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The XXX Tournament Round 2: Vance Vs. Katrina

Roland Guiscard is © Himself, all other characters © Tetsuo

"HYAHHH!" Katrina's gloved fist connected with the sandbag firmly, sending it compressing and flying backwards. Though her talent lay more in jabbing and her skill with the speed bag, the lithe young cheetah femme had a right hook that was nothing to scoff at. What she lacked in strength and size she more than made up for in speed, and years of training had given her enough endurance to outlast most opponents, or at least outrun them.

Katrina bounced back and forth in front of the bag before giving it a few more jabs, the sound of leather gloves on the canvas bag filling her with confidence. She had been worried about fighting Vance at first, considering he did have a rather noteworthy win record, but after seeing how he beat Valerie, Katrina had no fear at all. Sure, Vance was a good fighter, there was no doubting that, but he was also a filthy pervert who couldn't keep his eyes off a good pair of tits. So long as her tits and her gloves were never in the same place, Vance wouldn't see the latter coming until it was too late.

"Well, looks like someone's in bright spirits," said Raven. The black panther was the de-facto leader of the Brentwood Brawlers due to her talent and veteran experience. She had a thing for Katrina, who studied and trained harder than most of the rest of the gym combined. Raven had come into the XXX Tournament from the pro circuit and she hoped that some day Katrina might take her place, even if she wasn't quite ready just yet. "From what I hear, things should be particularly easy for you this time around."

"Oh and why is that?" said Katrina, panting and grabbing at a water bottle she had stashed nearby. She shot a line of water into her mouth, swished it around, then swallowed it.

"You know that Vance didn't get his start in boxing, right?" said Raven. "He was a porn star for three years before he broke into the XXX Tournament."

"Yeah well with a dick like that I'm not surprised," said Katrina. She grabbed a towel and rubbed her neck a bit, moving her hair out of the way and stuffing some of it back into the tight ponytail. "How he fits that giant into a pair of boxing shorts I'll never fucking figure."

"Yes, well, it certainly is tempting," said Raven, crossing her legs a bit and biting her index finger. "But that's not important right now. What is important is that he is a total pervert, and thus, easily distracted. I know that you're asking how he could lose to Valerie, but really, we never expected her to do all that well. You know that her idea of training involves more time spent choosing an outfit and makeup than it does bringing gloves to bags."

"Okay, so what? So he's a perv. He's still got a powerful right hook and he's not exactly stupid," said Katrina. Raven smirked and put an arm around her protégé.

"Yes, but you can make him stupid," said Raven. "And you can make him tired, and weak. Well, you can't, and I can't, but I have a feeling that Valerie is working to our advantage even as we speak..."

***

Vance groaned and shoved his length into Valerie again and again, shoving her against the sandbag. She had her arms wrapped around it and she moved and swayed with it, panting and gasping. Though Vance was dressed in his boxing gear, Valerie was wearing nothing but the collar she'd received the night before, as part of her "punishment" for losing. It was her job to "serve" the Royal Rumblers until the end of the tournament, and she was going at it with gusto. Vance had barely gotten any sleep all night, and Valerie had gotten none at all. When Vance was out, she "snuck" into the dormitory where Alton Sinclair, one of the other Rumblers, happened to be napping. With the camera crew filming it all for web broadcast later, Alton got a surprise that was definitely worth getting up at 3 AM for.

"Hahhn, fuck me harder, Vance! I'm so close!" Valerie gasped and clenched her teeth as she pushed back. Exhausted though she was after a full night, she was still riding her libido hard, begging and pleading with Vance to give her just one more orgasm, training schedule be damned.

"You know I'm supposed to haggh....Supposed to be warming up!" Vance panted and gripped Valerie with his gloved hands as he shoved his immense length into her. The camera men had long since gone home, exhausted from their late-night escapades. Vance thus put his length to work physically more than visually, grinding and pressing it deep inside Valerie's stretched sex, using his immense size to it's fullest capacity.

"What do you think this is?" Valerie giggled. "Mmm, certainly a fine way to get your heart rate up..." She gently caressed her chest, squeezing her nipples idly as she bit her lower lip and lazily drifted towards orgasm. She'd gone off four times since her little stage performance the evening before, which was a bit excessive even for her. But she had been concentrating on her boxing so much before the match, she felt almost obligated to make up the deficit. The fact that Raven had dropped a few hints and indicated that such behavior might help the team was almost a secondary concern.

"Fffuck, you're insatiable, you know that?" Vance groaned, working his length as best as he could, kissing Valerie on the neck and cheek. She shuddered, moaning lightly as she hit her high point of pleasure, her toes and tail tip curling as she myrred and nuzzled Vance gently. His own shaft slowly shot and then oozed out some

dripping, dropping spooge, but he was mostly too drained and too exhausted to do more than stand there and tingle with pleasure.

Having had her fill, she stumbled away from Vance and toward the "Pillow Room" where she was supposed to stay. Stocked with soft, comfortable pillows, the room was also home to a live webcam, a TV, and several game systems, all ensuring that the "losers" didn't get bored, could watch the fight, and were where the audience could see them most of the time the camera crew was away. She cuddled up to a large red satin pillow with gold tassels, murring and panting a bit as she did. Vance grinned, still excited by the sexy vixen's curves even as he worked his massive, half-hard length back into his pants and resumed punching the heavy sandbag.

"You know that she totally fucked you over, right?" said Henry. Vance had not even noticed his leader and mentor coming up from behind. He chuckled and rubbed the back of his head a bit, embarrassed to be caught in such a state. "And I don't mean the sex, although that made me glad I stashed a pair of binoculars in my office a long time ago. I mean that you're tired as fuck, and that's really gonna hold you back tonight. I thought you knew better."

"Yeah well you try saying no to that kind of ass!" said Vance, grinning and gesturing towards the now-sleeping Valerie.

"I have, every year of the tournament,” said Henry. "You think she's the hottest thing to end up in our Pillow Room in the past three years? Trust me, you gotta learn to control yourself, or at least get some pacing in there. Anyways, forget the training for today and go take a nap, all right?" Vance nodded and Henry tapped him on the shoulder, directing him back to the dormitory. When he was gone, Henry stared at the sleeping Valerie and sighed, adjusting his pants slightly and trying to hide his boner from view. "You're going to be a real thorn in my side, aren't you?" he said. Valerie just snored, her face digging into one of the pillows as she slipped into dream.

***

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to round two!" announced Malcolm, the raccoon who was both the announcer and the referee. "In round one, Vance "Horse" Kellerman showed Valerie what he could do in the ring, and then he showed her a good time! I certainly you've been keeping up with our live webcams, and don't forget, you get $20 off the final DVD box set if you preorder it today!" Malcolm gestured towards Vance, who was already bouncing back and forth in his corner. There were bags under his eyes, but his body was buoyed by six cups of coffee and a real urge to win. Henry was counting on him, after all!

"But this time he's going up someone who is as fierce as she is lovely, the talented Katrina 'Claws' DeForest!" Katrina grinned, showing her sharp feline teeth to the crowd. she bounced a bit as well, her modest chest pressing tightly against her sports bra. She

threw a few punches as the crowd cheered, making sure that the cameras caught the strength of her arms and legs. "So let's see which of them walks away with the gloves and which one walks away in a collar! Fighters, touch gloves, then give me a clean fight!" Katrina and Vance came in close and, as leather touched leather, Malcolm stepped back to let them fight.

Vance might not have had a good night's sleep, but he certainly had a strength advantage on Katrina. Right out of the gate he applied strong early pressure, seeking advantage and punishing Katrina's arms. The cheetah was forced to retreat constantly, her swift legs moving her sideways over and over as she tried to get out of the reach of Vance's arms. The crowd cheered as Vance continued pushing for what looked like an easy victory, and as his gloves made contact with Katrina's arms and stomach over and over. Though she was fast, she just wasn't fast to avoid every one of Vance's punches, and his powerful arms were slowly wearing her down. When the bell rang she was visibly relieved, sitting down on her stool and panting.

Henry shot water into Vance's mouth and gave the fox's shoulders a quick rub as he sat on his own stool. Henry was visibly excited, as it seemed like an early victory, and that Vance's dalliances with Valerie weren't coming back to bite him. "Get her up against the ropes and finish her off," said Henry, grinning. Vance swished the water in his mouth and then spat, grinning back at his coach. "Don't give her a chance to push back! There's no such thing as a cheap victory in boxing!" Vance clapped his gloves and then smiled as Raven whispered into Katrina's ear, mildly curious as to what the black leopard was saying to her teammate.

The bell rung again and they touched gloves to begin the round, but Vance quickly found that things were different than in the first round. Somehow, Katrina was moving faster, or he was moving slower. Vance swung again and again, but he found himself swinging wide, or else missing entirely. He tried to keep the pressure on, but Katrina managed to stay just out of reach no matter what he did. Frustrated, he charged at her, his fists pistoning wildly as he tried to force a way through her defense.

Vance suddenly felt himself spinning and tumbling back as the crowd erupted in cheers and camera flashes. Somehow Katrina had caught him off guard and delivered a powerful blow to his chin, sending him reeling. He recovered quickly and put up his arms in defense, but those few steps back had showed the turning of the tide. Now it was Katrina who applied pressure, who threw the punches, and who dictated their movement in the ring. Even if Vance had been fresh and well rested he could not have hoped to match Katrina for speed, and as his caffeine-fueled strength quickly waned, he found himself struggling to keep it together. Katrina hit him again and again, but he was too tough to just fall from that, his strong arms doing their best to defend and even throw a few punches back.

When the bell ended the round, Vance collapsed in a state of near exhaustion, but Katrina sat down with a big grin on her face.

She knew it was just a matter of time, and all she needed was care, patience, and a steady series of strong punches to put Vance down on the canvas. Raven reached through the ropes and gave her teammate a hug. "Keep it up Katrina!" said Raven. "I knew that a guy like Vance couldn't resist tail like Valerie. You've got him exhausted, all you have to do is finish him off!" Katrina nodded and clapped her gloves, stretching a bit when the bell rang and making her way carefully to the center of the ring.

The final round was pathetic, at least for Vance. It was all he could to keep his arms up, and though Katrina was exhausted she had no difficulty dancing around him and dodging his defenses, her hands pounding again and again into his face and stomach. He threw back punches occasionally, and his feet still moved him deftly, but it was no contest. Katrina couldn't knock him down, but Malcolm was constantly breaking them up and examining Vance, asking him if he wanted to quit. Vance stubbornly held on, but when the match ended, he collapsed on his stool, his snoring audible even over the cheers of the crowd as the judges announced their verdict for the match.

***

Vance yawned a bit, rubbing his eyes and groaning. He examined himself, noticing that his pants and gloves were gone, leaving him nothing but his shoes. He rubbed at his neck and found that he was wearing a collar, and as he fingered the three d-rings embedded in it he laid back down and sighed. Not only had he lost, he had done so poorly, and when he was winning in the first round too. It was embarrassing, and he knew that if it weren't for the fact that he was part of the Brawler's harem now, he knew Henry would be giving him an earful.

"You feeling all right?" said a voice. Vance sat up a bit and saw that Katrina was standing at the door, dressed only in her shoes and his gloves, which were draped around his neck in victory. She grinned at him, shaking her b-cups a bit and smirking. "You were really giving me a beating in round one, but I knew I had you the moment you began to slow down. Do you think you're feeling well enough to go back into the ring for our little after-show?"

"Yeah, I guess," said Vance. He stumbled to his feet, which were still rather shaky. Katrina ran over to him to help him stand, but he just blushed. "Man, I really fucked up, didn't I? I mean, by all rights, I should have beat you."

"Oh I wouldn't be so sure about that," said Katrina, grinning and helping him to the door. She tried to keep her face forward, but her eyes kept being drawn to his massive shaft, which made him grin. "I mean, you started out in porno, and I started out in boxing. Just because I'm smaller than you and rusty doesn't mean I'm not a bad fighter."

"I suppose so," said Vance, grinning and straightening up as his shaft slowly hardened, excited by Katrina's friendly attitude and

perky breasts. "I mean, you really nailed me with that right hook in the second round. I think I may end up with a black eye."

"Well I think a little battle damage makes a male look more ruggedly handsome," said Katrina. "So, you ready for the show?"

The two of them quietly moved down the hallways to their appropriate positions and made their entrance after being invited on by Malcolm, to the cheers of the audience. Vance was still very tired, but he took the time to make a few poses and ensure the girls got a few good photos of his shaft, as well as his muscular arms and chest. Katrina likewise teased the country, especially when she took her time bending and twisting her way into the ring and "accidentally" getting tangled up in the ropes. Vance was glad that Katrina's animosity ended with the round, and also that she had eschewed the option of wearing a strap-on for this little performance. He had never been pegged before, and the idea of doing it in front of a huge crowd, especially while completely exhausted, wasn't entirely appealing.

Katrina moved forward and kissed Vance on the lips, then gently tugged her finger through one of the rings on his collar, pulling him down and directing him towards her crotch. He dropped to his knees and gently licked at her sex, caressing her with his long tongue and probing her with her cold nose. Katrina purred gently as Vance worked, his past in porno films and soft romances serving him well as he gently pleased her sex. Katrina whipped her tail and spread her legs a bit as he brought his fingers in to work her, gently probing and pushing and caressing even as he opened her up for the cameras. He chuckled a little as one of the staff cameramen crawled up onto the canvas to get the best shot, his small handheld camera straining to get in for the right angle.

Once Katrina had been suitably warmed, Vance laid out on the canvas. He was gasping and panting with exhaustion, but his massive shaft was still erect, throbbing in anticipation. Katrina giggled and caressed it with her hands. "Jeez, it's huge," she said, squeezing it and moving down to give it a few licks. Vance gasped, panting and gripping at the canvas.

"Well I sure as hell didn't star in all those films because of my acting ability," said Vance. He groaned and arched his back as Katrina put her talented tongue to his shaft, making him twitch and writhe with pleasure. She was taking her damn time to finish, which was good for the audience, but Vance wished that she would just get on with it, as his entire body was begging for him to go back to sleep, even if everyone was watching.

He groaned and sucked the air between his teeth as Katrina slowly lowered herself onto his length, making him groan at her tightness. She had definitely not been around the block as many times as Valerie, and it was all she could do to take his monster between her legs. She whimpered and braced herself against Vance's shoulders as she slowly worked he way down, panting and gasping. It took her several minutes just to work it in, but as she shoved it down to the

hilt, she moaned and the crowd cheered. She was certainly wet and eager, and as Vance reached up to give her a firm grope, she leaned back and moaned in enjoyment.

Katrina began moving slowly at first, grinding on Vance's length and riding up and down slowly as she worked him with her sex, squeezing and pressing down with both her weight and her tightness. Vance gasped and put his hands behind his head, struggling to push up from time to time as Katrina moved faster and faster, her tits bouncing and flopping with the effort. He gasped deeply as he tried to stay awake and in the game, letting Katrina do all the work. She rubbed her tits and squeezed her nipples as she moved, working hard to enjoy herself and mewling with pleasure as he sex was spread wide by his massive, sloppy length.

When Katrina went off she collapsed on top of Vance, whimpering and moaning, his massive shaft still deep inside her. He slowly extracted himself, moving over the giggling Katrina and rubbing furiously. She smiled and opened her mouth wide, pressing her breasts up a bit and presenting the best target possible. Cameras flashed and the crowd's cheering reached a crescendo as he came and splattered across Katrina's face and tits. Vance just smiled, gasping and panting and glad that, finally, he would get to go back to sleep.