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I was getting my ass kicked. I was fighting a training drone and to be blunt, it was winning. I was totally defensive. Every punch I thought about throwing back at it left me open for a counter punch. It was faster than me and more accurate. It never missed and each hit that it landed on me hurt a lot. I tried feinting a punch to try and knock it off balance, but it seemed like it was mocking me. It felt like I normally trained at level 8 or 9, and this thing was at level 20.
I curled my arms in front of my face and tucked in my elbows to protect my stomach. It just switched to my kidneys and sides though. I winced with each hit that landed and I snapped a jab at it. It dodged it and I lost my temper as I threw a clumsy and fully committed right hook at it. I missed, of course I did and for my reward, I received a counter hook to my face that landed with painful power and accuracy. I heard myself grunt as I took the hit.
My head twisted to the side from the impact and without missing a beat it followed up with a left which connected perfectly. I felt my legs crumple underneath me with no control from me. Damn, that hurt. Before I worked out what was happening I felt my ass land on the mat and then my back as I flopped onto my back. “What the fuck?” I questioned out loud. I was questioning myself as well as the trainers who were overseeing this very one-sided fight.
“Get up Sophie,” was the only reply.
“What the fuck?” I repeated as I sat up and stared at the drone that was in front of me. It was a wheeled, tracked humanoid machine that had two arms that ended in boxing gloves There was a head-sized orb on its shoulders, but it didn’t use that to see or think. It was fully automated, the ability of it was controlled remotely and it was enacted by a powerful AI.
“Get up Sophie,” he repeated in monotone.
“Come on Sophie, get up Hun,” I heard Rachel say, “You got this.”
I really didn’t ‘got this’. This thing was kicking the shit out of me. I am not sure if I was having a bad day, if I was ill, or what, but I was not on the same level. It hit harder than me, it was faster than me and I hate to admit it, but it was smarter than me. That is nothing to be ashamed of. Behind the machine was a supercomputer, but even so. “What the actual fuck?” I said out loud again. I was fighting in a bra and panties and as I had been knocked down I reached up behind my back to unhook the bra.
“Keep the bra,” a trainer said. I looked at him puzzled as a knockdown in training usually cost you an item of your clothing. I was only wearing two items and of the two, bra would have been my choice. Did they want my panties? I rocked back onto my back so I could remove my panties, but again he stopped me. “Keep those as well.”
“Get up,” Rachel said, “Come on girl, you got this. Focus.”
I got to my feet. I was well outside of the ten seconds but this was training, the count wasn’t in force. I shook my head and bounced on my toes a few times as I psyched myself up to go again. I danced and threw a few air punches to loosen up. The machine didn’t move, it just stayed in front of me, its left glove was held high waiting for the tap to continue. I tapped it and swung a left at it. It simply stepped back and returned a right at me. I did not avoid it and I felt my teeth rattle. Spit and sweat sprayed from my face as my head snapped to the side as it knocked the sense out of me. I swung a right but it wasn’t even aimed. It was a “what the fuck was that” punch as my brain rattled around my skull. I followed the momentum of my right and just fell forward in a very undignified and uncontrolled manner. The machine moved out of my way and let me eat the mat again as I face-planted. I barely got my hands out in front of me and I was very pleased the mat was very padded as my face bounced off it.
Yeah, that hurt. I just laid how I had landed as my brain tried a hard reset. “What the fuck,” but that one was silent and just in my head as I was unsure how my mouth worked. “Get up Sophie,” I heard, but it sounded like I was under water.
I moved my leg underneath me so I was on one knee. Moving my other leg so I was chest down ass in the air for a second I pushed the mat with my left fist and then my right as I struggled to all fours. I swung to the side and sat on my ass as I touched my face with my left glove and checked for blood. That was still stinging now. I shook my head to try and kill the ringing that was surrounding my entire being. I stared up at the machine that was destroying me and shook my head again. “You good Soph?” I heard Rachel ask.
I shook my head. Not in reply to her question, the question barely registered, just to clear my head. “I’m good,” I lied. I was far from good, but I was not a quitter. I was also working out how my legs worked.
“Get up Sophie,” a trainer said again in a flat monotone voice.
I reached both of my hands behind me and used them to lever myself back onto my feet again. That was a lot less graceful and had this been a real fight that would have been a very legs-open view that would have just been broadcast ordu escort around the world. I had panties on, but even so, there is not a lot to them when my legs are open.
My left knee buckled, but I caught it and I achieved verticality. I shook my head and my arms and bounced on my toes again. I clearly had less energy, but I was on my feet and I was ready to go again. I mentally switched my approach. I would just counter, try and get some punches in. I bounced as I tried to convince myself I was still in this and I tapped the glove again.
It whipped another shot in and I dodged it, I landed a left. It was on target and I gave it everything that I had, but it had zero power. I felt the lack of power even though it was all I had. I smiled to myself as I realised I was done. I was out on my feet and I was suddenly very aware of that fact. That was weird to be so aware of how beaten I was. My name is Sophie, that I am sure of, and I have just had the shit kicked out of me by a machine.
My head snapped to the left as the punch landed and I don’t even remember hitting the floor. I was out cold. I woke up in a medical bed and saw Sonia. “Hiya, you okay?” she asked.
“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “What the fuck was that?”
“An ass-kicking,” she said with a grin. “You have the good drugs on tap, they will auto-administer. You are wanted back in training.”
I thought she was joking but she wasn’t. Normally that would be the day over, go to bed and see you tomorrow., but no, apparently I was still required. I got off the bed and apart from a little bit of stiffness in my legs I was good. I went back to training.
“Hi,” I said as I went back into the training room. It was still set up how I had left it complete with the machine that had just given me a hiding. It was paused how I had left it, left glove in the air waiting for the tap to continue. I shot it a look of disdain as I wondered what was next. I was probably only gone for ten minutes or so. I would have been brain scanned, nanotech checked and when all was clear I would have been injected with the wake-up juice and here I was.
“Hello,” a trainer said as he looked at me, “Debrief.”
“Okay,” I said as I reached up behind my back again to remove my bra. My panties would be next. Defeat was a naked debrief and a heavy defeat like that was usually a cold walk home with your arms tied behind your back so you can’t cover yourself.
He held his hand up to stop me though. He shook his head, “Determined to get naked aren’t you?” He said, “Stay dressed. Room four, we will be there in a minute.”
Rachel handed me a robe so I wasn’t walking around in my underwear and then I went to the debriefing room. There was a replay on a loop of my fight. It was so fast, its reactions were insane. It was faster than me and stronger. It took me apart. Okay, it was only highlights that I was watching, and it was very much not my best performance, but my only appearance on any of the highlights was as I took another punch. I threw very little back and I landed even less. I had just been very outclassed. The final punch was shown a few times and I winced at the memory. What little of it I retained anyway. That was brutal. That was not holding back. It didn’t follow up with a second one though, it held back as it knew I was done. It had access to my medical condition in real time and I am guessing the report was “Yep, she is done.”
The trainers came in and smiled at me. They sat down and I looked at them. “Questions?” one of them asked.
“Just the one,” I said, “What the fuck was that?”
“That was an elite male opponent,” he said.
I processed that for a second. Why was I fighting a male opponent? “Why?” I asked.
“We needed a baseline,” he said.
“Am I going into mixed?” I asked.
He shook his head. “No, not imminently,” he said with a warm smile. “Don’t panic.”
I smiled back at him. “Cos that really fucking hurt,” I said. “How did I do?”
“Good,” he said and then someone else interrupted.
“Better than good,” they continued, “Seriously well actually.”
I grinned at that. Considering that is a version of the best in my discipline I didn’t do too badly. Relatively.
“You would still be ass in the air getting it fucked though,” Rachel said as she came in and smiled at me. “But yes… he would have at least earned it.”
“What was it a baseline for?” I asked.
“Never you mind,” she said with a warm, but scary smile. I decided not to press for a reply. I am not sure I would like the answer so I would rather not know.
I was debriefed and my training plans were updated before I was dismissed. I hesitated at the door for a second. “Am I keeping my clothes?”
“Yes,” Rachel said, “That was not a fair fight.”
I didn’t question it and I didn’t stick around long enough for her to change her mind. I showered and dressed in some comfortable clothes. I checked Abi’s schedule and she was still in training so I just headed back to the accommodation. The door flickered green as it registered my biosignature. I pushed it open osmaniye escort and went in. There were two people on one of the sofas and I dumped my bag onto the floor. I took a double take as I didn’t recognise one of them. One of them was Darren, but the other I didn’t recognise.
Whoever she was he had his dick down her throat and when she heard me come into the house she tried to distance herself from the act she was performing. Doesn’t take a genius to work that one out, caught in the act. I just smiled at her as she wiped the back of her hand across her mouth to remove the spit and other fluids. I just glanced down her body and smiled at her. She then remembered that she was not wearing anything. “Fuck,” she said as she covered herself badly for a few seconds before grabbing her discarded t-shirt off the sofa and holding it over her nakedness. “You said no one would come back,” she said to Darren and she sounded really pissed off.
Darren just shrugged. “Yeah, soz, got out early,” I said as I poured myself a glass of water and ignored her nudity. Darren had just zipped his cock away. He wasn’t stupid, unlikely to be disturbed or not, never get naked in a communal living space. I am not even sure why she was naked, you don’t need to be even slightly undressed to suck a dick, I guess that is what you learn by experience. She was cute though. “Sophie, by the way,” I said.
“Marie,” she said as she stared at me. Nudity still clearly bothered her, she must be a new recruit.
“Nice to meet ya,” I said, “I will leave you to it. Sorry,” I added as I went to my room.
I lay on the bed and reviewed my notifications. I tagged my defeat for replay and scrolled my notifications. There was one from Rachel. “Good job. You may not feel like it, but that was impressive.”
I reacted with a thumb up to it and then closed my phone down. I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling for a few seconds. I closed my eyes for a second. I heard the bedroom door open and looked towards it to see Abi come in. “Hey,” she said, “Messaged ya?”
“Oh, sorry,” I said as I blinked the sleep out of my eyes. I did indeed have several missed messages asking if I wanted to go out for some food. “Must have fallen asleep. What time is it?”
“Half 7,” she said as she came in and gave me a kiss. It was just a peck, but after a second’s hesitation she came in again and we had a proper kiss. I squeezed her ass as she came in close and she giggled as I did so. “Good day?”
“Got my ass kicked,” I said.
“Ooo, no way, training drone?”
“Uh hu,” I said nodding my head, “Elite male.”
“What?”
“I know!”
“Why?”
“Baseline,” I said with a shrug of my shoulders.
“Are you going into mixed fights?”
“They said not.”
“Odd. Was it a beating?”
“Ooo yeah. I think I landed three shit hits. Bam, knocked out Sophie.”
“Feedback?”
“Positive.”
“Awesome. And now I get to kiss your kicked ass better.”
“You not want to eat?” I asked her.
“Uh hu,” she said as she unfastened my jeans and dragged them down along with my panties. “I defo want to eat,” she said as she lowered her face between my legs.
“Oh wow,” I moaned as I felt her tongue between my legs. She didn’t bother with any preamble as she just went down on me. I felt her tongue lick across and around my clit before she licked and sucked at my pussy. I struggled with my jeans and panties that were annoyingly hooked around my knees and then my ankles, but I eventually got them off. I opened my legs for her and just let her eat me. “That is so nice,” I whispered.
“Uh hu,” she nodded and the vibration of her words felt incredible. She didn’t finger me, she just licked and sucked me. I took my top off so I was naked. I looked down at her between my legs and she grinned back up at me. I watched her mouth move as she licked me out while she just stared up into my eyes.
“Fuck,” I whispered and laid my head back onto the pillow again. I hovered my hand above the back of her head. I was so close to pushing her between my legs as I neared my climax, but no girl likes that, so I didn’t.
She started to lick me faster and moved her head back and forth as she ate me out. The extra movement and speed tipped me over the edge and I shuddered. I looked down at her again and again she just smiled up at me, only this time I stared into her eyes as I orgasmed. “Oooo yeah,” she cooed as she drank my excitement and kept licking. She knew what she was doing and I orgasmed again instantly.
Just then there was a tap at the door. “Gonna go and get some food, you two fancy it?” Jenny asked.
Abi stopped licking me for a second. “Fuck off!” she said loudly.
“Oooo, what are you two up to? Can I come in?” Jenny asked.
My turn. “Fuck off!” I said, but my voice trembled as Abi went down on me again.
I heard Jenny laugh and then move away from the door. “I think they are already eating,” I heard her say to whoever was in the communal area and a few seconds later the front door opened and closed.
I grabbed at sinop escort Abi’s top and pulled it over her head. She stopped licking me long enough for me to pull her top off before she resumed where she left off. I unfastened her bra and she threaded her arms out of it. I felt her move around as she unbuttoned and slid off her jeans. I looked down at her and smiled at her naked back and ass. She kissed my body and up to my lips. I kissed her back and pulled her in close. We slid our legs together and started to hump at each other. It took a few seconds of failed attempts, but we got the angle right and started to have sex with each other. “God that is good,” she said as she lifted herself up on her arms and looked down between her legs as she rode my leg. I could feel her wetness against my own and she came in for another kiss.
We humped at each other getting faster and louder as we both chased climax. “Fuck,” she exclaimed with frustration as we lost the rhythm again and the sensation between our legs faded. “I need it in me,” she said.
I slid my hand down my front and between our bodies. Curling my finger upwards I slid it into her. “Bad angle,” I said, “Where?”
“Left, left left,” she said as I incrementally shifted the angle of my finger on her instruction. “And forwards,” she added and I watched her eyes flash and sparkle as she guided me to her spot.
I played with the pressure and speed as I watched her reaction. I focused in on her pussy and watched her eyes slowly glaze over. “Deeper?” I asked.
She shook her head after a moment’s hesitation. “Just there,” she requested and I watched her orgasm. I felt her excitement flow over my fingers and she started to hump against my hand as she craved for it to never end. I could have probably kept her on the edge a little bit longer, but this angle was not the easiest. “Oh my God,” she whispered as she lowered down for a kiss again. I kissed her back and then offered her my fingers which she licked her excitement off.
I rolled her so she fell onto her back and I kept rolling so I was on top of her. I kissed her with me on top. I sat up straight with my knees on either side of her hips and grinned at her. She smiled back, put her arms above her head in submission and waited. I span around so I was facing away from her face and shuffled back until I was straddling her face. I pinned her arms with my knees and shins before slowly lowering myself onto her tongue. Leaning forwards I went down on her as we 69’ed until we both orgasmed again.
The fan event was planned and discussed in finite detail. It was billed as a very casual event and presented as a naturally occurring set of events. It was far from it. Everything was micromanaged. It was a full day of training, followed by the recovery and then the less intense day the day after. I was to do as I do normally and my fans would be observers. They would join me on certain sessions and we would be compared to each other. Target training was the most popular one. The reaction target training aid. I took them apart on it. The most confident guy in the group stepped up first and to say I destroyed him would have been a vast understatement. He got nowhere near me. He was still focusing on the target when I had hit it and was waiting for the next one. He questioned if the game was fair and he was allowed to pick a random set from wherever he wanted.
It wasn’t fair, I was trained to do this. This was my job. It was not meant to the fair though. Super fans got to meet and greet with Sophie Lloyd. They got to eat with me and train with me The girls even got to shower with me. They got to sit around in the evening watching TV and sit with me. It was a little unnerving as I had an earpiece in at all times and I sometimes forgot. Only to be reminded when I heard someone speak into my ear. It was amazing. Their excitement was infectious and Abi, Jen, Martin, Darren and Dave all went above and beyond as they engaged with them during the evenings. They loved every second of it. Even when they were on their ass trying to breathe as they tried to keep up with me there was a permanent smile tattooed on their faces. It was insane. I was just me, my own company sometimes annoys me and yet here are 20 people who are ticking off a life experience just to be near me.
The only thing they were not allowed to do was share accommodation. The official reason was space restraints, but the sad fact was it was security. They were 20 people and I didn’t really know them. Security followed us everywhere. They kept out of sight and to anyone observing they would not even realise that they were there, but they were and they were authorised to use lethal force. Which is fucking terrifying. No one did anything, they were all genuine fans. They did manage to track down the two guys from the train and as an extra treat on the final day when everyone else had been sent on their way with a fairly generous gift bag, they were invited to a meal with me. Just the three of us. I gave them that little bit extra as they were a milestone. My first autographs. Their gift bag was a little bit more special. They had a few more personal items in them, no not my worn panties or anything creepy like that. Just memorabilia, that if they were savvy and recognised it, and if I did make it, they would be very valuable and if I didn’t, they were nice keepsakes in their own right.
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