Now that Colt and Dom were locked up, Sierra pivoted to face Monica as the woman scrambled to her feet. “Good,” Monica jeered, “I was hoping I would get a chance to fuck you up.”
Sierra said nothing but flicked two fingers on each hand, beckoning Monica on.
“Oh no, sweetheart, it’s not that easy,” Monica said as she shook her head and darted the two steps toward the men as they grappled, grunting and straining against each other.
Colt was on his back with his legs around Dom’s waist, holding Dom’s head under his arm as he drove his fist into Dom’s side. Dom was far from out of the fight despite Colt having him wrapped up, and was delivering his own blows, throwing punch after punch into Colt’s ribs. The two men strained, their muscles standing out in stark relief as they struggled, Dom driving with his legs, bending Colt’s back as he tried to break his opponent’s hold. Sierra knew from experience the blows the men were delivering, though lacking in power from their awkward positions, took their toll.
Before Sierra could react, Monica arrived at the men and kicked Colt hard in the head. He barked out a grunt of pain, but before Monica could wind up for another kick, Sierra was there, shoving her hard away. Monica stumbled back before regaining her balance. The two women slowly circled each other, each looking for a chance to attack their opponent.
“I’m going to kill you, you motherfucker,” Dom’s voice growled behind Sierra a moment before she felt a hard impact in the back of her legs.
She stumbled a step toward Monica, an opportunity Monica didn’t waste. The redhead threw a hard left that missed when Sierra ducked, but followed up with sweeping kick behind her legs. Off balance from the men rolling into her legs, and the dodging of Monica’s punch, she couldn’t recover from the kick and went to the ground, catching herself on hands and knees.
Monica threw herself on her opponent’s back, driving Sierra to the ground as her arm went around her neck. “How do you like it now, bitch?” Monica hissed over the roaring crowd as she tried to close off Sierra’s air.
In desperation, Sierra threw herself sideways, rolling over until Monica was on her back. Monica still had her around the neck, and after giving up her futile attempt to pull her arm away, Sierra drove her elbow backwards into Monica’s ribs. Sierra delivered three hard blows before she felt the woman’s arm loosen enough for her to draw a breath.
Dom was sweating profusely, as was Colt, and the perspiration finally allowed him to slip Colt’s hold on his head. He flung himself back, colliding with Sierra and knocking her down. Colt’s legs were still locked around his waist, their cocks rubbing together, and Dom was fucking loving it. He was steel hard and that pussy Colt was completely limp, unable to get it up. The grind of their bodies, knowing Monica and Sierra were also engaged in battle, and the fact Colt couldn’t get it up and he was the better man, excited him. He knew he couldn’t beat Colt in a straight up fight, but if he couldn’t get it hard, Dom knew he would win. Dom drove a hard fist into Colt’s face, a blow Colt only partially blocked, and then another before Colt caught his arm. Using every ounce of his considerable strength, Dom bridged his hips up, before driving Colt’s back into the ground, groaning in excitement as his cock was crushed between them.
Colt bellowed in pain as Dom rose up then drove his hips hard into the ground, the impact nearly breaking his back. Dom was thrusting and squirming, wriggling loose from his legs. He tried to take Dom into another headlock, but they were too wrapped up, their arms tangled as they struggled for advantage while preventing their opponent from doing the same. Dom may be older, and going soft with age, but he was still strong as shit.
When Colt’s ankles slipped loose from behind his back, Dom powered out of Colt’s hold and scrambled toward the woman. Monica was on her back holding Sierra to her chest with her arm around Sierra’s throat and her legs locked around her hips, Sierra reaching over her head, her hands tangled in Monica’s hair, pulling her head sideways. The sight of their bodies glistening with sweat as they twisted and writhed in mortal combat, their snarls of pain and effort, was almost enough to make him come on the spot. He wanted to shove his cock into Sierra, her lovely pussy exposed for all to see, but if he tried that he knew Colt would take him on again before he even got inside of her. He knew this fight would be won or lost with cocks and pussy and he had to break off from their straight up fight. Once they started fucking, they would have to keep at it, despite the pain, blood and blows, and that is where he would beat that fucking Colt once and for all. Nobody could take Monica and him in that kind of fight.
Colt scrambled after Dom as he scurried to the woman, unexpectedly bypassing Sierra as she lay exposed on Monica’s chest and, instead, lying over Monica’s face and driving his cock into her mouth. As Dom pinned Monica’s head to the ground, Colt easily pried her arm from around Sierra’s neck, pulling Sierra away. Free of Sierra’s weight, Monica shifted her attention to Dom, her hands going to his ass as he began to thrust deep into her mouth.
Sierra coughed as Colt pulled her away. Monica had her, it was only a matter of time before she managed to choke her out, but for some reason they had changed tactics. Colt must have been winning, but now they had another problem. Dom was fucking the hell out of Monica’s face, and Colt was completely soft. If they couldn’t get into the action, and soon, they were going to be eliminated…and there was no way in hell that was going to happen.
“You okay?” Colt panted as Sierra dropped to her knees.
By way of answer, she began to lick and tickle his cock, her fingernails gliding softly over his loosely hanging balls. “I’m fine,” she purred as she began to breathe life into his cock. “You just think about what you are going to do to me, how we are going to out fuck those two shits, how you’re going to show everyone that nobody can out fuck or out fight you.”
Colt had been here before, and he shoved aside all thoughts of Sierra with Monica’s arm around her neck and focused instead on the pleasures she was giving him. He knew this was only the beginning and it wasn’t Dom and Monica style to engage them in a straight up sex competition. He didn’t have long to wait. Just as he was getting to full hardness, Dom broke away from face-fucking Monica. The two scrambled to their feet and quickly crossed the short distance between them. Monica grabbed Sierra by the hair and pulled her off Colt, lifting her to her feet.
Monica spun Sierra to face her just as Dom crouched and drove into her from behind, his cock driving deep into her depths and making her moan. Sierra had to be smarting from the choking she received, so her hands went around her throat to deliver more of the same. Monica was incredibly turned on, the thrill of hurting Sierra as Dom fucked her hard and fast excited her, giving her strength, and she grimaced as she tightened her grip a little more.
Sierra was trying to pry Monica’s hands from her throat as Colt entered her, causing her to try to cry out, her voice weak as Monica closed off her throat. She was painfully dry, but she knew the rules, so she had to endure the few moments it took for her body to respond. She and Colt had discussed at length how the hardest part of the challenge was staying aroused while fighting the pain of punches, scratches and kicks. He’d given her some advice on how to use the pain and convert it into erotic energy, so she tried to go to that place. It was easy to do when Colt was fucking the shit out of her and there was only slight discomfort, but another thing entirely when it hurt! She dug deep into her mind, dredging up all the anger at how Monica had treated her with her cattiness and slights. She remembered how they had tangled twice already and she’d kicked the redhead’s ass both times. There is no way this bitch is going to beat me! No fucking way! Growling in anger and determination, Sierra took her nemesis by the throat and started to squeeze.
Colt gritted his teeth as he slid into Sierra. She was wet, but not wet enough. Monica was wearing her down with chokes and he had to help her. He shoved in deep, freeing his hands to pry Monica’s hands from her throat. Before he could break Monica’s grip, Dom grabbed his wrists and
pulled them away from her hands. The four became nearly still, the men’s cocks still deep in their women, as they strained against one another, Colt trying to free his hands from Dom’s grip, their struggle making his cock plunge and move within Sierra.
Sierra began to surge and buck. She was losing, her vision going dark around the edge as Monica closed off her breath. Desperate, afraid that Monica would outlast her, she released her grip from Monica’s neck and raked the other woman across the breasts with her nails, leaving behind three red welts that began to seep blood. She sucked in a huge lungful of air as Monica shrieked in pain, her hands leaving her throat.
“You fucking bitch!” Monica screamed as she released Sierra’s throat and caught her hands to prevent her from scratching her again. She’d never been so turned on in her life and she knew she was going to win. Her hands locked around Sierra’s wrists, Monica pulled Sierra in close, pressing her body into hers. The pain, sweat and struggle, Dom’s cock plunging into her pussy as she and Sierra fought, Dom’s and Colt grunting in a contest of strength, it all added fuel to her raging fire. Sierra’s scratches had hurt, but they had also excited her. This is what she needed to win, to get Sierra in close and out last her by taking more pain than she could. Without Sierra’s ability to punch, she knew she was going to beat this bitch and take the club from her precious Colt. “You’re going down, you whore,” Monica sneered as Sierra strained against her grip. With the men pressing them together, locked in their own duel, she tried to force Sierra’s hands back and break her wrists, but Sierra was incredibly strong and she didn’t have enough leverage. She jerked her hands upwards, extending their hands over their heads before she again began to bear down, using her weight to force Sierra’s hands backwards.
Sierra saw Dom release one of Colt’s hands and draw back a fist. If he hit her, it was all over. She twisted, using Monica’s grip on her wrists and downward pressure as leverage. Monica stumbled, her feet tangling with Dom’s and he had to use his free hand to steady her so they didn’t all fall.
The women were nose to nose, snarling at each other as he and Dom pressed them firmly together. Colt had seen Dom draw his fist back but Sierra’s sudden lunge threw him off. He stiff armed Dom’s right hand, but doing so caused him to lose his grip on Dom’s left, allowing Dom to grab his hair and twist his head sideways and down. Colt roared in pain and frustration, but refused to yield.
Sierra jerked her hands down, breaking them free from Monica’s grip. She didn’t know what Dom was doing, but she knew he was hurting Colt. The top of Monica’s head just reached Dom’s mouth, so she put her hand against Monica’s forehead and shoved it back as hard as she could. Suddenly they were free, as Dom staggered back, blood pouring from a shattered lip.
“You, cunt!” Dom raged as staggered back, his cock popping out of Monica.
“Fuckin’ bitch!” Monica cried as she threw herself at Sierra.
The two women collided, but they were playing Sierra’s game now. She twisted as Monica hit her, pivoting and locking her head under her arm, bending slightly at the waist and forcing Monica down. Colt was moving towards Dom, but before she could deliver her first punch, Dom entered Monica again and began to thrust furiously as his face twisted in ecstasy.
Colt grimaced then stepped behind Sierra and entered her again. It was almost over. He knew Sierra had the advantage now as the two women struggled. Monica was clawing at Sierra, kicking at her feet and trying to take her to the ground, but the damage her scratches and kicks were inflicting was minor compared to hell Sierra was raining down on her. Dom was forcing his hand by fucking Monica again. If he didn’t do the same to Sierra he could claim himself the winner, so he began to thrust, his face twisting in disgust.
Sierra drove her fist into Monica’s face. They weren’t particularly powerful blows, but they would be enough. As Colt entered her again, she barely paused in her delivering her blows.
Dom knew they were in trouble as Sierra drove another fist into Monica. He shoved Monica’s ass sideways then reached for Sierra’s hair, trying to give his partner some relief. Colt intercepted his hands, locking them in another test of strength and endurance. He was near coming as Monica screamed and squirmed, trying to get away as Sierra beat her as they fucked. He grunted, his orgasm swelling as he and Colt dueled, their fingers locked together, their grips crushing, their muscles bulging, sweat pouring from their bodies while their hard cocks plunged into the sweat glistening women over and over...
“Fuck!” he bellowed as he came with one of the hardest orgasms of his life, fucking Monica as she was getting the shit beaten out of her by another woman pushing him over the edge. He shoved himself deep into her, jerking his hands back from Colt’s and holding her by her hips as he bucked and jerked in rapture, dumping what felt like gallons of semen into her. He stood panting for a moment, deep inside, trying to decide if he had anything left and how to take recover from their setback.
“I give! I give! Harley! Harley!” Monica cried, no longer clawing at Sierra, now only concerned with protecting herself from Sierra’s fists.
Fletch charged in, waving his hands. “That’s it! It’s over!” he roared. He felt sick. This type of rough sex had happened often during his time with the DVMC, but he’d never seen so brutal of a contest. Normally it was just some pushing and shoving, a few pinches, slaps and scratches, but nothing like this. Is this where the club was heading? We should have put a stop to this years ago, even before Colt arrived.
Sierra drove one more fist into Monica’s breast, wanting to hurt her as much as she’d been hurt, before she released her and stepped back with a gasp. She looked down and winced at what she saw. Though they weren’t deep, she was covered in scratches, vibrant red stripes crisscrossing her stomach and breasts, and probably her back and ass as well from the way it felt.
“You okay?” Bobbi asked as she appeared and draped a DVMC jacket around her shoulders.
Sierra dabbed at the wounds with the tip of her finger, hissing as they stung. “Yeah. I think so.”
His first instinct was to check on Sierra, but Bobbie was approaching with a jacket, so he turned his attention to Monica and Dom. “Get out. If you are not gone by noon tomorrow, you’re dead, understand?” he growled as his supporters began escorting Dom’s group away.
He turned his attention to Sierra. “Are you hurt bad?”
“She’ll be okay,” Bobbi replied as she turned Sierra away and began escorting her back to the clubhouse. “I’ll get her cleaned up.”
“That was some shit,” Fletch said, holding up a pair of pants and pulling his attention away from Bobbi and Sierra as Perri and McKenzie arrived at her side.
“Yeah.” He touched his face and was pleased that his fingers didn’t come away bloody where Dom had landed a solid hit. He took the pants from Fletch and began to slip him on. “It’s over. Now the hard work begins. Make sure those assholes are kept under a close watch. I don’t care what you have to do, you keep them together and locked up tight, got it?”
“We got it, don’t worry.”
“Okay. I’ve got to check on Sierra.”
Sierra groaned as she lay down in the bed. She hurt… everywhere. Her scratches, bumps, and bruises had been tended, but her insides still felt raw and sore.
“Still hurting?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry, but nothing is happening tonight.”
Colt crawled into the bed and snuggled up close before kissing her on the back of the neck. “You sure? I thought maybe you wanted to finish what we started,” he teased.
She made a derisive snort. “I think it’s going to be a few days before anything like that happens. You mad?”
“No,” he whispered as he kissed her again. “I’m just glad it wasn’t worse than it was.”
“Bad enough,” she murmured as she snuggled in. The hot shower had relaxed her and she was feeling drowsy.
“I know, but we’ll never have to do something like that again. I promise.”
She
nodded but said nothing.
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight, trying to take away some of the emotional hurt. It wasn’t right all she’d been through, but they were past it now and he would make it up to her. Somehow.
“I love you,” he whispered as her breathing became deep and slow, a crooked grin tugging at his lips as he gave voice to his feelings for the first time.
Eyes closed, Sierra smiled slightly but gave no other indication she heard.
Chapter Thirty-Two
“I’ll kill you for this,” Dom growled as he and Monica mounted his bike.
Colt nodded. “If you come back here, you will never leave. Do I make myself clear?”
It was just before noon and the eighteen former members of the DVMC had been stripped of their colors. As everyone expected, they hadn’t given them up easily. Every man, and a handful of the woman, had to have their asses kicked, beaten into near unconsciousness before their colors could be removed. Only Monica had given hers up without a fight, unwilling or unable to fight.
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