natural)
Measurements: 34C-24-34

Pornstar: Sarah Brooke (Florida, redhead)
Age: 32
Build: Petite
Height: 5'4" (1.62m)
Weight: 110 lbs (50kg)
Bra Size: 32C (natural)
Measurements: 32C-24-35