SG Liminal

Karla burst on the scene like no one before her ever had.  And it wasn't until Sylla's arrival, years later, that the Royale was so thoroughly taken by storm.

She arrived seemingly out of nowhere, claiming to be from California, but none of Jack and Lisa's west coast contacts had ever heard of her.  She just walked in off the street one hot, summer night and challenged the first person she met.  She defeated three of the club's regulars that first night.  Within a week, she had challenged and easily overwhelmed over a dozen of the less skillful men and women on the Royale's roster.

Young, blonde, and outrageously endowed with large, firm breasts, the heavily tattooed woman seemed unstoppable with a voracious sexual appetite and solid sexfighting skills.  She was aggressive in all of her matches, overwhelming her opponents with physical strength and boundless lust.  Her intelligent, playful, and charismatic demeanor disarmed her victims and she always took full advantage.

It wasn't long before Karla asked the owners for a real challenge.  Someone who might be able to keep up with her.  It was clear from the way she asked, that Karla didn't expect much.  But the Royale was the premier sex club in Houston, and had a deep roster of highly talented sexfighters that rarely competed publicly at the club.

Jack and Lisa decided, after much discussion, to set Karla up in a match against Doug.  He was far out of her league, being an extremely experienced competitor, but they were eager to slow her meteoric rise.  The match would take place in Doug's home, giving him a clear advantage and would not be in the traditional format Karla was used to.

Her early matches had all been first-to-cum.  Or first-to-cum three times in her matches against women.  This match would have no limit.  The winner was determined when one competitor submitted or couldn't continue.  She could cum as many times as she wanted, Jack explained to her, but if she couldn't handle any more, Doug would win.  Likewise, even if she made Doug cum, if he was able to recover and continue, the match wasn't over unless he submitted to her.

Karla eagerly accepted, obviously deeply aroused by the higher stakes of a true sexfight.

Doug fucked Karla like she had never been fucked before. 

Starting in his living room, she straddled him on his couch and rode him hard, shoving her incredible breasts into his face and squeezing her pussy around his huge cock.  It wasn't long before she was cumming.  But she didn't stop, grinding away at his cock, waiting for the signs that she was pushing him over the edge.

By the time Doug pushed her onto her back, she was covered in sweat and had brought herself to orgasm four times.  Instantly, he was on top of her, driving his cock in and out of her dripping pussy with a level of intensity she had never seen in a man before.  She came again and again.

When he finally withdrew, Karla slowly rose to her feet, swaying and panting.  Was it over?  Had she won?

Looking up at him, the grin she saw on his face was cruel.  He wasn't done.  His cock was as hard as when they started.  In a confused daze, her body attempted escape and she shambled towards the open door to his patio.

Strong fingers gripped her shoulders and bent her forward.  His cock was inside of her again and she was cumming again.  She leaned against the wall for support and moaned as this sexual beast pushed her closer and closer to the limits of her mind and body.

But those limits were never reached.  Suddenly, through the fog of her ecstasy, she sensed a change.  His rhythmic thrusts faltered.  His breathing hitched in his chest.  He was trying to hold back a massive orgasm and failing.

Karla pounced, disengaging and dropping to her knees in front of him.  She took his cock in both hands and pumped rapidly while sucking the tip and staring up at him with large, sexy eyes.

He came loudly, spurting huge gobs of semen across her breasts as she grinned up at him.  He stumbled backwards, all the energy gone from his body, and collapsed on the couch.

"You done, sugar?" she asked.

He could only nod, his eyes falling closed as he struggled to catch his breath.

Karla treated herself to a shower in Doug's master bathroom before leaving him, still sprawled on his couch.  She drove directly to the Royale and reported her victory to Lisa.

"I hope that's not the best you've got," Karla smugly informed her.  "Cause it will take a lot more than that to slow me down."

Icily, Lisa assured her that she would find a new match for her immediately.  And Lisa knew just who to call.

Jack would be furious with Lisa when he found out that she had set up Karla with Francis.  They had their own way of settling such disputes, and Lisa had no doubt that Jack would punish her more severely than ever before.  But it would be worth it.  When Francis had his way with Karla, all of that smug confidence would be permanently removed from her bitch face.

Francis was no longer a member of the Royale.  He had been banned years ago for disrespecting the rules and the other competitors.  He was a psychopath, pure and simple.  Lisa was more than a little afraid of him.  But she had seen him in action, and she wanted Karla to taste that fear first hand.  Lisa strongly suspected that she had seen the last of Karla when she sent her to meet Francis for their challenge match.

Karla was not impressed by the sleazy hotel room he had rented for the challenge.  And she was even less impressed with the man himself.  He was not in good shape and his cock was not very impressive.  He wouldn't even speak to her when she tried to make small talk as she undressed.

Fine, she thought.  This would be an easy victory.  And then she just might challenge Lisa herself.  She would finish him off quickly and then drive straight back to the club.

How wrong she was.

The moment she was naked, Francis threw her roughly to the bed.  He climbed on top of her and began to fuck her.  Not even a hint of foreplay.  Not an attempt at a kiss.  There wasn't even any lust in his eyes.  Just the stone cold dead stare of a madman.

And he fucked her hard.  What he lacked in size he made up for in wild animal strength. He showed no interest in her large, perfectly round and firm breasts.  He did not gaze lustfully into her eyes.  He did not run his hands along her smooth, lithe body.  Francis fucked her with a singular purpose: To sexually devastate her body until she begged for relief.

Karla, despite her repulsion to the man, felt her body responding to his violence.  If this was the way he wanted to fuck, she would beat him at his own game.  She came.  And then she came again.  And again.  Francis never slowed his pace or changed position.  On and on he fucked her, like a machine.  Hours passed.  She clenched her teeth and glared up at him as he pounded her.

"Is that all you got?" she taunted.  "I've been fucked harder by nuns.  I've known eunuchs with bigger cocks.  I've taken..."

With a bellow of rage Francis gripped her by the throat and squeezed, slamming his cock into her with bestial fury.  Karla came yet again and this time the orgasm didn't stop.  She could barely breathe and she could feel her heart pounding in her ears, but she would never give up.  She closed her eyes and took everything he could give her.

Would he stop if she passed out, she wondered as she felt her mind begin to drift away.  A surge of panic ran through her body and her eyes flew open just in time to see Francis' face, red and contorted with hatred, inches from her own, screaming wordlessly.  And then she was filled with hot warmth as he came deep inside of her.

A moment later, he was off of her, muttering angrily and dressing.  He was out the door before she had recovered enough to sit up.

Karla did not drive straight back to the Royale to challenge Lisa.  She went home and slept for 14 hours.  But she did go back.