Sex Fighting League Ch 06

"No," I said as I wriggled away from him, "No, I don't want to, no," I said as I tried to wriggle further away but he had a firm grasp of me.

"Aww, come on," he said softly as he prised my legs open.

"I said no," I said, an urgency rising in my voice.

"You don't mean that," he said in the same soft voice as he overpowered my legs and managed to open them. Sliding his hand up my skirt he stroked my pussy and I wished that I had worn underwear, for what help they would have been.

"Don't," I pleaded as I started to lose this battle with him.

"You are soaked," he observed as he pushed a finger into me, "Begging for it." I really wasn't. I was about as unwet as was possible to be. The wetness was probably his disgustingly clammy hands. My pussy protested at the invasion and then my entire body reacted to the unwanted penetration of it. I twisted, but I was pinned by him.

"Stop!" I said as I managed to free my left hand, lashing out with my fist which sailed passed his face harmlessly. As he twisted to restrain me I managed to free my right leg and I kicked at him, but I was too light to have any sort of impact.

His soft voice disappeared and he punched me in the face. Stunned by his punch my resistance evaporated and he knelt between my legs. He hitched my skirt up exposing my ass and pussy to the entire bar. Why was no one helping me? "No! Please don't," I begged, "I don't want to."

"Shut up you slag," he spat and hit me again in the face. I protected my face, but that surrendered my body to him. "You will like it," he added and I felt his cock push into me.

"NO, DON'T. NO!!!" I screamed as I felt the humiliation and helplessness of nonconsensual penetration. The humiliation was joined by wave after wave of agony as he forced himself inch by inch into my dry pussy.

I tried to sit up, but someone was holding me. "You are fine," I heard someone say, but I fought to try and escape my restricted position. I was naked and I needed to escape. I was nowhere near wet enough, I did not want it, I knew it would hurt and I was trapped. "You are okay," I heard the same voice say again and squeeze me tighter.

The voice was unmistakeably female, and the body pressing against me also felt female. I was only basing that on how closely they were holding me and the lack of anything hard jabbing into my body, but they were female, and I recognised the scent. My arms were trapped by her embrace and I couldn't escape. "You are fine, Sophie, it is me," Abi said.

I snapped my eyes open and stared at her with pure fear. A nightmare. Another fucking nightmare. I stared at her for a few seconds while I made sense of the confusion as my dream ebbed away and reality flowed in. I was in bed with Abi, and she was hugging me. "Sorry," I said softly as I relaxed.

"Don't be sorry. You okay?" she asked and I felt her cautiously relax her grip on me. It was then I realised she was stopping me from lashing out. She wanted to wake me up but she knew I would be in fight or flight mode and she did not want to take a punch from me if I opted for fight. "You okay?" she asked again as she completely let go of me recognising that I needed space for a second.

I nodded my head, but my eyes filled up with tears when I saw her in the dim light of dawn. I shook my head as I corrected my answer. "No," I whispered as tears flowed.

She gave me a second and then cuddled me again. I curled into her and just let her wrap me up while she hugged me. Both of us naked she stroked her hand across my bare back while I hid from my imaginary attacker in her arms. I nuzzled my head underneath her chin and she kissed the top of my head. We just laid together for I have no idea how long. Silently, she just gently stroked my back while the adrenaline left my system and I calmed down. "You okay?" she asked.

I nodded my head. "Yeah, thanks," I whispered as I wiped my tears away with the back of my hand.

"Wanna drink?" she asked to which I just nodded. "Water?" I just nodded again.

She kicked the sheets off herself and stood up. We had swapped our small single beds to a standard double a while ago so sleeping together was much more comfortable. We could have gone for a bigger bed, but the room was fairly small, and as we were both tiny we opted for the standard. Plus a smaller bed just means you are closer to each other for naughtiness. I watched her nudity wander around the room as she found a t-shirt to put on. She dropped it over her head and went out. She came back with a glass of water each and placed it on the bedside table. I sat up letting the sheets fall away from my bare chest and sipped at the drink.

She took the T-shirt off and dropped it onto the floor. Thankfully sustainability had been perfected as she had worn the t-shirt for less than two minutes and yet it would still be laundered. She got back into bed after having a sip of her water and waited for me to lay down again. We faced each other and she smiled. She gently kissed me on the lips and I kissed her back. "What time is it?" I asked.

"Half 6," she said.

"Urgh," I grunted. 30 minutes before the alarm so no point going back to sleep again.

I heard my phone receive a notification and I rolled to read it. It was medical. "Report to medical. Opening hours 07:00 -- 20:00." They don't kick people out for nightmares, but even so, to say I was scared was an understatement.

I acknowledged the request and placed the phone down. The second it hit the floor a second notification came through. Medical again. "Nothing to worry about, I will delay your schedule. No rush. I am in medical now, so whenever suits -- Sonia."

I smiled. She was good. She would have known that I would be worrying and even though I still was, having a human message was just nicer than AI coldness. She didn't start until 7 at the earliest. She was just nice and genuinely cared about our wellbeing. I think to do her job you have to care, it is a very giving job and you don't get much back in return. No one thanks you when they are well, they just complain when they are not well.

"Go now," Abi said. I just looked at her puzzled. "I am assuming that was medical. Go now, get it sorted."

I smiled at her and took her advice. I dressed and went to medical. Sonia was in the office and she came out to greet me. "Decaf coffee," she said as she closed the office door and activated the medical confidentiality on the monitoring systems. "You drank a decaf just before bed last night," she added. Incidentally, the medical confidentiality that Sonia activated was true confidentiality. Everything was disabled.

"Coffee?" I questioned.

"Awful stuff, do you have any idea what is in it?" she asked. "There are much healthier options for the same effect you know?"

"So it is decaf specifically?" I asked as I consciously ignored her advice on the better options. There were better options, but I had grown up on coffee and it is a hard habit to kick. Coffee was cheap, but alternatives were not. Not an issue now, but in my youth settling for coffee meant I could afford more vodka.

She nodded. "Yep, well that one was, I will spare you the science, but yeah, decaf does not agree with you it seems."

"Can I have an exception to have regular all the time then?" I asked hopefully. Last coffee at 8pm would be annoying. The machines auto-regulated and only dispensed decaf after 8pm, but a medical exception could be granted. It was unlikely though. Still, if you don't ask, you don't get.

She looked at me as she considered my request. I was hopeful the longer she took to answer, but she eventually shook her head. "No, your management would kill me. You can just keep having decaf and keep the nightmares if you want."

"No, they are shit," I said, "Sorry, they are bad," I corrected as it just felt wrong swearing in front of a medical professional.

"No worries," she said with a smile. "We will keep monitoring as it may be a few things. We will monitor for another week, if nothing flags we will close the investigation."

"Thanks," I said.

I didn't have another nightmare. Something so simple and yet seemingly 100% effective. As Sonia said I can still have nightmares, they are natural, but leaving decaf coffee alone seemed to stop the regular ones.

My social media was accelerating at a rapid rate. I was up to 10,000 subscribers and I had 364 paid subscribers. My channel was starting to get popular and just organic growth was now significant. Previously my additional subs were when new content dropped, but now the number slowly ticked up as people found the channel and liked what they saw. My next fight was scheduled and it was against a veteran of the boxing league. A girl called Steph. She had been boxing for nearly a decade. She had only lost two fights and won all of her others by KO. You could argue that she should have advanced by now, but she claimed she was happy with the lifestyle boxing brought and she was good at it. Reading between the lines, she was not good enough to advance to wrestling or the MMA-style fights and while she was still popular and bringing in the credits she would have a space on the roster. At 34 though she was getting towards the end of her career.

Training stepped up and I was drilled into the floor regularly. I crawled into bed some nights. It was a mix of physical and mental exhaustion. On my rest days, I would swim and create content. On my training days, I would be drilled and drilled and drilled. When I could barely lift my hands with the weight of the gloves I would be dismissed. My power was real though and I was getting tougher. I needed to get tougher. It would be a very short fight if I couldn't take a punch. Steph was a stand-your-ground fighter and just beat the crap out of who stands in front of her. She was also nasty. She was known for her brutality. People paid to watch her just to see what she would do to her latest victim.

We had a few press conference sessions and none of them went well. This was the polar opposite of my first fight with Abi. I barely knew Steph and yet I hated her and I don't use the word hate lightly. I HATED her, she was just not nice. I am sure it was for image and she was a normal woman behind closed doors, but public facing she was a bitch. I was briefed before each session and each time it took all of my strength to not just tell her to go and fuck herself. She was under my skin and that was how she worked. Make me angry, make me make mistakes and then just pick me off.

I was much shorter than she was and probably two-thirds of her weight. Face to face we stood and camera flashes documented the energy between us. Unblinking we just stared at each other. There was no handshake, there was no hug, there were no words exchanged.

Dad wanted tickets again, so I got him some. Like the previous fight he came to, the cost was covered by the management team and this time as it was a bigger fight they would also cover the premium options as well. I may actually make a bit of money out of this one. Of course, I could equally make no money out of it and get fucked by up to 100 men and women while my Dad watches. 100 tickets were sold in hours and there was massive demand for more. The fight was nearly moved to another venue, but time restraints prevented it. We could have doubled the sales which would have doubled the winning pot, but it was not to be. Incidentally, 100 is the limit for sex. The venues get bigger and more people watch you get your brains fucked out of your skull, but only 100 people can actually have sex with you. This creates a higher demand for those tickets and so you get into tiered pricing.

Still, a prize pot of 2000 credits was not bad for a second fight. Most people at the second fight stage were fighting at a loss. I couldn't complain. Again, the ring entry process was rehearsed so many times it got boring. Repetition did work though and it did help. Confidence is much higher when you know what you are doing. I flipped into the ring again and danced around for the crowd. 100 people was so much louder than 50. My outfit was the same as the first fight. It had been popular and so as voted by my paid subscribers I wore the same colours. It would probably become my brand, the exclusive rights to the outfit design and colour scheme had been requested by my team. Interestingly it had been requested in my name and not as a joint venture. I would own my brand if it was granted which was a nice touch.

I was relieved of my robe and I bounced in my corner wearing just gloves and panties. Steph came into the ring and her entry was just sombre. No shit, no dancing, no sexiness, just business. I was an inconvenience to her and she was just going to take out the trash. We were read the rules again and all the time we just stared at each other. "Do not take the cheap punch on glove tap, the crowd do NOT like it." That had been my advice, but I so wanted to smash her smug face.

I glared at her and she just smiled at me from around her mouth guard. The bell rang and I offered my right glove for the tap. She tapped it and the millisecond they touched her right glove smashed into the side of my face. I didn't even see it coming and I saw stars. I actually saw stars. Fuck. My legs wobbled and I fell forward. Luckily she also stepped forward as she whipped her left to finish me off and instead of face-planting into the mat I wrapped my arms around her and used her to stop my fall. Her left slammed into my shoulder. It hurt, but it was not the finisher that she was hoping for.

I could hear the crowd booing her cheap shot as I clung onto her while I worked out how my legs worked again. "Soft bitch," she sneered into my ear as she kept hitting me as I grappled her, "Your dad is gonna watch you get split in half."

The referee stepped in and split us up. I feigned more awareness than I had and held eye contact with him. That really hurt. Really really hurt. This could be a very short fight. She banged her gloves together and grinned at me. She wanted this to be quick. The referee was happy I was okay and stepped out of the way. She launched a left that I saw and ducked, but my brain was still rattling and her right caught me really nicely. I knew her left would be on the way and I had no idea where it was coming from. It would put me out when it landed. I let my legs fold underneath me. They were well on their way anyway. I clam-shelled my gloves and arms up over my face as I headed for the floor. Her left didn't land and I flopped onto the mat bonelessly. "Ow," I said to myself.

I could still feel my legs though. I was still awake and not laid out on my back waiting for my forfeit. Those had been two massive hits and I took them. Okay, I was on my ass, but that was strategic. I will give it to her that she had disorientated me and if I had tried to stay standing I would still be on the mat now, but I would be KO'd instead of pondering my next move.

I left it a second and then sat up again. I glared at her. I was hurting but I was very aware still. I am not going to downplay her punch as, yeah, it hurt, but I took the knockdown to protect myself from the left that would have taken my head off. "Four... five..." the referee shouted as he showed the count on his hands in front of my face.

I rolled onto my back and sprang to my feet again using my legs to flick myself upright gymnastically. "Six... seven..." the referee said and I offered him my gloves. He pulled them and I pulled back harder than I needed to. He looked into my eyes and saw anger, not confusion so he stepped out of the way and the round continued.

She came in quickly, but she was in slow motion now that I had some range on her. Her right was easily avoided as she practically telegraphed it. I stepped out of the way of them and dodged each one easily. Between each badly thrown punch that she threw, I snapped a jab at her face. All of them connected, but some better than others. She over-committed and I stepped in with my own left. I smashed it into her nose and her head snapped back and she retreated. I grinned at her from around my mouthguard. "Yeah, felt that didn't ya," I goaded.

I heard the crowd roar with appreciation. They may get a fight after all. I was fairly defensive for the first round. I was fairly sure my name was Sophie, but if I was intensely questioned I could have been convinced that it wasn't. I was sure I could still feel my brain rattling and I was so glad when I heard the bell. She offered me a glove tap but I just turned my back. Fuck her. She launched at me when my back was turned as I disrespected her, but the referee stepped in the way before she connected and pushed her to her corner. The crowd went insane and they were on my side. That was half the battle. Of course, if I lost they would still enjoy nailing me from all angles, but it was nice to have them on my side.

"You okay?"

"Uh-huh," I nodded.

"Sure?"

"Yeah, fucking slut. That was cheap. Fucking hurt though."

"Yep, you good?" he asked to which I just nodded.

A light was shone into my eyes while they checked the medical feeds. I had been hit hard, that was a concussion check. They were not happy about something, but they hadn't thrown the towel in. "Am I okay?" I asked. I felt okay, but I had just been punched in the face so my assessment was maybe not as reliable as it would have been under normal circumstances.

"Yep, all good," he said and swayed to the side so I could see her corner. She was having the same check. I had hit her hard as well. "She will probably try it again. She has lost the crowd anyway. Accept the glove tap, but be alert."

"Confirm you are okay," he reiterated as he visually assessed me.

I nodded my head and was on my feet before the bell. I bounced as I waited for her and shook the tension out of my arms. The bell went and she offered her glove. I raised mine and watched as her right arm tensed again. She threw the same punch and I ducked it like it was slow motion. I saw red and I threw my own which connected so powerfully it stung my own fist and I felt a ripple of pain radiate up the inside of my wrist. That wasn't good. She rocked back onto the ropes but she stayed up. I danced around her like she was rooted to the floor. She was slower than me and it was almost too easy. Snapping jabs at her face and body I waited for an opening. Each time I saw one though she wrapped me up and just grappled me. I took a warning for hitting the back of her head and just to piss her off I hit her again. "I am going to make you forget your name," she snarled, "No daddy saving you, he is going to watch you get destroyed and then add the final load. You can pick where it goes. Ass or mouth?"

The referee split us up and with her hands low I snapped a right jab into her face as she pulled away. It connected and her head snapped back again. That annoyed her, that really annoyed her and she came at me with such intensity I ended up having to grapple her in return. I still took the second round though. I needed to put her down though as I had been on the floor in round one.

"Can I take the sly punch?"

"No," was the reply, "Keep the crowd." I knew that would be the answer, but I felt I needed to ask the question anyway. I would love nothing more than to walk up, tap her glove and then take her head off before she even saw what was happening.

I bounced to my feet and waited for her. She came into the middle for the third round. "You stupid enough to try it again?" I goaded, "Dumb bitch."

Anger flashed in her eyes and she glared at me. I offered my left this time and I saw her left arm tense. She really was going to do it again. I tapped her glove and watched her body. I waited for the left, but I watched the right as well just in case.

She threw it and the crowd booed as she did so. I ducked it and knowing she would be following with her right I upper cut her to the chin. I felt her teeth rattle as my glove slammed into her jaw. I felt my wrist pulse with pain, but it faded instantly as my adrenaline flowed. I heard her grunt and the booing crowd switched to cheering as I landed the hit. She flopped back onto the ropes and the elastic of them bounced her back towards me. She was raising up her guard, but not quick enough and my right fist slammed into the side of her face unopposed. The fight left her as did her coordination. My left was already incoming, but she didn't need it, she was done. "Lights out Steph," I said to myself in my own head. "Down you go."