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Part 8

Fight Night Part Two: The Main Event

“Hope you like the taste, Lara”, Rachel grabbed the back of Lara's head and, before the Tomb Raider was able to take a deep breath in, the statuesque blonde pushed her face down beneath the surface of the oil. “There's about a quart of Itagaki's cum mixed in here. He makes us milk him every night, for hours, just for this”.

She was dressed just like Lara, in a tiny thong bikini that covered her pussy, her nipples, and a few square inches of flesh between her legs, only Rachel's bikini was the same deep shade of shiny purple that her dress had been. The spaghetti-strap top provided scant support for her almost supernaturally gravity-defying E-cup breasts.

Lara lashed out with her arms, trying to grab Rachel's ankles, but the tall blonde managed to stay maddeningly just beyond her grasp.

“Now, what do we have here?”, a cruel smile curled Rachel's glossy red lips. Still holding Lara's mouth and nose under the surface, she hooked two fingers under the back of her bikini-bottoms, took a firm grip, then yanked upwards.

“MmMmmmMbbbBBllllMMbblllmm!!!”, bubbles rose around Lara's head as she mumbled angrily into the shallow gooey liquid. Cat-calls and cheers erupted from the crowd as audience members were granted an unobstructed view of the Tomb Raider's perfect ass. Rachel stretched the rubbery back of her bikini-bottoms up as far as it would go, several inches above Lara's arched lower back, then held it there, watching with glee as her opponent squirmed and struggled to hold her breathe beneath the surface of the oil.

An image flashed up on a huge wall-mounted screen at the back of the room, a close-up of Lara's rear end: her flexing oil-slick thighs, her deeply wedgied heart-shaped ass glistening beneath the bright arena lights, the plump fleshy lips of her shiny pomegranate-pink pussy mound, bisected by the stretched-taut fabric of her aqua-blue bikini bottoms. She was clearly suffering a torturous few seconds as Rachel flossed the garment's bunched-up seat slowly back and forth between her legs, letting it dig deep into Lara's barely covered pussy, squeaking it against her clit, irritating her half-exposed asshole.

*SNAP!*, Rachel abruptly let go, and “UUMMMbbbllmmmBBllmmlllmm!!”, the Tomb Raider's cries of anguish were smothered unintelligibly beneath the surface of the oil as her bikini-bottoms' rubbery seat snapped back into place, impacting painfully on the tender white insides of her ass-cheeks.

“Ooooohhh...”, Rachel cooed, “that must have hurt, huh, Lara?”. Taking advantage of her opponent's frustrated thrashings, she stepped over her legs and sat down on Lara's lower back. Finally pulling her face up out of the oil, the tall blonde rested her full weight on Lara's hips and wrenched her torso upright – until Lara's lower back was arched up at an unnatural angle approaching ninety degrees.

“HUUUAAAHHHHHH!!”, the Tomb Raider came up gasping and spluttering for air. Rachel wrapped her right forearm around her opponent's neck, then snaked her other arm up under Lara's armpit. Twisting her torso sideways, she grabbed her right elbow with her left hand and pulled it tight around Lara's throat, applying pressure to her carotid artery in a deadly sleeper hold that left the Tomb Raider's left arm dangling uselessly above her head.

“You.... *cough cough*... BITCH!!”, Lara managed to choke out between laboured gasps. Rachel's face was mere inches from her own now, the blonde's bee-stung lips twisted in a cruel smile as she effortlessly dominated the gasping Tomb Raider. “You're going to... (UNGH!!) p-pay for that, Rachel, *cough*, I promise you!!”

“Awww.... is this really the best you can do, Lara?”, Rachel narrowed the angle of her elbow, applying a few extra foot pounds of pressure to Lara's neck, restricting the blood-flow to her brain to a mere trickle. “I was expecting so much more from the world famous Tomb Raider. You're really proving to be quite a disappointment”.

“She's right, Lara”, Alister's voice crackled in her ear, equally, if not even more annoying than her opponent's. “As much as I'm enjoying watching you get taken down a few pegs by this kinky blonde fox, we do have a mission to accomplish here, young lady”.

Darkness was beginning to push in at the corners of Lara's vision. She could see the ropes, and the audience beyond them, stretching off into the distance in a kind of telescoping tunnel as Rachel's inescapable sleeper hold slowly but surely starved her brain of oxygen. The screen at the far end of the room displayed a close-up of Lara's face. She could see her own eyes beginning to roll back in their sockets, her tongue emerging from the corner of her mouth and hanging down in an embarrassing ahegao expression – while Rachel watched with studied sadism, smiling cruelly down at her blanched submissive face, savouring every humiliating detail of her victory over the weakening Tomb Raider, as she felt the fight slowly drain from Lara's straining, quivering curves.

“Well, it may not help me win my bet with Zip, but I'm going to stimulate your fight or flight response, Lara”, out in the panel van behind Itagaki Towers, Alister tapped a few commands into his computer console. “This should give your body a sudden jolt of adrenaline. Use that to escape from Rachel's hold, then turn the tables on her. Okay... Ready?”

Lara felt a lurching sensation spread out from the core of her body, like the feeling she got jumping over the edge of a cliff on a rappel line, or coming face to face with a snarling tiger in some backwoods South American rain forest. Her cloudy vision cleared immediately and she felt strength surge back to her limbs.

“Unngh!”, Rachel struggled to maintain her grip as Lara bucked and writhed beneath her. “Still a little fight left in you after all, huh?” She couldn't help but be distracted by the pleasurably lubricious sensation of Lara's smooth skin sliding back and forth beneath her barely covered pussy.

“Mmmm...”, the statuesque blonde moaned with excitement. “Yeah, that's right, Lara. Work that body while I choke you out, bitch... your skin feels sooo goooood against my clit....” A shudder of pleasure rippled up her spine as Rachel ground her pussy against Lara's back. Her grip loosened, only slightly, and just for a few seconds. But that was all Lara needed.

“Get off me (uuNNggh!)... you BITCH!!”, throwing her head forward, Lara bucked hard against Rachel's ass. The blonde's E-cup tits bounced wildly as she struggled to stay put, throwing her off balance and allowing Lara to flip her forward over her shoulder. The oil coating both of their bodies provided enough lubrication for Rachel's sleeper hold to slip griplessly up over Lara's head, and the stacked blonde went tumbling forward.

Lara was first to her feet. Before Rachel could regain her composure, the Tomb Raider lunged forward and came down on top of her opponent with her full body weight, crushing her down into the shallow pool of oil. Rachel grunted at the impact and found herself face to face with Lara, the former's full tits pressed nipple-to-nipple up against her own, their lips mere inches from each others', their hot breathes blasting and intermingling as the two strong-willed women fought desperately for dominance. Lara grabbed Rachel's wrists and pinned them either side of her head. Sitting on the blonde's belly, she lifted her hips up, then slammed them back down into Rachel's toned midriff, driving the air from her lungs.

“UUUUNNNNNFFFFHHHH!!!”, Rachel grimaced as Lara's thick ass descended again on her exposed mid-section. “You FAT fucking BITCH!!”, she screamed, bucking and writhing wildly beneath Lara, who was now firmly in control with her opponent's twisting torso trapped between her muscular thighs.

“That's rich coming from you!”, she hissed. “When was the last time you looked at yourself in a mirror, Rachel, from behind?” The Tomb Raider manoeuvred her calves underneath Rachel's oil-slick torso, then crossed her ankles just below her lower back. “You have more ass than a donkey farm, Rachel. Take a pilates class sometime, you blonde slut!”

Locking her ankles together behind Rachel's back, Lara squeezed the blonde's torso between her sleekly muscled thighs with all of her strength.

“UUUNNNNNGGGGHHH!!!”, Rachel's eyes bulged. As much as the blonde hated to admit it, her opponent's coltish legs were packing some serious power. She wasn't sure how long she could last out against Lara's crushing leg lock; it made it almost impossible for her to breathe. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her own image being broadcast live from the screen at the far end of the room. Lara's gleaming, flexing thighs wrapped tight around her waist, the brunette's subtly striated abs rippling with effort and glistening with oil, her luscious 36-DD-cup tits threatening to spill out over the tops of her too-tight bikini cups as she leaned forwards over her writhing opponent. It was quite an erotic sight, even for Rachel.

It almost made her want to give in to her opponent. The sickly twinge of humiliating defeat was something the statuesque blonde secretly craved. But what she wanted no longer mattered. This was Itagaki's show. That twisted little imp's power over her was unassailable; this much Rachel had learned the hard way over the past few months.

There was no other option.

Lara had to lose.

********

“Damn, man!”, Zip leaned forward in his seat, drinking in the scene of his hot young boss dominating her voluptuous blonde opponent – who looked somehow familiar to the African-American gadget geek's eyes. “Lara's really kickin' some ass out there, Alister! BTW, I'm callin' dibs on her ass once we get back to Croft Manor after the mission. Literally, man. I'm gonna shove my dick right up that tight white ass the moment we're wheels down on the runway at Heathrow, you hear?”

“Yes, yes. Very good, Zip. You can have Lara's ass all to yourself after our mission is successfully completed, as per our agreement”, Alister replied, observing the scene through Lara's eyes. “But we're still far from home and dry yet. In fact, haven't you noticed something a little... off about the vast majority of Itagaki's serving girls?”

“A little off?”, Zip scoffed, imitating Alister's British accent. “Man, I noticed they all fine as fuck”.

“Indeed, they are. I won't argue that point. But I've been running a facial recognition program on several of the girls Lara's looked at, and I've come across a rather unusual correlation. You see, Zip, all of the girls I've been able to identify so far are either fighters in some kind of advanced martial arts competition, titled rather inexplicably Dead or Alive, or else world famous celebrities and 'it-girls'. I find it highly unlikely that such a diverse bunch of rich and powerful females would willingly submit themselves to Itagaki's....”

“Excuse me, sir?”, a voice behind Zip startled him from his secret conversation. He turned too quickly, and found himself staring straight down a deep valley of cream-white cleavage.

“Er... you mean me?”, Zip's cock, already straining against his shorts, immediately rigidified steel-hard, filling out the front of the tech geek's tuxedo slacks like a tent pole. The girl now leaning over his shoulder, looking deep into his eyes with her own big, beautiful light grey irises, was one of the most alluring women Zip had ever encountered – including his boss. She had short, light-grey hair, almost white at the roots, obviously dyed, cut in a kind of feathered bob-style that suited the heart-shaped contours of her cool, tough girl face to a tee. Her lipstick was a subtle shade of pink, less outright whorish than Rachel's deep red gloss, but applied to this girl's naturally pouting, cupid's bow lips it looked irresistibly tempting. Zip couldn't help but wonder what it would look like smeared all over the coal-black shaft of big thick cock.

The girl was dressed like all the other waitresses at the club, in a short, tight-fitting fetishized French maid outfit, complete with ass-exposing hemline, lacy black stockings and garters, patent leather pumps with five inch stiletto heels, frilly white apron, and a plunging neckline that curved down low enough to leave a mouth-watering glimpse of cream-white cleavage alluringly on display. Zip could see all the way down the girl's top; her perfect white tits were encased in a black satin half-cup bra that pushed them up deliciously, while still leaving her taut pink nipples half-exposed above the tops of the cups.

“Of course, sir”, the girl replied. She gave no indication that Zip's leering down-blouse gaze bothered her in the least. “I was just wondering if you would like to partake of your S-level VIP membership benefits, sir? You are one of the highest ranking members at the club this evening, so I would be happy to offer you any special services you may require. My name is Christie, by the way, sir”.

“Uhhh...Okay, Christie”, Zip thanked his lucky stars that he had had the forethought to max out his club membership before the mission, when he had hacked into Tecmo's corporate database to upload his cover identity. “Maybe you can, uh, just refresh my memory... what special services exactly does my S-Level membership get me?”

“Yes, sir”, the girl's rich velvet voice sounded more like a dominatrix'; it was equal parts disconcerting and beguiling to hear her speak so subserviently. “I can offer you drinks from the bar, snacks prepared by our Michelin-starred chef, and a wide variety of personal entertainment services, including lap dance, strip tease, hand relief, oral sex, and tit-fucking. If you require any more explicitly sexual services, such as full Thai body massage, rimming, penetrative sex, anal, or group encounters, then I'm afraid we will have to retire to one of the nearby private rooms, sir”.

“Daaammmnnn....”, Zip gawked, open-mouthed. “Now that's what I call service”.

It took his brain a few seconds to process this cornucopia of potential pleasures. So his other head took over. He grabbed Christie's hand and pulled her between the seats to stand in front of him. The tall white-haired beauty offered no resistance as Zip pushed up her dress and palmed and squeezed her ass. Turning her around to take in her svelte curves from every angle possible, Zip groped her thighs, smacked her taut bubble-butt, slid his hands up under her dress to palm and manhandle her toned belly and smooth lower back, then spent several seconds just squeezing and groping her tits – absentmindedly comparing them to Lara's luscious breasts, but not being able to say for sure which girl's glorious rack he truly preferred. Finally, he grabbed Christie's flaring hips and forced her down onto her knees before him.

“I think we'll skip the drinks, Christie”, Zip growled. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks. “Just take it out and suck it”.

“Yes, sir”. Christie immediately shuffled forward between Zip's spread thighs and placed her knees on the two padded steps positioned just in front of his chair.

“So that's what those are for, huh?”, Zip nodded as Christie's slender fingers, her nails painted light pink just like her lipstick, slid inside his slacks and played over the sizeable bulge tenting out his shorts. Zip's cock strained upward at the contact, stretching out his shorts like a rising python.

“Mmmmm...” Christie moaned sexily. “So eager...” She located Zip's big uncut cockhead beneath his boxers and tickled it with her manicured fingernails. Zip's thighs tensed up. A wet patch blossomed over the fabric of his shorts as a thick pulse of gelatinous pre-cum oozed from the eye of his cock. Christie eased her fingers inside the leg-hole of Zip's tight blue shorts and located his shaft. It twitched at her touch, scaldingly hot against her cool moist palm. Maintaining smouldering eye contact with Zip, the white-haired girl encircled his girth with her forefinger and thumb, and gave it a few smooth strokes inside his shorts. She smiled up at Zip's anxious expression as his shaft throbbed and thickened steadily in her hand. Then she started pulling it down, bending the black man's rigid cock almost painfully until it popped out below the left leg-hole of his shorts.

“Oh, my gosh...”, Christie took a deep breath in through her nose. Zip's cock had been semi-hard all night, stewing inside his slacks since his spanking session with Lara on the back seat of the limo earlier. A thick layer of slimy musk-scented pre-ejaculate had built up around the black man's glands, leaving the inside of his uncut foreskin a hot-house mess of gluey off-white smegma. Up close, the scent was truly overpowering. Christie wrinkled up her nose at the cloying stench of male virility, but only for a second, before leaning forward, pressing her lips to the circle of Zip's swarthy, cum-dripping foreskin, and sliding her tongue down inside it.

“Awwww.... fuck yeah...”, Zip groaned deep in his chest. Leaning back in his chair, he ran his fingers through Christie's glossy light-grey hair. Her tongue felt incredible, sliding around his still-sheathed cock-head, working its way down inside his foreskin and slathering the super-sensitive flesh of his nerve-rich head meat with the white girl's saliva. The expression on her face, an uneasy mixture of instinctive arousal and olfactory revulsion brought on by the heady scent of his cum-oozing cock-head, excited the tech geek no end. Tightening his grip, he turned Christie's head sideways and pulled her in towards his groin, forcing the lower four inches of his cock into her hot wet mouth. It bulged out the side of the white girl's face as Zip pushed his cock into the smooth fleshy inside of her cheek. Christie moaned huskily around his wrist-thick girth, feeling syrupy saliva bubble up between her lips and drool down over her chin, from where it dripped in long elasticated strands down to splatter wetly on her cleavage.

“Yeah, Christie”, Zip stroked the side of the white girl's face, where his cock-head bulged out beneath her cheek. “That's what I'm fuckin' talkin' 'bout, girl”. Grabbing her hair he pulled her up between his thighs, and his cock slid out between Christie's lips. She gasped and coughed a little, gazing up at Zip obediently. A long glistening bridge of saliva stretched from her plump lower lip to the tip of his cock, sagging beneath its own weight.

“Now take it out, properly”, Zip demanded, lifting his butt up off the chair as Christie immediately leaned forward and started tugging his shorts down over his thighs. Zip watched the white haired beauty's eyes became wider and wider as she pulled his shorts down lower and lower, yet his cock shaft seemed to continue on endlessly. At last, when Zip's shorts were nearly down around his knees, his waistband finally cleared the bulbous head of his cock, and the thick black shaft sprang up like a jack-in-a-box. It slapped hard against the underside of Christie's chin, making her flinch and jerk back, before rearing up a second time to slide wetly over the white girl's pouty pink lips, finally ending up pressed flush against the underside of her flaring nostrils.

“Oh, my God...”, Christie whispered, almost reverentially, her hot breath tickling the tip of Zip's cock in a very pleasant manner. The thick black shaft now towering before her face was by far the biggest she had ever encountered. It was literally as thick as her forearm, and perhaps a couple of inches longer. Its surface fairly vibrated with sexual energy; thick tubular veins bulged and pulsed to a rhythmic beat beneath the shiny obsidian skin. She had no idea how she was going to fit this monstrous thing down her throat.

“Umm... sir?”, she started nervously. “Perhaps I-I can recommend one of the other serving girls... It's just they have more, umm... experience with this kind of thing that I do, and I'm really not sure if I'll be able to...”

“Nah”, Zip cut her off, “you'll do just fine, Christie. Just take your time, suck it good. I wanna see if you can beat Lara's record and take it all the way down to... here”, the black man pointed to a section of his shaft roughly three inches up from the base. Christie estimated that she would have to swallow a solid foot of forearm-thick meat before her lips were anywhere near Zip's finger.

“Well, it ain't gonna suck itself, babe”, Zip worked his fingers down into Christie's glossy light-grey hair. “Now get to work. I got a wrestlin' match to watch”.

Christie swallowed hard.

“Y-yes, sir. Of course...”, allowing Zip to guide her movements, she leaned in and, opening her mouth jaw-achingly wide, took the head of his cock between her pouty pink-painted lips. The girth of his shaft stretched them to a wide oval, plugging Christie's warm oral cavity air-tight as Zip eased himself into the back of her mouth.

“Mmmbbbllmm....”, the tech geek felt Christie tense up as the bulbous head of his cock pushed its way past her tonsils. She balked at the contact, wretching a little on his rigid pole as he slowly pulled her down towards his crotch.

“Easy girl”, the black man stroked her lustrous white hair. “We can take it slow, if you like”.

He eased up on the back of her head, allowing Christie's flaring nostrils to suck down a few desperate gasps of air. Her eyes were starting to tear up as she gagged helplessly on his thick, invading meat. Grateful for this opportunity to take things more at her own pace, Christie wrapped both of her hands around Zip's shaft and, marvelling at the fact that her slender fingers literally could not meet around the coal-black girth of his huge rigid cock, she started pumping it steadily. Tightening her grip and sliding her palms firmly up and down the lower eight inches of Zip's jutting manhood, Christie moved her head back until just the plum-sized crown remained in her mouth. She sucked hard, hollowing out her cheeks and staring up at Zip expectantly.

“Yeaahhhh...”, the black man groaned deep in his chest. Several warm salty spurts of pre-cum erupted from the eye of his cock, coating Christie's swirling tongue in a thick layer of tangy spunk that made her mouth water. “Keep it up, girl. We can go slow on the deep throat action, for now. Just keep milkin' me like that an' I'll stay plenty happy”.

Christie smiled around Zip's drooling cock head, as best she could, and nodded her head. Keeping up a steady, twisting, milking motion with both hands wrapped tight around the lower eight inches of the black man's shaft, she started working her tongue insistently back and forth over the sensitive underside of his cock head, at the same time bobbing her head up and down and applying suction to his shaft with her naturally-pouting, pink-glossed lips.

Secretly, she was hoping she could make Zip blow his load in her mouth before she had to take on the daunting task of deep-throating this huge black cock.

“You know, Zip”, Alister's voice crackled in the tech geek's ear. “I think, next time, I'll be the field operative, and you can sit outside in the van, parked behind the building, doing research, on your own. How does that sound?”.

Zip just chuckled, leaned back in his seat, and turned his attention back to the wrestling.

*********

“J-just give it up, Rachel!”, Lara gasped. “I don't want to have to hurt you!”.

The oiled-up Tomb Raider was still sitting atop her statuesque blonde opponent's flexing abs, with her long legs wrapped around her waist, struggling to maintain her dominant position as Rachel bucked and squirmed wildly beneath her.

“Oh, s-spare me your (unNGH!)... bullshit, Lara!”, Rachel panted shallow breathes as the air was literally squeezed from her lungs by Lara's supple flexing thighs. “Don't you s-see? I don't want to (NNGGH!!)... to fight you either! It's all (haahhh!) I-Itagaki, and DOATEC!! Those ssick fucks (UGGH!) are controlling all of us!!”

“What the hell are you even...”, Lara started, but before she could finish, Rachel lunged forward. Bending her shoulders back at an unnatural angle, since Lara still had her wrists pinned to the floor above her head, at the limits of her flexibility the stacked blonde was able to press her lips up against Lara's and force the wide-eyed Tomb Raider into a sizzling French kiss that took her completely by surprise.

“Mnnnnmmmmmnnmm??!!”, Lara tried to back away, but realized she couldn't risk letting go of Rachel's wrists. She had no choice but to submit to her opponent's long and steamy make-out session as Rachel's glossed lips smacked against her own, and the blonde's dextrous tongue thrust its way between her teeth to lash and twist with Lara's in the hotly salivating interior of her mouth.

Distracted by her opponent's passionate frenching, Lara failed to notice Rachel's legs rise up behind her back. Although the blonde couldn't quite hook them over her head as she had intended, she did manage to catch the bow of Lara's bikini top between her toes. A sharp yank was all it took to untie the straps, and Lara's bare breasts bounced free.

“Damnph umph!!”, the Tomb Raider mumbled into Rachel's glossy red lips, instinctively raising her hands to cover up her tits.

“Big mistake, bitch!”, Rachel reacted fast as lightning. Bucking hard against Lara's pussy, she quickly managed to unbalance her opponent, then planted both her hands and her feet on solid ground beneath the surface of the oil. With a rising cry of feminine exertion, Rachel started to arch her lower back slowly upwards. Grunting with effort, and completely inverting her spine in an impressive show of flexibility, the stacked blonde bent her trembling body into an upside-down U-shape. Lara's leg-lock couldn't maintain traction on her opponent's oil-slippery skin, and so she toppled over and fell backwards to land with a wet splat in the ankle-deep pool behind her.

The crowd roared, and Rachel, seemingly reinvigorated by their excitement, flipped to her feet and charged at Lara.

“UMMMPPHH!!”, one-hundred-and-forty pounds of toned muscle, bouncing breasts, and thick bubble-ass slammed into Lara from the side, sending her sprawling backwards. Her thick chestnut brown hair, long since dishevelled from its artistic up-swept style of earlier, whipped around her head and plastered itself to her face and neck, temporarily blinding the Tomb Raider. Her top was now gone without a trace, and Lara's full 36-DD-cup tits glistened beautifully beneath the arena's hot yellow spotlights.

“Damnit!!”, she stumbled to her feet, “Rachel, what were you trying to tell me just now, about Itagaki?” Lashing out clumsily at an invisible enemy, she tried to flick the wet hair out of her face, with little success. “And something you called... DOATEC? What the hell is that supposed to... UUNNGGH!!”

The reason for Rachel's absence from the ring now quickly became clear to Lara as her opponent crashed down on top of her, having climbed up to the top corner turnbuckle and launched herself forward in a crushing diving crossbody.

“MMMNNPPHHH!!”, Lara caught a faceful of Rachel's perfect tits and found herself pinned to the floor beneath her opponent's hotly writhing, oiled-up curves. “Whamph the blubby hell are you phrying to doomph?!”, she mumbled into the blonde's luscious cleavage.

“What do you think, Lara?”, Rachel panted above her, “I'm trying to win, like I'm supposed to”. Still resting most of her weight on Lara's torso to keep her subdued, Rachel cupped the sides of her breasts in both palms and pushed them together on either side of the Tomb Raider's flushed face – effectively tit-fucking Lara's entire head in the deep glistening valley of her hot oil-slick cleavage.

Deciding that fair was fair, Lara reached behind Rachel's back and yanked hard on the string-tie holding her bikini top together. The skimpy garment untied effortlessly, then slid out from under Rachels oiled-up E-cup tits and disappeared below the surface of the pool where Lara discarded it. Not that this seemed to bother Rachel very much, who in fact seemed happy that Lara had saved her the trouble of untying it herself; since she was now free to use her full supple tits to more effectively smother Lara's gasping lips and flaring nostrils. Smiling down at her desperately twisting opponent, she rubbed her taut pink nipples all over Lara's face, sliding them over her lips, pushing them into her cheeks, even brushing them back and forth over her squeezed-closed eyelids, before bouncing her heavy tits up and down on top of the Tomb Raider's frustrated aristocratic features.

Needless to say, the audience was going bat-shit crazy by this point. All eyes in the fifty-strong crowd were locked on the two struggling specimens of femininity as they both went all out in their efforts to subdue each other. The men placed bets feverishly on their favourite to prevail, or on which girl would be the first to lose her bikini-bottoms, or on whose pussy would get eaten out first by her opponent. Cash swapped hands at a rate of a million Hong Kong Dollars a minute among the rich and powerful business men and entrepreneurs in attendance. So Rachel's next move almost triggered a riot.

Taking advantage of Lara's prone position beneath her, Rachel swivelled her entire body around on top of her opponent, grabbed Lara's legs, and positioning her own knees over the Tomb Raider's forearms, effectively pinning them to the floor on either side of her head, the statuesque blonde lowered her muscular thighs and thick bubble-ass down onto Lara's face.

“UMMMNNNNNPPPHHHHH!!!”, Lara mumbled unintelligibly into the supple white undersides of Rachel's thong-split ass-cheeks. She tried to kick out with her legs, but the strong blonde wrapped both of her arms around Lara's thighs and pinned them together. Try as she might, the Tomb Raider couldn't dislodge her opponent's heavy heart-shaped ass from her face.

“I told you you'd be nose-deep in my ass before the fight was over, didn't I, Lara?”, Rachel glanced over her shoulder, smiling cruelly down into Lara's outraged eyes, which was all she could see of the Tomb Raider's face currently – the rest having disappeared completely beneath the shiny white globes of her thick milf ass. Maintaining sizzling eye-contact with Lara, Rachel spread her thighs a little wider on either of her head, a move which opened up her buttocks a little more and literally forced Lara's nostrils flush up against the blonde's puckered pink asshole – the only thing separating them was the bunched-up seat of Rachel's shiny purple bikini-bottoms.

Lara bucked and squirmed beneath her opponent with all of her remaining strength. But Rachel's ass was just too big, and the blonde's dominant position above her was simply too unassailable for Lara to dislodge her smothering glutes from her face and gasp down even so much as a single breath of much-needed oxygen. After all of her desperate struggles throughout the evening, the Tomb Raider's stamina reserves were almost completely depleted. She didn't think she could last much longer against this woman, this specimen of womanhood who seemed to possess the strength and endurance of an Amazon in her broad-shouldered, statuesque, yet at the same time voluptuous and undeniably seductive, hourglass figure.

Rachel laughed melodiously down at the look of desperation in Lara's big hazel eyes. Gathering the Tomb Raider's trembling thighs to her chest, she leaned backwards until almost her entire body-weight was crushing down on Lara's face, smothering the slowly suffocating English woman beneath an inescapable mass of oiled-up supple white ass-flesh.

“I know you can still hear me, Lara”, she cooed down at her hapless opponent. “I just want to let you know that, after I defeat you, I think Itagaki will take you as his new favourite whore. Do you know what that means, Lara?”

Rachel slid one hand down the back of Lara's thigh. She pulled her opponent's legs a little further back over her shoulder, until the Tomb Raider's body was almost bent double at her waist with her ass and pussy embarrassingly exposed to the cameras. Rachel waited until an extreme close-up of Lara's gleaming heart-shaped ass appeared on the screen at the far end of the room. Then she slid her middle finger underneath the seat of Lara's aqua-blue bikini-bottoms. Hooking the fabric over to one side of her ass, she laid bare the Tomb Raider's waxed-smooth pomegranate-pink pussy mound, and the cute puckered ring of her asshole, for everyone in the audience to see. Lara struggled beneath her, but it was only a token show of resistance now; they both knew who was in charge at this point.

“It means you're gonna get fucked, Lara. In more ways than you can imagine. That sick little shit is really gonna go to town on you, believe me. He just loves white girls with big tits”.

Rachel eased her middle finger down into the soft pink folds of Lara's sleek pussy lips. She started working it slowly back and forth inside the Tomb Raider's quivering fuck tunnel. A few seconds later she added her forefinger; and then her thumb found the slippery pink bud of Lara's clit and started worrying it insistently round and round in fast circular motions as Christie's pumping fingers slid progressively deeper and deeper into her hot wet aristocratic cunt – while all of this was broadcast live in super-high definition from the huge screen at the back of the room – although the crowd's cheers were drowning out the sound.

“And you know what the funniest part is, Lara? This was all a set-up. They knew you were coming. Ever since you hacked into their database and stole security clearance to crash this party. You stupid bitch. You and your nigger friend out in the audience never stood a chance!”

Lara felt a surge of panic at this last statement. How could Zip have been so careless?! And what did Rachel mean when she said 'they'? Wouldn't the more appropriate pronoun be 'we', since she was part of Itagaki's organization – wasn't she?

But all of these anxious thoughts and fretful fears gradually began to fade from the Tomb Raider's conscious mind as her brain ceased to function properly. Deprived of oxygen by Rachel's oiled-up milf ass pressing heavily down on her face, and distracted by the pleasurable sensations pulsing non-stop through her violated, exposed, finger-banged pussy, all Lara could think of in the final few moments before she succumbed to a humiliating orgasm in defeat, and passed out before a roomful of jeering Asian businessmen, was just how good it felt to be Rachel's bitch.

*******

“Mission abort, Zip!! I repeat, mission abort!!”, Alister's frenzied voice buzzed loudly in Zip's ear.

“Yeah, man, I'm seein' it. Lara's gettin' her ass handed to her out there. Or at least, that other girl is handing her ass to her... or somethin'. Ahh, you know what I mean, man. This is not how it's supposed to go down. Definitely not cool!!”

The tech geek tried to stand up, but Christie stopped him. She still had Zip's big precum-oozing black cock sandwiched between her tits as she worked her gorgeous rack firmly up and down his fourteen-inch length.

“Oh, man...”, Zip whined reluctantly. “I'm real sorry about this, Christie, but maybe we can finish up some other time, girl. There's just somethin' I gotta take care of first...”

The white-haired beauty looked up at him with a puzzled expression in her light-grey eyes. A syrupy string of saliva stretched from her plump lower-lip all the way down to Zip's ripe-to-nut cock head, which she had just allowed to slip from her mouth a second ago after a long and passionate tit-fucking and cock-sucking session.

Zip had almost blown his load five times while watching Lara's fight, but the grey-eyed girl working his cock relentlessly throughout seemed to have a sixth sense about when he was going to cum. Every time he felt his cock begin to twitch with impending release, she would ease her attentions back, treat his balls to a lewd and sloppy tongue bath, or jerk just the base of his shaft with her fingers circled tight around his pulsing girth like a cock ring, while blowing long cool breathes of air on his twitching helmet until he had calmed down enough for her to start the whole process over again, making it absolutely impossible for Zip to find the release that he so craved. He already had a major case of blue balls, and felt ambivalently torn between his loyalties to Alister and their mission with Lara on the one hand, and his desperate need to nut all over Christie's beautiful face on the other.

“What's wrong, sir?”, the white-haired beauty asked innocently. “Did I do something wrong?”. Cupping one luscious breast in the palm of her hand, she took Zip's shaft in her other and slapped his protruding cock-head against her shiny pink nipple several times.

“Oh, please don't deprive me of your delicious, big load of creamy white spunk all over my face...”, she spoke demurely down at his cock, tickling it with her warm breath, as though she were addressing it and not Zip himself. Changing tack, she started slowly grinding his spit-slick glands repeatedly back and forth over her taut fleshy nipple.

“Or would you rather finish in my mouth, sir?” Bringing Zip's cock back up to her lips, she flicked her tongue quickly up and down over the most sensitive spot on the underside of his cock-head, right where the black man's stretched-taut foreskin connected in a deep V to his musk-oozing glands.

“Because that can be arranged...”, Christie worked the spot relentlessly with the tip of her tongue, glancing up at Zip every so often with her big light-grey eyes wide open, watching for a reaction, until all thoughts of Lara's plight, of the importance of his mission, of Alister's voice buzzing in his ear like an annoying British mosquito faded from the tech geek's conscious mind, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he found himself seemingly afloat on an endless sea of pure sensory bliss, with only a vague awareness of his immediate physical surroundings.

Alister's voice came to him as though from a long, long way away.

“(KSSHH...) cutting our comms signal, Zip. (KSSHHH...) onto you!! (KSSHH...) research leads me to believe that Itagaki has (KSSHHH...) the same thing we were! (KSSHH...) not who you think she is!! (KSSHH...) Repeat (KSSSHHH...) Christie is (KSSHH...) trained assassin!! (KSSHH...) think she's (KSSHH...) kill you!! Get out (KSSHH...) immediately!!”

The signal went dead.

Zip's eyes slowly flickered open. “Oh, shit....”

Christie had stopped working his dick. It now stood rigid and enormous before the white-haired girl's beautiful face, pulsing and swaying like an obsidian stone obelisk of phallic pre-ejaculation. A single brush from a falling feather, right at that moment, could literally have pushed Zip's orgasm over the edge. Unfortunately for him, Christie had other ideas.

“That's the last you'll be hearing from him, asshole”, her voice was suddenly stone cold.

It sent a chill shivering up Zip's spine. He tried to grab her arm, but Christie was supernaturally fast, lashing out with a poised knife-hand that found its target in a fraction of a fraction of a second. Before Zip had even had time to lift his arm up from beside his chair, Christie's manicured fingernails were already digging deep into the tech geek's cum-swollen balls, stopping just short of penetrating the skin. She hit a nerve cluster that sent pain signals blossoming out from the black man's nuts like a firework exploding in the night sky. Her second strike, delivered almost instantaneously, hit the underside of his cock shaft, down at the base where it dovetailed fleshily into the soft-muscle tissue of his scrotum. This one triggered another nerve cluster that Christie knew would temporarily negate any man's ability to reach climax.

Zip's cries of anguish are perhaps best left to the imagination.

Almost a minute later, when the tech geek was finally able to open his scrunched up eyes again and peer out at the world through a fog of tears and pain, he found himself staring at a shiny pair of black and gold limited edition Air Jordan sneakers.

Their owner glared down at him impassively.

“You and big-titted bitch. Think you are fuck with Itagaki? Very stupid man. Now, you pay... and Itagaki fuck. Yes, Itagaki fuck gooooood”.

Zip didn't even see the blow coming that rendered him unconscious.

End of part 8...
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