Hello board,

This story just kind of flew out of my fingers over the last couple of days. It'll be a short one, just two parts. Part I is ready and hopefully it's not too long before I post the conclusion but figured I could go ahead and post the first part now. I hope you enjoy it!

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Reclining in the back of the stretch limo, one long bare caramel-hued leg crossed over another, Rita Garrison was living her best life. With a toned flat stomach, huge tits, and curvy hips, the tall gorgeous woman was the undisputed best sexfighter in the world. A former stripper and high-end escort, she briefly considered a career in porn before becoming initiated into the world of sexfighting and since then she'd never looked back. She had never lost, though there were close calls, the last one being a 2 on 1 fight that resulted in her biggest payday yet. But right now, she was on her way to an even bigger one, a prize that would let her retire and never have to worry about work for the rest of her life.

After the limo came to a stop, a waiting attendant opened the door and she gracefully emerged from the vehicle. Despite his professionalism, the usher couldn't completely suppress his desire at seeing the spectacular vision in front of him. Clad in her cleavage and midriff-baring halter top and short shorts, Rita caught the stare but didn't mind. In fact, she welcomed it, knowing the effect that her body had on men and women. While waiting for her bags to unload and transfer onto the waiting yacht, Rita strode over to the railing overlooking the sea to stand and soak in the sun.

To her right, stood one of the biggest yachts she had ever seen. From her vantage point, she could make out the captain's bridge, a pool deck that was at least 20 feet above deck level, and a fully outfitted gym, all with unfettered views of the warm, inviting Caribbean Sea. She had no doubt that more luxuries awaited inside and couldn't wait to explore the ship. When the attendant walked over to her, she knew that was her signal to board the ship. She knew that normal protocol was for guests to board the ship before the luggage but the instructions on her invitation were clear that she should wait before boarding.

The thought of the invitation gave her heart a little jump. It came to her in the mail a week ago and she almost threw it away thinking it was junk or a scam. But the weight and quality of the paper were evident the second her fingers brushed against the envelope and knew that no scam would use such expensive materials. She tossed the rest of her mail into the bin before examining it. The return address did not bear a name, only a PO Box. The lettering was all gold against a cream background, almost like a wedding invitation.

Curious, she opened the envelope carefully. For some reason, she didn't want to tear this one. Peeking out of the flap was a single black heavy post card with the monogram of Henry James, the richest man in the world. Rita remember gasping when she saw the famous symbol, known around the world and seemingly unavoidable to anyone's eyes. Quicker now, she pulled the card out and for the first time read the words that she grew to memorize by heart:

Dear Rita,

Big fan. I understand the will it takes to be truly great. But do you have what it takes to overcome your greatest challenger ever? Come to Smyrna, my island, and find out what you're really capable of.

Best,

HJ

And under the words was a number so large that she knew she couldn't say no. Truly an offer she couldn't refuse. The back of the postcard had a QR code that provided her instructions on how to get to Henry's private island. A stretch limo picked her up from her house in her upscale neighborhood, took her to a private airfield an hour out of town where she boarded a private jet, and then to another limo that brought her here to the yacht.

For Rita, these circumstances weren't entirely unusual. As her success grew, so did her fame and notoriety, and plenty of rich men and women had engaged her services to see her compete sexually. Sometimes it was against one of their wives or girlfriends, sometimes it was another girl from the sexfighting circuit. She'd taken on all comers and in all types of places, land, sea and air, and had won each time. But never had she been surrounded by this much pomp and luxury and never was the payout so large.

As she started to climb the gangplank, she finally started to think about her opponent. She'd been so caught up with logistics and the money, she didn't even think about who she was facing, which was unusual. The note said her "greatest challenger", who could that possibly be? She was certain that anybody who was that good was someone who would've come across her radar by now. Like anybody on top, she worked hard to keep track of any and all potential threats because there was always someone ready to take her down.

She shook her head as she reached the top of the gangplank and decided to worry about it when the time came. For now, it was time to relax and enjoy the trip. The instructions stated it would take approximately 24 hours before the yacht reached their destination and she wanted to take that time to really explore the pleasures on board.

And of course, the first thing she saw was a beautiful, brunette, almost as tall as herself, with huge tits, slim waist and long legs. She wore a hat indicating she was the captain, a tight white polo shirt that practically hugged her tits, and white short shorts that showed off her curves and legs. Both women smiled widely as the captain welcomed Rita onboard and offered her a drink from a tray that was held by an attendant. Also a brunette, and also as equally gorgeous as the captain.

Rita felt her heart rate pick up as the sight of the two amazing creatures made her think about all the fun things one can do for the next 24 hours. For the next few minutes, she shamelessly tried to flirt with the captain and the attendant but was surprised that the beautiful women maintained a professional attitude which ended with the captain returning to the bridge to prepare for departure and the attendant offering to take her on a tour of the yacht. Rita shrugged it off, figuring it was the mark of true professionals who were paid to act professionally. Clearly Henry James paid for, and expected, the best of his employees.

As she was walking around the yacht, Rita couldn't help thinking about the captain. Something about that conversation was off. She was so deep in her thoughts, she barely processed the tour and perfunctorily nodded her head as the attendant described the various amenities on board such as the multiple pools, massage room, movie theater, strip club complete with stripper pole and champagne room, and the subsurface viewing area that offered up close and personal views of life under the sea surface.

It was only after she was shown to her massive stateroom and left alone by the attendant, did it hit her. Standing on her balcony, looking out on to the sea, Rita realized what was bothering her. Not once, not one time, did the captain check her out! In fact, neither had the attendant!

The dark-haired, caramel-skinned beauty seethed at the thought. Okay, sure, the women were professional, the women were straight, whatever, but there was no way in hell that a living breathing human being did not ogle her at first sight! She was so mad, she briefly considered making a scene and asking to be let off the ship, and to hell with the prize money!

The thought of the prize money quickly brought the rational part of Rita's mind back to life. Calming down, Rita reasoned this was all possibly part of a ploy by her host to mess with her head and attack her confidence prior to her sexfight. The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Psychological warfare was as big a part of sexfighting as the physical part. She just didn't recognize it at first because she'd never seen it on this scale before. She chuckled while figuratively tipping her hat to Henry, he knew how to play the game but she knew how to win!

Feeling better and now more confident that she needed to keep better track of her surroundings, Rita decided it was time to explore. The first thing that called for was a drink and, luckily, she remembered the way to the bar. She quickly changed into a strapless maxi dress and didn't bother with underwear. It was easy to take off and maybe someone would take advantage. On the way to her destination, another odd thing occurred to her. For a ship of this size, there was hardly any crew. In fact, aside from the captain and the attendant, she had yet to see anyone else. Normally, a ship like this required scores of personnel to maintain and operate but so far she'd seen no one and they'd already pushed off to sea.

Arriving at the bar she saw, of course, another gorgeous brunette standing behind the counter. Rita shook her head at the sight. The bartender looked so much like the attendant, that Rita wouldn't be surprised to learn if they were sisters or twins. Hearing her approach, the bartender gave Rita a welcoming sign while maintaining eye contact with only Rita's eyes. Now on to the game, Rita didn't react and instead provided a warm smile in return and kindly asked for a gin and tonic.

While the bartender turned around to prepare her drink, Rita took the time to observe the fantastic body, practically bursting out of the uniform. She thought about the captain and attendant and what a shame it was that all that talent was going to waste. Her loins began to stir at the thought of being trapped on this huge ship with all of these gorgeous women and not being able to fuck at least one of them.

Just when she wondered if this was another gamesmanship tactic by Henry, she heard the footfalls of another person approaching. She turned her head to the direction of the sound and saw a stunning redhead sashaying right to her. Rita's mouth ran dry as she drank in this wondrous sight for sore eyes. The curly redheaded amazon wore a skimpy red bikini that barely covered her pussy and only had a couple of extremely thin strings that looped past her wide hips. Her bikini top strained to contain the massive tits that strained against the fabric and the lightly freckled skin that framed the gorgeous face with the warm, inviting green eyes was a vision of perfection!

The woman, who Rita guessed was her height, sat at the stool next to hers, and stared deeply into her brown eyes. Rita's body responded immediately. Her breasts swelled, her nipples began to firm up, her breathing shortened, and she could even feel a hint of wetness between her legs. The women eyed each others' bodies with frank appraisal and both wordlessly indicated they liked what they saw. Rita saw the woman's body responding to hers in the same way and knew her prayers were answered. After a minute of this wordless flirting, the girl finally spoke:

"Hi! I'm Carrie and Mr. James asked me to to see to your every need and make sure you are adequately entertained for our long journey."

Rita gave a huge smile and knew exactly what that meant. Both women leaned their mouths towards each other and quickly locked their lips in a long, hungry kiss. After several minutes, Rita lightly pulled on to Carrie's hair to free their lip lock and began to taste the redhead's succulent flesh along her jaw, neck, and collarbone before putting her face into the deep valley between Carrie's amazing tits. She kissed and licked every inch of bare flesh, running her tongue against the edge of her bikini, eliciting a constant series of moans from her new friend.

Several minutes later, she felt her own hair being lightly pulled on and directing her head and lips back to Carrie's waiting pair where they resumed their deep, tongue-twisting kiss.

When it was time to come up for air, they stared deeply into each other's eyes while catching their breath. Out of the corner of her eye, Rita could see the bartender, her back turned to the action, just cleaning glasses and seeming to ignore the sexy scene. Finding the scene weird, Rita was ready for a change of scenery. Luckily, Carrie took the opportunity to speak.

"How about a massage?".

"Sounds amazing, but what if the masseuse shows up?".

Carrie smiled and replied, "I am the masseuse."

That was enough for Rita, who grabbed Carrie's hand as the redhead led the pair towards the massage room. Normally getting there from the bar only took a couple of minutes but this time it took the pair 15 minutes. First Rita attacked Carrie from behind and roughly kissed her against the wall while discarding the redhead's bikini. A few minutes later it was Carrie's turn, who easily slid Rita's dress off, revealing her awesome body for the first time which left them both naked.

They stumbled into the massage room and Rita headed straight for the massage table lying on her back. Carrie briefly gathered some massage oil and asked, "Don't you want me to work on your back?".

Rita shook her head and said, "Enough foreplay bitch, let's see how your hands feel on my tits and pussy."

Immediately, Carrie put some oil on her hands and positioned herself at the head of the table, able to look down the entire length of Rita's body from the top down. Rita reveled in being able to stare up at Carrie's face in between the valley of the redhead's massive tits. She contemplated rubbing her hands over those tits right then and there but decided to wait just a little longer. Slowly, Carrie rubbed her hands together to warm the oil and hovered them briefly over Rita's tits, teasing.

When hot flesh made contact with hot flesh, Rita moaned, "Ohhh yes!!!", as she felt Carrie's magic fingers knead her tits with practiced expertise. Rita squirmed while her breasts yielded to the touch, her fingers wrapped around Carrie's wrists as a way to process all the pleasure vectors coursing through her body. By now, her moans were practically screams and her pussy was starting to leak a constant drip of precum. All she needed now was Carrie's touch on her pussy and she was going to cum like a waterfall.

As if reading her mind, Carrie's hands began to move down and she climbed onto the table placing her knees on either side of Rita's head. The dark-haired goddess's eyes opened when she felt some cum drops fall onto her face and saw the redhead's completely shaved pussy just inches away. Automatically, she reached her arms up around Carrie's firm ass and brought it down to her face and began to feast on that succulent pussy.

Carrie released her own loud moans and eschewed using her fingers and instead began to use her own tongue on Rita's wide open sex. They licked, sucked, and nibbled on each others' pussies and clits just trying to deliver as much pleasure as possible. In no time, they both erupted in massive orgasms but kept going as if possessed by a supernatural force. Finally, after an hour of their 69 session, they both exploded in particularly huge eruptions which was enough to quench their sexual fervor for the moment. Carrie clambered around on the table and laid down into Rita's waiting arms where they crushed against each other, body to body.

They kissed again, mixing the taste of their cum with each other and warming their bodies up for another round of hard, awesome fucking. When they broke their kiss, Rita was surprised and disappointed when Carrie rolled off the table. What was going on?

The redhead gave a mystery smile before she grabbed Rita's hand to get her off the table and said, "Now how about a real tour of the ship?".

For the rest of the night and into the next day, the two goddesses fucked each other nonstop, only stopping for brief moments of rest. They fucked in and around each pool and hot tub, grinding their pussies against each other underwater and exploding so many times that cum started to leak out of their tits. In the theater, they put on a lesbian porno and sucked on each other's tits. In the strip club, they gave each other lap dances, did a pole routine for each other, and even did one together before fucking in the champagne room. In the subsurface viewing room, they took turns licking each other's pussies while one of them had their back and ass pressed against the glass while schools of bright colored fish looked on.

An alarm beeped signaling there was 2 hours until the ship made shore. Carrie and Rita then went to Rita's stateroom and went into the shower where they washed and fucked each other for the next hour until it was absolutely time for Carrie to leave. After Carrie left, Rita finally had a moment to look in the mirror and was shocked at the state of her face and hair. She needed to look presentable!

As she got ready, she wondered if she had screwed herself by fucking Carrie so vigorously. She wondered if she would have enough strength for a sexfight so soon after her marathon fuck session.

A final alarm indicated the ship made port and it was time to disembark. The same attendant from the day before escorted her to the gangplank and on the pier she could see her host, a face that was known all over the world. Henry Jones was a handsome man in his 50s and he couldn't have been more pleasant. He greeted Rita with enthusiasm saying more than once that he was a big fan. He walked her to the giant mansion that overlooked the island and gave her a brief tour before showing her to a large room even more luxurious than the stateroom she had on the ship.

With a gallant wave of his hand, he ushered Rita in and said, "Please, rest and make yourself at home. In 24 hours, my butler will come to collect you and the fight will begin. Don't worry about attire, you can be naked if you want. I assume Carrie was to your satisfaction?".

Henry James let Rita think that her nod and laugh was enough for him to understand that Carrie was more than satisfactory. She didn't need to know, not yet anyways, that he had the whole ship wired for sound and video and didn't miss a second of their adventures. But Rita wouldn't have to worry about that now, he wanted her fully rested and at her best so as to not have any excuses.

Rita was grateful for the rest and happy she would have a full day to get ready. Once the door closed, she went to the shower, after which she fell asleep immediately. She slept soundly through the night and woke up almost 16 hours later, feeling fully rested and incredibly hungry. A card on the table next to her bed indicated she could order room service which she did and was impressed by the prompt service. Of course the food was incredible and for the next 8 hours she alternated between fueling and resting her body. When the knock came, she was ready.

She opened the door and was surprised, if not shocked, to see that it was the same beautiful attendant from the ship! The woman greeted her with the same professional smile but, again, didn't check out her body despite her nakedness.

Given the size of the mansion, it was not surprising that it took several minutes before they reached their destination, another, much larger bedroom that had a giant bed in the middle and a commanding view of the sea. Standing to the side were Henry James and an absurdly gorgeous blonde, whose physical attributes practically equaled Rita's. The dark-haired girl drew a sharp intake of breath at the beautiful woman and had no doubt that she faced a formidable opponent. The woman stared back at her with equal awe in her eyes and they began the delicate dance of psyching their opponent, trying to gain even the smallest possible advantage. The more she stared at the blonde, she had a nagging feeling that she'd seen her before somewhere.

Henry handled introductions and introduced the blonde as Marissa. Something in Rita's mind clicked when she realized where the nagging feeling was coming from. "Marissa?", she asked as she looked at Henry. "As in Marissa Miller, the supermodel?".

To her surprise, Henry and Marissa started laughing as if she had said the funniest thing in the world. Confused, Rita wondered what type of situation she had gotten herself into but didn't get that far down the rabbit hole before Henry spoke and broke the news.

"Marissa, is an AI-powered robot who I designed to look just like the real Marissa Miller, whom I find to be the most physically beautiful woman ever. She is your challenger."

Shock waves ran through Rita's body as she absorbed the information. Henry wanted her to sexfight against a fucking robot? What kind of sick shit was that? She said as much to the billionaire, practically spitting out the words. She ranted that it was an absolutely dumb idea and there was no way in hell a robot was good at fucking and there was no way that anyone, even someone like him, could build a robot that be so lifelike that someone like her wouldn't know she was fucking a robot. This was a complete waste of time and she thought it was best if she left.

Henry just smiled and said, "You're saying that a sexfight against a robot wouldn't work because a robot couldn't keep up with a human and the human would instantly be able to tell the difference thus ruining the experience right?".

"You're goddamn right!", Rita yelled.

"Then how do you explain Carrie?", Henry gently taunted and Rita was shocked again when a hidden door opened revealing the beautiful, naked body of Carrie standing behind it. But...this Carrie was different. She just stood there as if in a catatonic state, her eyes open and unblinking, her body completely still. It didn't even look like she was breathing! "What the fuck?", Rita said out loud, starting to get extremely freaked out.

"Carrie, turn on", Henry said, and instantly, life flickered into Carrie's eyes which looked around before locking on to Rita's. "Hey sexy...", she said in that husky voice of hers before Henry said, "Carrie, turn off", and Carrie returned to her catatonic state and the door closed concealing itself within a wall.

Henry continued, "As you can see, you were able to enjoy a whole day and night of a wide array of sexual activities with a robot without knowing she was, in fact, not a human. The captain, attendant and bartenders are Versions 1.0, bots designed for menial tasks such as cleaning or managing a ship. Carrie is Version 2.0, designed to provide sexual satisfaction. But Marissa, she is my most advanced one yet, Version 2.5, the sexfighter."

Now Henry was walking around, gesticulating as if he was at a TED Talk. "We already know it's possible to create an autonomous being for sex but what about one who isn't only sexually active but sexually competitive? Is it possible to build something that in addition to processing the necessary inputs for seduction and sex, we also add the need to not just compete but win? My team has been working on Marissa for close to 10 years and we are finally ready for the ultimate challenge. Up till now, we've inputted every video of a sexfight that we could find into her central processing unit, she's had sexfights against loads of lower-level fighters, all of which she's won by the way, and now it's time for the ultimate test against the ultimate sexfighter, you, Rita Garrison."

Listening to Henry talk, Rita couldn't figure out if he was extremely dumb or extremely smart. The revelation that Carrie was a robot was shocking enough that the fact that the captain and other crew were robots too barely registered with her. But as she listened more, she also became curious. Now that she knew it didn't feel any different, was she good enough to beat this...this machine?

Henry was still talking. "Marissa is our greatest invention. We have created her to be the most life-equivalent sexfighter we can think of. By measuring the attributes of the world's best sexfighters, we have given her the best attributes of each of them for things such as stamina, self-control, tongue speed, dexterity, among thousands of other variables. Her cum is produced through a proprietary process but tastes just like the real thing! So, Miss Rita Garrison, are you willing to take on Marissa, your greatest challenger ever?!". Henry thundered the last sentence as if he was delivering an applause line at a product launch.

By the time Henry had finished his spiel, Rita, against her better judgment, had made her decision. She would do it. After all, at heart, she was a sexfighter and she took on all comers and here was the biggest one yet. "I'll do it", she said, "I'll fuck your toaster's brains out but you better double that check when I do." Henry laughed at the response and instantly agreed.

"Excellent!", he boomed. He gestured around the room, "this is your arena. I will be elsewhere watching. Extremely High Definition motion cameras have been setup everywhere to capture a full 360 view of the activities in this room in real time, so my presence is not needed. A winner is declared when the loser submits. Over there is the refreshments table and if you ever need more then just give a shout and we'll bring some to you. Now, do you require anything else before we get started?".

"No", Rita responded coldly, her game face starting to come on, "I'm ready."