by Bonde, Ava
I shivered, staring at the broad smile on her face. It was the look of a lunatic. She was stunningly beautiful, no question, but one look at her let you know this girl was all business.
“You want my vote? You’re a stupid little girl aren’t you? Conquest is mine.”
Her face was mere inches from my own, breath tickling my cheek. “Unless you think you can take what you want. Conquest says you got some fire in you. Is he right?”
She gave me a shove, knocking me back a step toward the wall, closing the gap.
“You just gonna let me bitchslap you around?” Death asked, her hand swinging up and cracking across my cheek. I stumbled back further still.
“You’ve got nothing, do you?”
Push.
“Nothing.”
Push.
“You’re weak.”
My back to the wall, Death’s hand came down again hard, but I caught the gloved fingers in mid air.
“I’m not weak,” I said, swiftly moving into her space. Arms flailed around me trying to gain purchase and attack, but I drew in close and wrapped her up, bringing my face right into hers and devouring her lower lip in a fierce kiss.
For a moment, Death seemed distracted. It was all I needed. I screamed, a blood boiling sound as I threw her to the ground. The element of surprise expended, Death had the upper hand in strength. She grabbed me and rolled, forcing me to the floor as her hands clawed at my thin shirt, tearing it open, my breasts bursting into view. She wasn’t fighting fair, her hands groping and clawing at my chest as I tried to shove her off.
“You’re my bitch now,” Death shouted, pulling my bottoms down over my ass. Her fingers reached out to grasp at my clitoris, but I took the moment to throw an elbow, crashing straight into her pretty face. I rolled her, my own adrenaline coursing through my muscles as I tore at her vest, ripping it open and exposing a perky but small set of tattooed breasts.
“No, I’m not,” I shouted, my hands ripping at her tight jeans, drawing them down under her round ass. Her skin was strange, a pale white, and as the small tuft of hair down below came into view, it became immediately apparent why.
Death was a red head.
My hand came down fast, fingers grasping at her clitoris. I squeezed hard, her scream roaring out as she threw me off, rolling atop my exposed body. The red tuft was so close, my head leaned forward ever so slightly with my tongue extended, rolling a long slow lick along her pale slit.
“Ooooh you bitch,” Death replied, diving her own mouth downward to suck my clitoris between her lips lightly. My back ached from the concrete floor, the cool contrasting with the heat between our bodies as our tongues went to work in unison. She tried to shift, but I was faster, my arms swinging up and dragging her pussy back down to my lips, my tongue insistent as I plundered her wet tunnel. I moaned in delight as she fought to maintain control, her own tongue working magic on me as two of her fingers plunged inside.
Without a word, I understood the game immediately. Get her off first, and win her vote. Cum, and lose it in more ways than one. I moaned wildly at the feeling of her tongue and fingers building me closer and closer to an orgasm. Something had to be done. Death was nearly giggling, the vibrations only driving me higher as she lapped at my clit.
NO! I shouted internally, throwing all my weight into one epic roll. Our bodies tumbled on the floor, Death’s fingers falling free as my own plunged into her desperate pussy. From above, I had a far better angle, sliding forward to keep my own sensitive clit away from her probing tongue. I lifted myself up, coming down hard on her chest and knocking the wind from her before resuming my attack. She squirmed, she squealed, and as my fingers curled inside her in a come hither fashion…
She came.
Death shuddered wildly, the roll of an orgasm taking her, the tight pussy clenching around my fingertips. With the victory assured, I slid back down to her face, burying her mouth in my pussy.
“Lick me you bitch,” I shouted, pleased with her renewed vigor. I closed my eyes, leaning back as my orgasm crashed into reality. I’d won… I was cumming… My eyes opened, victory assured as a large arm came crashing down. My body was thrown free, the big terrifying man bringing his fist down on Death. Her body went limp, my own vision fading out.
“Strip the bitch and lets go,” the man shouted.
“What about the other one?”
“She’s a fucking nobody, just leave her. If she tries to leave, kill her.”
War
My eyes fluttered, head throbbing. I was still on the floor, my eyes flashing around as my body screamed in pain. On the floor was a pile of clothes. Death’s colors, her jeans, her bandanna… Vamos had come here, and now they had one of the horsemen. It didn’t take a genius to realize what would happen next. Even if they didn’t know where the horsemen were, they’d torture it out of her. I lifted myself up, wincing at the pain of a broken rib.
“I have to stop them…” I whispered. Death’s bike sat silently in the warehouse, waiting. It had been years since mom had brought home Mick, years since he’d taught me to ride his hog, years since he tried to molest me. I’d almost cut his balls off for that, but now, I was singing his praises as I pulled on Death’s jeans and vest. I buckled her helmet, and grabbed for the bandana, swinging it across my face. Death would ride tonight. Upstairs, I kicked open the door to the armory, pulling down everything I thought might be useful. Two big handguns, plenty of ammunition, and a long deadly looking assault rifle.
Jacob said they’d be at the docks. It stood to reason they would be at the closest ones, off point lookout. I kicked the starter on the bike, the hog roaring to life beneath me. Vibrations tickled my body from every square inch of the steel and chrome machine. Without hesitation, I pulled the clutch and kicked the bike into gear, roaring out the open entrance.
Two men in a car were waiting, probably left behind to catch anyone who came back to the clubhouse. They seemed surprised at a bike coming from inside, and they were certainly surprised as I leveled the handgun as the men were trying to draw their own, a pair of blasts blast ripping into one man’s chest, and then the other.
I didn’t wait to see if they were alive.
The bike screamed through the night. My fears that I was too late were confirmed as I rolled up to the industrial neighborhood. Low riders lined the street, empty. Leaping off the bike I sprinted as fast as I could, my broken rib screaming in my side. I’m no hero… I just had to save him.
I had to save Jacob.
The sounds of gunfire erupted from the dock, and I did the only thing I could. I drew my twin handguns and took the first step.
My scream was guttural as I came round the shipping containers, the entire Vamos crew firing down from their lofty position at the dock below. I was unloading round after round, men spinning round in shock, acting as if they’d seen a ghost. From below, the horsemen attacked, storming up the gangway. Pain ripped through my leg, topping me as I emptied one handgun, then the other. My face dropping to the asphalt, I cried, listening to the screams. Somewhere far away, I could hear Jacob’s voice.
Epilogue
My eyes fluttered, the light streaming through skin. I felt funny, my body floating on a cloud.
Am I dead? Is this heaven?
“You’re one crazy bitch.”
My eyes snapped open at the sound of the voice. Death stood at the bedside, her beautiful face bruised and broken. I wanted to cry for her, my fingers reaching out, gasping as I saw the tubes running into my arm.
“What… What happened.”
“War says you came shooting up the Vamos like a fucking kamikaze. All hell broke loose. They had me tied up in a trunk round the block. You saved my life you silly little girl.”
“You saved all of us…”
The voice belonged to War himself. He stood from the chair where he was sitting vigil. A smile softened his broad jaw. Jenna hung on his arm, a look of awe in her eyes.
“Jacob…” I whispered.
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p; “He got it worse than you, but he’s alive.”
I gasped, leaning up to see everyone laughing. Jacob was standing across the room, a hospital gown round his front, an IV bag on a hook, and a huge white gauze pad on his ass.
“They shot him right in his best feature…” Death said, laughing. “Doc says the bullet practically bounced right off him. Always knew you were a hard-ass Conquest.”
“Enough fun. I need some time with my woman.” Conquest said sternly, pointing toward the door. One by one, the assembled horsemen stepped out, even famine stopping to lay his hand softly on mine as he passed by. Finally, we were alone…
“I thought I lost you baby girl,” Jacob whispered. “You’re a goddamned can of lit gasoline.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” I whispered back, coughing lightly and wincing at the hint of pain in my side. Clearly they had me on some sort of painkiller, but it might be time to up the dose.
“The Koreans? Did you… The elephant…” I said, words spilling out in a slow fashion.
“We intercepted it baby. Homeland Security says it was a bunch of guns. Never seen guns come shipped in big lead containers. You’re a hero, you know…”
“I’m more than that,” I replied. “I’m the fifth horseman.”
“And what, pray tell, are we going to call you?”
“Your woman… Your wife.”
I reached out, my hand tracing a line down Jacob’s hospital gown, feeling his muscle straining beneath. Somehow, even in this hospital bed, I could see his erection straining.
“Baby, You’ve got two bullet holes and there’s no way in hell I can climb up on that bed. We’re just gonna have to wait to consummate.”
I smiled, pressing the button to lean back the bed, bringing myself flat and level with Jacob’s waist.
“I can’t fuck, but nobody said I can’t suck,” I said seductively.
“Just like old times,” Jacob replied, lifting his robe, the magnificent object of my affection coming into view. “I love you Penny,” he whispered as I rolled my head to the side, engulfing him slowly, each movement deliberate and filled with desire. I drew back, my voice almost singing.
“I love you too…. Now and forever.”
“Till death.”
“Touch me, Jacob.”
“Never stop, Penny. Never ever stop.”
The hospital room filled with the sounds of pleasure, the sounds of a union between souls. In that moment, there could be nothing more than joy and light… Though there were trials and perils before us, I knew we would always face them together. Man, wife, horsemen.
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