Sex Fighting League Ch 09

Just a heads-up: the beginning of this chapter portrays a young woman in a vulnerable state. If you'd prefer to skip this part, you can search for the word 'ended' and continue reading from there. I believe this section is important for her character development, but feel free to skip it if you wish.

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My recovery was a lot slower than normal. My body was not designed for what had happened to it. Every single fibre of my being ached. I got better through each day as I was cared for by a team of physiotherapists and medical professionals, but each time I slept I felt like I was back to square one again. I was a moody bitch and even had my public roles removed when I responded to someone online in a way that was deemed "unfavourable." I lashed out at people that I loved. Abi and my Dad felt the full force of my sharp tongue as my patience snapped. Both Abi and my Dad retreated and gave me the space that I needed.

It was all hidden from the public. Recovery is sexy when it is sexy. When it is just a hormonal moody bitch it is not at all sexy or marketable. I was pulled from live interviews and the only interviews that I gave were pre-recorded and very heavily vetted by my team. Rachel and my team generally earned their money, but I was allowed to just deal with it as I dealt with it. I was analysed and observed for future training and conditioning, but I was just left to it. My whole team stepped back and monitored from a distance. I was allowed to fall apart and as each piece fell off me it was catalogued and placed in readiness for my reassembly. If I ever made it to that stage. This was my first real set back and I was struggling to deal with it.

I was curled up on my bed just staring at the wall. The wall was blurry as I stared at it through my tears. I had written my resignation letter although I had not sent it yet. I couldn't do it anymore and emotion took control of me. I blinked and a tear ran over the bridge of my nose and dripped onto the bed alongside many that had fallen previously. Was it worth it? Was this life worth this? Not at the moment it wasn't. I had turned off all my notifications so unless someone came to my door and physically knocked or someone with authority overrode my communication settings I was alone and that is what I wanted.

I squeezed the teddy bear that I was cuddling and felt the wet fur from the combination of tears and the sweat from my ruined body. I held him close and closed my eyes again as I urged myself to sleep. I knew that was not happening though.

A buzz at the door snapped me alert again. "Me," I heard Abi say a fraction of a second before I told the caller to fuck off. She was authorised, it was her room as well, but she had buzzed anyway.

I heard the lock disengage and then slowly open as Abi poked her head around the door. She smiled weakly at me. I was where she had left me a few hours earlier when I had verbally lashed out at her. "Want anything?" she asked to which I shook my head. She cautiously came into the room and sat on the edge of the bed next to me. "Wanna go and open a shit bar in a shit town?" she asked with a careful smile.

I looked at her and smiled. That had been what I had offered Hanna on the night that she quit. She knew the story as I had told her, but her words seemed to carry more weight than an empty promise. I just shrugged. "Have you sent it?" she asked me. I looked at her and wondered if she had access to my email drafts. She didn't, she just knew me better than I cared to admit. "Are you going to?" she asked. Her voice was so calming. The love and genuine adoration of the sweaty teary wreck on the bed was way more than it deserved, yet she was still here.

"I don't know," I said honestly.

"One hundred and twenty-seven thousand, three hundred and forty-one," she said and I just looked at her confused. "Subscribers. That is a lot of weight on your shoulders."

"They got what they wanted," I replied sharply. The views of my defeat highlights were astronomical. Millions. I thought that my fans were on my side, but ultimately, they just want to watch porn and I am fighting to not be the star of the show. This is being unfair. My actual subscriber count barely rose above the normal trend. The extra views were just the people who liked to watch the defeat videos.

"But they haven't for the previous week," she said. Her voice was a level of calm that instantly calmed my anger.

"They wanna watch me get fucked until I am close to death again?" I snapped. Anger flashed in my eyes, but it was not at her and she knew this. I was of course being dramatic, I was never in any serious danger. Not physically anyway.

"Probably," she said with a shrug, "You got to learn to lose as well as win." She spoke the truth and for a fraction of a nanosecond, I hated her for that. I had been trained to win, I had been conditioned to be the best and believe that I was the best, but I was an idiot. A second's lapse of concentration and I was nowhere near as good as I thought. Another tear trickled over my nose but she wiped it away with her finger before it landed on the sheets.

We stayed in silence for a few moments as she gently stroked my back and played with my hair. I woke myself up with a snore as my exhausted body tried to relax. "Do you want me to stay tonight?" she asked. The previous night she had stayed with Jenny as I had been impossible to live with. I did send her an apology which she accepted, but even so.

I looked at her and blinked another tear onto the bed sheets. "I am bleeding," I said.

I saw the look of surprise in her eyes for a second as she was not expecting that. Our cycles were tightly controlled and I had not had a period for over a year. My ovaries felt like they were being used as a punching bag and I had been suffering cramps all day that felt like they were ripping my womb out of body. "Bad?" she asked as she simultaneously offered me a hug which I accepted. I curled up with my head on her lap and let her stroke my back. "Have you flagged it?" she asked.

I shook my head. "I am a girl, it happens," I replied.

"Yeah, but not when you are hormone controlled to stop it," she said in her steady calm voice, "That will be screwing you up so bad."

I shrugged my shoulders again. "They can see on my feeds," I said.

"You know the medical feeds will not pick up something like that," she said. I just ignored her and let her keep stroking my back as I relaxed into her embrace. I woke myself up when I snored a few seconds later. "I will tell them if you don't," she said after a few moments. I shrugged my shoulders again.

"I don't know what I want," I said honestly as I changed the subject.

"Well I am here while you decide and I will still be here after you have decided."

"I love you," I mumbled into her lap as I buried into her and felt tears flood out of me again.

"Love you too," she said as she gave me a long hard squeeze that hurt so much my body protested. "Let Rachel know," she said as she came back to my very painful and unwelcome period. Were they always this bad? Was I just out of practice dealing with them?

I reactivated my notifications and sent Rachel a short and blunt message. "I am bleeding."

"Where from?" she replied and then a second later she just sent, "Oooo, silly question. Girl stuff?"

"Yeah."

"You shouldn't be," she said as she stated the obvious, "but it can happen when you are so exhausted. Bad?"

"Fairly bad. She is a moody cow," Abi sent on my behalf and I just smiled at her as I accepted her analysis. That was fair, and fairly tame as well.

"Is she okay to go to medical?"

"Does she have to?" Abi sent on my behalf again.

"No, I will get some stuff sent up. Can you open your medical feed so it can be monitored more closely?" Abi handed me my phone back and I tapped confirm on the screen with my finger for the authority. "Cheers hun. A long hot bath would be my advice. Any issues let me know."

A few minutes later girlie stuff got delivered and in a display of true love Abi helped. She told everyone in the house to fuck off for an hour while she dragged me to the bathroom and let me soak in the muscle-relaxing soup that had been poured into the bath. I fell asleep a few times in the bath but eventually dragged myself out of it. I got myself sorted and wearing just a pair of black panties I fell back into bed and was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow while Abi gently stroked my back and hair.

I woke up the next day and unlocked my phone. I deleted the draft message and then deleted the deleted items. I looked over my shoulder and Abi was next to me. I smiled at her as she slept and rolled onto my back to stretch out the cramps in my body. I had a few messages from medical that were all just reassuring me it was a natural cycle and nothing to be worried about. I asked if I could have some seriously good painkillers but was told no, not for period cramps. I didn't understand why, but I didn't press the issue. I felt Abi gently kiss my shoulder. "Hey," she said cautiously.

"Hi," I said back as I twisted my head to kiss her. "Sorry."

"Don't be," she said, "You okay?"

"Absolutely fucking not," I said flatly. She grinned at my tone, it was Sophie who was back. I am assuming even though I did not go to medical they could run remote tests and sort out whatever my stupid body was doing.

We cuddled for a while until her alarm went off. "Sorry, life goes on," she said as she kicked off the sheets and got up. She was wearing panties and a vest which was strange for her. She was normally slept naked. Although she normally didn't sleep next to a hormonal crazy bitch though who might take offence at her being there and kick her out of the room in the middle of the night.

"I will go to medical," I said.

"Cool," she said and she hesitated at the door for a second. She looked me in the eyes and held my gaze. "Will you still be here?"

I nodded my head. "Yeah. I think so."

"Welcome back," she said with a warm smile and then left the room.

I went to medical with no appointment or notification and walked in what I assumed to be a verbal ass kicking towards the medical team from my team. My mood could not be monitored, but the balance of my body hormones could be, and it was being argued, fairly strongly, that it should have been. I was deemed to be vulnerable at that moment and I should have been on heightened monitoring for any flags. They would not have picked up on my bleeding directly, but other flags if they had been monitoring would have been picked up on. It was two teams of equally responsible people arguing though. No one was going to win and no one was going to concede. It was my body at the end of the day, I should take more care of myself.

They all smiled at me when they saw me and the topic instantly switched to people asking how I was. An emotional wreck was the answer, but that was not my answer. My answer was 'no reason tears' so all I got was a cuddle, which released more tears. No one asked if I was okay again, it was clear that I was not so the stupid question was not asked. "We will let it run its course," Sonia said, "We don't want to interfere er... mid flow, so to speak."

I did grin at the awkwardness the topic instilled in some of the male people in the room. 200 years of social advancement, and yet even now, a girl bleeding still makes guys squirmy. I was jabbed and scanned and generally given a health check. I was fine, but my exhausted body had battled with the hormone-balancing treatment that I was always on and had somehow won. They were more interested in that side of things than my well-being. I was a medical phenomenon for a few hours. These sorts of events are extremely rare, and when they do happen it is normally human error or a system error that causes them. This was just me though, the humans and the AI had done everything correctly, but still, here I was. I was responsible for an emergency hotfix to the software to hopefully stop it from happening again. It was rolled out across the entire system and not just for me, it is easier to maintain a system when it is generic rather than bespoke.

I am not even sure when it ended. It was a gradual fading of what had been a fairly awesome relationship. It was not bitter or even teary. It just slowly faded. It had been awesome, but being so close to someone in this sort of career was just not helpful. Even if nothing was openly discussed or acknowledged the pressure within any relationship was unsustainable. For the first time, I understood why Jenny and Dave were how they were. In any normal situation, they would be a couple, but in this fucked up world they were just convenient and safe sex.

We stopped sharing a bed and after a few days a room as well. We stopped being a couple through genuine mutual agreement and not via the rose-tinted glasses of the jilted lover. We both knew that us being us was not going to help either of us. Words were not spoken directly of splitting up or ending it, it was just the smile and a nod of the head during a lazy cuddle on the sofa after days of sleeping alone and in separate rooms. It was an instant relief of tension and weight being lifted off the pair of us. That same night we had awesome and ridiculously dirty sex. I did things to her that I am not admitting to here, and she did things to me that would make the hardiest of sex workers blush. I will leave that to your imagination, but wow. Fucking wow. No strings and no commitment sex with someone you genuinely love and trust is beyond any descriptor.

A week later I was back to my normal self and cleared by medial for training. I felt so horrible for how much of a bitch I had been. No one held it against me though and they all just waved it off. I had a full 19 days off training in total and that felt weird.

I went into the gym as though nothing had happened on the twentieth day. A trainer checked the time and confirmed that I was on time, which I was. I was warmed up and settled into a training routine. It had automatically been tweaked to take into account my defeat and my time off which will be noticeable in my results. I loved it. I loved this. I lived for it. The work, the pain, the determination. This is what I lived for and I trained until I threw up. I then trained until I threw up again. A few wry smiles were directed at me as they watched me train to a level that was beyond my current ability, but even so, I hit it head-on with all my commitment.

Rachel dropped in to observe for 30 minutes or so, but she didn't say anything to me. I just got a nod from her when I noticed her. She was literally checking on her asset and that I was still okay. She had expected the quitting email and was not surprised when I disclosed I had written one. She would not have accepted it until I was on an even keel, but if I had sent it after that then that is all it would take. That was reassuring and scary at the same time. I held the majority of the cards and I could quit at any time I wanted to. Yes, these sadists could drill me into the ground until I was physically sick and throw me onto an X-frame for no reason, but ultimately, I could say no. It would cost me my career, but I did this with my own free will.

Let's go back to my defeat should we with a few stats and figures. There were 100 people in the audience who had paid to have sex with me, and of those 91 of them actually had sex with me, in some aspect. Of the nine who didn't, three were male and six were female. They enjoyed the voyeur side of things more than physical sex. You pay your money you can do what you want, within reason.

So yes, 91 men had sex with me that afternoon and evening. If you add in Amber's Dad, my Dad and Amber's boyfriend that ups the total to 94. That is a lot of cock. They can use me as many times as they want in the two hours and so I "had sex" 238 times. That is penetrative, so mouth, ass or pussy, that is not including how many times I got jacked off onto or gave a terrible handjob.

To further break that down and just by where they ejaculated I took; 120 loads in my pussy; 70 in my mouth and down my throat and so 48 up my ass. That was a total of 809 ml of cum. Almost a litre of cum got fired into me (nearly 1.5 pints). 408 ml in my pussy. 238 ml in my mouth (of which I swallowed an estimated 180 ml), and 163 ml up my ass. Pour that quantity of water into a measuring jug if you are struggling to visualise that. That is a lot of cum.

Size-wise, I took a total of 579.5 inches of penis inside me. That is a little over 48 feet or 16 yards. For metric that is 14.7 meters. That is a LOT of cock. At the end, there were 73 ready to cum again and so I got splattered with 248 ml of semen of which roughly 40% landed on me.

So yeah. I got fucked. For a fun fact if you total up all of the thrusts I took 251,162 inches of penis. That is 3.96 miles (6.4km). I got fucked for nearly 4 miles. That is cool and terrifying at the same time. That is also calculated by AI taking into account partial thrusts as well so is fairly accurate. I am not sure what the margin of error is, but it is accurate down to single-digit percentages of variation. One hell of a gang bang. No wonder I was a wreck.

Oh, and at the other end of the scale, I had sex with one girl. Amber. She was in a very lucky and exclusive group that day.

Life ebbed back to normal. Or at least as normal life can be with this career anyway. I made the peace with my Dad and everyone else that I had snapped at at my lowest moment. All of them accepted my apology with no question. I think that made it harder for me. Even though it was deemed not necessary I arranged and paid for a lavish meal and night out for everyone. My entire team of 50 people (not all of them exclusively working for me) were invited. Medical staff, trainers, managers, PR, and content editors. Everyone who helped me in my day-to-day existence. I even extended it to the cleaning staff and other often missed and under appreciated people which added another 30 people to my invite list to give a total of 80 people. In a display of ridiculous generosity, I extended the invite to partners as well. I booked out the entire restaurant with a booking for 148 people.

I am earning more than I could ever have dreamed of, but I am a long way from being wealthy. This was not a whim, I would miss the money and would notice the change in my account, but it was the right thing to do. It bolstered morale and people who feel valued by their employers are more likely to go that extra mile when it is required. This lot certainly did in my hour of need, and so this was their thank you.

I won't give you the total bill for the full evening, I will leave that one unanswered. The restaurant was higher end though and the after party was exclusively reserved just for us with a live well-known band provided for entertainment. It was a lot.

I am not even sure how it happened or what chain of events led to this moment, but I appeared to be naked, on my back and Darren was sliding into me. That makes it sound like some sort of date rape drug had been employed. It had not, it was just a genuine confusion at how either of us thought this was a good idea. As predicted he had indeed had some work done and although he was not a monster down there he was notably larger. My pussy offered no resistance to him, he had gone down on me for a good 30 minutes and I had shuddered to multiple orgasms on his tongue. I felt myself stretch around his girth and I dug my fingernails into his shoulders as the sensation of enormity pushed inside me.

He grinned down at me and leaned in for a kiss. I kissed him back as he waited for me to get used to him. I wrapped my legs around him and gently pulled him closer. He took the hint and gave me the rest of his cock. As I felt his groin press against my own I released my legs from around him and just laid on my back with my legs wide open for him. He kissed me again and I kissed him back. I moved my arms up above my head and when he broke off the kiss I just looked at him with that "Fuck me" expression.