The annual King of Fighters tournament has finally come to an end, and as the sole sponsor, I zeroed in on the event.
But most importantly, I got to view how these beautiful female fighters of gaudy fame died from the closest place.
This, that’s the main thing. Their tragic deaths made me cum a couple times in the VIP section.
The final winner was Yagami, who drifted away when he burned Kusaka to a blackened mess in the finals.
And all the rest of the participants were not spared, all of them died in battle.
The bodies of those smelly men, I had my men throw them in the cesspool behind my villa.
And the moving bodies of those beautiful fighters were all moved by me to the basement of my house.
That basement was specially developed for these babies of mine, and due to the principle of time lag, their voluptuous corpses are always so soft and charming in the basement, and even retain a temperature.
In short they stay with me and will never age, much less decay and deteriorate.
I ate breakfast and couldn’t wait to get into the basement.
I walked in front of the first large table, and the lovely Itachi Yuri lay still on it with her eyes wide open.
Yuri’s personality is like a young girl in a family who never grows up. But her body is very well developed.
Especially her ass, which I think is the only one in my so-so collection that compares to that of Iguana’s.
Once again I admired her ass that I was obsessed with. Her asshole had been ripped open and her intestines had been pulled out about ten centimeters.
This is the pair of iron claws in Cai Baoqi’s hand.
It was then that Cai Pochi burrowed behind Yuri, before he delivered a heavy blow to Yuri’s pussy, causing Yuri to painfully pucker her blue bodybuilding pants-covered ass, and the very short Cai Pochi turned around and his face met Yuri’s big, fat, sexy, tightly-wrapped bodybuilding pants-covered ass.
As his nose blood spurted wildly, Cai Baoqi thrust his pair of iron claws hard into Yuri’s asshole, followed by a deadly pull backward, the barbs on the claws bringing a sliver of Yuri’s soft intestines out of her already torn anus and tight bodybuilding pants.
“Ah ……,” Yuri let out a desperate scream, her ass tucking forward as if on reflex.
Lower body forward. The body of the large Chen Kehan met her up pussy is a foot, “Ka la ……” a bone and flesh sound, and the sound of blood and urine mixed with it, Yuli as a broken kite drifting backward. I later for her X-ray test, this foot let her pelvic bone cracked two big slits.
At her side is her teammate KING. this is a French beauty with short hair.
She was always neutrally dressed, but she had an absolute devil of a body, slender and voluptuous.
Combined with her Kosemi’s face and her all-around heroic demeanor, she had the flavor of a dominatrix.
Her buttocks were also traumatized in the same way as Yuri’s, and her screams at that time were just as moving as Yuri’s, the kind that came out from the deepest part of her throat, the hissing and screaming of grief, together with the expression of extreme pain that appeared on her beautiful face, made me ejaculate my panties right then and there.
And her Achilles’ heel was above her pair of ample breasts.
Cai Baoqi rode on her neck, the iron claws in his hands jabbing hard into her breasts one at a time.
Poor KING was slightly bent over, enduring the inhumane torture on her moving breasts.
At first she wailed and struggled as she did so, and as the milk, snow spray and shredded breast tissue roiled the air, she slowly fell to her knees, screamed out her last hoarse cry, and slumped to the ground, never to move again.
In fact, they suffered nothing as bad as Iguana.
This recognized world’s number one hottie died under the oversized jutsu of the Exploding Yagami.
She was pressed to the ground by the exploding Yagami Hei, frantically tearing, clawing, pounding, stomping, and slamming on her moving flesh, and had been tortured like this for twenty minutes, her beautiful petite body almost becoming a pile of rotten meat.
Thankfully, my tech savvy had pieced her back together again in dribs and drabs roughly, but the results were surprisingly good, and those shocking wounds that I purposely didn’t fix made her body even sexier.
I remember when Fire Dance was like a screaming concert, and for the entire twenty minutes, she was screaming.
Or high-pitched mournful, or low moaning. With the painful twisting of her body, a pair of long and rich snow-white on the ground strenuously flexing, opening and closing, bouncing. Hands were raised in the air for a while and danced around, and then gouged and scratched on the ground in agony.
That noble and beautiful face at first showed an expression of extreme pain, and then slowly froze to show a strange beauty. As Yagami’s hands continued to work, the blood and flesh of Unknown Fire Dance splattered all over the stage.
(I was busy on my back on the stage all day trying to collect these scraps for her recovery).
And her beautiful head was waving up and down in time with Yagami’s hands, twisting and turning on its own.
Finally, in a long “ah …… oooh wow …… er ……” sound, Ignoble Dance finally swallowed her Last breath, the whole body like a puddle of rotten mud paralyzed on the ground.
Of course, her body was really no different from mud at that time, a diluted mess, with intestines and guts and bones all mixed together, making it a mush in the true sense of the word.
But now, all of them, including her magnificent pair of breasts, have been repaired by me.
Athena Asamiya, on the other hand, died a more complete death. Of course, that’s just the elephant in the room by comparison.
She was being lowered to the ground by Nurga, the heels of her feet coddling above her curvy belly, spinning wildly as Athena writhed in agony at Nurga’s feet, blood spurting wildly from her mouth and nose.
Her vocal tracts were flooded with blood and her screams turned into liquid gurgles and rolls.
“Wow……” a stream of yellow urine gushed out, and although this teen idol fought to hold it back, it was no use in the end, she was still incontinent.
The front urine incontinence, psychological defense a loss of guard, the back of the door can not be closed, “Pu ……” after a sound, a pile of feces she has been holding for a long time along with a loud fart uncontrollably marked out.
“Pfft!”
With two “clatters”, a large amount of intestines and guts scrambled out of her vagina and anus because they couldn’t stand the weight of the continuous spinning.
“Ah …… it hurts ！！！！！” She actually cried out before she died.
Heh. As I grabbed her soft, hot insides and shoved them back into her almost squeezed out abdomen, I shot up into my own panties again.
But of all these female fighters, Kagura Chizuru died the most personalized death.
She was first known as the “King of Electricity” of the second order of the Hall of Red Pill one hand grabbed her plump left breasts, one hand grabbed her fat labia, with a strong high-voltage electricity to beat the noble, elegant, reserved and proud Chizuru screaming and screaming, long and slender body like a snake like a pain in the writhing, shit and yellow urine and tears and snot flowed horizontally together.
Then Daimon Goro mounted Chizuru’s body and twisted and squeezed Chizuru’s big pair of tits viciously.
With each pinch, Chizuru, a noble woman’s whole body followed and twisted out in a painful but tantalizing pose.
At the same time a dismal petulant howl escaped.
I guess it turns out that this woman who looks cold, proud and reserved is a slut in her bones, and of all the female fighters, she screams and struggles in the most lascivious positions.
After Daimon Goro had squeezed for ten minutes, Chizuru had given up struggling, and I realized that the clothes on her chest were already wet with milky liquid. What an exaggeration, even milk was squeezed out.
Finally Kusakari jumped out and let out his family’s ancestral blaze, wrapping Chizuru’s entire body in flames.
In the midst of the flames, Chizuru let out a miserable cry of extreme sorrow, and when the flames were extinguished, her entire body’s clothes had been burned to the ground, but that head of hair was intact.
The filth had also been burned away, but the milk squeezed out of those big tits stayed, lining the naked torso that was slightly charred by the fire and secreted a small amount of grease, which really made people want to go and have a full meal.
I kept going around my collection of these until noon, before I left with a fondness for them.
When the next set of beautiful fighters grows up again, I’m going to fund a King of Fighters tournament.