Sex Fighting League

The first part of this story portrays a young woman's relationship ending, and her dealing with it by what could be seen as self-harm/destructive. If you wish to skip this, then do a search for "I woke up and immediately" and continue from there. I think that it may be on page 2 of this chapter.

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It was so nice. So fucking nice! He had been building for what felt like eternity. I could feel his stiffness with each stroke as he thrust into me. The wetness of my pussy surrounded him as he took me. I had already cum once, I orgasmed on penetration, but I was so close again. He stared down at me, his eyes locked onto mine as he had sex with me. I stared back up at him, my eyes blurring occasionally as I neared my second climax. It was almost like I could feel every vein along the length of his thick cock as he slid it in and out of me. Blinking my eyes back into focus, I felt the shudder and pulse of his cock deep in me. "Oh yes," he moaned as he shot into me.

I just grinned at him as I took it. My legs were as wide open as I could manage to take as much depth as he could offer me. I orgasmed again. Perfect timing, we orgasmed together, and my vision blurred. My eyes crossing, and rolling into the back of my head as Ecstasy flooded me.

That was good! So fucking good! I wrapped my legs around his back and felt him go soft inside me. I released him, and with a simple kiss on the lips, Chris rolled off me. He rolled onto his side so he was facing away from me and waited for sleep. I stared at his back for a few seconds, and then rolled onto my side facing the other way. After a few moments, I put some panties on. I should have had a shower, really, but fuck it, a bit of extra laundry isn't a disaster.

We were done. The relationship had crumbled over the last few weeks. It was a truly mutual decision; we were just not compatible at this stage of our lives. What hurt most was that we still loved each other. That was goodbye sex. A final coupling, and I was torn whether it being awesome was a good, or bad thing. It would have been better had it been shit, but that had been mind-blowing.

We had written the release to the press together. We were big enough for our separation to be news, and not announcing it would be more painful as it slowly became common knowledge. I had not told Rachel; it was private life, it was none of her concern. She knew that we were having a bad time of it, but she would not know we were splitting up until she read it.

I woke up first, which had been by design. Not that I had really slept anyway. I got dressed and went straight to training. Yes, that means skanky cummy panties, but I didn't look back. I couldn't. I loved him so much. So so much, and yet at the same time, not enough to quit and be with him instead. I didn't need the money; I was set for life, even if I jacked it all in tomorrow, but I needed this life. Seemingly, I needed it more than I needed Chris. I blinked the tear away, stripped, showered, and changed into my training tracksuit. I had a quick breakfast and then waited for Jason and Julian to arrive.

It was a standard session. I was to fight the drone until I could fight it no more. That had also been by design; I needed to hit things. A quick briefing session, and then I was standing in front of the drone. I stared at it and balled my fists. I wanted to hurt things. Really fucking hurt things. "Sorry," I whispered to it as it was about to get both barrels of Sophie's anger and hate of the world.

"You wanna go naked or panties?" Jason asked.

I just shrugged. "Let's go naked," Julian said.

I slid the tracksuit off and my panties. I kicked them to the side, and someone took them away. "You okay?" Jason asked.

"Yeah," I nodded, "Let's do this."

"Second check you are okay," he said. He could tell that something was off, but it was purely emotional. I was medically safe to continue. I was a 21-year-old woman, and being in a weird mood was hardly out of the ordinary.

"Yes," I said, overly harshly. "Let's go."

"Usual safe word or stop stop stop, safety systems engaged, it will go on your move," Jason said.

I just launched at it. Hitting it as hard as I could, I smashed it to the ground and tried to twist its head off. "Break," Jason said, and after a delay that was longer than legal, I released it. "A bit slow on your release there, Sophie. Go when ready."

"Increase level," Julian said.

I stared at it and waited. This time, it moved first, and it hit me harder than I expected. Defensively, I backed up, and it cornered me. Cutting off my space, it wrapped me up, and just before it pinned me, I slammed my elbow into its face. It backed off on impact, and I went to attack it, but it shut down on the illegal elbow. "Whoa! Wait, stop stop stop," Jason said, "What the fuck was that? Fucking hell mate, elbow?"

"Sorry," I muttered as I stared into the drone's eyes.

"Go when ready," Jason said.

Again, it got me in trouble, and this time I tried to slam it with my right elbow, but it ducked it. "SOPHIE!" Julian warned, but the drone finished wrapping me up and forced my face into the floor.

I saw Rachel come into the room and look at me. She went over to Jason, and I could just about hear what they said. "How is she doing?" she asked.

"If you ignore the cheating and the shit mood, she is doing well," he said.

"You haven't seen the news?" Rachel asked him. I saw him shake his head, and she showed him a tablet with, I assume, the headline on it.

I wriggled my arm free and smashed my elbow into it again before it pinned me again. "SOPHIE! Fuck off, what the fuck is that?" Jason yelled at me. He looked at the tablet and back at me. "She is supposed to be a professional."

"Come on, mate," Julian said, clapping his hands to encourage me. "Let's go. Reset, you got this."

I swung again and missed. I could feel my anger boiling over, and it was overflowing as tears. I blinked them clear, and again, I missed with my elbow. I needed to vent. I needed to scream at a wall while punching it until my fists were bloody. I needed to hurt this unhurtable drone until I was spent. "SOPHIE!" Jason yelled. He was about to stop the drone, but Rachel stopped him with her hand on his arm.

"No," she said. "Let her. She needs this more than she needs a training session today."

Jason just looked at her and then back at me again. We were just scrapping. I was hitting at it, and it was just defending itself. This was not part of the session, and it was just standing by for instruction. Rachel disengaged the drone after a few moments, and I just stared at it. My breathing was heavy, my fists were balled by my side, and I just stared at it. A tear trickled down my face, and I swept it away with the back of my hand quickly. "You okay, Soph?" Rachel asked softly, and I just shook my head as a second tear trickled down my cheek. "You wanna go get a drink instead?" she offered. Again, I shook my head.

Another tear trickled down my face, and I let this one roll down my cheek and drop off my chin. "Do you want a hug?" she offered.

I cracked a weak smile. "More than anything," I said with a shaky voice, "But no, I just want to... I dunno."

"Hit things?" Rachel asked, and I just nodded. "Techs, switch the drone to MMA mode."

"Er, confirm?" crackled over the intercom.

"Do it," Jason said.

"No rules," Rachel said.

"No rules," the tech who was in control said over the intercom. "That will need management authorisation."

"Yes, authorise," Jason said, "On my voice and ID."

"It will fuck you," Rachel said. I nodded my head as I watched the drone switch stances. "You okay?" she asked again.

I nodded again, and another tear trickled down my cheek and onto the floor. "Sorry," I said.

"We all have shit days," Julian said.

"Keep her safe," Rachel said to Jason, and he just nodded his head. "I don't want injuries, but let her hurt herself. Keep it fair. Let's see what data we can get."

"In your own time, Sophie. Do your worst," Jason said.

The drone flickered to green eyes and locked onto me. I steadied myself, and on the buzzer, I launched at it. All of my frustrations and anger were directed at it, but I was too hasty, and with no rules, it just smashed me across the face. I spun around on the spot and hit the deck like a sack of shit. It leapt on my back, pinned me, and as I twisted my legs around, it shoved a cock up my unprotected ass. "Ooooooooooh FUCK!" I squealed as it took me in a smooth thrust. It slammed into me several times before it was called off me. Each thrust felt like it was going to come out of my mouth; it was so deep in me.

It slapped me on the bum and then leapt off me. I twisted onto my side to protect my ass in case it was coming back for seconds. Fuck, that was deep, violent and pretty much dry. I stood back up again, steadied myself and prepared to go again. "Playing dirty, are we?" I asked, and this time I just beat the shit out of it. Fist after fist rained into it. I was faster than it was, and I was pissed off. It stood its ground for a while, but then started to back off as I went full offensive. I caught it in the face, and it reeled. I followed up with a knee to the stomach, and it retreated. I also noticed that it had testicles. My second knee was straight into the balls, and it dropped to the floor as you would expect.

"Ooo ouch!" Jason grimaced as he watched a fellow male, albeit synthetic, take a direct and very hard knee into the balls. "That would be a winning shot," he added.

"Reset, go again," Julian said.

With no preamble, it sprang back to its feet and came in again. I could see the tendons tense in the arms and legs when it was about to move. It was faster than a human, but it was enough warning for me to be on the front foot. Putting it defensive again, I slammed a fist into whatever part of it was unprotected. Punch after punch rained in on it, and after a few seconds, its arms dropped, and it slumped as though it just failed mechanically.

"Fucking hell," Julian mumbled, "What level is this on? Release it. Sophie."

"Eight," crackled over the intercom.

I was still on it, punching the hell out of it. It was not offering any defence, but I just wailed on it. "Release Sophie, it will not reset with you on it," Jason said, but I didn't register the command. "RELEASE!"

I registered that and disengaged. "That was a fucking knockout," Julian said. "She just knocked out a level 8?"

"Yeah," Jason mumbled. "Remind me not to piss her off. Level 10. Go," he said.

We engaged again, and I did notice the step up, but I could still see its moves with the tensing of the muscles. It was just when it caught me, it really hurt. A punch snapped my head to the side, and the follow-up to my stomach lifted me off my feet. I landed in a heap and rolled to the side as it slammed down where I was. "Stop stop stop," I said as I shook my head clear and checked that my jaw still worked. Fucking ow. That hurt. I touched the inside of my mouth with my fingers, and blood was on them. "Well fuck you," I growled at the drone before spitting blood onto the floor.

"No injuries," Rachel reminded everyone.

"She is fine," I heard medical reply. "Superficial cut to the inside of her right cheek."

"The drone will not injure her," the tech said over the intercom.

"Yeah? I count blood as injured," Rachel mumbled.

"We got her," Jason said. "Sophie? You good?"

I put my thumb up in reply, and the drone launched at me again. No warning, I was off balance, and it barrelled me across the floor backwards. It slammed me into the wall, and the wind was smashed out of me. The walls were padded, but they were not that padded. As it crushed me against the wall, it lifted its knee and smashed it into my stomach. I wheezed, and airlessly I dropped to the floor. It piled onto me, and I felt it kick at my legs. I protected my ass this time, so it just took my pussy instead. I couldn't breathe, and I could feel the panic rising. It just fucked me. I took it, as I prioritised breathing over not being fucked, but I couldn't catch a decent breath, it was too heavy, and I was folded in half. My neck and shoulders were on the floor, my spine bent vertically, and my knees spread. My pussy was exposed, and it thumped into me again and again. Each thrust pushed more air out of me, and I felt dizzy. As I panicked, it took the opportunity to swap holes and took me anally. In this position, that hurt. A lot. I slapped the floor with my hand rapidly.

"Release," Jason and Julian said in unison, but it was not required. The drone had disengaged on my tapping out automatically.

I flopped onto my back and gasped for air. I lay there for a few minutes. I could feel the aching in my joints, and I just let myself recover. I rose to my feet and stared at it. It was a couple of feet away from me and just waited. "Level 9," Jason said.

I shook my head. "No, stay on ten," I said. "Let's go till one of us loses."

Jason shrugged. "In your own time."

I attacked it again and landed a good hit. I could see that it was dazed, and I pushed my advantage. I kicked at it, but I was not trained to kick, and they were weak. My knees were good, and my fists were deadly, but I kicked like the 50kg girl that I was. It backed off, and I took a kick at its nuts. I missed, but the follow-up fist landed, and down it went again. I slammed it into the floor with its neck, and again it went limp. "Fuck off?" Jason said as he looked up at the techs. "Fuck off, she just did that?"

"Yeah, level 10," they replied.

"Check systems," Jason said.

"Yeah, green," the techs said. "Genuine win."

"Do a full system check afterwards," Jason said. "We are recording this, yeah? Full data traces?"

"Yeah, full data," was the reply.

"12," Jason said. "Go when ready."

That was the cliff edge. That was the end of my natural ability. In a street fight, level 10 or so was my limit. It pushed me back and again wrapped me up in a hold. I couldn't escape it, and it penetrated my pussy. I fought it for a while, but then just gave up when it started to vibrate my clit with laser accuracy. I was going to cum. I orgasmed more or less instantly, and the drone dropped me onto my back. My legs stayed open as I just caught my breath. "You good, Soph?" Rachel asked.

I just put my thumb in the air as I lay on my back while I worked out what day it was. I rolled onto my front and then got on my knees. "You going out on your knees?" Rachel asked me. I glared at her, and she smiled. I stood up and readied myself again. "Hurt her. Make her squeal. Do NOT injure her."

The drone rose again and faced me down. It was 18 inches taller than I was, and all I could see was the power of the body. That was until I saw the cock. 12 inches of dick hung between its legs, and I watched as a second one unfolded as well. "And the third one to complete your airtightness. You ready?" Jason asked me.

I looked at it and saw the third one. It looked unnatural as it was on the back of what would be its hand. I swallowed and flew at it. Punches and knees pushed it backwards, but I was spent. I am human, and humans get tired. This human had had zero sleep, or as near as makes no difference anyway. I pushed my rapidly reducing advantage, but it was better than I was. I avoided the obvious traps for it to wrap me up, but eventually it got me. Hooking my leg with its own leg, I fell onto my back. I tried to roll, but I just managed to roll onto my front as it pinned me. I lifted my hips to try to buck it off me, but it rode my thrust, and for the first time in my life, I experienced double penetration as two cocks forced their way into my protesting pussy.

"OH FUCK!" I gasped. One of them looked like it would be too big for me, but I felt my pussy stretch to what must have surely been beyond the limit, and they both slipped inside me. "Oh, my God. Oh my God," I whispered. It felt like I was going to split in half; it was like I could feel my pelvis straining. I clawed at the floor in a vain attempt at escaping the two rods that were buried inside me, but it was futile. My vision blurred, and I orgasmed. Loudly and with no dignity, I shuddered to an intense climax as the two cocks nudged up against my cervix as it reached my limit. I clawed the floor again, but I had no strength left, and again, I climaxed. This time, I felt a flood of excitement as I squirted.

"Fuck," I whispered. Barely more than a whisper, and I just collapsed onto the floor underneath the drone. It towered above me, totally dominant. I was helpless underneath it. It let me finish cumming, and then it rolled me onto my back. I stared up at it as it spread my legs. I fought it weakly, but it was a token gesture at best. I was defeated, and I felt the two giant cocks rest against my back door. My eyes widened as I felt the power behind them. The wetness of them coated my ass, and with a gentle push, it overcame my resistance. It didn't enter me, but I was at its mercy.

It was no longer a human analogue; it was just a fuck machine, and I was well and truly lined up in its sights. I glared at it, defiant as I waited. "You gonna tap out, Sophie?" Rachel asked, "Or you gonna take it?"

I glared up at it and, with a weak fist, I punched it in the face. It didn't even flinch. It was a weak punch thrown by someone with no strength left. "Tap out, Sophie," Rachel said. "Final warning, it will hurt. And I mean, really fucking hurt."

I glared up at it. My eyes locked onto its, and I blinked a tear out of my eyes. I wanted to hurt. I needed to feel real pain to make sense of the emotional turmoil. I balled my fists again, but I knew they were useless. Instead, with a lightning-fast snap, I smashed my head forward. "Fuck you!" I yelled. The drone, this shit job, Chris, for not being able to deal with it, the world. Everything. Fuck all of it. "FUCK YOU!" I screamed.

The headbutt connected. An illegal move in all disciplines of the Sex Fighting Leagues, but there was no penalty called. Stunned by the impact, the drone backed off, and I managed to scramble to my feet again. There was no thought, there was no plan, it was just an attack. I flew at the drone and actually got some good hits in. It was still reeling from the headbutt, and if I had been fresh, I would have taken it down. I was not fresh though. I was fucked and about to be well and truly fucked. My strikes were accurate, but they were weak; there was no force behind them. The drone recovered and defended itself. My punches stopped landing, and it started to control me. It was defensive, but in control as it waited for confirmation. "Back off, Sophie," Jason warned.

I ignored his advice and threw my emotions through my fists at the machine in front of me. It could have been anything, even a wall. I just needed to hurt. I needed pain. "It will really hurt, Sophie," Rachel warned. "Final chance, back off."

Again, I ignored the good advice. "Finish her," Jason instructed.

The drone deflected my final punch, and it slammed its head into my face. I felt the crunch as it connected. I do not remember the fall, I just remember the softness of the training mat as my face got pushed into it. I twisted and tried to escape, but it just waited. It just waited for my attempts at escape to line me up for it. It could have been a few seconds, it could have been a few minutes. Time had no relevance to me at the moment. I felt its hand on the back of my neck as it pinned me to the floor, my naked body writhed it a futile escape attempt. I could feel it lubricating me, and when everything aligned, it took me.

My eyes widened to saucers, and I thrashed at the floor. Tried to pull myself off it, but it had me restrained, and all I managed to do was break a few fingernails. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck," I gasped. I tried to twist around, but I was defeated. Two enormous cocks pushed into my ass, and I have no idea how I didn't just tear in half. It was agony, but it felt so good. Instant stomach ache as my body felt like organs were being rearranged inside it.