Chapter 10 - On Conditioning: Chapter 10


                                                   On Conditioning

                                                       by Volpone

                                                  Grouping: Flatland
                                                   Continuum: Lilith
                                               Location: Chaos Arena

                                                        Chapter 10

          “No, I made her a promise, and it's important I keep my promises.”
          “As I understand, it wasn't so much a promise as a passing comment.”
          He stopped and turned to their newest recruit.
          “Semantics doesn't change the fact that if I begin playing favorites, everything that we're
working towards can collapse.”
          She smiled coquettishly.
          “Aren't you being a bit over-dramatic? I mean, it's just sex.”
          “If it's just sex, than why is it so important to you?”
          Bonita's reply died in her throat.
          Why was it so important to her that Quinn share his bed with her tonight and no other?
          While she was considering his query, he went on.
          “You're new to us, so I can't expect you to understand unless I explain it to you. We're more
than just the handful of individuals you see here. There are over a hundred of us, and you'll get to
know the rest soon enough, but for now you need to understand a couple of things. I honestly didn't
want to be leader, but everyone seems to look to me for direction, so it's important for me to look
impartial and to be as good as my word, even if it's just a word in passing.”
          He moved in close and trapped her against the wall, his hands above her so he could lean in
tight and crowd her without actually touching her. He was so close that when she breathed, her barely
concealed nipples just touched his chest.
          Then he went on in a quiet, conspiratorial tone.
          “Part of what I do is I help our people gain confidence in themselves. And if there's something
you have no need for, it's more self-confidence.”
          She might have blushed if she hadn't largely forgotten how.
          But now that she knew how fun Quinn was to fuck, she really didn't want to give up without a
fight. The twenty or thirty minutes in the arena hadn't exhausted her emotionally since he hadn't been
focused solely on her, so the bawdy, sexually-aggressive witch was far from ready to let him off the
hook yet.
          But he was going on now.
          “But Gemma doesn't have your self-confidence. She's new to being an important member of
any group and she's just as new as you are to this group... our group. I led her to believe she was going
to be sharing time with me tonight, and if I suddenly decide to sleep with you instead, what kind of
message does that send her?”
          He gave her just a moment to digest that before he went on. It was hard to explain how she'd
have no lack of suitors once they were out of here when “out of here” couldn't be revealed to her yet.
She was beautiful and powerful and had gifts that would likely be immensely important to Phoenix, but
she also struck him as fickle and not necessarily the most discrete individual. The trick was to
convince her without giving her information that could damage their purpose here if she should say
something without thinking of where they were.
          “Things won't always be like this,” he told her truthfully. “We're not arena fighters most of the
time. This is a way of us accomplishing something we need to do, so you don't need to push to make
sure you have my attention. Trust me, that's not something you'll ever need to worry about.
          “But look at Nova,” he told her, figuring the easiest way to get her to relax was to demonstrate
how other women in her position behaved. “She's very much in your situation. She's beautiful, smart,
over-sexed, and she has your kind of self-confidence, but you don't see her pushing to be the one in my
bed every night. Since we've been here, she's had one night alone with me. Half of the ladies who
came here with me haven't had any of my time since we've arrived, but they know that's a matter of
logistics rather than preference on my part.
          “So consider how it would look to Gemma. I tell her I want her in my bed tonight, and then she
watches me have sex with another woman in the arena, and when we get back home, I say to her, 'Oh,
I'm sorry, I've decided to sleep with the woman I had after you instead,' what message do you think that
will send to Gemma?”
          He put his face very near hers and told her, “You'll have your chance... plenty of times. Don't
worry.”
          And he kissed her, not in a way to say, “let's fuck”, but warmly in a way to tell her she was
desirable but he simply couldn't get involved at the moment.
          Then he was gone to track down the young shinobi who he'd made arrangements with earlier in
the arena.

          “When they announced you for the arena, we did a bit of scrambling, I can assure you,” he told
the lovely young woman, handing her a glass.
          She'd picked plum wine as it was easy for her to drink and not likely to make her drunk in front
of the man responsible for her being here. His own glass was a lovely crystal snifter containing a
couple of ounces of some rich deep amber liquor that smelled of oranges.
          He sat next to her on the bed and turned towards her, raising one bent leg from the floor in order
to sit facing her. They were both in residential informal attire which was in this case robes. Gemma
was having to adjust her thinking to being part of a group who had considerable money behind them.
They each had multiple outfits: arena uniforms, business clothes, practice outfits for working out,
formal evening attire, even these casual robes for bath and more intimate settings.
          She smiled and admitted, “Yes, Adamantina... is that right? She said she'd wanted to challenge
but you'd insisted.”
          “That wasn't a slight towards her ability to win,” he assured her. “That was simply because I
knew a bit about Bonita and thought I'd be in a better position to beat the both of you without having to
really hurt you. But the moment I heard you were going to be competing, I knew we needed to be able
to claim you for the team. I wasn't about to let Black keep you captive a moment longer.”
          She gave him a self-conscious smile and admitted, “The way you said it... when we had left the
stage... like I was your personal property. It made me wonder about what to expect.” She again looked
somewhat embarrassed as she said, “I though you were going to make me... do things. You said I'd
have 'plenty of work to do'.”
          He looked at her suggestively and asked, “Is that relief or disappointment I hear?” Then so
she'd know he was mostly teasing, he said more conversationally, “We have to present a certain
demeanor to the arena audience. They think of us as competitors who are able to beat Black's people,
so they expect us to be like Black and his team. They won't cheer for good guys to play by the rules
and treat the people we defeat with respect and dignity. So we all play a role out there, not for the
applause but because Black will only let us continue so long as his audience is happy and throwing
money around.
          “But I've been asked to play that demanding, dominant role in here occasionally,” he told her.
          Indeed, a couple of his co-wives and several of the zanni enjoyed it greatly when Quinn played dom,
letting them be his playthings, the situation beyond their control so they could relax and just react
without fear of judgment.
          He finished by saying, “Still, that's not the only person I am.”
          “Do you find it tiring?” she wondered aloud.
          “How so?”
          “Always being what others need you to be.”
          “No,” he told her honestly. “It's no more tiring than wearing a particular costume. Sometimes
the role I take on is a bit more...” He groped for a genteel way of putting it. “...energetic... than other
times, but I like being able to be what someone needs at times. It's not being anyone I'm not. It's just a
matter of thinking of myself in different terms.”
          “How odd,” she observed. “I'd find it terribly confusing, trying to be different people.”
          “Part of my job is basically being a professional actor.”
          “And how much of you here is the actor playing a role?”
          It was an astute question, but it was also one that told of insecurity.
          But he smiled and told her, “Wanting to be here with you is not an act. I turned down...
someone else earlier because I wanted to be here.” He refused to name Bonita as he felt it was
irrelevant and unfair. If Bonita blabbed, she couldn't complain about him being the one to reveal a
private conversation. Gemma simply needed to know he wanted to be here, which was absolutely true.
She was lovely and charming and smart and gentle... and quite honestly sexy as hell.
          “But you never did say if you intended me to do things,” she reminded him.
          He decided he needed to pin her down.
          “Did you want me to make you do things? I can certainly do that. I just want you to know
that's not the reason I wanted you here.”
          She was torn between what he might think of her and what was honest.
          So she went with honest.
          “It was kind of exciting thinking you wanted to make me do all kind of things.”
          He nodded, then reminded her, “Just so long as you know this isn't the only way things have to
be between us. Okay?”
          Playing the bad boy could get a bit old sometimes... but not always. He didn't think his first
time with Gemma would possibly be boring.
          “Okay,” she assured him. “So what...”
          She'd been about to ask what he expected of her, but he put a hand behind her neck and pulled
her to him, mashing her lips beneath his.
          Whatever she'd been expecting wasn't quite this good.
          That he could kiss her and still make her feel possessed was new and surprising and a little
frightening all at once, but it was incredibly sexy and that was what she wanted right now. She'd
always been more attracted to men who were intelligent, and in her experience most of them had been a
bit awkward sexually speaking and hesitant to be strong. She was a physical woman who trained to be
strong and tough and unafraid, so it was exciting to find a man who was obviously intelligent yet she
knew without doubt could make her do whatever he wanted if he chose to. He'd proved that just a
couple of hours ago.
          The recollection of what he'd done to her made her tremble, and combined with his demanding
kiss, she was ready to pick up right where they left off. Truly, if he'd told her to, she'd have willingly
gone down on him right there in the team box in front of all those onlookers. He made her feel more
sexy than any man ever had, and she wanted to show him how he made her feel.
          Her thinking of going down on him in public like that had her wet as a lake almost immediately,
and she couldn't help but start rocking slightly as it put a bit of pressure on her sensitive parts.
          He broke the kiss, pulled her face back from his by his grip on her hair, then brushed open her
robe with the other hand, pushing it back and off her so he could enjoy the sight of her. Her silky dark
hair (it truly was dark purple as he'd thought earlier) might have been short but was still amazing, and
her deep amethyst eyes were perfectly accented by her rich skin tone. She had that gorgeous multiethnic
look that only occurred with someone who shared more than one basic genetic background.
          Whatever the combination was made her even more fabulous than he'd been able to appreciate in the
arena. She wasn't wearing a spot of makeup, and yet she looked like she could be a model or
centerfold. Her body certainly led him towards the second option.
          Dropping into his role, he told her, “If you're so excited about my making you do things, how
about if I start you doing this?”
          And he opened his robe and led her to what he was referring to.
          Gemma couldn't help but smile. It was almost as if he were reading her mind.
          He wasn't. He was simply paying attention to her reactions, and the way her eyes darted to his
lap as she moistened her lips when she thought he was looking elsewhere didn't require a lot of
imagination to make the leap.
          Unlike the men of her previous experience, he directed her lower, having her start off with his
balls, and her tongue played around them happily until she opened her mouth wide enough so she could
take one into her lips and suck gently as she wrapped her tongue around it, washing the wrinkly skin as
she gave a moan of appreciation. Then he moved her up so she could lick and run her lips along the
swelling that ran up the front of his erection (called the raphe in technical terms), up to the crown, then
back and forth along the same path several times before he let her get high enough to take the glans in
her lips. She hummed a note of pleasure as she was finally able to actually suck him, and she began to
bob her head, groaning greedily as she did. That he was making her do this made it deliciously wicked,
and she wanted him to feel she was more than happy to be his toy in this manner.
          He let her do as she liked for a bit but kept his hand at the back of her neck to satisfy the
illusion of force. She made no moves to try to take him any deeper, and he wondered if this was
intentional or simply lack of experience on her part.
          He decided to give her that experience.
          He knew that to simply force a woman down on his cock was not likely going to make her want
to repeat the experience as he was a bit large to take the bend without making most women gag. He
also knew that it was a great way to make a woman feel she was being wicked and adventurous and
wanton and all those things “polite” society frowned on. It was also about as submissive as things got,
so he felt it might be something Gemma would like to try.
          Naturally he couldn't just ask her. That would spoil her moment fairly well.
          Instead, he pulled her back off his tool, stood beside the bed and moved her around until she
was looking up at him from her back, her head over the edge.
          Moving closer, he put a hand behind her head again and instructed, “Open.”
          She smiled and leaned back in compliance, swallowing in anticipation as she opened her lips
and awaited what he was going to do.
          He began by simply standing there so she could get used to sucking on him in this inverted
position. (He assumed she didn't have much experience at this kind of thing, but of course he could
have been mistaken. Still, she'd showed none of the usual tell-tale signs so far.)
          Once she was getting comfortable with him being overhead, he started to move his hips and
thrust into her mouth.
          Gemma gave a small “Mm!” of surprise but accepted this, her hands going to his hips.
          He removed one of her hands and leaned forwards a ways (careful not to lead with his hips
which might have been disastrous this early) and put her hand firmly on her own crotch, showing her
what he expected.
          “That's for you. Go on,” he instructed. “Get those fingers of yours working.”
          She'd had just one boyfriend who'd ever asked her to do this and he'd just wanted to watch her,
but Quinn obviously expected her to do this as he used her mouth.
          When she'd been hesitant with her boyfriend, with Quinn she was almost eager because she was
being made to do it.
          He went back to rocking his hips gently, not pushing much but letting her get used to him
getting to the back of her mouth without her gagging.
          The lovely dark face worshiping his cock moaned happily.
          The next step required a bit of assistance on his part.
          He bridged the circuit between his nervous system and hers and found the reflexive nerves he
was stimulating. She was salivating heavily, unsure if she were better off spitting it out or trying to
swallow, but that seemed a bit hazardous with him bumping at the back of her mouth with each thrust.
          He told her, “Just relax a moment and take a breath.”
          She knew where this had all been leading, so she felt a thrill at his words but was also terribly
nervous. What if it made her puke?
          That was what Quinn was attempting to avoid. He'd found that when the first experience at this
was good, the following ones were no trouble, but if a woman had tried before and had problems...
          He decided to err on the side of caution rather than his chosen role in this little play.
          “Okay, relax and just swallow. You'll want to panic at first. Just trust me.”
          He pushed himself deeper and mentally told her gag reflex to shut up (he basically just short-circuited
her body's defense mechanism against choking momentarily) and her throat to relax...
          And he felt the constriction as he entered her throat. He just went another couple of centimeters
before he said, “No problems... now back,” and he pulled out.
          She gave a small “ahem” kind of sound once he was clear, but other than that, it had gone
perfectly.
          “Ready for another try?”
          She cleared her throat again and then, holding him deeply in her mouth, nodded her head.
          He moved without coaching her this time, and he watched her reactions to what they were
doing. He was quite pleased to note her nipples were lovely and tight and high, and her fingers were
actually doing as he'd instructed, rubbing at her labia as she let herself be irrumated.
          This time as he shifted forwards, she stretched her throat slightly and got into a better position,
and he felt her swallow to take him deeper, but when he was about ready to retreat, her hand on his hip
pulled him forward some more as she swallowed yet again.
          And he was about as far down her lovely throat as he could go.
          When he withdrew, she gave a small cough but it was overcome by her rising moan. He could
hear the sounds her fingers were making as she pleased herself, and he chuckled.
          “You're a natural,” he told her.
          And that seemed to be what she wanted to hear because she gave a muffled cry and shook as
she enjoyed her first orgasm.
          “In more ways than one,” he added.
          Now that she was ready, he gave her her illusion in full and started to face-fuck her.
          Gemma squealed and shook as her climax climbed to another level.
          Definitely a natural.
          He tried not to do anything what would make her panic, but she seemed to be settled in easily,
and he was curious to see if her shinobi training carried over into her bedroom life.
          Indicating with his hand that she should be ready, he pushed forwards and slipped down her
greedy gullet balls-deep, then he pulled back just a couple of inches before pushing deep again, then
repeating it a third time before he withdrew and let her gasp for breath.
          Not only didn't she panic, but the gorgeous ninja shook hard and clearly rode her climax into
extra innings.
          Well, you little Linda Lovelace, you...
          Having satisfied his curiosity this way, he pulled himself from her mouth and climbed up on the
bed with her, pulling her down so her head wasn't hanging back so badly. Then he swung a leg over
her ribcage and settled himself down a bit so he could slide himself between her exceptional breasts.
          Gemma's eyes were coming back into focus, and she smiled as she realized what they were
moving on to. She gladly pressed herself in around him, always enjoying it when she performed
paizuri on a man. It let her gaze up at him, looking dominant like this, and gave her a clear feeling of
being there for his pleasure which ironically made her enjoy herself more.
          Fortunately for Quinn, being at the residence had a major advantage over being in the arena.
He reached over to the side stand and snagged a distinctive purplish tube and after placing it
over Gemma's cleavage, gave it a squeeze and a drizzle of lube dropped onto her.
          She chuckled and then purred, enjoying the sensation of his slick member subbing sensually
between her breasts. The lube had some kind of compound that seemed to make things feel better, but
she knew it might just be psychological.
          She always enjoyed the way men were so fascinated with her breasts, as if they were hypnotic,
having this incredible power all their own over half the human population. She'd also wondered what it
would be like to have a chest like Antares or Bellatrix or her former trainer, Vega... that kind of power
would have to be amazing.
          Still, it was clear Quinn had no problems with her slightly less exaggerated bust line. In fact, he
seemed to think she was quite enough. (He'd always been of the opinion that size was largely a matter
of advertising, though he had to admit to suffering from his “infantile bias”, but honestly, when was a
D-cup like Gemma insufficient?)
          He got a bit of lube up onto her nipples and enjoyed rolling them under his slick fingers, and
she gasped and wriggled as he did, the sensation of his toying with them back and forth and around
until they popped from between his fingertips was incredible. Then he got a better grip and lifted,
stretching them upwards as she gasped, pushing her over the border into pain but still making it so
exciting when he did.
          Before her captivity and conditioning, she'd enjoyed sex but never had the kind of experiences
she'd thought she should have. Sex was supposed to be this soul-shattering moment, and Gemma'd
always thought there was something wrong with her.
          Her conditioning had cured her of that delusion, so in that respect it had been a good thing.
True, she spent a lot more time masturbating than before which was inconvenient, but now that she'd
learned that sex could be how she'd always imagined, she couldn't see herself going back to the way
she was before. She'd want to die if that happened.
          Fortunately, Quinn seemed to behave as if her present state were perfect.
          She thought he was pretty damned close himself.
          And she started to come just from his fucking her cleavage and abusing her nipples this way.
          She didn't know that he still had a level to go.
          He shifted his grip and took hold of more of her nipple rather than just the point, pinching down
to trap most of her areolae between thumb and first knuckle of his index fingers, and hauled her breasts
together by them to make her tighter around him and he moved with more strength.
          Gemma's mouth dropped open and a high squeak tried to escape, and then her head went back
and she bucked several times as she came, milk squirting from both nipples and ejaculate squirting
across the covers from between her legs.
          He kept her held there like that until the orgasm had peaked and passed, and she lay back
panting loudly, her incredible eyes closed and an expression of relief on her face.
          “I never knew...” she admitted.
          “You've never been here,” he pointed out, meaning his bedroom.
          She couldn't fault his reasoning. It might have sounded slightly conceited from another man if
he were trying to compensate for something, but she knew firsthand that Quinn didn't need to
compensate for anything that she could tell.
          In that regard, he'd have been a bit intimidating if not for the fact that he was so completely
unimpressed with himself.
          But boy, he could sure play a role well, especially this one.
          He let her go and moved off of her, wiping her chest down with one of the fluffy towels he had
stacked in the lower part of his side stand. Once he had her relatively unslippery again, he tossed the
towel aside and gave her a swat on the hip.
          “Over,” he told her.
          She almost asked him what he intended, then realized she was the one who had asked for this
kind of treatment, so she had no right to expect him to answer her question or inform her of anything he
wanted from her.
          Obediently, she turned over and stayed up on her elbows.
          He gave her a mild swat on one buttock and corrected, “Wrong end up, sweet cheeks.”
          With some slight trepidation, she did as instructed, putting her head down to the bed and raising
her ass up high.
          “Much better,” he responded, and he knelt between her calves.
          She felt him at the opening of her very wet vagina, and he didn't really give her much chance to
brace or anything as he shoved himself inside.
          Her fingers clutched at the covers as she gave a gasp, unsure if she were in pain or about to
come again.
          He pulled back and thrust again, and her body decided for her.
          Gemma cried and bucked, amazed that he had her responding like this. Her eyes were wide and
staring ahead at nothing, shock registered clearly on her face, but it was the kind of shock she'd gladly
suffer for the result.
          And he began moving rhythmically, and the gorgeous cafe-au-lait female started to keen out,
the orgasm shaking her just rolling on and on.
          He kept her going, enjoying the way her wet, warm pussy caressed him with each push as she
continued to cry out in her shocked but joyous state.
          He kept his hips moving and reached around so he could find her clit and began rubbing.
          “Gahhh!” she screamed, and she squirted again, her entire body convulsing as she shook then
paused, shook them paused...
          The glazed look on her face was almost as good as her exquisite smile of pleasure, but he knew
both were from the same source.
          He did a quick systems check on her with his neural eavesdropping skill and found she was
enjoying herself incredibly but was tiring.
          Ladies and gentlemen, in the center ring...
          He withdrew from her, and she gave a moan that was part disappointment and part relief.
(Interesting that combination should arise yet again tonight.)
          He hit himself with another anointing of lube and followed it with a squeeze on the small button
of her anus. His fingers began to massage her, and she tensed for a moment, then began to relax a little
at a time.
          In thirty seconds, he was exploring inside her just a bit, his middle finger in her puckered south
portico up to the second knuckle. He stroked inside her gently, coaxing her to let go of her anxiety. As
she did, he let his ring finger join the first, and as she didn't tense up, he began stroking deeper and
rotating them some.
          When she began moaning at his ministrations, he knew she'd respond as he'd been hoping.
          He caught her biting on the blanket, and he knew she was as ready as he could get her.
          This time he didn't say anything, and when she felt him at the opening of her ass, she thought of
how he'd made her feel so far and trusted him, doing everything she could not to tense up.
          He began to push and Gemma blew out a breath at the stab of discomfort she knew was
supposed to come, but she was surprised when the pain was really not as bad as she'd feared. Oh, it
hurt, but it was the pain you felt coming up on an orgasm, not the kind you wanted to escape...
          Or was it?
          His acute hearing heard her whisper ever so softly, “oh fuck...”
          That being the response of about ninety percent of women in her position, he let her get used to
the sensation for a few moments before he pressed forward.
          The next whisper he heard encouraged him because it was an equally soft, “oh yeah...”
          And her breathing started to grow more rapid as he pushed himself deeper into her marvelous
brown derriere.
          And then he was inside her backside, buried to his balls and Gemma was panting and whining.
          So he started moving, and the lovely shinobi began to respond vocally to having her ass fucked
by someone who knew how to do it.
          Her moan started very quietly but started getting louder and higher with every stroke. Knowing
it had certainly helped just minutes before, he reached around once again and started rubbing at her clit
an a gentle circular manner.
          Her moan stopped being a moan as her mouth dropped open though her eyes were still tight
shut.
          Quinn slipped down her nerves to check on her, and sure enough, Gemma was already teetering
on the edge of a major orgasm, but she was holding out not to come yet, allowing the pressure to build
even more.
          Having done this particular trick himself but having the advantage of being Quickened, he was
duly impressed as the young shinobi stayed on the edge but didn't slip.
          He kept his hips moving, fanning the flames growing inside her, each thrust into her fantastic
ass rocking her a bit harder, the ring of her anus coaxing him along, and he could feel the slight flutter
of the walls of her rectum, the incredible tension within her growing unbearable.
          He doubted she would keep going after this one, so Quinn decided to make this one his as well.
          Easing off his climax suppression, he moved more forcefully, feeling how fast the release inside
him was rushing forth and hoping it would arrive at the right moment.
          Gemma's cry was almost at full volume now, a long continuous shout of wordless passion that
she had no control over.
          And the second his cock swelled and spat its sticky cargo into her eager ass, Gemma went to
full air raid siren mode and bucked so hard the entire bed moved, her bodily fluids going several
directions as she came. His orgasm was rather incredible as well, though perhaps not of the same
magnitude as hers.
          Just as they had both finished up, she went quiet and relaxed... and began to topple to the side.
          He grabbed her by the hips more securely and lowered her gently down to the side. His stiff
prick pulled from her over-used ass as she went, and he grabbed the towel he'd used earlier to put
underneath and partially over her ass since she was a bit of a mess (only partly through her own doing),
then he joined her on the bed and cradled her in his arms so she'd feel safe when she came back around.
          So... she's a screamer, a squirter, and a fainter. Kind of an odd sexual trifecta.
          There was a knock at his door and he lifted his head enough to answer.
          Bolt stuck her blonde head inside and asked with a smile, “Need help disposing of the body?”
          He chuckled and told her, “I don't think so... but she still isn't back among the living either.”
          “No, I'm okay,” responded the lady in question. She opened her eyes and went on, “I was just
taken by surprise.”
          “He does that at times,” Bolt said.
          “Don't tell her that. She'll think I can do it again,” he responded, and gave the cuddly shinobi a
warm hug, to which she snuggled back into his spoon tighter.
          Bolt seemed disinclined to leave and told Gemma, “Don't let him fool you, sweetheart. He's
good at most things, but he's just about unstoppable between the sheets. That's why I stuck my head
in... to see if you needed backup to handle him.”
          Quinn was surprised when he heard Gemma explain, “I spoke with Bolt earlier tonight. She
offered to help me settle in, and when I said you'd told me I had work to do tonight, she offered to still
help if I was open to it.” She rolled over to look at Quinn. “I'm afraid whatever they did to me makes
me a little demanding now.”
          He knew that was her way of saying they'd left her horny as hell. Quite honestly, she'd been
much more controlled than what had happened when he rescued Turquoise, another zanni... but that
was quite literally another story.
          She went on, “Before I'd never have considered it, but now... it sounded interesting. But I did
ask her to give me a little time with you alone first. I know you're the leader and all, but... is it okay?”
          “It's your call, Gem. If you'd like me to leave so you two can have some time, I won't be
offended a bit. I'll go ahead and sleep in Bolt's bed if she doesn't mind.”
          Bolt interrupted him. “No, Quinn, you misunderstood... I think. Is it okay if I join the two of
you?”
          Honestly, Quinn didn't do threesomes very often compared to many of women who shared his
bed. It had happened plenty of times, certainly, but not as often as might be assumed... maybe once a
month by his subjective calender. But he never suggested one. It was always the others who
approached him about them. He just tended to be a little square in his perception.
          “Gem's call,” he told them. “I'm just along for the ride.”
          Her response was, “Who wants the middle?” effectively putting an end to the question.
          Bolt closed the door behind her and said, “You know me, Quinn. I'm good wherever you want
to put me.”
          Indeed, Quinn did know she was good in most any position... missionary, cowgirl, on her knees,
on her head...
          He again deferred to their newest member.
          “Gemma?”
          She thought being in between Quinn and Bolt sounded incredible, but she didn't want to sound
demanding even if she was so inclined.
          “Maybe if we put Quinn on the inside we can handle him better,” she observed.
          Bolt dropped her robe on the chair near the bed, slid in behind him and said, “Quinn, I think
she's got your number.”
          “Which number? Sixty-nine?” he asked, going for the cheap laugh once again.
          The blonde at his back said, “I'm tempted to say 'No thanks, I already ate,' but that might stop
something fun from happening.”
          Quinn imitated a rim shot as if in a comedy club.
          Bolt leaned on Quinn to tell the darker woman, “If you want him to shut up, better give him
something to do with his mouth.”
          “You know me so well,” he responded.
          The next thing he knew, Gemma had taken his bad joke as a hint and had him on his back as she
assumed the classic position, already wrapping her lips around his cock in an attempt to get the action
moving once again.
          This meant Quinn had a lovely, perfectly smooth brown pussy staring him in the face.
          He knew what to do with that.
          Gemma felt Quinn begin to kiss and lick at her, and she gave a profound moan around his cock.
          With someone other than Bolt, he might have felt a sixty-nine turned a third person into a third
wheel, but he was confident she wasn't so shy she couldn't find a way to manage.
          Sure enough, in just a few moment, she felt Gem shift slightly, and then there were two sets of
lips at work on him.
          Clearly Gemma was not going to have troubles adjusting to her new society in some terms.
          Quinn began targeting Gem's pearl a bit more and she got quite vocal until she realized what
she was doing and quieted down again. That didn't stop her from having a nice climax, this time
without notifying the neighbors.
          Since Quinn was concentrating on Gemma and Gemma was concentrating on Quinn, that left
no one concentrating on Bolt. Quinn solved this by occasionally reaching out with one hand and
touching her long enough to use his neural induction to give her a spontaneous orgasm.
          At the third one, the blonde sat up and said, “Will you stop making me come like that?”
          Quinn stopped tonguing his target long enough to say, “I believe you have just said something
no one has ever said in the history of the universe, Bolt.”
          “Do it again and I'll see if I can lift you off the bed by your dick,” she warned him humorously,
then leaned back down to suck on one of his testicles since his interruption had allowed Gemma to take
sole possession of the only penis in the bed.
          Things went this way for several minutes until Bolt took control long enough to put Gemma
reclining so she (Bolt) could pick up where Quinn had left off munching her (Gemma's) muff and
Quinn was kneeling behind Bolt's raised ass and rocking the blonde soundly with each thrust into her
pussy.
          Gemma was surprised to discover Quinn and Bolt were quite different in how they performed
cunnilingus. Exactly how they differed she'd have been hard pressed to say since the mechanics were
largely similar, but she'd never mistake one for the other, and it was more than just by Quinn's facial
hair. And neither was better than the other, but still, there was a difference. Perhaps it just came down
to Bolt having the advantage of knowing how the female body and psyche responded instinctively (as a
female herself) while Quinn was more emotionally driven to help his partners enjoy themselves.
          Whatever the reason, their new recruit was the first to arrive at her golden moment again, her
fingers wrapped into Bolt's blonde hair as she hunched and came at the attentions of the woman who
rescued her friend Chara.
          Quinn was more than a little pleased to see Gemma enjoying herself so much. He wanted their
new members to feel part of their family, and in his observation, sex was a fairly universal method of
feeling you belong. Emotions were always a bit slippery because they weren't logical and were so
subjective and (unfortunately) subject to interpretation and personal history, but a few really amazing
orgasms were hard to argue with, no matter the universe.
          Fortunately for Bolt, Quinn was now concentrating on her, and when Quinn had your attention,
good things happened. She was appreciating those good things with each thrust of his hips. The way
he managed to find the best angle every time... the strength of his stroke... the way he used his hands or
simply held on to your hips...
          As she was appreciating Quinn's performance, he was doing the same with the blonde super.
          She was a magnificent woman, her physical form perfect, her curves lovely and incredibly
feminine for a person of such strength. She was toned but not cut, even to having that very slight
female tendency in the lower torso that made women with zero-percent body fat less attractive to his
eye. She looked all the world like she'd stepped out of a centerfold shot, all blonde and hourglass
figure, lovely face and blue eyes that drew you close without a word, legs that made a man imagine
them wrapped around his waist... or holding her in the position she was in with her delectable derriere
under his hands.
          She was moaning along with Gemma now, and when he checked inside her mind, he found her
actually trying to hold off her climax, to allow it to build higher before releasing it, exactly as Gemma
had been doing earlier.
          If it's higher she wants...
          He leaned forward and got a hand on each of her incredible breasts and took hold firmly so he
could use them to pull her back to him more forcefully, all the while giving her pleasure center some
steadily building pressure while helping her hold off her climax until he had her whimpering loudly, her
voice muffled by it being so firmly entrenched between Gemma's sleek thighs.
          He began squeezing her chest, using more tension than he'd ever dare to use on Gemma or any
other unenhanced woman but knowing the extra strength he used would just serve to make Bolt enjoy it
all the more.
          Her vocal response told him she was ready at any moment, so he let go of the block he was
helping her hold and gave her a heavy push... a good nine on a scale of ten, not wanting to make her
pass out but hoping she'd get pretty damned close.
          As he did, he tried the same trick he'd used in the arena with Bonita, short-circuiting his own
body's physical orgasm process while letting him enjoy Bolt's as if it were his own.
          Her cunt grabbed him and clamped down firmly as she thrashed in climax, and their world's
shook, him feeling her body's reaction, and he was astounded by the strength of her sexual release. It
was amazing, her physical condition actually somehow making her orgasm more than what most
women experienced. He felt the way her Skene's (basically the female analog of a man's prostate)
suddenly squeezed, making her squirt and soar at the same moment, and it was like watching himself in
a mirror, feeling it within while seeing it from outside.
          Her orgasm seemed to either excite Gemma more or actually made Bolt do something that
drove the shinobi over the edge because the lovely dark-skinned woman gasped, her face a mask of
intensity as she joined the lovely blonde pleasing her, her fingers grabbing her by the hair and holding
on for dear life as she trembled and came.
          Quinn was glad he'd actually slapped the interrupt on his orgasm capability or else he'd have
certainly lost it totally, between seeing Gemma transported in ecstasy that way while feeling Bolt's
indescribably climax, he'd have certainly lost it and blown his wad deep inside her.
          He tried to throttle back some to avoid pushing the blonde too far. He wasn't certain if she
could pass out or not, but he knew Gemma would certainly appreciate it if her playmate didn't suddenly
check out and leave her to her own devices.
          What she did surprised him some. As soon as she stopped shaking, the blonde super was
shifting again, grabbing the familiar tube she'd seen by the bedside, and she deftly applied a nice layer
over Quinn's quivering erection.
          “Time to show the new girl what you can do, Q...” she told him, and she put him back with his
legs folded under him in a kneeling position, his cock standing proudly at about ten o-clock from his
lap, and she faced the same direction, straddling his legs, her knees aligned just slightly ahead of his as
she settled back, and she put him at the tight hole she wanted serviced and eased back with a deep,
moving moan.
          “I want what she had earlier,” she informed him.
          By now, Gemma was watching them with interest. She'd never seen a woman take a man this
way. She'd experienced what it felt like to have Quinn take her in anal, and it was the most profound
orgasm she'd ever known, but to watch another woman put him in place and then fuck him herself,
fully in control and clearly enjoying it every bit as much as Gemma had herself, it made her look at
Bolt with a new appreciation.
          Not wanting Gemma to be excluded, when the blonde saw the younger woman looking at them,
she held out her hands to her, and she gathered her in to give her a passionate kiss.
          Knowing what Bolt was doing as she kissed her made Gemma incredibly excited, and suddenly
she was shaking and having an orgasm just by the way she was being kissed by such a sexy, desirable
woman.
          And Gemma suddenly discovered what so many ladies in Phoenix had learned... that when a
good man is hard to find, then a good woman can be a pretty dandy substitute.
          Then the young ninja had her hands on Bolt, first on her breasts, then one hand on her chest as
the other slipped between her legs and tried to bring her greater pleasure.
          Just a moment later, Gemma realized she was feeling so amazing because there were not just
two but four hands on her, Quinn actually seeing to both of them at once, his hard cock up Bolt's
incredible ass as he hands caressed and explored Gemma, tweaking a nipple as he enjoyed the feeling
of her young, full breast, his other hand squeezing her ass, his fingers exploring and probing around her
anus which was still sensitive from his using her earlier.
          Gemma found herself wanting to do something more active. Hands were well and good, but
she wanted to repay Bolt for the way she'd opened her eyes.
          She scooted back mostly out of Quinn's reach and bent down low, and she tried to zero in on
Bolt's moving target.
          After a couple of attempts, she discovered the easiest way was to let Bolt come to her, and she
held herself in a spot so each time the blonde raised herself up it would bring her smooth mound up to
Gemma's waiting mouth, giving her a chance to lick or nip before she retreated and slid Quinn deeply
up her rear entrance once again.
          This seemed to be more than fine to Bolt as she shifted her hands to help Gemma out with her
aim, and in a couple of moments, she had the shinobi moving in synch with her, her lovely lips
following her with almost perfect precision.
          And Bolt started to tremble all over, making Quinn take a peek at her trigger level, and she was
very close to a rather big one, quite likely giving Gemma an unexpected shower in the process.
          Deciding that it might be embarrassing to their new recruit to be the recipient of a face-full of
Bolt's ejaculate, Quinn reached around and got Gemma to give up her spot for a moment so he could
use his hands on Bolt a moment.
          “Let me try this,” he asked her, and he got one hand on Bolt's chest and the other between her
legs, his fingers curling up and inside her, using his hold on her to pull the blonde back to him more
strongly.Sure enough, Bolt's head went back onto Quinn's shoulder, her eyes closed and her mouth open.
          Gemma looked up at the two wonderful people sharing themselves with her, and she knew what
she wanted to do.
          Both was just about to tip over the brink when she felt Gemma's sensuous mouth against hers,
and the young shinobi did the one thing a man in Quinn's position was unable to do, and that was kiss a
woman as she deserved.
          From her reaction, it was the perfect way to set her off because Bolt grabbed Gemma's face and
kissed her back passionately as her climax arrived, and she cried out into Gemma's mouth as she
bucked and came, squirting hard so that she soaked Quinn's hand and everything else near it.
          And just as had happened earlier, Gemma joined her in orgasm, and even though the shinobi-intraining
didn't spray, she clearly enjoyed the kiss as much as anyone he'd ever seen.
          Bolt stayed suspended between them like that, shaking hard as Quinn continued to plunder her
ass even when her own muscles refused to keep moving... shaking hard as his hands possessed her,
mauling her breast and stroking into her core to stretch her pleasure out even more... shaking hard as
Gemma's tongue dueled sensually with hers and her lips caressed her in an amazing kiss...
          He'd wondered earlier if Bolt could actually black out from climaxing hard enough.
          Now's the time to find out.
          And he gave the exquisite super a jolt to her pleasure center as strong as he felt was safe.
          Incredibly, she screamed into Gemma's mouth even stronger and Quinn felt her ass constrict
hard around him as she gave a spasm and squirted again even harder than before, guaranteeing a need
for new bedding before anyone except fish would be sleeping in his bed.
          She stayed suspended like that, shaking all over uncontrollably, and Quinn didn't even realize
when he passed out.
          Gemma knew faster than he did because she felt Bolt stop kissing her back, and she was
moving to help lay her down on the wet covers, moving for a towel to help make her comfortable,
wiping her down...
          She was behaving just as Quinn had behaved for her less than an hour ago.
          And Quinn watched her, realizing that while he'd brought them all here to rescue Antares and
Vega first and all others purely secondary, Gemma was a woman who would contribute more to
Phoenix's soul.
          He looked at the lovely newcomer and wondered, Could she have the All-love?
          As if she heard him thinking, the fabulous amethyst eyes looked up at him and smiled, and
careful not to bump the woman she'd been tending, she threw her arms around him, kissing him with
every bit as much passion as she'd shown Bolt just moments before.
          When she broke the kiss and pulled back, he looked at her and was amazed to see tears welling
in her smiling eyes.
          But at that moment, Bolt stirred and muttered, “Someone get the license plate?”
          Settling down next to her on the opposite side from Gemma, he joked, “I don't think it's
registered,” and he winked at the young woman who he'd caught in such a vulnerable state.
          Bolt began to sit up and asked, “Did I say I wanted what she got? That was pretty damned
dumb. Whew...”
          “I'll take it easy next time,” he said, and Gemma caught another glimpse of Quinn's joker
peeking out from his eyes.
          “The hell you will,” she warned him.
          He wasn't sure if it was a threat saying he'd better or a threat he'd better not.

