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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