One on One

A minute left, and they were tied at twenty two. Tamika grinned to herself; that simply wouldn't do.

One of the Hellions came around the corner at that very moment, and Tamika slid to her knees without even having to think, popping off a rocket at the wall he'd been following. Her reward was a spray of blood across her face as his arm and most of his shoulder splattered, the shaven-headed space pirate writhing in agony as he rolled across the arena's concrete floor. As much as Tamika relished the pitiful screams of men as she killed them, she was on the clock, so she slammed the heel of her combat boot down onto his neck, the wet crunch and the ribbon of blood that shot from his dying mouth telling her all she needed to know.

That had been her last rocket, so she scooped up his assault rifle from where he'd dropped it, lifting it in her left hand while she held her own in her right, muscles straining from the weight of the guns and the exertion of the last ten minutes of combat. Just because this was an off-season match didn't mean the two teams of bloodthirsty mercs weren't both giving it everything they had.

Her HUD informed her that Othello had just shoved a glowstick up Kaela's ass, or some equally poetic turn of phrase that meant he'd just blown her open with a shock rifle, and she couldn't help smiling; one more kill and the match was theirs.

No sooner had she thought that than another Hellion dropped down in front of her, and she immediately unloaded both rifles directly into the scantily-clad girl's head.

Only for the bullets to ping off with a flash of orange light. Shit! She had a shield.

Ophelia spun before Tamika could change weapons, leaping up and wrapping her legs around the other woman's neck, dragging her to the floor and shoving her mouth and nose in the hot crotch of her skintight leather pants. Tamika tried to push her off or struggle her way free, but with all the Hellion's weight against her it only mashed her face more and more against the slutty blonde's crotch. Ophelia just cackled, knocking off Tamika's Thunder Crash beret to grab her hair and grind down harder.

"Aw, yeah, baby, just like that..."

Tamika squealed as Ophelia's warm pussy pushed against her mouth again, her attempts to breathe just filling her mouth with leather and the undeniable smell of pussy. She slammed a fist into Ophelia's stomach, and in return the girl's thighs just squeezed tighter around her neck.

"Oh shit yeah, you're gonna make me..." Ophelia jerked her head up again, but this time the shock rifle in her other hand came down against Tamika's forehead. Ophelia grinned. "Pop!"

Tamika respawned just in time for the announcer to call the match for the Hellions, twenty five to twenty four.

Fuck.

...

Back in the locker room Tamika ripped her armor off angrily. But that was nothing new; she did everything angrily. When she was down to her boring, team-issue underwear, the smiling blond face of her teammate Riker appeared at the locker next to hers.

"Hey, T, you had some pretty sweet moves in there..."

She was set to just ignore him, but when his hand touched the small of her back the reaction was instinctual. He was lucky she just slammed him back against the lockers on the other side of the wall instead of smashing his jaw against the bench. "Fuck away from me!"

Riker threw up his hands. "Hey, easy, I was just being nice." He shook his head as he headed for the door, and she could just barely make out when he said "Frigid fucking psycho."

Tamika pulled on her sweats, stowed her uniform, and followed the rest of her team out into the hall. At the same time, the Hellions were coming out of the other locker room. A few of them were flipping the Thunder Crash off or trying to gloat, but Tamika was content to follow Othello's example of pretending to ignore them. At least, this is, until Ophelia pushed to the front.

"Shit, I don't even care that we won. Not after that kinky little TC slut licked my pussy so...good..." The blonde licked her heavily made-up lips as the others laughed and hooted and Tamika's cheeks burned. "Mm, she sucks cock half as good as she licks pussy it's no wonder those boys keep her around. I mean, since she obviously can't fight..."

Tamika heard a low growl building in her throat, and she shoved her way through her teammates. "Hey! Say that to my face, you fucking cunt!"

The group of Hellions paused, turning to look at her even as Aryss touched her elbow. "Come on, honey, it's not worth it, let's just go..."

Before Tamika had the chance to ignore her, however, Ophelia had swaggered up. She'd lost her leather vest, which meant now she was just wearing the sheer top that showed off most of her big, jiggling tits. She practically pressed them against Tamika's as she leaned in, smirking.

"I said you licked my pussy so fucking good. And then I said that the only reason Thunder Crap keeps you around is because you suck their cocks after every match. And then I said you can't fight. Slut."

Without warning, Ophelia surged forward, tongue hot and wet as she licked her way up Tamika's entire face. The older girl sputtered as the blonde pulled back to the laughter of her teammates, sporting a grin, and suddenly the only thing that mattered was wiping it off the smug slut's face.

And when she grabbed a handful of Ophelia's hair and slammed her head against the wall, that was exactly what it did.

Ophelia was dazed for long enough for Tamika to reel back and slap her, hard across the cheek then again across the tits. The blonde moaned, not like she was in pain but like she was getting off on it. When Ophelia wrapped her legs around her waist and Tamika could feel the wet heat of her cunt through the leather, she realized that was exactly the case.

Her hands grabbed the Hellion's firm ass cheeks hard, trying to dislodge her, but Ophelia just wrapped har hands around Tamika's neck and clamped her teeth down on her nose. Tamika shrieked in surprise, grabbing at Ophelia's ass and thighs to try to dislodge her even as the suction of the blonde's mouth turned from a bite to something like a kiss, the burning junction of her thighs grinding against Tamika's abs and sliding down toward her throbbing...no, she wasn't getting of on this, she couldn't be...

But Ophelia's grin as hands pulled them apart told her otherwise. "Yeah, baby, you fuck me so good..." the Hellion growled, and to Tamika's shock she found that now all she wanted was to tear the leather off of her and sink her mouth into the warm, wet snatch Ophelia kept grinding against her.

Instead, she felt Othello's hand on her shoulder. She flinched, ready to strike, but he pulled it back. "Hey, save it for the arena!" When there was a suitable distance between them, he turned to face her. "Hit the showers. You look like shit."

Tamika didn't even bother making up a comeback.

...

The shower was so hot it practically seared her skin off, but that was exactly what she needed. She felt dirty and sick and hot in a way she never had before. The only thing she could compare it to was the feeling she got when she was touched by men and the memories of her father and uncle and brothers came back, but this was different.

She felt dirty, but not in a bad way. She felt...well, what she really felt was so. Fucking. Horny.

With a frustrated growl, she leaned against the wall of the little shower cubicle, letting her hands slide down to the sensitive spots. One found her pussy wet and swollen, waiting for her fingers, while the other palmed a big, firm tit. Those were another reminder of the past; her uncle'd made her get them when she was sixteen so she'd be 'hotter,' but as she grew up and got buff they'd actually started seeming almost proportionate. Now, she palmed one angrily, sinking two fingers into her sopping cunt and starting the brutal rhythm that was the only way she knew how to get off.

And then suddenly, there were two more fingers in her cunt. There was a hand on her other breast, expertly squeezing the hard, fat nipple, and a pair of soft tits pressed against her back.

"Round two, bitch," a sultry voice behind her growled. When Ophelia's lips descended on her throat and started to suck, Tamika moaned.

With Ophelia's hand taking up her brutal fingerfucking rhythm, that left Tamika's free to reach back, grabbing a handful of the tight, hot ass cheek she'd been squeezing just a few minutes earlier, but this time without even the meager impediment of skintight leather. That made Ophelia press closer, her cunt grinding hard enough against Tamika's ass that she could feel that the blonde was shaved completely smooth and, more importantly, blazing hot.

"Aw yeah, come for me, bitch..."

Between the savage fingerfucking and the spray from the showerhead and the feel of Ophelia's svelte body grinding against her back, Tamika couldn't refuse the offer, hips jerking and juices streaming and filling the steamy stall with the smell of pussy.

"Fuck, you're so fucking hot," Ophelia growled against her back, lips sucking between her shoulder blades, "I wish we were in the arena and all your friends and fans and shit could watch you whining and coming like a little slut..."

"Shut up!" Tamika spun around, claiming the other woman's lips in a hard, wet kiss, hands everywhere at once. Ophelia's tits were the same size as hers, but on her lithe body they seemed much bigger, and the rock-hard little pink nipples capping them off felt divine between her fingers. She kissed her way down the blonde's chest, slamming her against the tile wall in the process, and Ophelia laughed. When Tamika's plump lips closed around her nipple, the laugh turned into a moan.

When Tamika's palm ground against Ophelia's clit, the blond Hellion groaned. "Aw yeah, fuck me, fuck me hard...fuck me like Daddy, bitch!"

Tamika's eyes went wide, an ice-cold shock going down her back. Before Ophelia could ask why she'd stopped, her fist had come down across the blonde's face. Ophelia's head jerked to the side, blood spattering the tile for just a second before the shower washed it away, but that was time enough for the second punch to cut open Ophelia's cheek.

The blonde raised her hands dazedly to defend herself, only to find Tamika crouched at the far end of the stall, gasping for air, tears running down her burning cheeks.