Chapter 6 - On Dominance: Candy Cane


                                                     On Dominance

                                                        by Volpone

                                                Chapter 6: Candy Cane

          The next day, Candy Cane was the one facing the unbeaten challenger. Unlike her fellow
competitors, she carried something with her, namely her guitar which she had been known to use as a
weapon to take down opponents. She'd read the texts, so she knew no one had done better than tie him.
She intended to win, and if that meant whacking him over the head with a guitar, she figured she had a
million good reason$ to do so.
          It was the first match Christie was not acting as observer, so she was done for the tournament.
She'd asked if she could watch, thinking she was no longer able to either influence the matches or gain
information that would help her, but in the spirit of fairness, he declined all the same. He would have
welcomed the lovely Brazilian to stick around, but settled on sending her a stream of the match which
she could watch, and he trusted her to not share it with anyone else.
          Squaring off against Candy, Quinn raised an eyebrow and asked the redhead in the schoolgirl
uniform and pigtails, “Are you sure you want to bring that along?”
          She smiled and said innocently, “Just because I bring along a security blanket doesn't mean I'm
going to use it.”
          “So be it,” he told her, but he didn't bring his quarterstaff into the ring.
          Kasumi called out, “Begin!”
          The faux schoolgirl swayed towards him with eyes wide. She licked her lips and gave him a
slightly bashful pout, shifting her shoulders as she did to make her chest sway and draw his attention.
          Playing along, he let his eyes drop and he crooked up one corner of his mouth.
          The guitar came whistling in almost immediately. If he hadn't been as quick as he was, Quinn
might have gotten clipped by it, and even a glancing blow from a solid-bodied electric guitar like hers
would do some serious damage, likely including broken bones or a concussion.
          Quinn spun in below the trajectory of the heavy instrument and hooked the back edge with his
left hand as his right provided balance and his left foot snapped out and swept her feet from under her.
She might have expected it except his weight had told her he wasn't expecting anything. She hit the
mat heavily on her side as she lost control of the guitar and Quinn sent it sliding across the ring to one
corner.
          Until now, each woman he'd faced he'd given a good chance to measure their ability. With an
opening intended to hospitalize him, he felt Candy didn't get the same benefit.
          Before she could roll to gain enough room to rise, she felt him grab her and flip her around like
a rag doll. He had looked fit but he was as strong as anyone she had faced in the ring, and he
demonstrated it by pinning her down to the mat face first. Held there largely helpless, she felt her
halter-tied dress shirt give as he skinned it down and had her hands bound tightly before she even
realized what he was doing well enough to resist.
          Without her arms to work with, she did what she could by trying to bridge up or catch him with
a heel, but he knelt across her shoulders, her breasts crushed into the mat as he flipped up her plaid
skirt, exposing her round young backside.
          “You want to play the naughty schoolgirl?” he asked, and the flat of his hand came down with
the sound of a firecracker. She squealed at the surprising pain. She enjoyed being spanked under the
right circumstances, but these were...
          His and came down again and a red hand print began to grow on the other cheek, and Candy
whimpered loudly.
          “I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! Okay?”
          For a moment she thought she'd caught a break. His hand stopped spanking and instead she felt
his fingers take hold of her panties and manipulate them a bit. It made her a bit nervous but she'd
rather have him feel her ass than spank it as hard as he had been. He gathered the thin cloth until it was
drawn up the crevice of her ass, and he gave it a couple of pulls. It put pressure on her mons and
worked its way between the lips of her cunt.
          Thinking this was much more to her liking, she wiggled her ass a bit and gave an exaggerated
moan, figuring if she could get him distracted, she might get a chance to take him out and win the cash.
If that meant fucking him right here in the ring, she could manage that for the promised reward.
The pressure of his knee across her shoulders vanished and she thought for a moment he was
going to let her loose, but before she could roll away, he was lifting her by the waist of her skirt and
one upper arm. He then marched her over to the edge of the ring and hung her over the top rope at the
waist.
          “No fucking way!” she exclaimed and began to struggle, but he had her too well controlled for
her to even turn, let alone escape. In just about ten seconds, he had her folded at the waist, both hands
and feet intertwined in the bottom two ropes, her minimal clothing providing additional bonds to
prevent her from getting free.
          Once she was completely bound, he leaned down so she was able to see his face.
          “I should spank you with that bloody guitar of yours. It's what you deserve.”
          He then stood and after peeling down her panties to the level of the second rope, proceeded to
spank her thoroughly.
          “Fuck! Ow! No! No! I said I'm sorryyyyyyyyyyy!”
          “Not as much as you will be,” his hand continuing to rise and fall, making a sound like a .22-
caliber going off. He didn't intend to injure her, but he also knew that if he had her psych profile
figured correctly, she should be ready any moment to...
          The naughty faux schoolgirl bit her lip and shook a moment in silence, trying her best to not let
anyone know she was having an orgasm from being spanked. It was humiliating, and worse, it wasn't
even fun because she couldn't let herself enjoy it. A wasted orgasm was...
          Just as she was expecting another swat, his fingers pressed against her now moist labia and
began to rub her.
          “Ooooohhhh..... FUCK!” she cried as the circular pressure on her clit and the ring that pierced it
made it impossible for her to feign apathy any longer. She shook harder, her eyes clenched tight as she
strained and came.
          “Just remember, sweet cheeks,” he taunted, “any time you want, you can submit.”
          Knowing what this would do to her paycheck, she wasn't about to let that happen.
          And she felt him take hold of her tightly bunched panties and tug at them rhythmically, fast
enough to make her squeal and try to escape.
          He kept tugging until he got another squeal, but this one was in response to the orgasm she was
having.
          He took her momentary distraction to get a hand onto her wide red belt, and then he had it
stripped away.
          “Ooh! What have we here?” he teased, and he drew the doubled-over belt very deliberately up
the lips of her vulva. “Think we might need a bit more of a spanking?”
          “Oh, no-no-no-no-no-no-no! Not like that!”
          She heard the belt whistle up as he brought it up higher.
          The loud crack! made her jump and cry out, but she suddenly realized he hadn't hit her. He
hadn't even swung the belt.
          He leaned over and held the doubled length of belt so she could see it, and he showed her how
he'd used the belt to make the snapping sound by pulling the two ends quickly apart, making the two
halves of looped leather slap together.
          Candy gave a cry of frustration at having been played that way. It was more embarrassing than
if he'd actually hit her with it.
          Kasumi called out, “Five minutes!”
          What the fuck? It felt more like she'd been hanging there for closer to an hour. She'd expected
that she'd have a chance to be saved when time ran out. That half-million was the only bright spot in
this whole nightmare so far. Only five minutes?!
          She knew it was going to be a long thirty minutes.
          He stood and as she relaxed, his hand came down hard right on the same spot he'd reddened
earlier with his swat.
          She bucked and almost came again.
          Bending low, he used the belt to loop around both her ankles and secure them very well to the
lowest rope. It was clear he didn't intend for her to go anywhere for a while.
          The she found out why he was being so careful. He crouched down so that she could see him
very clearly from her inverted position, and he reached forward and flicked one of her nipples. He
didn't do it hard, but he did it as if testing out a personal toy of his. He reached over and did the same a
couple of times to the other nipple, then began flicking a bit more forcefully, moving back and forth in
a seeming random manner. Her pert buds had been up fairly high already. She'd had more than one
orgasm already and the cool air of the arena and her unwillingly submissive situation all combined to
help keep them at attention.
          Then he gave both a tweak, shaking her breasts with them and making her gasp and
ineffectually try to pull away.
          “I'm surprised you don't have these pierced, too,” he observed. “Too bad. It would have given
me something to tie your boot laces to.”
          She pictured exactly what this would do to her... how it would have been so easy for him to
simply run each lace around a piercing and tie it off. She'd have been forced to hang there even if he'd
untied everything but her wrists because just moving a foot would have... OW! And the way he had her
jumping and what that would cause! She was occasionally into a little pain, but that image made her
stomach hurt in a way being bent over the ropes of the ring couldn't.
          As he stood, he said clearly, “I just want you to remember, Candy... I was happy to play nice.
You're trying to hospitalize me got you into this situation.”
          And he pushed her panties out of the way and began to explore her more intimate areas.
He fingered and rubbed a bit to see how she'd react, and when he rubbed over her clit, making
the ring pull and the hard metal rub across it, she jerked and gave a cry that couldn't have been from
pain.
          “Okay,” he told her, “let's see how this works.”
          And he started rubbing her with the fingers of one hand as he started finger-fucking her with the
middle and ring fingers of his other.
          “Oh, fuck, no... no-no-no-no-oh-oh-oh-oh!”
          And she bucked hard and came, bouncing on the ropes that held her in place.
          But he didn't let off. He kept right on stroking away, and Candy kept keening out as he made
her come again.
          After her fifth orgasm that way, she was beginning to hurt, some of the muscles that were
clamping down having very little to clamp around.
          She started to plead, “Enough... enough... enough already!”
          But rather than let up, he ran her right up to the next climax, and at the last moment, as she
started to jerk as her body betrayed her yet again, he stopped rubbing and actually took hold of her clit
and gave it a pinch and shake.
          “OWFUUUUUCK!”
          And she jerked so hard, her feet left the ground and she bounced on the rope suspending her at
the waist.
          He gazed at her and asked, “Come on, Candy... you can't be done yet, can you?”
          His fingers continued to move, and she shook and cried out as he forced another orgasm from
her.
          “I didn't think so.”
          When Kasumi called out, “Ten minutes!”, Candy began pleading.
          “Please... no more... no more... I can't... I can't any more.”
          Leaning down, he said softly to his beautiful victim, “I hope not. I haven't even fucked your ass
yet.”
          The helpless woman cried out and came yet again.
          He kept her like that until he could feel her trembling all over, twitching every time he touched
her, unable to keep her feet under her enough to support her any more.
          To her relief, he stopped abusing her pussy and clit, and she thought he might be done with her
punishment.
          Quinn removed the belt from around her ankles, and even undid her wrists. He stepped back
and let her try to get up.
          Candy Cane slowly straightened up, but as she tried to stabilize herself holding onto the top
rope, her knees buckled and she sat hard on the ring's surface. She grimaced and gave a cry, falling
over onto her side, her hands to her crotch at the discomfort the impact had caused. It wasn't such
terrible pain as it was adding more stimulation to areas already over-stimilated by Quinn's relentless
masturbation.
          She felt more vulnerable than she could recall in a long while. Of course, she had been
dominated by Mistress on several occasions, not all of them in the ring, but there she knew she had
some semblance of control. She could call things off without any lasting consequence. Here it would
cost her a half-million dollars.
          He knelt by her and seemed to be helping her, letting her hug her legs as she rocked and tried to
calm down more.
          Then she felt him draw the belt around her wrists and pull it tight. She tried to react in time, but
her muscles were still cramped from being held so long in one position. Before she could move, he had
crossed her wrists and locked them in place behind her legs, leaving her doubled up in an almost fetal
position.
          He knelt down beside her and moved his kilt up and tucked it out of the way so she could get a
good look at what he was working with.
          Her eyes got large.
          Holy crap! If she'd known that was what he was packing, she'd have pushed him down and just
fucked him from the start.
          He spoke to her in a calm, reasoning voice.
          “Okay, Candy-ass, here's the deal. There's still eighteen minutes left on the clock, and I've been
a lot nicer than you tried to be to me. So I'm thinking that this...” and he pointed to his less than halferect
cock, “is going to go someplace. Since your pretty little pussy is so sore, I'm giving you a choice.
The longer you convince me that you want this in your mouth, the longer you keep it out of your ass.
Does that sound okay?”
          When he spoke the words “keep it out of your ass”, her eyes had shown white all around.
He bent even closer and whispered to her, “And if you even think of biting, you're going to find
how well that guitar of yours will fit there instead of my cock.”
          She didn't need for him to repeat himself, and she nodded as she bit her lower lip.
          “Good girl,” he said, and he helped sit her up so she was roughly sitting even though her arms
were bound tight around her legs so she was hugging her thighs.
          Once she was sitting like that, he moved closer and stood over her legs, bringing his cock to
within a couple of inches of her face.
          Looking up at him almost apologetically, she wet her lips and opened so she could take him in
her mouth, looking much more like the fearful schoolgirl than she ever had before.
          “Remember, I only stay here as long as you convince me you want this right here.”
          She nodded and gave a muted, “Mm-hm,” as she tried to convince him she was the most eager
cocksucker he'd ever come across.
          She moaned and made lewd, sexual sounds, bobbing her head and doing everything she could
think of to make him stay where he was. She started looking up at him, and when she realized he
wasn't looking like he wanted to give her a six-stringed suppository, she started to relax and actually try
to enjoy herself.
          He really did have a nice cock... not the biggest she'd ever had, but bigger wasn't always better.
He was really just about as big as she liked, and she was already having some trouble taking him down
far enough. Without her hands to work with, she had nothing but her lips and tongue, and that made it
tough, but she looked at him and gave a tentative smile, hoping he might decide she had learned her
lesson and he would unbind her.
          The incredible way his cock felt in her mouth was amazing. She'd always liked giving head
because of the power rush she got from making some guy cum like this. It felt so sexy sucking a man
until they just couldn't hold out any more. She always enjoyed the silken skin as it slid along the
insides of her wet, greedy mouth, sucking so that more and more of her tongue and cheeks came into
contact with the warm male member filling her mouth.
          But this time it was something more. She'd started out thinking about the money and now just
wanted to have the sex. He'd already made her come more times than any partner before him, and he
said he wasn't even really wanting her to enjoy. He was just wanting her to have payback for trying to
hurt him earlier.
          But she was enjoying it. She was enjoying to so much she didn't care if the time ran out. She
just wanted to make him come as she had come.
          Then she realized that she didn't want to escape. She really didn't care about the money any
more. She wanted Quinn, and so long as that happened, she'd be happy.
          Candy Cane, the slutty schoolgirl, tried to swallow Quinn's tool because she loved how he made
her feel. It was like when Mistress got her especially worked up, but Mistress didn't have a flesh-andblood
dick that felt so fucking good...
          “Fifteen minutes!” she heard, and this time she was disappointed that there was so little time
left.
          She sucked hard and leaned in, then pulled back quickly and leaned in again, trying to get him
past the back of her throat. She came close to gagging each time the head of his cock hit her gag point,
but she had worked past that trouble many years ago. It made her eyes water and her thick saliva began
forming ribbons before falling onto the mat, but still she couldn't get the right position to get him down
her throat, and she wanted to swallow Quinn's cock more than any other in her life.
          He seemed to sense her change in attitude, or perhaps he simply wanted what she did... to run
his cock down her throat.
          Taking her by her red pigtails, he pulled her forwards as she leaned in, and this time he gave a
flex to his hips, and he lifted slightly so she had to tilt her head a bit to stay with him.
And suddenly he bent just enough and she felt his thick cock simply slide down her throat.
          She smiled with her eyes as she looked up at him, trying to tell him this was what she wanted
more than the prize money.
          And as she worked him, she swallowed and found herself coming. She'd only come from
giving head a handful of times in her whole life, but she shook and silently looked into his eyes as she
came. Tears ran from the outer corners of her eyes, but her eyes still smiled as she swallowed and
came.
          Candy knew that just holding him there wasn't going to get him to come, so she tossed her head
some so she keep up the stimulation, then she pulled back until he cleared her throat, sucked in a good
breath as she hoovered the last couple of inches of him, running her enthusiastic tongue all around him
while holding him within her mouth, then leaned forwards and swallowed him down again, all the
while looking at him like she was having the best time of her life.
          She kept trying to coax his cum into her greedy mouth, but he still didn't give her the result she
wanted so badly. And she was used to having her hands to work with to make the job easier and to give
her lips and tongue an occasional rest.
          When she heard Kasumi call out “Twenty minutes,” Candy knew she needed a break. Men just
didn't hold out this long normally, especially when she looked at them in a way that told a man she
wanted him to fill her mouth with his slick semen.
          But she just couldn't keep it up any longer, and she let him fall from her lips as she panted and
flexed her jaw to try to get it to relax.
          “Are you positive you want to quit?” he asked, not unkindly. He was simply reminding her.
“I'm going to look for somewhere new to stick this if you can't keep going.”
          And Candy realized that was just fine with her.
          “Then I guess I'm just going to have to take my medicine, right?” she said suggestively.
          “As you wish,” he said as he smiled at her. She wasn't trying to talk him out of anything any
more. Candy had become his willing accomplice.
          He rolled her back, but he realized that she would never be able to stay where he wanted
without her cooperation, so he decided to gamble and undid the belt holding her arms around her legs.
          The redhead smiled at him, rubbing her wrists where the belt had left indentations in her flesh,
then she rolled back onto her shoulders and put her arms out to support herself there.
          “Is this what you wanted?” she asked with a voice thick with desire.
          He wet a couple of fingers and reached in to begin fingering her ass. He slipped first one finger
in, but quickly joined it with another, and just a moment later with a third. He slid his fingers in and
out, burying them almost to the knuckle each time, and Candy moaned out in pleasure. If she'd been
fighting, it would have been difficult, but she wanted this and so it was fucking amazing.
          “Come on,” she urged him, not wanting to waste any more time. Looking him in the eye and
giving him a broad, wicked smile, she told him, “Fuck my ass.”
          Falling back on an old line for him, he responded, “As you wish.”
          Depressing the aim on his dick, he spit on it (a thing he detested but he had no lube at hand and
her saliva from earlier was drying rapidly) and placed the wide head against her relaxed anus and
pushed it inside with surprisingly little resistance.
          Candy gave a cute “aaawww!” as he penetrated her ass, but she held herself in position so he
could drive down into her, eager to be Greeked in this way.
          He couldn't refuse such a sincere turnaround, so he pushed in a couple of inches, and she replied
with another small moan that was somewhere on the scale between a moderate “ow” and a distinct “do
it again”.
          Three more pushes and he was almost balls-deep in her pretty little female asshole, and Candy
was whining madly, impatient for him to start fucking her, already teetering on the edge of a wonderful
anal orgasm.
          He helped brace her, and he started driving down into her, pushing her shoulders into the mat as
she moaned, each one louder than the last as he went piledriver on her.
          The sensation of his hard cock stretching her anus and pounding her into the floor this way, the
somewhat slick but sticky feeling of the friction of her asshole tight around the warm skin of his
incredible erection, all of it combined and it only took half a dozen strokes before she was squealing
and shaking as she came. She moved one hand up and started rubbing madly at her pierced joy button
as she shook and cried out as he made her come.
          “Aaaaaah! Aaaaaah! Aaaaaah!” she exclaimed each time he thrust himself into her ecstatic ass,
and her other hand slapped at the floor of the ring as if desperately trying to find some way of
expressing the feelings surging through her, and she bucked hard and gave a wordless cry in climax.
          Quinn just kept driving hard into the naughty schoolgirl ass wrapped to tight around his cock.
          Her cry suddenly changed pitch and the hand rubbing her clit stopped moving, then her fingers
went into high gear for a second or so as her entire body shook uncontrollably as she came, then there
was another momentary pause as he hand rested, then the hand rubbed frantically as she shook yet
again, her cries coinciding with the spasms shaking her body.
          Holding her there at that point of unimaginable ecstasy for as long as he could, Quinn kept
fucking Candy Cane's greedy ass for almost five more minutes of mind-numbing orgasms.
          Knowing she would never last long at this stage, he changed his tempo and stopped fighting the
climax that had been demanding he let go since he began fucking her sweet ass. Thrusting more
savagely, he pounded into her until he gave an animal snarl from somewhere deep in his chest that rose
up and broke from him as his orgasm struck and he did his best to fill her receptive derriere with is
cum.
          It was the last straw for the wanton redhead, and she gave a shout that changed mid-sound and
she abruptly squirted, the hand slapping the mat pounding at the surface so hard it must have hurt her
hand, but she kept slapping as she yelled out in pleasure. The incredible, world-shaking event rolled on
for probably almost ten seconds as she squirted until she seemed to run out of ejaculate...
          And then she collapsed, out cold from the looks of it.
          Her sphincter kept clutching at his cock as it emptied his testicles into her beautiful backside,
but soon even Quinn's capacity was exhausted, so moving carefully, he withdrew from her abused
rectum and gently lowered the unconscious woman to the ground.
          Mika called out, “Candy, can you continue?”
          Silence greeted her question.
          “The competitor is unable to continue,” Mika said without shouting. “Time is twenty-eight
minutes forty-five seconds of the match.”

          The text this time read: “Candy Cane defeated at 28 mins Wins 100k.”
