Chapter 3 - On Dominance: Reiko Hinomoto


                                                    On Dominance
                                                        by Volpone

                                            Chapter 3: Reiko Hinomoto

          Surprisingly, Rainbow Mika was not only in her spot as observer the next day but looking
positively bubbly as she awaited the next round. When the others approached her to ask how she felt,
she smiled and replied, “I never had so much fun not winning before. Next time, I'll see if we can skip
the fight. Well... maybe not.”
          Today, it was Reiko who faced Quinn across the ring. She wore her traditional red “Zero” outfit
known to her fans with its bikini top, short shorts and matching gloves.
          “Begin!” called Mika.
          Again, the actual fight was uneventful. It was quickly clear to all three observers that Reiko
was over-matched in spite of his having fought just the day before and Reiko's martial arts background.
          He looked none the worse for wear, moving with the same incredible speed and confidence he'd
demonstrated against Mika. She never landed a blow that he didn't turn to his advantage, and every
time she attempted a grapple on him, she found herself reversed or thrown.
          The call of “Five minutes!” almost made her relieved.
          The feeling was short-lived.
          He didn't pull any of the same maneuvers he had on Mika the previous day. He invented new
ones.
          His first trick was after one of her attempted holds. She found herself lifted up shoulder high,
and as he dropped her, she steeled herself for the anticipated impact, but halfway down, she felt a heavy
tug that canceled half her momentum and she landed clumsily but with minimal damage.
          When she looked up, Quinn was standing casually ten feet away, the top to her outfit dangling
casually from one finger.
          “Lose something?” he asked. He said it mildly, as if inquiring about the weather rather than the
taunt it truly was.
          He tossed it out of the ring where it landed on one of the front row seats.
          It was an indication of how things were to go.
          Still, it wasn't in her nature to give up.
          At one point, she found herself lifted completely over his head face up at arm's length, one hand
at the back of her neck, the other somehow down her shorts. He held her like that as he bounced her
repeatedly, the fingers of his one hand firmly against her labia, basically masturbating her as he held
her in the air.
          Refusing to simply hang there in humiliation, she tried swinging her legs up over her head to
use her momentum and make him let her go. To her surprise, he didn't fight the move, and she flipped
back, ready to land on all fours facing him. What shocked her was when he followed her in her flip,
doing a no-hands cartwheel. She came down, expecting to be facing her opponent, but when they came
down, he was behind her, one hand around her chest and the other still down her shorts, only now two
of his fingers were inside her.
          She tried a number of things, all of which tired her out until she made a mistake and she was
suddenly without the bottom half of her outfit.
          She knew she was outmatched. He was just toying with her, but truly he hadn't really done
anything very violent except control the match completely.
          No sooner had she thought this than she found herself again off the ground, again held by neck
and crotch, but this time the two fingers inside her were joined by his thumb pressing firmly against her
anus, threatening to have him holding her like a bowling ball at any moment.
          This time, his grip was different enough that she knew if she tried the flip she had done earlier,
it would result in an incredible amount of pain when his fingers pulled loose from her vagina. So she
hung there as he held her overhead and finger-fucked her for almost fifteen seconds before she
managed to shift her weight and roll out of his grip without hurting her "equipment".
          "Ten minutes!”
          Where things went from there were for him increasingly fun and for her more humiliating but
also more sexually stimulating.
          He pinned her with her legs completely over her head, shoulders to the mat, his full weight
holding her there, using her own legs for leverage preventing her from escaping, just as he had Mika
the previous day. She could hold this position for thirty minutes and get a draw without his forcing her
to submit.
          Quinn then leaned forward and planted a kiss directly over her clit, flicking it several times with
his tongue before releasing her.
          Not long after that, he hooked her over the top rope and ran his now erect cock up and down the
crack of her backside, showing her how he could take her but chose not to... yet.
          “Fifteen minutes!...”
          Soon after the midway point, all pretense was gone, and so was the teasing. He had her pinned
in the center of the mat, but not on her back as before. Rather, he had her on her knees, her bare breasts
and side of her face pressed to the canvas, both hands locked behind her as he knelt on her calves and
fucked her deeply from behind. She came again and again as he held her helpless but joyful, his prick
rubbing beautifully at her g-spot.
          “Twenty minutes!...”
          Finally, she found herself hanging head down in the corner, her knees hooked over the top rope
and her boots hooked under the connector, and his erect cock brushing her lips as he knelt on the
canvas. She was too tired to fight, but surprisingly, not too tired to do what she had been wanting to do
since she had watched his match against Mika.
          As he slid a supporting hand behind her neck and the other between her thighs, she put her
hands on his hips and wrapped her lips around his wonderfully male cock.
          It wasn't the most comfortable way she'd ever given head, but it was probably the most exciting.
          He kept challenging her without words, pushing her to submit to his sexual demands. And she hung
there as she came again and again and tried to suck him off.
          At one point, she heard Christie's voice call, “Reiko? Are you okay?”
          Her enthusiastic “Uh-huh!” around a mouthful of Quinn's rod was answer enough.
          He looked up one moment to find all three observers standing just a few feet away, Mika with
her elbows actually resting on the canvas and a smile on her face as she leaned forwards, obviously
watching the action with relish.
          He kept an eye on the time, and just as Reiko heard the call of “Thirty minutes!”, she was
gulping the last of a very large amount of his semen.

          The observers were sensing a pattern... Text: “REIKO MANAGES DRAW WINS 500K”.


