Chapter 2

Thanks to my lifetime gold pass (see Ch 1) I was strolling around the Mercure Convention Centre, Ancol, in Jakarta; its only international resort hotel, in my cargo pants, T-shirt stretched over my belly and Timex watch. I didn’t really fit in as the rest of the attendees gathered there to watch the All Asian Sexfight Championship were rich Asians. However, we were all there, looking forward to the ten days of contests.

The field of 32 meant 30 knockout matches to watch before the grand final and I was looking forward to the first elimination round of 16 contests. With the first eight seeds matched against the lowest-ranked, these would mostly be one-sided contests, though occasionally a quick-rising, in-form newcomer pulled a surprise against an overconfident seed. However, most of the other 8 first round matches were more even contests where class and skills were more equal. I had read the draw and circled one first-round match as a do not miss no matter what. A matchup made in heaven, and one I was going to watch from the first row of the auditorium, up close to the action.

It was a Hue sexfight between the two youngest Japanese in the rankings. To me, it looked suspiciously like a rigged draw due to increasing Japanese financial input. Two closely ranked competitors: one seed 11, the other seed 17, plus a bitter rivalry between the two both for the number 1 ranking in Japan and for personal reasons from incidents in past clashes between the two. Furthermore, both had the same contest, the Hue sexfight, as their preferred number one choice. Thus, there was no need to compare the contestant’s list of desired contests till a match was made when the event that was highest in both lists matched. It would be a promoter’s dream to have this clash and a Hue sexfight as the first event. Tell me it was a random draw. Perhaps I can sell you the Sydney Harbour Bridge as well?

The Hue sexfight originated from the one area in Vietnam where the women were prepared to use force in their sexfight. It was a rarity in Vietnam as most women valued their looks too much to catfight and they preferred to humiliate the other woman by proving that they were the better woman in a test of sexual skills. In stripped-down terms (pun intended) the Hue sexfight meant you could physically control your opponent, say with a schoolgirl pin or with the Filipina control position, and go to work on their tits or cunt to make them cum with the other woman unable to compete. Basically, you could restrict your opponent’s movements and arouse her at the same time. Real wrestling moves that inflicted pain or caused damage such as a close line or knee drop would result in a disqualification, but the Japanese had been chipping away at the boundaries for a few years and it was now a different Hue sexfight compared to a few years ago.

These two Japanese relished facing each other in a Hue sexfight: this sort of halfway house which combined elements of martial combat with sexual arousing. Both contests were nineteen and physically they were the 2 different Japanese body types, and both had wanted the longest match possible: a first to five orgasms, meaning at least five but up to nine orgasms in total would have been drawn for a victory to occur.

Nozomi Kimura was long-bodied, short-legged, 5 ft 2, fleshy at 120 pounds and measured 33C 27 37. Expelled from three schools for fighting and bullying, the heavily tattooed seed 11 was a shop assistant at a Sex Aid shop and ‘hostess’ at an establishment for wealthy Japanese businessmen. Her parents worked on the assembly line at a subsidiary of one of the Big 10 Japanese conglomerates, Mitsubishi UFJ Financial Group, Inc., enjoying their mass group factory for 1 week, 6 countries annual tour. Round-faced and long-haired, most of Nozomi’s sponsorship salary was spent on cosmetics and clothes. The sex toys she got for free. She was sponsored by Mitsukoshi, Japan’s largest retail chain which owned at arm’s length the sex shop she worked in.

Mizuho Nisimura was the opposite. Tall and lean at 5ft 6 31B 21 31, the seed 17 was the daughter of a wealthy company director. She was an honours business student at Tokyo University and was sponsored by several Japanese government bodies associated with trade and research. In her spare time, she was an unwilling participant in academic staff gang rapes. The typical Japanese male view of women was very strong in the academic world. Unfortunately for her, her face was covered by old acne scars; otherwise, I would have rated her highly as a Japanese beauty, not being taken by the chubby, wide-eyed, slut girl look of Mizuho.

But it was not just their social background that gave fuel to the contest: The two were not just rivals for the no 1 Japanese ranking along with the 41-year-old ex-Toyota factory worker, Saomi Aiwaza, and the current top ten 32-year-old, Miyu Watase, but bitter enemies. At present Mizuho led four to three in their closely fought contests, but the shop assistant had won the last 2, and both had agreed to extend their personal victory rites for all future contests to 1 week. They had already been separated that evening in a dressing room catfight and threatened with disqualification for the night’s event if their off-contest animosity did not stop. Did I mention a rigged draw?

They stood facing each other on the stage in front of a packed audience in those string micro bikinis that only the Japanese wear. Mizuho’s outfit was a lurid pink one-inch square nipple covering and one by seven-inch cunt covering. Nozomi’s lime green one had identical one-inch square nipple covers with a one-by-four cunt covering. A look through my binoculars, an essential accessory on these occasions, showed Mizuho’s face had a cut swollen lip while Nozomi’s ballooning, tattooed tits had new scratch marks on them. Both were a result of the dressing room scuffle.

As they awaited the official’s signal to start Nozomi pulled her tiny tit coverings aside to expose her short but thick, stubby nipples. The nineteen-year-old University student reluctantly did so as well to reveal her smaller nipples before triumphantly pulling her cunt covering to the side with one hand displaying a thick black muff shaved into a one-inch strip five inches long. She pointed to the shop assistant and the crowd bayed like a pack of wolves for Nozomi to display hers. Reluctantly she did so and revealed her sparsely covered cunt: a disgrace in Japan where I would definitely not want to open a Brazilian wax shop.

Nozomi Kimura spat out, “You’re going down, bitch!” She cracked her knuckles meaningfully. “And you’ll spend all of next week going down, going down on my cunt, that is.”

“Don’t start planning your fantasy celebration,” the 19-year-old University of Tokyo Honours Business student Mizuho countered. “I’ve beaten you more times and I will make you squeal again, this time 24/7, starting after this championship ends.”

“I’ve won the last two against you and fucked you up bad, but a slut like you loved that. That’s why I’m eleven in the rankings and you’re seventeen. I haven’t been to University but I’m more than a match for you, slut. And if you don’t believe me, just ask any of the 40 women that I beat and then fucked last year. You didn’t have nearly as many matches, and you lost two of those.”

“But I didn’t fight beginners like you did to get your ranking up. Remember that time you had to bow to me, a customer at your store when you opened the store doors to customers the day after I had you squealing like the pig you are the night before. I think I visited that shop fifty times that day.”

Nozomi opened her mouth to reply, but just as she started to speak the bell rang and the University student charged forward. Her reply forgotten, Nozomi ducked under a sweeping hand slash aimed at her throat. Slipping around behind her opponent, the shop assistant grabbed hold of Mizuho’s micro thong and broke the tiny string, letting the remnants drop down around the taller teenager’s ankles. A quick shove to the back sent Mizuho stumbling forward, tripping over her own thong and crashing to the ground. Nozomi knee bombed her belly winding her.

“Oooooooooommmmmmmphhhhhhhhhh”, the air exploded from her prone opponent. It should have been a disqualification I thought, but then I saw it was a Japanese referee. He held up his hand and issued a warning. Mmmmm. Not rigged?

As Mizuho lay prone, curled up on the stage, Nozomi rolled her on her back and dropped her body onto Mizuho’s belly, an obvious action for disqualification. Another warning. At least I now had an idea of what the referee would allow. Anything. As she curled in pain, Nozomi rolled her on her back and dropped her knees into Mizuho’s kidneys. This time the referee didn’t even bother issuing a warning. Already gasping from the first attack Mizuho’s airless scream was silent as Nozomi straddled her waist, sitting facing Mizuho’s legs.

“What an idiot attack, You think a surprise move like that would succeed on me,” Nozomi spat out as she slid her hand between the student’s legs to finger her naked slit. “This is a sexfight and I will teach you how you’re supposed to do it.” She worked several fingers into the writhing Mizuho’s cunt and began to pump them back and forth, but Mizuho violently twisted her torso up enough to get her arm free, then up and behind her, and grabbed hold of Nozomi’s long black hair. A hard yank pulled Nozomi from on top of her and sent her tumbling to the ground with a shriek of frustration. Mizuho was up and on top of the heavier shop assistant in a flash, pinning Nozomi’s arms to the ground with her hands as she lay on top of her rival in the allowable missionary control position.

Writhing and struggling, the shop assistant was able to get a finger in the side of her opponent’s mouth and yanked, once, twice three times until the pain forced Mizuho to rear up. There was not enough strength in the attack to unseat Mizuho, but it caused the two entwined bodies to roll across the stage, each Japanese sexfighter trying to gain the upper dominant position. Neither could so they ended up side by side, their bodies still united and both attacked, doing the only thing they could. Hands grabbed long hair and pulled, nails scratched and raked, as they hissed insults and threats at each other. First one had the advantage, then the other, but after five minutes Nozomi’s more powerful thighs, her lower centre of balance, and her greater strength meant she felt Mizuho begin to struggle.

When Nozomi determined the university student’s defensive efforts had weakened and decreased enough to allow her full control, she used her greater strength to roll them and stop so that she was on top of her opponent. And that was where she stayed. She broke Mizuho’s hair pull, and her sweaty body easily slid along Mizuho until she was able to apply a secure schoolgirl pin. With knees pinning Mizuho’s spread-out arms Nozomi controlled the University student and started riding her. Her pussy worked ceaselessly up and down the seed 17’s face, a first small step in breaking her mentally, as physically it achieved little.

She pressed her slit into Mizuho’s face trying to suffocate her. Mizuho’s thrashing became even more desperate as the shop assistant took complete control, reaching behind herself to use one hand to open and enter her opponent’s slit. She encountered no opposition.

Mizuho gave her last hail Mary. A final frantic effort of bucking to try and get the shop assistant off her, but the attempt failed. After some time, her struggles ceased until she was just accepting the public face sitting and cunt handwork and display of Nozomi’s dominance. Mizuho’s thrashing became even more desperate as her air supply was cut off. After 40 seconds, her struggles ceased until she was just twitching in front of the audience until her body shuddered and came loudly.

The referee dramatical threw out an arm and announced, “Nozomi draws first cum from Mizuho.”

Nozomi slipped her hands under the pink micro bikini top, massaging and kneading the pliable tit-flesh, rolling the quickly hardening nipples around between her thumb and fingers. With a quick upward jerk, Nozomi ripped the pink top off, allowing Mizuho’s small conical twin mounds to stand proud, much to the enjoyment of the crowd. Nozomi stood, gloating over the unconscious nakedness of her opponent. Finally satisfied, Nozomi pulled the slowly recovering Mizuho to her wobbling legs.

“You know, I was going to make this a complete and utter pleasure for you, take you to places you’ve never been before,” Nozomi’s lips formed a triumphant smile as she gloated. “And since this is best 5 of 9, I still will, but with pain, bitch. Going to Uni won’t help you here.”

With that, Nozomi turned Mizuho around, slapping her in an Abdominal Stretch, bending the 19-year-old backwards for the crowd to see as she was stretched out. The move snapped Mizuho out of her stupor into a blaze of pain. Her screams echoed around the arena as Nozomi jerked back and forth, wrenching Mizuho’s abs to the breaking point. Nozomi slowed her assault and then snaked a hand around finger Mizuho’s love box. Her hand drove into the tortured student’s vulnerable mound. Nozomi didn’t take the time to slowly bring Mizuho to orgasm. She viciously and savagely worked her fingers in and out of the open pussy, faster and harder until her arm was like a piston, in and out, in and out.

Mizuho’s screams of pain were mixed with moans and screams of ecstasy, the strange collaboration of pain and pleasure quickly brought her to a screaming, sobbing second orgasm as her juices gushed out around Nozomi’s pumping fingers. Nozomi left Mizuho in a heap on the ground, licking the juices from her hand in a lewd display that had the crowd on its feet. Nozomi smiled up at the official as he awarded her the second cum.

Mizuho writhed in a broken pile, sobbing and shivering as the orgasm passed and the pain reasserted itself. She tried to curl into a ball, but her tortured abs caused her to scream in pain whenever she contracted them. Mizuho’s sobbing had abated to a low groaning as Nozomi walked slowly back over to her opponent and rolled her onto her back.

She started fingering Mizuho till she had her four fingers in her, and again ruthlessly pumped her hard. As she drove her four fingers in the base of her thumb smashed Mizuho’s clit and her body reared upwards in response. After about five minutes of this, she pulled her fingers out and again applied her choke hold until the Uni student was semi-conscious. She lifted one of Mizuho’s arms, released it and it fell to the floor.

With that, Nozomi turned Mizuho around to face the crowd, stepped behind her rival, held one hand up in the air for the crowd to see then slowly brought it down to cup Mizuho’s naked mound. Two fingers entered the university student, and the crowd were yelling at Nozomi to find her G spot. But she wasn’t doing that. No way: her unseen fingernails were raking the inner cunt walls of Mizuho. The crowd thought her jerking body meant Nozomi had found her G spot, but it wasn’t that that was causing Mizuho’s screaming reaction.

The move snapped Mizuho out of her stupor into a cauldron of pain. Her screams echoed around the arena as Nozomi used her fingernails inside Mizuho’s sex cave. Nozomi ended her assault knowing that too much would become obvious, withdrew her hand and then snaked it around to squeeze and knead Mizuho’s exposed breasts. She quickly stepped in front of the university student and fed a small tit into her mouth, before diving her fingers into her vulnerable mound again.

To me, it was a classical exploitation of the rules. Taking it to the now loose and ill-defined limit, but not overdoing it and risking disqualification. Nozomi didn’t take the time to slowly bring Mizuho to a climax. She went for a quick kill, viciously and savagely shoving her fingers in and out of the opened pussy, faster and harder until her arm was like a piston, in and out, in and out with continual, moving contact and pressure on Mizuho’s clit. Mizuho’s screams changed to wails of ecstasy and drew her third loud orgasm. Mizuho writhed in a broken pile, sobbing and shivering as the orgasm passed and the pain reasserted itself. She tried to curl into a ball, but her raked cunt inner walls caused her to scream in pain whenever she contracted them. Nozomi smiled up at the official as he awarded her the third cum. For me, the most recent form is good form. The shop assistant looked likely to continue her recent winning streak against the university student.

Nozomi lowered her body on her opponent. Unfortunately for Mizuho, one of her elbows “mistakenly” rested on Mizuho’s throat cutting off her air supply. Finally, the referee stepped in. A “shocked” Nozomi pulled her fingers out and stepped away from the semi-conscious University student, but too little, too late. The damage had been done. Nozomi stood for her ten-second time-out penalty, but it was too short a time to be of any help to Mizuho.

Nozomi then dropped to her knees, spread Mizuho’s legs wide and surveyed the awaiting love lips. She lowered herself down and began to slowly lick. As her tongue probed deep into Mizuho’s pussy, the unconscious Japanese teenager started to instinctively moan in pleasure. Mizuho began to stir, her moaning slowly getting louder, as Nozomi’s tongue strokes got faster, but she regained some strength too late to stop Nozomi’s relentless feast. Mizuho’s love juices exploded over the awaiting tongue and chin. The official seeing this signalled the fourth cum as Nozomi continued to eagerly lap away at the flowing cream, before raising her cum drenched face from Mizuho’s muff.

“Four cums, only one more,” she boasted. “I’ve got a list of sick perverts who will be fucking you every painful way while you eat me. Enough to last a week. I feared I had to wait till the Japanese Nationals to fight you because our sponsors won’t let us challenge another Japanese between International meets. So, meeting you in Round 1 was better than a Christmas present.”

She rolled Mizuho on her belly and deliberately, slowly forced her whole fist into Mizuho’s cum wettened, slick cunt till she had half her forearm inside her. “After tonight, you’ll never have kids”, she hissed and prepared to fist fuck the Uni student. She played to the crowd, confidently toying with her own clit until she orgasmed in enjoyment as they watched, squirting her cum over Mizuho. It made the score 4 to 1 in her favour.

Somehow Mizuho did something I had never witnessed before in my years of sexfight watching. She rolled on her back and crossed her legs trapping Nozomi’s forearm inside her. Quickly she measured the distance to Nozomi’s tits which strained the top of her lurid lime green micro-bikini. Mizuho raised her head up and clamped her mouth on the shop assistant’s left tit. A split second later Nozomi cried out as the Uni student’s teeth sank into the soft, inviting flesh. Then Mizuho yanked her head back, tearing the micro top away with her teeth. She paused just long enough to spit the ripped top out, and then she returned her teeth to Nozomi’s now exposed tit.

With her arm trapped inside Mizuho Nozomi was immobilized. Nozomi screamed in pain as Mizuho worked over her nipple with her teeth and attacked with her hands. One grabbed Nozomi’s free arm, the other started raking her clit. Minutes passed as she inflicted agony before using her tongue instead of her teeth, licking at Nozomi’s nipples until they were hard and erect. Then she rolled the shop assistant under her and began to suck eagerly on them as she started to grind her cunt against the seed 11 underneath her.

“Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Eiiiiiiiighhhhhhhhh.” Nozomi screamed loudly as she came, her juices quickly soaking the tiny patch of cloth not quite covering her pussy. It made the score 4 to 2.

Still straddling Nozomi’s waist Mizuho smiled down at the shop assistant. “Thanks! Too easy.” Then her smile broadened into a vicious grin. “But you can bet that’ll won’t be the last time you scream that to me this week.”

Drawing her arm back she repaid Nozomi, backhanding her across the face. Nozomi screeched as Mizuho’s hand whipped back and forth, rocking her head from side to side. When Mizuho finally paused to catch her breath Nozomi was the one now half-unconscious and in a mire of pain and confusion. Again, the referee issued a meaningless warning.

Smiling in satisfaction Mizuho climbed off and rolled Nozomi over onto her stomach. A quick tug ripped away her thong and Mizuho used it to tie Nozomi’s hands together behind her back. Then she flipped Nozomi back over and stood, leaning over to grab hold of her ankles. She dropped down heavily on Nozomi’s tits, squashing the shop assistant’s larger 33Cs and using them for a cushion as she pulled Nozomi’s legs back and hooked them under her arms.

Now helplessly bound, bent double with her legs spread apart and her gaping sex hole directly in front of Mizuho, Nozomi groaned as her head started to clear and she stared defeat in the face. She could see the student’s head dip down forward and a moment later she felt Mizuho’s hot, wet tongue run along the length of her slit. Unable to do anything else she just moaned as Mizuho ate her out; her body responding against her wishes as her opponent’s tongue plunged inside her, paused then flicked across her clit.

Mizuho changed positions to mount her opponent. She lowered her head to the shop assistant’s tits. Mizuho yanked her head back, tearing the micro top away with her teeth. She paused just long enough to spit the ripped top out, and then she returned her mouth to Nozomi’s now exposed tit. A perfect move as the tit bite could be seen as collateral damage from her teeth removing the micro bikini top. I am sure that was all it was. Like hell, it was.

Nozomi screamed in pain and then arousal as once Mizuho had worked over her nipples with her teeth she teased and played with them with her mouth and tongue. Mizuho’s free hand started on Nozomi’s clit. Minutes passed as she gave unceasing stimulation and excitement to her trapped opponent’s slit and clit: using her tongue on Nozomi’s hard, erect nipples and rolling her throbbing clit between thumb and fingers.

Eventually, she rolled the shop assistant under her and began to suck eagerly on both nipples as she started to grind her cunt against the opponent under her. With only Nozomi’s barely-there micro-thong between their rapidly dampening pussies Nozomi was soon moaning and shuddering in pleasure as Mizuho continued to suck and hump her opponent.

“Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Eiiiiiiiighhhhhhhhh.” Nozomi screamed loudly as she climaxed, her juices quickly soaking the tiny patch of cloth not quite covering her pussy. Mizuho was close to an orgasm of herself from the excitement of controlling her rival, so she stopped her cunt grinding as soon as she sensed Nozomi’s climax starting.

Still straddling Nozomi’s waist Mizuho smiled down at the shop assistant. “Thanks, cunt. Too easy.” Then her smile broadened into a vicious grin. “But you can bet that won’t be the last time you scream that to me in a fortnight.”

She pulled Nozomi’s minute cunt covering aside, drew her arm back and then drove three fingers into Nozomi’s cunt. Just as the shop assistant had done to her, she worked her fist into her and then started to repay the fisting she had received earlier. She didn’t look like an educated university student as she deep-fisted Nozomi and screamed her joy at what she was doing, shouting her boasts and insults and threats so the crowd could hear. When Mizuho finally paused to catch her breath Nozomi was drained and in a mire of pain, arousal and confusion.

All too soon Nozomi felt another wave of pleasure wash over her, her body trembling as she orgasmed for a third time.

The Uni student, spread Nozomi’s legs wide and again hovered her face above the awaiting love lips. She lowered herself down and began to slowly lick. As her tongue probed deep into Nozomi’s pussy, the semi-conscious Japanese teenager started to instinctively moan in pleasure. She began to stir with her wailing getting louder and even being heard by the audience at the back of the four-hundred-seat auditorium. Mizuho’s tongue strokes quickened, and the writhing Nozomi couldn’t stop Mizuho’s relentless feast. Her love juices exploded over the awaiting face. The official seeing this signalled her fourth cum as incredibly Mizuho had brought it back to 4 all.

Despite her helpless condition Nozomi’s Japanese sense of honour dictated she couldn’t surrender. Plus, if she did then she had nothing to look forward to but a week of pain and misery. But if she held out for a little while longer perhaps some sort of miracle would happen. Not likely. In fact barely even possible.

Nozomi barely heard Mizuho gloat, “Fine, we’ve still got plenty of time. Let me show you why it’s called ‘eating pussy’.” Mizuho’s words were just starting to register when Nozomi let out a loud scream as the student’s teeth snapped shut on her sensitive cunt lips. She squealed even louder as Mizuho tugged at her fleshy chew toy and then she stopped. It was only temporary relief as Mizuho stood and deliberately and ruthlessly kicked Nozomi’s belly. Eventually, she sank her hand into Nozomi’s tortured belly, tightening it into a vicious claw, twisting and punishing the already bruised flesh.

This time it was Nozomi’s pleas for mercy that filled the arena as Mizuho clawed deeper and deeper, destroying Nozomi’s belly muscles. Mizuho flexed her hand once more, bunching the tortured flesh into a ball of agony. She leaned her face over Nozomi’s, smiling at her opponent’s pain. “Now listen to me very carefully. If you promise to do exactly what I say, I’ll stop destroying your belly and we can finish this. Do you promise?” Mizuho tightened her grip slightly, drawing one more sigh of pain from Nozomi’s raw throat.

Nozomi’s eyes closed as tears ran in streams down her face. Broken and defeated she nodded. “Y ... yes, yes. I’ll do anything you say, just, please, let go, please.”

Mizuho smiled at her victory, raising her claw from the red and bruised belly of Nozomi. “Tell me I’m Nihon’s best and that you are nothing beside me. Say it.” Mizuho’s claw hovered over Nozomi, awaiting a wrong answer.

“You, you are the greatest Japanese sexfighter and I ... I am ... am nothing beside you,” Nozomi sobbed. Mizuho’s claw grip receded. Mizuho went further down until her face hovered over Nozomi’s wet mound. She pulled Nozomi’s legs over her shoulders, raising her up slightly. Mizuho rolled onto her back, pulling Nozomi on top of her. Nozomi cried out as her waist twisted, her body following it painfully until her face was pressed to the floor. She felt Mizuho’s hands pushing her belly and followed the motion until she was kneeling above Mizuho’s face. Mizuho had to support her as her punished belly muscles could barely keep her erect. Mizuho smiled up at her.

“Now, you cunt, you are going to ride my face to your own orgasm. Understand? You are going make yourself climax until you lose, or I am going to tear your belly apart. When you feel me squeeze your arse, rise up, if you don’t, well, you know what will happen. Now get to it.”

Nozomi lowered herself, slowly humping Mizuho’s face and probing tongue. She began to go faster and just as when Nozomi was about to explode, she felt Mizuho squeeze and half pull her up. She pulled her cunt off and looked down. Mizuho gloated triumphantly up at her, licking a bit of love juice off her lips. Mizuho motioned and Nozomi went back down, repeating the humping. She could feel the juices begin to flow freely, and again, Mizuho forced her up. Nozomi didn’t know what to do. The pain in her belly was almost being overridden by the building pleasure in her dripping pussy. If she didn’t climax soon, she felt she would literally burst.

Mizuho signalled her and she again lowered herself. She felt Mizuho’s tongue gently, but firmly probe every inch of her inner walls. She reached the breaking point again, but Mizuho did not force her off and she did not climax. The pressure kept building and she began to see spots as the pleasure flashed white-hot in her cunt. Finally, when she thought she would surely explode, she hit a mind-blowing orgasm, the release of sexual energy throwing her clear of Mizuho.

Mizuho relaxed. She was into the second round. The bitch Nozomi would be fighting for position 17 to 32 tomorrow morning, not in front of an audience but in various rooms of the hotel. For me, I had just witnessed the extent of the Japanese money on the Championship. Never had brutality been displayed and accepted like it had been in this fight. Would this become the new norm in the future? I hoped not. I wanted pure sexfighting. But the Japanese block wanted more of this.

Spurt, swallow; spurt, swallow; spurt, swallow; dribble, dribble, dribble, swallow, swallow. So Savoeun of Cambodia, the 49-year-old, 5ft7, 116 pound, 36C 27 38, Phnom Penh (the capital of Cambodia) brothel owner and World number 26 and 21st seed in The All Asia Sexfight Championship swallowed every drop that the masked man’s prick had shot into her mouth, and kept on sucking until his prick was shrunken and soft. Looking at the electronic scoreboard I saw that this was the 9th man in a row she had drained. She turned to look at her opponent, a 43-year-old Filipina Nun from the Sisters of Lady of Consolation, an Augustinian order, Sister Remedios Geolen, who now resided in Australia.