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Biker Brawl what a girl has to do for her guy

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Biker Brawl what a girl has to do for her guy
« on: January 25, 2011, 07:27:23 AM »
 
It was  a foul day that had started good, Will took me to a swap meeting. While he talked bike parts and stuff, I chatted with some of the women, mostly about the new legit business the biker gangs were setting up- a repossession agency. I so hoped I could get a part time job there. I just knew I could have some fun and anyway I needed the dollars- we were buying furniture for our apartment. And we talked a bit about furniture too, I was learning how to restore it. I was not at all good with the fine work, just too clumsy, but the big old furniture was easier and it was cheap to buy and fun to do up. Dust and polish as they said.
  
It had to happen; I got the shits with Will when he stormed from a beer tent at the meet, his face black. “Jenn” he bawled me out. “Over here now!”
  
I looked blankly at him wondering what had gone wrong. He snapped “Over here or I will fucking drag you here!”
  
“What the?” my voice trailed off when I saw just how furious he was, his face was working, twitching with rage.
  
I remembered the first time I’d seen Will this mad. He had tried to get some position within his biker club, I didn’t understand it at the time, I didn’t know enough about bikers then, but I knew it would give him status, power and money. Probably all of it on the very fringe of the law.
  
He tried so hard, he schemed, he offered deals, he licked ass, he promised people things if he succeeded He didn’t get it. And he made my life hell, he said I’d not supported him. When I realized he meant was that I hadn’t slept with the right people we had a huge row. He blacked my eye and I had bruises all over my tummy. He didn’t get away easy though.  He had to lie to all his friends about the gash over his cheek, there was just no way he –or any other biker – could admit that his woman had hurt him badly enough to go to casualty and get stitches. He kept away from me for a while- well kinda, we still had sex but he wasn’t pushy. And I learned not to cross Will. I didn’t want any broken bones.
  
But that day at the meet  he was just as angry as he had been when he didn’t get the position. He dragged me away to some quiet spot and hissed just like a snake. For a few moments I couldn’t follow what he was saying- and that didn’t help his anger.  It seemed he had lost some bet and the stake was that I had to suck this other guy- some big wheel in the gang- off. I’d never met him, hell I didnt even know his name- Will told me the y called him “Arka” .That I didn’t know how name made no difference. I knew I had to do it.
  
Will told me where to go,- just behind a  big clump of bushes, not at all far from where people were standing and talking.  I thought inside a store room next to the club house might have been more private. Will glared at me. I went just as I was told.  Arka came round, he was a solid man, average height, tats all over his arms, bearded probably about mid 30s- 10 or perhaps a few more years older than me and eight or so years older than Will. Arka looked at me. “You’re Jenn?”
  
I nodded.
  
“Get to work.”
  
I dropped to my knees, undid his fly and gave him a blow job. I put all the technique and skill i knew- and i knew a lot. After all I’d had a lot of experience. I licked, I sucked, I deep throated, I did it all. And then, when I felt his cock shake, when I knew he was about to cum, he pulled out. The bastard gave me a facial. Yeah he just coated my face with cum. He hitched up his pants and said loudly, “Fuck, that was one of the best blow jobs I’ve ever had. You give great head bitch.”:
  
A blonde charged round from the other side of the bushes. “You filthy, fat, man stealing whore. How dare you blow Arka? He’s my guy.” She started slapping my face as I got to my feet.
  
“Hell he told me to, or at least he told my guy Will to tell me to.”
  
“You do everything –no make that do you do everyone your pimp tells you to?” She slapped me again. “Shit I got your cum on my hand Arka.”
  
There was no way anyone was going to call Will a pimp or say I was under his thumb like this bitch was saying.
  
Arka chucked, “it wouldn’t be the first time babe, just think of the hand jobs you’ve given.”
  
This was Arka’s bitch, I’d been set up. But who and why? I looked more closely at her. She might have been 30, about my height, thinner but still strong looking –at a guess 130 lbs. Good bust on her, she was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. I guess she had been for a swim in the lake; her not quite shoulder length hair was matted and damp.
  
"You’re poison, I’m going to make you keep away from my man!" The blonde clapped her hands on my shoulders, pushed hard and  shoved  me back. I stumbled, I hadn’t expected that, I told myself I needed to focus on this bitch and not worry about why I’d been set up, or even why I’d had to blow Arka. I stumbled but recovered and pushed her the same way. For almost a minute we pushed each other back and forth, a trial of strength and stamina which I just knew I’d win. And I did, she broke away swearing and hissing.
  
I didn’t waste my breath as she did. Instead I sent a punch aimed at her tummy, she sidestepped, she aimed one at my own gut. I pivoted on my left leg, the punch missed. I tried to elbow her in the tits. It was hard to aim right when side on. But it hit- after all her probably enhanced 36DDs were a big target. She hissed with pain then grabbed two clumps of my hair. I almost smiled, this woman was dumb, hair pulling won’t win a real fight! She couldn’t defend against my attacks.  I slapped hard at her tits- open handed slaps on such impressive targets would do as much damage as punches and were easier. She shrieked!
  
I glanced around, a crowd had formed -so quickly it was as if people had been waiting for something like this. I slapped at her tits again. My head stung but I’d beat this bitch.
  
She groaned again as I slapped her tits repeatedly. I ripped at her top, hissing “I just know you like them on display bitch! Perhaps they won’t be quite as nice soon." I sent a punch to her gut. She shook my head hard, yanking and pulling at my hair.
  
"You little bitch," she hissed, and then much to my surprise she hooked her foot behind me and shoved hard, using the grip she had on my hair. She let go as I fell, I landed on my back in the briars. The bitch had used one of my own tricks.

Her supporters- and there were a lot of them- this bitch was popular cheered my fall. It made me mad, mad enough to chew bricks. I rolled, scrambled to my feet, my back, arms and ribs stinging from the sharp briars and nettles; readying myself for her attack, my arms raised defensively. She sent a punch to my belly; having nowhere to retreat with the briars behind me, I blocked her punch with my hand, but only opened myself to her other punch. I spluttered as blood gushed from my nose; the bitch’s belly blow had been a feint.

She sneered, “What’s wrong sweetie? Found a better woman?”

I told myself two could play at that game ! I sent a right fist punch aimed at her belly and my left at her tits. The cxnt blocked both. Her left fist looped above my right arm, pounding my cheek, it would have hit my nose had I not turned at the last moment. I reeled back, entangling myself in the briars again She cackled, "Maybe you should spend less time on your knees or on your back with your legs spread and learn to fight. But your pimp wouldn’t let you, you wouldn't do as many tricks that way.”

I freed myself from the briars. “No way bitch!” I needed to take the fight to her, punching was dong no good, maybe wrestling might. I launched myself at her, grabbing her by the waist and trying to tackle her. She faltered, she stumbled, but she managed to get free.

I rammed my knee up, hoping to strike her while she regrouped; she avoided my blow, dancing away to her left. I followed her, grabbing her again, and again I slammed my knee up into her gut. This time she didn’t escape. She gasped, she groaned. She was hurt! Yes! About fucking time!

“You bitch” she mumbled as she staggered back. I tried to tug her towards me, I tried ramming my knee up again. It worked! Not as well as I wanted, at the last moment she swung her leg forward, her thigh caught my knee. Still it would slow her down .I followed her, I tried to body slam her. Instead her fists pounded my belly. I buckled under the twin blows, retreating to the side. At least I was away from that briar patch.
  
We stood glaring at each other. We were both red faced, panting,, it was a hot day and the fight had made us both hotter. My top stuck to my body, runnels of sweat streamed down my chest. Worse, my nose was choked, I breathed through my mouth, sucking in gasps of air.
“Shit that’s Jenn Peccavi; she works at the cannery. I’d heard she was a tough slut.” I wondered who the speaker was; I'd heard the voice. But it wasn't important; what was important was fighting this blonde bitch.

“She’s not as tough as Cherlynne, she is one mean bitch- but what do you expect of Arka’s girl? Yeah and when she found that fat slut blowing her man. Cheylynne would be wild.”

There was a rabble of cheers and catcalls, women shouting at us to rip each other apart, “scratch  her eyes out’; “twist the slut’s tits off.” There were so many I didn’t know whose voices they were or who they were cheering for. It didn’t matter anyway. I knew what did matter, beating this blonde slut.

Cheylynne- at least now I knew her hame- closed on me, her fists ready to punch. I ducked, copping some punches on my shoulders and head as I dived to tackle her. I succeeded, we crashed down on the grass together. I rolled and got up, she was still down. I closed, I just knew if I could stamp on her belly I could weaken her so much the fight would be as good as mine. She grabbed my leg, twisting it, tugging on it, forcing me off balance, she drove her other hand up into my belly. Half winded, I buckled again; the slut jerked on my leg and I fell to the ground.

I scrambled to my knees before Cherylynne did. But it did me no good. She lunged at me, tackling me, pushing me down to the grass, she squirmed on top of me, I twisted, I tried to roll but the slut straddled me. She grabbed my head, the bitch was going to slam it into the ground. I punched her chin, her head rocked back. I punched again- this time just below her breasts. . She let go of my head. But it wasn’t enough; I had to get her off me. I slammed my knees up into the small of her back even as I seized her shoulders and pulled her off and to one side.

She rolled. I rolled with her, I wanted to get her where I had been, underneath. For a few wild seconds we rolled, our arms clutching each other’s body, our legs pushing, our feet scrabbling for traction in the grass.  Then for a second I mounted the slut. I was on top! I pinned her under me. I was heavier than she was, she squirmed, she couldn’t break free. I pushed up on my arms, my hands on her shoulders. She was too fast for me to complete the straddle, she rolled, my hands clutched the ground for support as she twisted and grabbed my hair. She yanked it, pulling me off her and again we rolled around, clutching, slapping squriming. I thought she was tiring, it was about time she did; she was older, she had to be wearing out.

Every so often – it was probably every few seconds but it seemed much longer- I’d see part of the crowd as Cherylynne and I rolled on the ground. Guys were jostling each other to get a better view, women were cheering and hissing, guys were cat calling. Again I saw the guy who had shouted some encouragement to me before- this time I placed him, well kinda- Mike, one of the tradesmen at the plant, he repaired the machines. He had his hand down his pants pockets. Yeah I just knew what he was doing..

But those glimpses were just that- glimpses. Mostly I was concerntrating on the fight. We ripped at each other’s hair, I tried to bang her head on the ground, she pushed hard, we rolled some more- the chance went by.

She thrust her knee up between my parted legs. The slut just missed my cxnt striking my thigh instead. I screamed, I let go. She thrust her knee up again, this time as a sort of fulcrum for leverage. She again rolled me over onto my back. Cherylnne straddled me again; .the slut reached for my arms, I knew, I just knew she wanted to pin me, the ultimate victory for her!
I yelped, there was just no way she was going to do this to me. Evading  her hands, bending a leg upward, so my foot was firmly on the grass, I pushed hard. I slammed my other knee into her back as I tried to thrust down with one hand to get some impetus to a roll. I succeeded, maybe she decided the straddle was too hard to hold, that I wasn’t weakened enough. Whatever it was she slid off .

Again we scrambled to our feet. I was wary of her punches, then I changed tactics; I’d cop some pain if I could deal more. I strode in, body slamming her, my weight crashed into her as she was changing her footing- I knew she was readying for a knockout blow; but too slowly. I had her wrong-footed, she sprawled on the grass. This time I succeeded in stamping on her tummy. She was tired, hurt, she couldn’t move away quickly enough. I straddled her. Bouncing, using my knees as pivots, I thudded my ass into her belly. Several times. She groaned, she gasped, she clawed at my tits. My top ripped, but she wasn’t doing much. I just knew each slam of my ass took more fight from her. She was weakening fast.

“Ugh, oh fuck” I cursed as I toppled onto the grass. She had swung her legs up, scissoring my neck. I lay gasping, my mouth opening and closing fishlike, my hands working feverously to free my neck from her trap before she choked me. I rolled and twisted.  The bitch had me on my back, yet again, she was punishing me. She sat up, she tried to pin me. I floundered on the grass, how the fight had changed in a few seconds!

With my nose almost blocked with my own blood and now my windpipe squeezed I knew I was done for if I didn’t break free in a few seconds. I punched at her belly with my left fist as my right hand groped for her tits. She whispered, “give bitch or I’ll put you out!”

I was desperate; I clawed at her pussy; my nails digging in hard.

She screamed, she tightened her legs, I knew she was trying to finish me before the pain in her pussy made her let me go. It was a race, her pain tolerance against my lung capacity. She hissed, “Let go, you filthy slut!” I ignored her, burrowing my fingers ever deeper, scratching, clawing, ripping at her flesh; my other hand punching repeatedly, aiming at her belly, trying to soften her up. Anything to make her break that choking hold. My ears rang. I knew I was near the end, but I just knew that if I could hold on a moment more I’d make her break her hold.
She whimpered with pain. Yes!  A moment more and I would have her! I clawed again, my fingers digging into that soft yielding flesh.

She relaxed her scissors and rolled off to the side. I too rolled away, i got to my knees.
Cherylynne raised her arm, as if telling her supporters not to worry, that she was ok and she would beat her enemy yet. She glared at me, “dirty slut” and moved warily toward me , she knew she had so nearly had me, she wasn’t going to let me rest. She advanced, limping slightly.
 
I stood, breathing hard, my throat burned, I had one chance left, I watched waiting my moment. “Yes” I whispered, and lashed a kick at her tummy.
  
She groaned, I had completely surprised her. She moaned, she doubled up, grasping her tenderized tummy.
  
I quickly smirked at the crowd; they may not like me, but they would see I fought hard. turned back to her. “Not so mouthy now are you” I grabbed two clumps of her hair, driving her head down on my upraised knee. I felt her blood splash onto my knee . Cherylynne moaned softly and dropped to the grass, sprawled out on her tummy.
  
I knelt- how that simple movement hurt me- pain shot up my legs – and rammed my knee into her back. I pulled her head up to complete the camel clutch.  I yanked hard. She screamed. I did it again, she screamed again. A third time and then I let her head go. It flopped to the ground. She whimpered, “No, no more, no more please!”
  
I looked up, there were Will and Arka, smiling. “You did it Jenn!” Will helped me up. He ran his hands over my body. He squeezed my tits.
  
“Not yet bud. Your bitch has to deal finish Cherlynne. “
  
. “But I thought she was your...” my words died in my mouth when I looked at Arka. I knelt again I ripped Cherylynne’s tattered top into several long shreds and bound her hands and feet with them. Arka nodded.
  
Will helped me down to the lakes edge, I immersed myself in the cool water for a minute or two. My body started to  revived. I got out of the water. He brought some salves. He peeled off my top and rubbed them on my back and shoulders. We walked back to Arka.  Cherylynne still lay on the grass tied up.

I nudged her with my foot. “Who’s the better woman?”

She groaned.
  
Will stood behind me, he undid my bra he began rubbing my tits.
  
“Will stop it!”
  
“You’re hot,” he whispered, “I know you Jenn, I know how turned on you are when you win. And you did win. Look at her, she’s a tough bitch. You beat her.” He kept rubbing my breasts.
  
“Will not now, please.” I gasped  

Jenn you beat them in front of all this crowd. Look at them Look at  all the others, all those who saw you fight, all those who are here now, the club members, their women, they all know just how tough, how strong a woman you are. You heard them say how tough Arka’s bitch was, you heard them say almost no one beat her. That makes you one hot bitch.” He kept flicking my nipples, lightly,  Doesn’t that make you just so hot to trot?”
  
. He was right and he was making me so damn horny. He knew it. Fuck him.
  
“Oh yes, you’ll do that, you know you will.” My dark side picked up on my thoughts. “You’re a disgusting slut.”
  
“Will I ache all over,” I protested
  
“When has that stopped you in the past, I know we’ve had it off after you fought. You are so hot then. So totally hot. You may be bruised, you may be cut but you want it. Don’t tell me stories Jenn I know.” He rubbed my tummy.
  
“You beat her, you beat Arka’s bitch, you sucked him off, you fought her, you beat her. Look at her lying there, look at her!” He ran one hand down my tummy and down to my ass, he squeezed it.. His other hand flicked my nipples- one then the other. All the time he kept whispering.“ She hates you. She hates you for blowing her man and she hates you even more for beating her. And she hates you even more because you tied her up- because Arka told you to! She knows she can’t do anything, she knows you’re the better woman, the stronger woman. I know that makes you hot. I know you get off on that. I know you Jenn Peccavi.” He squeezed a nipple.
  
“Will please!”
  
“You know how to cement your victory. You know how to humiliate her. I know you want to.  I know you want her to loathe you, to hate you, to rage against you and to be too shit scared to ever do anything. You can’t have her for a subbie- no not her. But you can make her your bitch none the less. You know how? Blow Arka again. Come on lets go to the woods. Arka me and you. I know you dream about something like that. I know you fantasise about it. Come on, live your dream!”
  
He didn’t wait for a reply, he hooked his arm in mine and walked off with me in tow. He nodded to Arka who followed us. As we walked past Cherylynne Will bent down and whispered. “Arka and I are going to double team Jenn. Just like Arka and other guys have done you. When we are finished Jenn might let you go. But she might not. Loser!”
  
And Will and Arka did double team me. In a clearing in the woods I got down doggy style and sucked Arka off while Will did me from behind.
 
And I did let Cherylynne go, I’d proved I was the better bitch.

"Better at what?" my dark side had the final word. It usually did.


« Last Edit: April 10, 2012, 09:21:08 AM by peccavi »
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Re: Biker Brawl
« Reply #1 on: January 25, 2011, 07:48:35 PM »

“Shit that’s Jenn Peccavi; she works at the cannery. I’d heard she was a tough slut.”

Yes, she is.....and she's also on a roll as a writer lately.



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Re: Biker Brawl
« Reply #2 on: January 25, 2011, 11:34:29 PM »
Great story, Jenn!! Your work always impresses me, no matter how many years go by and how many times I read it, you just continue to to your magic. Libras rock!! :)
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Re: Biker Brawl
« Reply #3 on: January 26, 2011, 02:34:18 AM »
Fantastic work, Jenn!  Please keep writing!

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Re: Biker Brawl
« Reply #4 on: January 31, 2011, 11:08:49 PM »
Another epic, Ms. Jenn! Like always!

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