Sexfight Resort Ch 01

*ALL CHARACTERS PORTRAYED IN THIS STORY ARE ABOVE THE AGE OF 18. ANY SIMILARITIES WITH REAL LIFE INDIVIDUALS ARE PURE COINCIDENCE AND NOT INTENTIONAL.*

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Inside a certain room, at night, a man and a woman were engaged in a primal conflict.

Clothes, sheets and pillows were scattered around the floor haphazardly, and much of the furniture had been moved or tipped over. But despite the signs of a fierce struggle, the two bodies entangled in a sixty-nine position atop the bed remained relatively quiet. The only sounds that pierced through the dark were those of their mouths and tongues passionately exploring each other's skin.

The man had his head positioned between the luscious thighs of the woman as he feverishly lapped the wet lips of her pussy and suckled on her clit; beneath him, the woman was taking the throbbing length of the man into her mouth as her tongue expertly rubbed the head and shaft in an attempt of squeezing out his seed. Although the two had been on the verge of climaxing for what seemed like an eternity, both were determined to break their opponent's resolve first.

Suddenly, the man lifted his head and his whole body flinched: he couldn't help but let out an embarrassing moan of pain and pleasure. In an attempt to make him tip over the edge, the woman had slipped her index finger inside his rectum. Noticing that her strategy had been effective, the woman continued her skillful blowjob while at the same time forcefully stimulating her opponent's prostate with dexterous movements. Initially, the man tried to retaliate by massaging his foe's womanhood, but his technique quickly grew sloppy as he focused more and more on the pleasure being delivered to him. Before long, the sensations on his cock and those spreading out from the back of his stomach were just too much: the man released his surrendering seed inside the woman's mouth and she promptly swallowed all of it down.

Shoving him aside and onto the bed with authority, the woman stood up while the man's legs were still trembling from his orgasm and a small stream of white fluid was still flowing out of his half-erect member. After rummaging through the items discarded on the ground, she giggled with excitement when she found the tool that she was looking for. The man's body twitched as he once again felt a sensation in his butt, though this time, it was that of a cold substance trickling on the surface of his skin. He tried to turn around, but the woman pushed him firmly against the sheets. For the first time in close to an hour, she addressed him:

"Do not move an inch, puppy. Don't forget that the loser must become the winner's bitch. Well, that was not the precise wording but... I'm certainly about to make you mine."

Spreading the man's cheeks, the woman aligned a sizeable vibrator with his lubricated entrance. Then, in a single, powerful thrust, she shoved the entire length of the toy into her defeated opponent. Right away, she was delighted when she noticed that the man was struggling to hold back his voice: it only made her more excited to shatter his weak, masculine pride. Soon, the attention on his prostate was enough to force an erection out of his member. Upon noting this, the woman rapidly turned the man's body around, mounted his crotch, and, after looking down on him with amusement and satisfaction, she began wildly riding his cock cowgirl style. As her ass repeatedly crashed down onto his hips and the vibrator kept systematically rubbing his G-spot, the man's clouded mind got lost in a submissive daze: he couldn't help but admire the woman's gorgeous figure, her beautiful, bouncing breasts and the confident, commanding look in her eyes. Though a part of him was still embarrassed, his humiliation was gradually converted into arousal as he discovered the pleasure of being dominated, and, eventually, he no longer held back his moans. But right as the man was about to climax yet again, the woman slipped his dick out of her, denying his orgasm with impeccable timing. Before he had the time to protest, his neck was captured between the woman's long legs, which squeezed the air out of him. What followed was a purposefully rough handjob delivered by the sadistic winner with the clear intent of breaking whatever there was left of the man's composure. In one final act of sexual dominance, the woman tightly squeezed her opponent's throat between her thighs and simultaneously pulled out the vibrator all at once in a violent motion. Among muffled grunts, a small fountain of cum shot out from the cock of the conquered loser, marking his complete submission: he had been milked like the bitch he was.

Even though the woman could technically keep punishing him according to the rules, she instead quietly stood up, collected her things and walked out of the room, leaving only some last words to the body passed out on the bed:

"Sorry, I'm only interested in puppies. I don't have time for tamed whores."

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Somehow, a peculiar invitation had made its way to the hands of a recently unemployed man by the name of Luke. The young lad had been working at an accounting job for a couple of years, up until one day when he suddenly handed in his resignation letter. He had come to realization that he was staring down a career path that was safe, yet completely devoid of excitement or meaning. Thus, Luke had a sort of epiphany: he didn't want to spend his one chance at life sitting in front of a desk and would have much preferred to experience adventures and thrills; even at the cost of comfort and wealth. But just as he was starting to enjoy his newfound freedom, an envelope came through his door promising everything he had ever wanted in life. The paper described an offer to join a secret Sexfighting league held in a resort that was hidden in some remote location; all expenses would have been paid and he would have only needed to agree to have his experiences recorded.

Immediately, Luke wondered if that was a poor attempt at a prank or maybe some sort of plan to straight up kidnap him. Whoever was responsible had clearly done their research on his fetishes and sexual fantasies, which was particularly concerning since he didn't remember confessing them to anybody; not to friends nor to romantic partners. More suspicious still was the very convenient timing at which the note had arrived: it was almost like someone had been explicitly waiting for him to quit his job.

Ultimately, Luke decided to just laugh it off and left the paper on his desk, focusing instead on pursuing his ideal life as a car mechanic. But as the weeks went by, he couldn't bring himself to get rid of the envelope. It taunted him every day and right up until the deadline that was printed upon it. If there was even the slightest chance that such an incredible opportunity was real, wouldn't he have been a total fool not to at least check it out? Plus, what kind of weird criminal group would attract their victims with promises of something as outlandish as 'sexfighting'? Yeah, it definitely couldn't have been anything too bad.

As a result of those kinds of nonsensical thoughts, when the day written on the letter arrived, Luke found himself packing all of his belongings and getting on a taxi that was headed toward the supposed meeting spot. Although part of him understood just how idiotic it might have been to go through with the absurd idea, another was just too eager to experience something unique and out of the ordinary, even if it was potentially dangerous. Upon arriving to the designated place, Luke was greeted by a woman wearing a rather tight fitting suit that accentuated her figure and... other assets in a very noticeable way. He did his absolute best not to stare while the lady guided him to a rather plain looking car, which drove him for a couple of hours; then he was greeted by another woman in a tight suit who guided him to a helicopter, which flew him for about an hour or so. Another two car rides and a helicopter one later, the tired man was honestly just waiting for those kinky women to just harvest his organs or something already.

Finally, as he entered the lobby of a building that looked exactly like the one on the envelope that had been sent to him, Luke legitimately wondered if he should have felt elation or concern. At some point, he had lost track of the all the different routes and places he had been through on the way to the enigmatic place, but he was fairly certain that the supposed resort was located in the middle of an island. Around him, a colorful group of people with similar dumfounded and bewildered expressions stood idly by: some of them spoke among each other to try and figure out what was going on, others just looked around in silence and others had their gazes fixated on the door to check out every new person being brought in by the sexy suit ladies.

"Testing, testing. One, two. Testing. Can everyone hear me?"

The voice broke through the tension in the room as everyone quickly turned to face the wooden stage positioned at the far end of it. Above the platform, there was an old man with a cane and glasses surrounded by a small troop of the ladies in suits. The peculiar man spoke into the microphone in a clear yet slightly raspy voice:

"It is my absolute pleasure to welcome everyone here to my private resort. Now, I really hate wasting time; I don't think I have too much of it left after all, so I'm going to make this brief and skip all the chitchat. I am what you would call an 'eccentric millionaire', but I guess from now you may simply refer to me as 'The Benefactor'. Much like everyone else here, I have a unique conviction when it comes to sexual acts. In my mind, sex has always been more exciting whenever I think of it as a conflict: a struggle where two people battle to dominate each other through arousal until one of them breaks and submits. Unfortunately, as I'm sure all of you are painfully aware, the idea of sexfighting is often considered bizarre, and you would be incredibly lucky to find any person willing to even try it. Alas, despite my wealth and success, I spent my whole life unable to fulfill my deepest fantasies; which is exactly why I've gathered you here today."

The man was then handed what seemed like a small digital wristwatch from one of his assistants.

"If you wish to indulge in the kind of experiences that you've always dreamed of, then step forward and accept one of these. I will allow anyone wearing this device to stay in my resort with all expenses paid: you will be fed and your needs will be taken care of. The condition, of course, is that you will be expected to partake in regular sexfights. Everyone on the island is eligible as an opponent, even the members of staff, and a match may take place in any place at any time as long as both parties agree. Naturally, everyone here has been screened for STDs and the ladies are all on birth control, so you can have all the fun you want without worry. The rules of a sexfight are simple: the first person to cum loses and the winner is allowed to do as they please with their opponent for up to an hour. The watches will make sure to record your wins and losses and you will be ranked according to your performance. Win enough times and you will gain access to special facilities on the island and more opponents. Lose enough times or go too long without having a match and you will be booted off the island: I'm sorry but I don't find wimps to be at all interesting. Speaking of which, you may have already guessed that what I get out of this exchange are the videos of all of your sexfights and the storylines that result from them; so try to keep things interesting if you want to remain on my good side."

The old man then cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses before continuing:

"Well, that's pretty much all I wanted to say. There are more rules regarding things like the level of violence allowed during a match or the layers of clothing that you will be allowed to wear, but I'll let one of my assistants explain you the details. In the meantime, whoever agrees to my terms may step up, if you don't then head to the exit and you will be taken back to your respective homes."

Escorted by a couple of sexy suit ladies, the old man made his way off the stage. Meanwhile, Luke remained paralyzed due to the sheer disbelief. Though a part of him had the small hope that it could actually happen, the rational side of his brain was having difficulties processing that the opportunity he had been waiting for so long had really been presented to him. Clearly, he was not alone: most of the people in the room were hesitant and didn't approach the woman in charge of distributing the watches right away. But after a few minutes, one by one, the aspiring sexfighters would gather the courage they needed and started to get in line. Luke was among the first ones to receive his watch, and he felt excitement as he put it on and the reality of the situation dawned on him.

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After a long, drawn out tour of the resort and its facilities, all of the guests were allowed to retire to their own lodgings so they could rest for the day. The sun was already setting when Luke extended a clumsy hand toward the keyhole of his room: the combination of travelling long hours along with the rollercoaster of emotions he had been through had worn him out completely. Soon after, the man was surprised by the scenery that greeted him at the other side of the door: the area was shaped like a hallway that led to an incredibly large bed, probably the size of two or three regular king-sized mattresses; the floor was completely covered by a material that resembled a wrestling mat and the furniture was also padded, likely to avoid injury during a struggle. But most surprising of all was the lady standing at the center of the room while wearing nothing but a bikini.

The woman was relatively tall, standing at 1.70m and she had a thick mane of red hair that flowed down to her hips. Her tiny swimsuit could barely contain her sizeable C-cup breasts; in fact, her pink nipples were partially visible at the sides of the fabric. In addition, she had toned abs, rendered more noticeable thanks to her tanned skin, and just below her pink thong lay a couple of thick, succulent thighs.

Feeling blood rushing both to his cheeks and under his belt, Luke stuttered a bit as he addressed his unexpected guest:

"Uh... I'm sorry, but I didn't order room service or... anything like that. I was just about to go to sleep so..."

The woman then let out a gentle, seductive laugh and walked forward. As she did, she began to slip off her swimsuit and spoke in a soothing tone:

"You didn't pay enough attention to the tour of the resort, did you, puppy? That's alright, barely anyone does anyways. Most men brought here have their minds too caught up in the sex and the competition."

Having completely closed the distance between them, the woman undid the knot of her bikini; letting her large boobs drop and making them rest on Luke's chest. Trying desperately to keep eye contact, Luke heard the lady's words:

"I'm part of the 'welcoming committee'. We are in charge of filtering out the studs from the boys and the queens from the girls. If we don't deem someone to be good enough, then they are kicked off the resort. In other words, we're here to make sure that our benefactor only sees matches between true sexfighters. So, puppy, do you think you'll be able to prove that you have what it takes to conquer and dominate me?"

The woman punctuated her words by raising her arm and showing Luke her watch: if two sexfighters agreed to a fight, they had to confirm it by linking their devices; otherwise sexual activity among guests was strictly prohibited. Regardless of how tired he might have been at the time, the bold challenge ignited a fire both in Luke's chest and in his groin. Without hesitation, he brought his own wrist against that of the lady and a notification sound was heard. Luke's first sexfight had officially begun, just like that.

In a flash, the woman hooked her legs underneath those of her opponent, causing Luke to crash down on the (thankfully) padded ground. Quickly mounting him, the woman sat on Luke's face, smothering him between her voluptuous butt cheeks. She then leaned forward and began undoing his pants. Uncovering her foe's cock, the woman feverishly sucked and stroked it, forcing a full erection out of it in a matter of seconds with a handjob and blowjob combination. Beneath her, Luke's senses were immediately overwhelmed by the woman's technique and his adrenaline skyrocketed due to the lack of air, but every time he breathed in, he could only inhale more and more of the alluring scent of her wet lips. Meanwhile, the lady was confidently pushing her advantage and expecting her rival to pop at any second: after all, she had dominated another man in a similar fashion just a few days prior. Luke felt himself getting dizzy and his thoughts quickly became less and less coherent: the more he tried to figure out a solution to his predicament, the more he felt the woman's breasts resting on his stomach and her skilful tongue stimulating the entire surface of his dick.

Therefore, the man figured, if he really wanted to prevent his dreams from dying right there and then; if he really wanted to finally, for once in his life, seize an opportunity to be free and truly enjoy himself, then he might as well allow his primal impulses to take over. Luke's hands, which had been previously trying to ineffectively shove the whole weight of the woman off his head, now strongly gripped her ass and pushed her downwards instead. After enjoying another long whiff of the woman's smell, the man stuck out his tongue and began to lick and suck on her womanhood with fierce intensity. She was startled by the act of sudden tenacity: it was as if he was purposefully trying to asphyxiate himself in a last ditch effort to make her feel any amount of pleasure. Yet, there was something about that kind of recklessness that made the woman's chest heat up and, for the first time in many, many matches, a man's cunnilingus was forcing moans of pleasure out of her. Nevertheless, she knew that if she could hold out for long enough, eventually her foe was bound to fall unconscious and so, she continued taking the length of his shaft into her mouth. But long minutes passed and Luke kept aggressively eating her out and drinking down her love juices as if he was stuck in some kind of trance.

Thus, the woman's blowjob became sloppier and sloppier, her movements rendered clumsy by her increasing arousal, until finally she realized an alarming truth: she was actually going to cum. She, who hadn't lost a single sexfight against a man; she, who was prideful of her ability to break men's spirits; she was going to be forced to climax while being on top. There was absolutely no way she could allow that to happen. With great determination, the woman placed her hands on the ground and tried to separate her drenched pussy from her foe's ravenous mouth, but Luke's grip was just too strong and she could only lift herself a short distance before being forced back down. She felt her limbs tense up involuntarily due to the pleasure as the dread of her defeat settled in: part of her wanted to let her entire weight fall on the man and just knock him out, but if she was caught doing that on the cameras she would have been immediately disqualified due to excessive violence.

Like a ray of hope, a nearby table entered the woman's field of vision as she frantically looked around for an escape. Using the furniture for leverage, she gathered all of her strength and managed to separate herself from the man, earning her pussy some precious time to rest from the relentless assault. Indeed, both sexfighters needed some time to regain their composure: Luke felt clean air filling his lungs as he sat up and looked over toward his adversary, who was still holding on to the table and breathing heavily. Brushing some locks of hair aside, the woman addressed Luke, this time with a clearly changed, brash attitude: