Chapter 7 - On Dominance: Tina Armstrong


                                       On Dominance

                                                       by Volpone

                                           Chapter 6: Tina Armstrong

          The swaggering Texan, Tina Armstrong, was the next up in Quinn's hit parade.
          He was very interested to see how she behaved now that she'd had five days to cool off
since he'd chosen to ignore her pass. Would she hold a grudge, or would she try to pick up
where she had failed last time? Or would she have a different approach now that a million
dollars was on the line? He hadn't received any messages from her since the beginning of
the challenges, and she didn't strike him as the kind to just let matters drop.
          Well, when it was time for the match and he entered from the dressing room area, Tina
was already in the ring, leaning back in one corner, her elbows supporting much of her weight
on the top rope and turnbuckle. It was a purposefully casual pose that let her extend one leg
forward, giving her a long line from head to toe. Of all the outfits she might choose to wear,
she'd opted to appear in the most revealing option she had, specifically her red, white and
blue sling bikini. It was so scant that Quinn knew for certain she had to have waxed the
previous day because there was so little room to hide hair with the minimal cache sexe
bottom.
          It looked as if there was little doubt how she intended to stretch the bout (and
something else of his that might be considered stretchy).
          The very first night he'd met the various women, he'd been struck by how clearly
excited Tina had been over the idea of engaging in a “full erotic contact” match, and it seemed
that it was no different this time. When he climbed into the ring, she stood and dropped her
shoulders back to show off her incredible chest. She really didn't even try to look subtle, and
he could see clearly her nipples were turgid as they pushed aggressively at the flimsy cloth
which was trying (and failing miserably) to restrain them. Her reaction was just from thinking
of what was about to happen, or she was hiding a JLo-type nipple wrangler somewhere to
help her keep them high and tight and pointy.
          It didn't matter, really. All these ladies had been picked because fighting turned them
on. Tina was simply less inclined to try to hide the fact.
          From Tina's viewpoint, this entire tournament (she insisted on calling it that to all her
friends who would listen) was a win-win. She had Quinn picked out as someone who could
do things for her, no matter the outcome, because he clearly had money, and money people
had connections. She's been playing up the entire process on social media, posting selfies in
various costumes and basically doing whatever she could to use the event as a springboard.
So long as she ended up making money, she could spin it into a win.
          But she had another reason for wanting things to go well here, and that was because
she'd always harbored serious fantasies about starting out fighting some strong, attractive
man and after wrestling for a while, they simply ended up tearing each other's clothes off and
fucking right there on stage. From every rumor she'd picked up, that was likely going to
happen this time.
          “Begin!” called Kasumi, and she and Mika moved in to lean on the edge of the ring so
they could get a better view of the action. Only Reiko stayed back, but that was more for
appearances. She didn't want to look too anxious to take Tina's place... and hopefully lose in
the same spectacular manner at Quinn's hands. It had been the best sex she'd had in...
well... ever if she was honest with herself.
          Tina literally strutted to the center of the ring, announcing to Quinn, “I am so gonna rock
your world.”
          His expression didn't change, and he simply strolled closer to see what she intended.
          As they closed, she looked as if she simply intended to walk right up and kiss him.
          What she did was get within range and without changing expression attempted to kick
him in the midsection.
          Won't be any fun 'less we wrestle some before we fuck, she thought.
          But she felt her foot go right by him, barely grazing his abs, her momentum carrying her
too close to stop.
          She felt him grasp her calf and the next thing she knew, he had levered her leg up,
locking her knee straight as he dropped his weight into her, driving them both down to the
mat. The difference was that Tina was on the bottom, and the back of Quinn's upper arm
came down right across her chest.
          Tina found herself rolled up in a fetal position, clutching her abused breasts protectively.
She'd had “a block to the tickets” before, but she hadn't expected him to be so rough right off
the bat.
          Shit, but that hurt! The girls would be feelin' that for a bit.
          He didn't even try a typical follow up like an elbow drop. He was back on his feet and
back out of range, giving her an opportunity to get back to her feet.
          Still feeling a bit unsteady, the busty blonde looked at her challenger with a bit different
feeling now. She wasn't sure if she wanted to fuck him any more if he was going to play that
rough.
          Moving back to give herself a moment to consider what to try next, she suddenly
discovered how fast Quinn was because he was on her in an instant, and before she even
realized how, she was falling backwards into the corner. The back of her head collided with
the padded turnbuckle, and she cried out as her vision flashed bright from the impact.
          This wasn't no fun at'all!
          What she'd thought would be a bit of rough-and-tumble before getting down to more
pleasant activities became little more than Quinn driving her around the ring, bouncing her off
the ropes, tossing her to fall hard on the ring's floor. He didn't wrestle. He used some kind of
martial art that she hadn't faced before, and he didn't seem to be too concerned with keeping
her good will.
          By the time Kasumi called “Five minutes!”, Tina was seriously considering submitting.
He wasn't behaving anything like a guy who intended to help further her career. He'd been so
nice and polite outside the ring... somebody she'd be happy to take back to a hotel room and
get to know in private. This asshole wasn't like that at all.
          She couldn't have known that Quinn wasn't being rough at all. Had he wanted, she'd
have likely been unconscious several times already. She might be somewhat durable from
her years of wrestling diva training, but she was slow as far as opponents went, and he
refused to reward her for not taking this seriously.
          His next move drove all thoughts of trying to fuck from her mind. She'd tried to get hold
of him well enough to try to lever his arm to try to control things for just a moment, but her
wrist was seized and pulled hard, and then he was behind her with her arm caught up at her
back. His other hand grabbed her by the back of her thong bikini bottom and he jerked up
half a dozen times... hard. What this did to her sex was not pleasant in the least, and she
dropped to her knees, unable to keep her feet.
          Tina felt his hands moving roughly around her, and somewhere in the back of her mind
she registered her bikini being stripped from her and used to tie her up. She felt him pick her
up and carry her a short distance, and she was preparing to try some kind of reversal move
(she wasn't sure what one she could do from being draped over his arm like this) when she
was dumped roughly on the floor.
          She went to roll away in an attempt to escape for just a moment, but before she could
even prepare herself to make the try, he had her bound to the ropes on her knees, her wrists
and ankles bound to each other outside the ring, the top rope running beneath her armpits
and behind her back holding her upright.
          And there was a very large male cock in her face.
          This was something she could handle, and without really considering what she was
actually doing, she licked her lips and leaned forward until she could take him in her mouth.
Sucking cock was much nicer than getting the crap beat out of her.
          Reiko commented, “Well, that's... a surprise.” She'd expected the flashy blonde to put
up much more resistance before giving in, and here she was behaving as if it had all been a
kind of foreplay.
          Looking up at Quinn, he gave her a wink, and she realized that was exactly what he'd
intended.
          As Tina went to work on him, she really didn't even consider what he'd been doing all
during their “warm up”. Almost every move that Quinn had used was for the purpose of
keeping her off balance and keep her body reacting to the assault on her chest, crotch and
ass. Even his tying her over the rope like this involved her armpits, and any student of nerves
and how they affected a person knew that the armpits were one of the more arousing areas
on a woman's body. Putting her in a totally submissive posture and then suddenly shifting
from combat to sex was just a way of getting her logical mind out of the way... to stop her
thinking of how things could be used to further her career... if she could use this to gain
followers online (he had spotted the phone recording their bout that was sitting in her purse in
a front row seat)... all of the things distracting her from being everywhere but right there, right
now.
          She was certainly there presently. The moment that nice masculine member had been
put in front of her lips, she hadn't even considered not putting it in her mouth. The way it
rubbed over her tongue so deliciously, the slight salty taste of him reminding her of the very
male creature on the other end of it. She started to concentrate on doing what she could to
bring him greater pleasure, sliding her lips down his shaft as she rotated her head, seeing
how far down she could take him from this position.
          He seemed to be thinking along similar lines since his hand was now behind her head,
encouraging her to discover exactly the same thing.
          But Quinn didn't try to drive himself down her throat. Tina was running on that hind-brain
portion of her mind where he'd been working so hard to get her. Making her worry
about how she would breathe would shock her out of that dreamy relaxed state where her
body was in charge and her mind wasn't distracting her with a thousand pesky annoyances,
letting instinct and pleasure guide her.
          Once she wasn't thinking about things, Tina was an incredible creature in bed. She
was very body conscious, and she knew how her body felt when things were working well,
and the sensation of her soft mouth sliding sensuously over his fabulous cock was working
well for both of them.
          Now that she was getting much more receptive, her body began to send signals making
her want more stimulation. Her mouth was very happy, the slippery sensation of silken skin
rubbing all the right places, and she avoided the instinct to swallow the thick saliva she was
building up, feeling how it made things more enjoyable, and so she just let any extra run out
over her lower lip. She didn't even bother to play at licking or doing at all of the things women
did to build anticipation, but she did begin to whine a bit as other parts of her started to want
attention.
          Quinn hadn't even thought to use his Talent on Tina. She was an open book... a map
with directions in bold print and big red arrows pointing to what she wanted next.
          Eyes closed as she savored the feeling of how the flaring rim of the crown of his cock
felt so wonderful against her cheeks and the roof of her mouth, she was pleasantly surprised
when she felt warm masculine hands begin to fondle her sizable chest.
          His eyes left Tina's willing form when Mika and Kasumi came over to stand nearby, both
leaning on the edge of the ring and gazing up with looks of pleasant curiosity on their faces.
          Mika gave him a broader smile and simply said, “We're just wanting to observe. That's
why we're here, right?”
          Kasumi smiled at them as well, but her comment was a quiet, “Ten minutes,” as if
gently reminding the doctor he had an appointment with another patient in just a bit.
          If the time registered on the brazen Texan sucking on Quinn's shaft, it didn't show. She
kept bobbing her head, giving a bit of rotation as she made wet, blatantly sexual sounds as
she moaned and enjoyed the hell out of giving him head.
          Giving her lovely chest a good squeeze, he was gratified at the profound “Mmm!” of
pleasure from the pretty blonde fellating him, and she went down with a bit more suction,
moving a little faster, hoping she'd get him to come in her eager mouth soon.
          Having gotten her to the point where she wasn't worried about prize money or social
media or possible movie deals, he knew that he could untie her without being concerned of
how she would interpret it. Leaning over the rope a bit as he let go of her fine, soft breasts
(which got a moan of disappointment from the woman sucking his cock), he reached down far
enough to get the tie of her bikini string and pull, undoing the knot which had locked her wrists
to ankles. Her feet dropped to the mat and she gave a grunt but didn't otherwise react, then
she rotated her arms around and over so she was free of the rope, but all she did was lean in
and move her unbound hands around behind and grab hold of Quinn's firm male ass and pull
it closer so she could have more control as she sucked his fabulous feeling dick.
          She didn't even open her eyes she was so into what she was doing and feeling, and
when his hands returned to her chest, she gave a long moan and her fingers tightened on his
ass.
          Considering this was the same woman who was thinking of giving up was now just as
happy to give in, a whole new kind of submission on her mind.
          His hands kept working on her lovely full breasts, her nipples up tight once again and
pressing aggressively against his palms.
          These have never been helped out with silicone, he observed happily.
          She kept working him more enthusiastically with her eager mouth, her own excitement
growing greater all the time, and she didn't really even think about it when she released his
ass with her left hand and ran her fingers down over her belly so she could probe and rub
between her thighs.
          Another loud, drawn out moan came from the Texas trollop, and she started to finger
herself, moving her knees out a bit more so she could reach easier and run her fingers in
circles over her pussy, loud wet sounds coming from her uninhibited self-help.
          It didn't take but about thirty seconds of her rubbing clit and giving head before she
gave a rising squeal and her fingers dug into his ass as she came, sucking hard and making
slight gagging sounds each time she took him deep enough to hit the back of her mouth.
          God, please, gimme that cum, she pled silently to him.
          As if he had been eavesdropping on her thoughts, his hands began to squeeze more
aggressively, and his fingers started pulling off the ends of her breasts, putting a bit more
tension on her nipples each time as he stretched them in time to her avid lips swallowing his
meat, and then she heard him give a kind of hiss as his breath slid between his teeth, and
then a kind of growl...
          “Here you go, Tina...” he told her through his animal sound.
          And then she was swallowing because his cock was feeding her his sticky, thick cum,
jet after jet flooding across the back of her tongue as she squealed again, her climax peaking
again at the taste of his semen hitting her taste buds, the salty slick goo filling her mouth
because there wasn't a lot of room for it combined with his fat cock.
          She knelt there and rubbed and sucked and shook...
          “Fifteen minutes,” Kasumi said, raising her voice slightly to be heard over Tina's
squeals of pleasure.
          When she'd nursed the last from him, she looked at Quinn for the first time since he'd
tied her to the ropes, and her eyes were smiling and slightly dazed but very satisfied for the
moment, and she pulled back and opened her mouth to show him how much of his cum she
still held there. She gave a chuckle through her nose and closed her mouth, licked her lips
suggestively, and very deliberately swallowed.
          “Ahh!” she moaned in obvious pleasure at this proof of her giving such good head to
make him unable to hold back any longer.
          Smiling up at him, she gave a sigh, expecting things to be over for their “match”, but he
surprised her by only losing part of his lovely hard erection. He only dropped to a bit under
nine o'clock, but rather than wait, he gave her a wicked look and shook his head as if to tell
her, “You're not off the hook yet.”
          He took her hands, and for a moment she thought he was going to help her to her feet,
but he didn't lift but rather pulled her forward. She couldn't get her legs beneath her, and
instead she overbalanced and he lowered her down until she was on all fours.
          “That'll work,” he observed, and moved around behind her, trailing his fingers over her
hair, down her neck, over her back and down to her ass as he strolled into position.
          Rather than kneel, Quinn reached down and began rubbing her very wet, warm, soft
lips, and he lifted his hand after just ten seconds, rolling his fingers wetly and showing Tina
how sticky they were from just rubbing her sex that way.
          “Somebody seems to be ready for something more,” he teased, and his fingers
returned to her very wet cunt and he started to slide two finger inside her.
          “Oh, god!” she whispered, and her head went to the mat, keeping her ass raised so he
could use it as he liked.
          “Such cooperation!” he said in an admiring but somewhat ironic tone, not being cruel
but getting a smile from the ladies outside the ring. They had all been in the same spot Tina
now found herself in and they knew just how utterly impossible it was to even try to say “no” to
Quinn by this point in things. It wasn't that he wouldn't take no for an answer, but even
Christie had come back for more after their match had officially ended. Quinn just brought
that kind of randiness out in a woman.
          His fingers began to rub inside her, putting pressure on the roof of her pussy and
running right across her g-spot every time.
          “God.... day-am...” she moaned out, and then she started to shake, her moan rising into
a whimper that trembled in her throat for almost ten seconds before it rose to a cry and she
gave a heavy spasm in climax.
          Unlike regular officials refereeing a match, all three ladies outside the ring applauded
and whistled, urging Tina on while knowing full well she wouldn't need any help from them.
          “Twenty minutes,” announced Kasumi.
          He was torn between giving her another orgasm manually or moving on to other things,
but when she started making motions to him, he figured she was ready for something more.
          Moving up behind her lovely round backside, he put a hand on her hip and aimed
himself properly, then started to push forward to penetrate her.
          Considering how wet she was, he expected to slide in with no resistance. Tina was not
known for keeping her legs crossed, and so he thought he'd find her literally a “loose woman”,
but he was quite surprised when he got only part way in when she tightened around him
much more than he'd anticipated. Clearly, Tina did exercises to keep this part of her in as
good shape as the rest of her.
          It took him three thrusts before he was in fully (or as fully as she could manage him),
then he started to move and she started to cry out.
          He started out easy, keeping his strokes just a couple of inches to let her get her
rhythm, but after just a couple of thrusts she started to get louder and pushed back onto him,
then rocked forward to lengthen his stroke until she was the one fucking him, driving herself
back onto him and moaning loudly each time their hips met with a meaty impact.
He was in fairly good shape to keep this up, but with Tina's enthusiasm he was grateful
he'd just come a couple of minutes before or he'd have been in climax trouble quickly. She
was as wet as any woman he'd known and her muscle tone was superb as she squeezed him
on each stroke.
          It seemed his warm-up had helped as well because it was only a bit over a dozen
strokes before she went utterly silent for several seconds as she kept driving back hard onto
him, then gasped and put her head to the mat and cried out as she came and came hard.
She shook and tried to keep up her movements but they became erratic as she was unable to
control herself, the way the head of his cock ran right across her sensitive spots on every
thrust making her crazy.
          If she couldn't keep up what she was doing, Quinn wasn't afraid to pick up where she
left off. He began to move harder, each time he rocked forward with his hips making her firm
ass shake with each impact, and she kept crying out, her face buried in the mat.
          But he still couldn't get her to ejaculate. This was a hentai universe and he knew that
every female created for it was capable of certain things, and ejaculation was almost always
one of them.
          He simply needed to find the right combination.
          Perhaps a bit of extra penetration?
          She felt his fingers reach around and he ran then across her standing clitoris (and a
fine, firm one it was, the little man standing proudly and tall in the prow of the boat) and she
cried out again, her orgasm stretching out. She didn't need him touching her like that. Her
clit was about ready to jump if anyone thought about it, let alone touched it, so she wasn't
disappointed when his fingers disappeared.
          But they left just long enough to find a new target and she felt him rub around her
asshole with the digits he'd just moistened with her vaginal juices.
          Tina was still in the decline of her last orgasm and hadn't even considered what else he
might consider doing, but then she felt him slide one and then a second finger in her back
door and it clenched around him, making her gasp again and shake.
          Suddenly the buff blonde was chanting, “Oh, no, no, no, no, no, not that, not that, not
that!”
          And she bucked hard, her back arching as she drove herself back as if trying to knock
Quinn over with each push. She put her face to the mat and yelled out wordlessly as she came
yet again, and her juices were all over them both...
          But still no ejaculation.
          He started doing a kind of see-saw timing between his cock and fingers, back and forth,
one forward as the other retreated, back and forth, putting some more twist on her fingers in
her trembling ass, knowing that she was close...
          And she surprised him by rocking forward enough to free herself from his incredible
phallus, but she turned and was then pushing him back onto the mat, still trembling from the
aftereffects of her last meltdown, pushing him until he was on his back and she straddling
him, facing his feet.
          And he watched as the superb ass he'd been enjoying all night settled down and eased
him right in. Tina was leaned back, kneeling but with her hands behind her on Quinn's ribs,
holding him in place until she could slide him all the way into her sensitive anus.
          She held him there and proceeded to raise and lower her hips, keeping him right where
she wanted him so she could fuck him with her gorgeous ass.
          She started revving up vocally, her moan growing rapidly higher as she sank him into
her tight tush over and over, driving him in until she was flush to his hips, then repeating it
until her moan had risen to a loud cry and she was ravaging herself on him, fucking him with
her ass and yelling as she came...
          And then she squirted. She blasted her juices all the way to the first row seats as she
screamed and shook, Quinn buried balls deep in her quivering backside.
          “Oh, gaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhd!”
          Their three observers cheered and applauded wildly, thinking they were definitely
getting their money's worth.
          And incredibly Tina kept going. She froze in place for less than ten seconds and then
was bouncing her ass on his erection again, still cumming strongly from the way she was
shaking and her ongoing cry, but still in control enough to drive her back onto the fabulous
man with the erection of iron that was making her come this way.
          Quinn was impressed and happy to let her take lead. At this point, he had nothing to
prove. The ring of her sphincter milked him each time Tina dropped her ass down onto his
lap, hot and quivering as her climax made the sensations he was feeling even more
incredible, her cry of lust fulfilled fueling his own enjoyment even more.
          “Twenty-five minutes!”
          Tina was almost in a world of her own, her entire universe focused down to the hot,
slick contact of her rear entrance where it slid up and down on him, the friction on her ass
pulling in both directions, incredibly painful and yet even more wonderfully pleasurable,
driving her towards her next earth-shaking climax.
          Now she took up another chant emphasizing the way her hips drove her nicely-curved
ass down on his dick. (It seemed Tina was a talker, or possibly a director.)
          “Make me come! Make me come! Make me come!”
          She kept it up for another thirty seconds or so, then went non-verbal again and ravaged
her ass on him as she yelled out and squirted again.
          And she collapsed back on top of Quinn's firm body, breathing as if she'd been running
a marathon, panting and whimpering as her body kept shaking again and again, her loins
aching from the phenomenal strain of coming so hard.
          She didn't move largely because she was almost unable.
          But Quinn wasn't done.
          Putting his arm around her, he rolled them both to the side and she gasped at the
pressure it put on her as his cock pulled to the side, still firmly buried twenty-five centimeters
in her derriere. She managed to bring her arms up so she would eventually be able to rise,
but she wasn't going anywhere for a bit between her being physically spent and his
considerable weight holding her down.
          He put his forearms on the floor outside her shoulders to take some of his weight, and
he felt her shake with another aftershock as his hips put pressure on her ass.
          Bringing his lips close to the exhausted blonde's ear, he told her quietly, “Just relax. I'll
take over from here.”
          And he started to move his hips as he fucked her ass.
          Tina's face was largely hidden under the curtain of her blonde hair sticking across her
face, her eyes shut, but she was still able to express herself by crying out at the sensation of
his still-stiff cock picking up where she left off. She was flat to the floor and she had nowhere
to move, making his thrusts all the more forceful. She had no cushion but her own flesh, and
her full breasts mashed harder into the floor of the ring with each stroke of his hips.
          And all she was able to do was lay there and fight to stay conscious.
          In spite of her loins aching the way they did and her ass making her cry out with each
thrust, Tina didn't cry “Quit”. While she didn't think she could possibly come again, she felt
the familiar sensation rising inside her with each push of Quinn's hips driving her front into the
mat. Her nipples were aching, too, from being so tight for so long, and they had nowhere to
go with the unyielding floor stopping them from standing tall as they wished.
          “Ahhhhhhh!” she cried out, her body rapidly regaining her lost cycle of sexual pleasure
and release. Just a few more strokes and she'd be pushed over the edge yet again.
She wasn't sure if she wanted that or not, but she suspected she didn't have much
choice in the matter.
          “One more, Tina,” he whispered in her ear. “One more with me this time.”
          And she felt him moving with more vigor, the head of his cock deep in her ass each
stroke, the flaring ridge running along the soft, warm insides of her anal canal, the skin of his
shaft pulling at her with each motion in and out... in and out...
          She heard his growl rising and knew he was almost there, and his thrusts were almost
savage, exactly as she needed them to be for what was about to happen.
          Quinn pulled both arms in tight to Tina, bringing himself into every bit of contact he
could manage, and she felt his teeth gently but firmly bite at the muscle that ran from her
shoulder to her neck as he gave a powerful groan as he stroked into her.
          She felt the way his cock moved on its own as it shot it's load of slick semen into her
ass, and it was the last straw.
          The shout of sheer release from her was wordless but unmistakable for all that, and as
he pumped his cum into her from the back, she jerked and ejaculated in the front. She felt the
hot liquid run along her skin and the floor, and Quinn's hips thrust yet again as he drove within
her and sprayed her insides with more of his spunk.
          Tina shouted again with the wave that raced through her and she shook with orgasm,
then repeated the same thing with what turned out to be his final stroke, his capacity to come
finally filled for the moment.
          “Thirty minutes!” Kasumi called out. “Tina, can you continue?”
          The question was so silly considering what they had just gone through that the blonde
Texan started to laugh, her breath fluttering the hair over her face some as she found the
whole situation ridiculous.
          After she had laughed for fifteen seconds or so, she managed to get out, “No, I think I'm
done now.”
          Quinn, whose face was still buried in the lovely wrestler's neck, said in a voice muffled
by her shoulder, “Yeah. I think that goes for me, too.”
          Moving like an eighty-year-old as he levered himself up and off of her, Quinn went into
extra-slow-motion as he slowly withdrew his flaccid member from Tina's slowly closing anus,
groaning along with Tina as he did.
          Resting on his side and leaning on his elbow, he smiled and reached out to slap Tina
on her excellent ass in a familiar manner.
          “So, how 'bout a date? I hear you can afford to buy.”
          Without moving, she was about to bring her hand up so she could flip him off, then she
thought about what they had just done together and reconsidered.
          Still without moving, from under her fringe of hair she asked, “Uh... how 'bout a rain
check?”

          The text read: “ARMSTRONG MANAGES DRAW WINS 500K.”
 
