Chapter 14 - On Dominance: Ayane


                                                    On Dominance

                                                        by Volpone

                                                  Grouping: Flatland
                                         Continuum: Hentai Crossover
                           Location: a sports arena closed for renovations

                                                 Chapter 14: Ayane

          When Quinn got to the arena, he was surprised. Usually he found his opponent either
trying to look confident or trying to play some kind of head game with him, but not this time.
          Ayane was already in the ring, and was going through a vigorous kata when he
entered about five minutes before the round was due to begin. From the look of it, he
guessed she'd been at it for a bit before he'd gotten here, and her concentration and focus
showed she was taking the match very seriously. With some of the others, he'd been more
an object of curiosity or someone to flirt with, but none of them had come in knowing how
formidable he truly was. Considering his fight record so far, she was smart to do so.
          He took a brief moment to enjoy how she looked. She was certainly cute... perhaps
pretty was a better term, but not as beautiful as Kasumi, and that made him stop for a
moment. With their family resemblance, they looked quite similar and he was curious to try to
figure out why he saw Kasumi as the more attractive of the two. It might have been Ayane's
short haircut as Quinn was admittedly a fan of long hair, and while her hair was purple, it
wasn't shade that he found tremendously striking or dramatic. She was certainly nicely built,
almost identically curvy as her half-sister which was very much to Quinn's liking, so that
wasn't a factor. Any time you put a thirty-seven inch bust on a female who was just five-foottwo-
inches, she was going to be impressive, and Ayane more than qualified. But perhaps he
found her red irises the wrong shade, a bit too angry looking to give her the softness he
enjoyed in a woman's looks. Whatever it was, she was certainly attractive but not the kind
that made him want to drool.
          Coming back to business, he anticipated this as one of his two toughest matches.
Ayane was probably Kasumi's equal in abilities, but Kasumi had been predisposed to Quinn's
winning or at least tying her to allow the full erotic combat she'd watched in his match against
Rainbow Mika. He had no doubt Kasumi was far more capable than she'd demonstrated, but
Ayane had no such predisposition. She knew who he'd beaten and that he'd tied Kasumi. He
didn't anticipate her taking it easy on him.
          The outfit she was wearing was probably his biggest clue. She was dressed in her
classic purple tunic & miniskirt combo with headband, long fingerless gloves, thigh-high
purple stockings and boots. Kasumi had also work her classic outfit, but she had chosen to
leave off the briefs she normally wore underneath the outfit, showing him what she'd been
ready for. From what he'd seen, Ayane was not giving him any such signals.
          He entered the ring and waited. She was treating the match seriously, so he wouldn't
discourage her.
          At the proper time, Kasumi asked, “Are the fighters ready?”
          Ayane fell into her ready position, and Quinn gave her a polite bow before doing the
same.
          “Begin!”
          She didn't disappoint him. Ayane immediately took the fight to him, trying a couple of
sweeps, a high spinning kick, and finally she tried to get him into one of her high leg-lock
throws, but she found her sweeps were either short or he went over them by a couple of
inches, her high kick was blocked with his forearm, and when she tried to set him up for her
leg-lock throw he refused to stay still long enough for her to flip into position and catch him.
          He was fast and light on his feet for a man his size. His block had been painfully solid, and
she couldn't hear his footfalls when he moved. In the dark, he'd be very formidable.
When she tried her next sweep, he spun in and caught her in a counter-sweep,
connecting with the ankle she was braced on and taking it out from under her. It was a
minimal hit, but it showed he knew how to use his range to his advantage.
          His eye was exceptionally good, and he constantly moved to keep himself at the edge
of his own range but just a couple of inches beyond hers.
          While she could tell he was taking the match as seriously as she was, he was smiling
broadly just a minute into the round. She also found herself growing more excited as the
match went on. He was a challenging opponent. Usually she'd landed at least a couple of
shots by this point, but he seemed to be every bit as fast as she was and wary enough not to
give her a real opportunity to take advantage of.
          Then he surprised her by suddenly shifting onto the offensive and she was the one
blocking as fast as she could, barely keeping him from scoring several hard hits, and her
counters were stopped and countered in return.
          It was more challenging and more fun than she recalled in a long time.
          Then after an extended series of close calls, she went to spin away from him to get
beyond range and she felt him miss his grab for her arm, and there was a tug as she came
back to face him.
          Suddenly she found her tunic wanting to fall off her and she realized he held the sash
she'd been wearing around her waist in one hand. She knew she had double-tied that, so he
had somehow gotten close and then distracted her enough to get the first part loose which
impressed her more than she wanted to admit. It also demonstrated he had been inside her
range and had taken the opportunity to work on her sash rather than score a hit which
concerned her. He shouldn't have been able to do that.
          He gave her about ten seconds to try several ways to get her outfit to stay in place, but
she finally realized she could worry about her outfit or she could fight, but not both.
          She actually gave him a smile and a nod as if conceding a point, then shrugged and
stepped out of her tunic-miniskirt and hung it over the top rope in the corner near her before
turning back to him dressed in only her brief bottoms, headband, gloves and legware. She
then fell back into her en guard position and waited his next move.
          His next move was to revise his mistake about her not being the kind to make him
drool. While dressed in silk she might have been pretty, in just skin she was considerably
more attractive. He also knew why she wore an outfit without straps... her chest needed no
support from them. Her breasts were very full and stood out proudly with just enough give to
show they were genuine and not the result of an incredibly skilled plastic surgeon, her deeper
tinted rosy tips standing high the only outward indication of her sexual excitement. It just
showed how an attractive wrapping could sometimes do the package a mis-service.
          Of course Quinn's sensitive nose told him their match was getting to her as well, and
he felt himself stir as well.
          She didn't give him long enough to admire because just them Kasumi called, “Five
minutes!” and almost at the same instant Ayane was again spinning in to try to score a hit.
          They traded a flurry of strikes and close kicks that were all blocked or near misses
before she backed away and discovered just how fast and sneaky he was when she
discovered one end of her sash was now around her wrist and the other was around Quinn's
hand, fastening them together with about five feet of silk between them.
          She was about to try to loosen the sash and escape when he yanked and she had to
worry about defending rather than untying. She also couldn't get too far from him since now
he could reel her back in with his greater weight. He also pulled a sneaky move by pulling
back with the sash and putting out his foot in a kind of stop-thrust so she hit the foot rather
than him kicking her. She didn't know if it was his timing was off or he truly didn't want to hurt
her.
          Moments later she found her reactions played her false yet again. She saw what she
thought was an opening and she spun around to try a kick only to discover she'd wound
herself in a half-turn of the sash so when she attempted to bring her arm up to block his hand,
he yanked and her hand was pulled back to her.
          She expected to feel the impact of a hit, but instead she felt him tweak her left nipple
before he moved back. Again she automatically tried to use the hand that was closer to strike
but that was the one he had tied up with the sash.
          She gave a grunt of frustration and tried to do a simple side-foot kick to get herself
enough time to unwind herself from the sash. Then she discovered her error when the sash
ended up under the leg she'd kicked with, and with a pull he had her left hand at her right hip
and her sash around behind her and between her legs, drawn up and putting a lot of pressure
on her crotch while her arm was pulled tight across her boob.
          It also reminded her of how her body was clamoring for her attention at the moment,
the tension he was putting on the sash rubbing firmly against her labia with only a thin layer of
fabric between them, her upper arm squeezing her damned fat boob! It was at times like this
she wished she was a lot less endowed in the chest area.
          Then she discovered what might be the worst part of her predicament... that she
couldn't turn any other direction without tangling herself worse in the sash. If she turned left,
it would wrap the sash around her other hip, and if she pivoted right, it would put a complete
loop around her right thigh and basically lock her wrist to the opposite hip with the knot
against her skin where she couldn't get at it without plenty of leisure time to undo it.
          She briefly considered trying to do a back-flip out of it but realized that anything he did
on his end of the sash would ruin the attempt, leaving her virtually helpless and no longer
standing.
          Deciding to try for a high kick which might hopefully get her leg up far enough to go
back over the sash, she shifted her weight onto her back leg to start the move and he lifted
the sash high and back while blocking her rising leg with his other forearm, and the sash
ended up not under her crotch but under her raised knee leaving her on one foot and off
balance. She barely had time to realize what she'd done to herself when he swept her back
foot and she hit the canvas. Without the ability to control her fall, she hit harder than she
normally would and saw stars for a moment.
          She tried to roll away but felt herself being moved, and when she tried to struggle her
world exploded in a wonderful orgasm. It was completely unexpected. She'd been aware of
her being rather excited but nowhere near that level.
          Of course Quinn had taken advantage of the moment to maintain skin contact long
enough to “cheat” and use his neural induction to find her pleasure nexus and trigger the
orgasm. He'd yet to find a woman who wasn't distracted by a healthy climax and Ayane was
no exception.
          When she realized what was happening, she heard Kasumi calling out, “Ayane... can
you continue?”
          She wasn't unconscious, just a bit stunned so she naturally responded, “Yes...”
          Then she tried to get up and found it wasn't as easy as she'd expected. He'd taken
advantage of her momentary helplessness and now she realized both wrists were secured
and the sash had been passed completely around herself. Not only that, he'd pulled her
headband down so it was now acting as a blindfold. There was no way to get her hands up to
move it so she could see again, no way to get her hands together to untie herself, or enough
slack to get the sash down under her legs. She certainly couldn't bring her hands up with her
chest needing another foot or more of sash to pass over them.
          She was stuck and blind.
          It took her another moment to realize just how stuck. In this position, her upper arms
were squeezing both boobs together and up dramatically, her arms were useless, and it felt
like she no longer was wearing anything covering her crotch. This became clear when she
felt his hand rubbing over her bare labia, and she was mortified to realize he could tell just
how wet she was.
          She also realized how much her body was reacting to his touch. Where had that
damned orgasm come from?
          Her mind might be thinking “damned orgasm” but her body was clearly hoping for
another, and as she felt his fingers slip inside her, she found herself at war with herself over if
she wanted it to stop or go on.
          Then his fingers began to masturbate her and she found herself clenching around him,
both trying to squeeze him out and making the sensation stronger at the same time.
          No, dammit! She wasn't going to let him do this to her!
          She thought she'd roll away, but she got only part-way through her roll with herself face
down when he stopped her and she found herself laying face-down against the canvas.
          He took her by the hips and drew her up until her knees were under her, her face and
compressed breasts against the floor and her ass was up high. His fingers were again
rubbing inside her insistently, but now he was kneeling behind her so her lower legs were
trapped by his and she couldn't bring her knees together to protect herself.
          Then he found the right spot and his fingertips began rubbing firmly, making her gasp
and twitch as he drove her mercilessly towards her next orgasm.
          It didn't take long before she was crying out and hunching hard as his fingers forced
her to come, her body shaking all over as he made her his finger puppet, moving inside her
and making her dance and cry out to his motions.
          Then she felt the tension inside her building and she knew was was going to happen.
She'd done this to herself in private but never with a lover and certainly never in front of
onlookers, but she felt the growing stress like a tiny balloon expanding in her loins as his
fingertips rubbed her trigger point, then just as she felt the tension snap, he removed his
fingers and rubbed them back and forth over her hood and labia as she squirted, her juices
running down the back and insides of her bare thighs as he coaxed her to keep going with
those damned embarrassing fingers of his.
          Then she was even more horrified to hear the three women outside the ring cheer and
applaud, the observers clearly observing her ejaculation and letting her know then had.
          “Stop!” she told him.
          Amazingly, he did.
          He sounded honestly surprised as he said, “Are you submitting? Is that all? I admit,
I'm a bit disappointed. I thought you'd do at least as well as Kasumi.”
          She couldn't hear the conspiratorial wink he gave the woman observing them.
          There was silence for a couple of moments, and he asked again, “Are you submitting?”
          Just at that moment, Kasumi gave the time call, “Fifteen minutes!”
          Fifteen minutes! That was half the time her sister had managed.
          “No, I'm not submitting,” she said defiantly, and started to struggle yet again.
          Sometimes sibling rivalry was a wonderful thing, especially when you were using it to
get a sexy shinobi like Ayane not to quit on you when you had her helpless.
          Rainbow Mika confirmed from outside the ring, “We heard her.”
          “I'm glad,” he told her, and then she felt his fingers back working her towards yet
another climax.
          Ayane gave a grunt of frustration followed by an involuntary gasp when he hit the
perfect spot with his fingertip and her body twitched in response.
          “I guess you're ready,” he said, and she felt his fingers retreat, and then they were back
but sensually circling her exposed anus.
          She wanted to move away but she felt him holding onto the sash where it crossed the
small of her back, preventing her from moving forward (though that would also mean sanding
the side of her face, her shoulders and both squished breasts against the canvas of the ring if
she did scoot away from him).
          Then she forgot about his fingers as she felt the head of his thick cock press between
her labia and several inches inside her soaked pussy. She tried to squeeze him out but that
just made it feel that much better to her and she gave a moan of frustration that could have
been mistaken for pleasure even by Ayane.
          He took advantage of her distraction and his middle finger slid into her asshole and fell
into counter-time with his hips... cock, finger, cock, finger, back and forth as she whimpered
and started to lose all thought of escaping.
          She gave another whimper and tried to squeeze him out (it might have been that) but
he pushed deeper inside her and she gave a shocked gasp as the flaring ridge around the
glans rubbed firmly against her sensitive g-spot, and she almost lost it.
          Then a second finger that was slick from her own juices joined his middle finger and
her ass cried out in pain and incredible pleasure.
          He was still using that counter-time, but now two fingers were stretching her asshole
out and each stroke of his cock ran right across the spot his fingers had been working the last
time she...
          Squirted!
          Ayane cried out and bucked as she came again, more of her ejaculate running down
her thighs and spattering onto the canvas beneath them, and there were more cheers from
the women watching.
          She was breathing raggedly, and she realized she couldn't feel her fingers any more
except for the intense tingling brought on by the way her sash cut down on the blood flowing
to them and her own hyperventilation.
          Quinn was quite pleased by how she was reacting. Both of the times she'd ejaculated
had been nothing but her body's genuine reaction with no help from his nerve Talent
whatever... and quite honestly, she was a wonderful fuck. Her body couldn't help but respond
by squeezing him each time he slid in deep, trying to coax him into coming along with her.
Even when she fought the reaction she couldn't stop herself from giving her partner pleasure
and enjoying herself all the more in spite of her protests.
          He wondered what her reaction would be if he were to untie her at this point? Would
she actually try to fight him off, or would she instead throw herself fully into fucking him for
everything she was worth?
          Nah! he thought. Why risk it? It would only embarrass her to make a useless point.
          His hips began moving with more force, and he added a third finger to her grasping
anus. He wanted her to come hard enough to leave her compliant for a few moments if he
were to pull off his next move.
          She got there just as the call of “Twenty minutes!” rang out, and she couldn't suppress
the way her body reacted. She was whimpering loudly as the moment arrived, unable to hide
her body's betrayal.
          “IiiiiiiIIIIII!” she cried, almost accidentally screaming what she really wanted to shout
(“ITAI!”), but she retained just enough control of her voice if not of her climax. She jerked
hard enough to bang her face and chest into the floor as she bounced and cried and
ejaculated all at once, and she almost passed out.
          She might have had troubles responding if at that moment Kasumi had asked her if
she could continue, but her half-sister kindly chose to not say anything since Ayane was still
awake.
          The moment he felt her relax, Quinn withdrew and picking her up in his arms, he
moved the few steps to the nearest corner. He lifted his purple-haired playmate up until he
got her knees hooked over the top rope, one on each side of the turnbuckle to keep her legs
spread wide, and he began to lower her down slowly to keep her in position.
          If she had been fully alert, she might have fought what he was doing, but truthfully
Ayane was still recovering from the spasms that had shaken her, and she would have been
hard pressed to fight off a butterfly at the moment. When she felt the slick head of his cock
against her again, she thought of trying to fight but she couldn't summon the will at that point,
and it was honestly the best fuck she'd had in... well, ever. She'd come with most of her
partners, but not like this. She'd never squirted even once, partly out of embarrassment but
he'd forced her to do so three times already, and she knew that if he continued, she wouldn't
be able to stop it from happening again.
          The match was forgotten. Now it was just a contest of wills to see if she could hold out
or if he could make her beg him to stop before time ran out.
          Quinn truly hoped she'd hold out the full time, especially now.
          And as he lowered her down, she felt the head of his cock pressing harder and harder
against her back entrance, and then she gave a cry of pain and triumph as he penetrated her
sensitive anus.
          “Here we go,” he told her softly as he lowered her and he felt the incredible ring of her
ass squeeze him tightly as he slid her down further and further.
          She hit bottom and the moment she did, her head came back and her back arched
away from him, stretching her like a bow being drawn and quivering with the same tension.
          He knew what was happening and he held her up with one hand as the other found its way
between her thighs. He ran his fingers back and forth across her lips to add to her stimulation
and was rewarded by her cry and spasm as she squirted yet again, but he got his hand out of
the way and she nearly reached the front row of seats.
          “Holy crap!” said Mika, impressed that she could still squirt that far when she'd already
had three very wet orgasms already.
          He put his arms around her and while his arms supported the weight not held by her
knees over the corner ropes, he moved his hips, stroking his thick tool into her trembling
asshole and making her gasp or whimper depending on how she felt at that second. As he
did, his hands came up and finally got a chance to explore what Ayane's marvelous (and
compressed) breasts were like.
          Quinn was enjoying the sensation of her puckered hole tight around his cock as he
stroked deep inside her and made her squirm, the walls of her rectum quivering at the assault
on her (pun unintentional but appropriate), but he had to be equally impressed by her
incredible breasts. She was busty and of course, being squeezed in like this by her upper
arms, very firm, but she also seemed tremendously sensitive as the moment he found her
nipple he discovered they were incredibly tight, standing tall like a pair of gumdrops and about
the same firmness. But the thing that he was both surprised and pleased by was how she
reacted at his touch. He barely touched them and she gave a loud exclamation and
squirmed, writhing on his cock and making herself come in spite of every intention to hold out.
          What is it they say about suppressed laughter being the easiest to get? he wondered.
Maybe suppressed orgasms are the same way.
          It certainly seemed that way because the moment he had her by both nipples and gave
her a squeeze, lifting to give her a bit more stimulation, she gave a loud exclamation and
jerked violently, her orgasm peaking yet again though without the shower scene from earlier.
Ironically, jerking as she did drove her down onto his cock harder... which might have been
accidental... maybe.
          With a grip on her rosy breast decorations and his hips driving his cock balls-deep into
her quivering rectum, she hung there and sobbed at the pain of having her ass fucked this
way and wanted it never to stop.
          Quinn realized the reason her nipples must be so sensitive was because of the way
her arms were squeezing them and had been for almost fifteen minutes. He knew how plenty
of women enjoyed a bit of constriction around the chest during sex and clearly Ayane was
right towards the top of that list. That her nipples were reacting this way just seemed to
confirm the fact, and he wasn't about to complain. He had long ago owned up to his “infantile
bias” for boobs, but a fine pair of nipples were just as important to him. That Ayane had both
and enjoyed having them abused a bit made it that much more enjoyable for him.
          The call of “Twenty-five minutes!” went by unobserved by both of them as Ayane was
having a hard time hearing anything over her own voice crying out from the agonizing climax
that was rolling through her and peaking occasionally when he did something to give her a bit
more of a push. When he took a firm hold and gave both nipples a bit of a twist as he lifted,
she shouted and bucked hard as she sprayed, actually reaching the front seats this time and
drawing a laugh from a happy Mika who was again enjoying a vicarious ass-fucking and a
whistle from an impressed Reiko.
          (Reiko still felt this was something she had missed out on even though she wasn't a bit
fan of anal. Maybe it was the man behind the wheel that made the difference?)
          Ayane might not be able to hear her from this spot, but even though Quinn was
focused on his delightful partner and her delightful parts, he heard Mika ask Kasumi
enviously, “Have you ever seen anyone ever pop this much? Talk about perfect execution!”
          Quinn was in complete agreement with Mika's observation. He enjoyed orgasmic
women more than any other type, and in spite of her clearly fighting it, Ayane was one of the
most orgasmic in Quinn's long and colorful career as a cocksman. Most women either gave
up, gave out, or simply passed out before this point, but the purple-haired little bed bunny
stretched around his cock was in the middle of what might be the longest continuous orgasm
Quinn had ever seen.
          He would occasionally slip down her nerves just to make certain all was well with her.
Even a top physical specimen like Ayane was capable of hurting herself by pushing too far,
but it seemed the lubrication from her pussy ran back in this position and kept him wet
enough to stop her from being rubbed raw. It seemed when Ayane was leaned back this way,
she became a kind of self-lubricating sex machine... something he'd seldom run across where
anal was concerned, but he wasn't about to complain with such spectacular results.
          He knew they were nearing the thirty minute mark and he'd need to let himself climax
soon or he'd miss his opportunity, and after all this, he knew it was going to be amazing when
it hit. Ayane was staying so close to her climax peaking at any moment most anything set her
off, but he wanted this one to be special after all this. He'd found most of her “buttons” so far
as he could (limited by their position and a partner who wasn't likely to help him out by giving
him information he could use “against her”), so he started to thrust more vigorously and sped
up, wanting her to know he was about to climax this time, and she obliged by starting to whine
higher and louder as she built up herself.
          “Ready, sweetheart?” he said in her ear, and his fingers again began to tug at her
sensitive nipples. She cried out and Quinn stopped fighting his own climax, and he leaned his
head down very low (she was ten inches shorter in height) and gave her a rumbling growl as
he bit the spot where her shoulder and neck met, a sensitive spot that he'd found effective
before.
          His cock bucked and Quinn felt like he might have shot right through Kevlar with the
way his cum erupted from him. He pounded up into her ass and Ayane reacted just as he'd
hoped by giving a loud squeal and jerking violently as she tensed all over. He felt her clamp
down hard around him as she arched her back, and he knew she was coming as hard as he'd
ever seen, so he dropped one hand down and rubbed firmly over her erect clit.
          The squeal jumped several notes and she sounded like she was imitating a tea kettle
in response to feeling his cum filling her ass, her ejaculate making Mika duck to the side to
avoid getting showered. Ayane did everything she could to drive herself down onto his cock
as she came like she was possessed.
          Just as Quinn pumped the last of his cum into Ayane's greedy ass and both their
orgasms ran out of steam, Kasumi announced easily, “Thirty minutes. Ayane, do you wish to
continue?”
          Panting as she hung there, still half-suspended from her knees and the rest held up by
Quinn's arms, her half-sister didn't even open her eyes as she kept breathing deeply and
finally shook her head, admitting she couldn't go on.
          “The challenger has indicated she will not try to continue. Agreed?” Kasumi asked,
looking to her fellow observers for confirmation, and they both nodded.
          Realizing she was in no condition to stand and he had no place to set her comfortably
so he could untie her, Quinn turned to the ladies standing by and asked for a bit of help.
As they started moving to give him a hand, he said to the woman in his arms, “And
congratulations on making it to the end. You put up a hell of a fight, and you never gave up.
Thank you.”
          She almost said something, but as she was about to, all three arrived to assist their
fellow competitor, Mika helping support her, Reiko working on getting her untied and Kasumi
grabbing her clothes.
          As her half-sister brought her clothes, Ayane looked up and said breathlessly, “You
were right, Kasumi.”
          Curious, Quinn had to ask, “Right about what?”
          “I asked her how her fight had gone, and she told me she couldn't say much, but she
told me two things. One was that you were a legitimate competitor.”
          “And what was the second thing?” he prompted.
          Ayane looked at Kasumi and didn't respond, so Kasumi answered instead.
          “I said she'd have more fun than she'd ever had in a match before.”

          Quinn was more than pleased to send out the text that evening when things were
done:
          “AYANE REACHES 30 MINS WITH NO DECISION. WINS 500K.”
