Chapter 7 - On Conditioning: Chapter 7


                                                   On Conditioning

                                                       by Volpone

                                                        Chapter 7:

          The next morning, Quinn remembered his mental note to himself and made sure to ask Swallow
about it.
          "Darlin', when I was watching you yesterday against Shaula, you looked hesitant at the start,
but then about half-a-minute later, you suddenly became a different fighter. You looked almost as
confident as you did against the orc. What happened? What changed”
          She looked a little surprised, then admitted, “Ah hoped that wasn't too obvious. Ah had ta
change gears... mentally speakin'.”
          “I wasn't the only one who noticed. I think I know you well enough to have seen it before the
rest, but there were others in the crowd who were wondering before you 'changed gears'.
          “So talk to me. If there's something you can share that may help the others, please, don't keep
quiet.”
          Swallow looked a little embarrassed.
          “Beatin' that big ol' bruiser was no trouble. He looked big 'n mean 'n Ah could see he needed t'
be taken down... but Shaula... heck, she's just a sweet thang that hadn't no choice in bein' there. Ah just
had a hard tahm knockin' her down 'cuz she weren't doin' nothin' ta deserve it.
          “But then Ah recalled that if Ah didn't beat her, she'd be stayin' with them an' getting' more o'
them treatments. Ah've needed to knock a person aht sometimes fer their own good, kinda lahk if
someone wanted t' stay with their kidnapper. Ah had t' do it t' rescue her. Then it was easy.”
          As he listened, Quinn started to nod.
          Checking his mental clock, he came to a decision.
          “Okay. I'm going to take a quick trip with Collie. Very quick... and then I'll be back. I think we
need to have a kind of pep talk.”
          To his smart-ship/partner, he sent, ::Bella, we need to make a quick side trip. I need to go and
pick up some items in another continuum.::
          Knowing he hadn't made any plans for more trips, she asked, ::Is everything all right? What do
we need to pick up that we can't get here?::
          There was a set to his mouth that Swallow had seen before, and she was looking at a very
serious Quinn.
          ::We need to pick up some educational materials.::

          He was only gone for a moment local time, but he showed up with an entire group of vid disks
and headed for the study.
          “Group meeting, ladies! Time for a little educational viewing.”
          He made sure that Collie was keeping a very careful eye out for any kind of eavesdroppers,
local or remote, but she assured him that no one was listening in, and she even provided them with a
new set of jammers that were so powerful their entire block was a dead zone for cell service, likely
causing some headaches for the locals (minimal since their compound occupied most of the area being
jammed) but necessary if they intended to do their job.
          When they were all assembled (including their three newest recruits from Taimanin), he told
them, “Swallow showed me a potential problem yesterday. It's the same problem we're gong to face
again and again here because you're all good guys at heart. You want to protect, and when you're
facing an opponent that you're here to rescue from Black's team, you're going to want to hesitate
because you don't want to hurt them.
          “But I think you don't know what you're saving them from. You four have some idea,” he
nodded to their rescuees, “but even you don't have any idea what would have happened if he weren't
here. I went...”
          And Quinn suddenly realized he was about to discuss multiverse travel in front of women who
weren't aware they were anything but local good guys trying to help out kidnapping victims, so he had
to improvise on his feet. Fortunately, this was far from the first time he'd needed to double-speak to be
clear to one group while non-Phoenix folk (or as they often referred amongst themselves, “non-zanni”)
were none the wiser.
          “...somewhere and picked up some videos that I'd heard were available and brought them back.
These...” he held up just a few of the many disks he'd purchased in a non-animated universe several
translations away, “are some black market recordings that someone in Black's organization is producing
to sell. They show some of the things being done to our victims, and you need to see them to
understand what can be happening if we don't step in.”
          And he proceeded to selectively play some of the scenes.
          What he showed them were scenes from Records... the recordings which were the original
records of happenings of what did and would happen in this continuum before Quinn and Phoenix
showed up to give events a bump in another direction.
          He picked scenes that none of those present had witnessed or participated in with one exception.
Some were what they expected. Some were disturbing as they were a kind of reminder to PTSD
sufferers of the events leading up to their condition.
          And then he showed some of the fights and events outside their immediate group that were
downright painful to watch. The scene between Power Woman and Vega, Antares older sister and
leader of the Taimanin faction, was especially disturbing. He knew that Terry had witnessed it on some
monitors when she had broken in to attempt saving her sister, only to be captured herself. When the
memory was refreshed, he saw Nova comforting Terry as she covered her face so she didn't have to
watch her sister's torture and degradation yet again.
          Not one woman in the room didn't cringe at what was done to Vega with the massive metal
phallus... the same which had been present on stage during his own fight with the Cat Lady but he had
refused to use on her.
          He shut off the video and looked around at the assembled faces.
          The new recruits were all visibly shaken. Though they'd gone through some of the
conditioning, these were far more graphic and involved some things that even they hadn't suspected.
The Phoenix members all looked somewhere angry and resolute.
          Good.
          “I need you all to understand that this...” he gestured to the screen they'd been viewing, “is often
not recalled later by the victim. Black and Oboro seem to have some kind of mental eraser so
individuals aren't permanently damaged by the events you've witnessed. It's one of the few good things
about how they operate. Then want victims they can send into the arena again and again who won't
simply go catatonic at the prospect of being put back in the ring.
          “You need to understand this is what you're saving them from. Any time you think you don't
want to hurt the woman you're facing, I want you to know what kind of thing is what they'll suffer
again if you don't.”
          He waited until the ladies had left, fending off requests by their four new recruits to see footage
involving themselves, (he told them that if they didn't remember, it didn't happen for them and to leave
it that way), and then he went back to Columbina and put all the disks in the mass converter, reducing
them to their component atoms and then on to energy to help run Columbina and her systems.
          At least they'd be of some good now. He never intended for any of these women to see what
had been done to their alternate selves.

          A bit later, Adamantina happen to see Quinn coming out of the study and she caught him.
          “We know that you try to shield us from a lot of the unpleasantness out there, but I was
wondering... who helps you to forget?”
          Quinn was indeed witness to many more horrible acts than the rest of them, but he was also
aware of what good they were doing, and so was able to balance it all in his mind.
          He surprised her by actually smiling at her question.
          “'Forget' is the wrong word, Tina. I don't need to forget. I need to remember what we're all
fighting for. But as for who makes remembering all the bad things worthwhile,” he looked up at the
woman who was several inches taller than he was and smiled, “you all do, sweetheart.”

          It was a good thing that no Taimanin came up as competitors that night because anyone looking
on at the women sitting in the Team Harukinu box was seeing a group of females who were ready to
take out their aggressions on some deserving character.
          The opener was two orcs and it provided some of the violence the audience wanted to witness
but none of the sex. It was fairly tame as far as what they'd seen already in similar matches, both living
as the both put on a reasonable showing before one knocked the other cold. It seemed the audience's
blood lust wasn't up as there were few calls of “Finish him!” and the loser was simply carried off,
probably to fight another day.
          The next was two females facing each other, one being a larger female who was called Ghost
Knight Dullahan and a much smaller female monster girl named Jelly. When the two faced off, Terry
said something to Nova, who leaned over to Quinn to say quietly, “Terry wants to know if you'd
challenge for the right to face Jelly.”
          He had been afraid his little demonstration earlier with the videos might have this result. Now
the new recruits would want to save everyone who looked likely to be a victim, and the much smaller
Jelly looked almost like a child next to the much bigger, more mature, and far bustier Dullahan.
          But they were both on Black's team, fighting simply for the entertainment of the crowd, and
Quinn didn't rise to the bait. The last thing they needed was to start trying to rescue females who were
happy to be Black's gladiatrix. There was only one among them he felt would be worth that risk, and
she was unlikely to ever step into the ring.
          The match was much more even than it might have looked at the beginning. Both had
unexpected abilities of some magical nature, and Quinn was happy they hadn't risked facing either of
them without advanced information on them.
          The big surprise was when Dullahan seemed to have the smaller pink-haired monster girl
almost beaten, down on the mat, pinning her down with one hand on her neck as the other hand cruelly
groped her petite victim, bringing cheers from the crowd to see the seemingly weaker victim of the will
of the stronger.
          Then suddenly Jelly's pink little hands changed and her fingers sprouted into tentacles which
wrapped the larger female's limbs and reversed their roles as dominatrix and victim.
          Bolt asked, “Who are her parents? A couple of the Squidbillies?”
          Jelly's tentacles were clearly stronger than her normal limbs and wasted no time, grasping the
pale woman's arms and legs, pulling them out away from her body so she couldn't protect herself.
Another tentacle snaked around the ghost knight's throat, cutting down on her wind, making Dullahan's
mouth drop open and a glazed look film over her eyes. Another tentacle slid down her cleavage while
still a different one went round the metal hip bands that held the tiny patch of fabric over her pubic
area, both ripping away the slight protection they offered, leaving the formerly dominant female
exposed to the cheering throng.
          From there out, it was simply a matter of the smaller girl playing with the larger woman,
tentacles everywhere, holding the pale woman spread eagle while Jelly's other tentacles did what the
audience hoped to see and wrapped and squeezed both the woman's large, soft breasts in sinewy loops
as two others began to slap at her mammaries, stinging and making her cringe but also clearly exciting
her ever time one of the whipping tentacles snapped across one of her prominent nipples. Her ruby-red
eyes grew wide and unfocused as the abuse continued, her whimpers and cried losing their pained
sound and taking on a more sexual sound.
          The crowd clearly felt that tentacle action was some of the best they witnessed from the way
they responded.
          By this point, Quinn realized what the organizers had done. They had intentionally paired up a
female who would clearly be cast in the victim role against another female who looked much stronger
but was actually a kind of professional victim... a masochist who would naturally give the onlookers a
show if matched against someone who would take advantage of her submissive nature.
          Finally the whipping tentacles seized the larger female's nipples and pulled, keeping up more
and more tension as the boneless limb around her throat constricted the blood flow to her brain.
The ghost knight's eyes began to roll up and her limbs stopped resisting. The petite pink-haired
opponent dropped her arms and legs which flopped as she struck the mat, clearly showing that her foe
was at her mercy and just slightly this side of conscious.
          Then she started using her tentacles in a manner the eager demons in the stands had been
waiting for, one opening the woman's mouth and invading her lips like a long flexible phallus while
two others slid into place by both lower orifices.
          And the tentacles started to move in a kind of three-beat rhythm, each thrusting into her victim
on a different beat. It was a kind of obscene waltz of mouth, vagina, anus, mouth, vagina, anus...
          Then the pale female shook as a huge spasm racked her body and a torrent of her juices sprayed
from her occupied pussy...
          And then she went limp.
          The announcement of Jelly's victory was almost lost in the shouts of the audience.
          Quinn leaned over to Nova and said simply, “That's why we don't always take a side.”
          The final battle of the night was anticlimactic after the show Jelly and Dullahan put on. This
time, a reasonably handsome human male in a loin cloth was pitted against a female furry named
Crackle.
          She was rather adorable with lavender hair that was mostly short except for one heavy braid that
reached down to her thighs in the back, cat-like ears, paws (both hands and feet) and a tail combined
with a very cute figure tucked into a golden-yellow bikini with a cat bell attached at her cleavage. She
seemed to be someone the crowd had seen before and no one seemed to expect much from as the man
facing her clearly wasn't an experienced fighter yet the audience seemed to expect him to win as the
calls from the stands were usually exhorting him to do something sexual to her.
          Why this was so became clear when she finally sprang at him and he literally tripped over his
own feet trying to back up, but instead of attacking him, she was undoing his loin cloth to get it out of
her way so she could get to what was beneath.
          Crackle seemed to be something of an exhibitionist.
          Quinn then twigged to why this match had been placed last. Crackle was intended to “lose” and
become the prize for those in the crowd who would pay for some gang-bang time with the “loser” after
the match.
          From the looks of things, the cat-girl would likely have no objection to that.
          She had him out of his minimal cover and was happily licking along his length, and the man
was obviously shocked that this was what she had been after, apparently being told he was to fight her.
          It only took him a moment to get over his shock and he soon had her bikini top pulled out of the
way and the vocal crowd was shouting instructions to him.
          He finally realized the onlookers were actually not just being random in their yelling, and
following some of the instructions from some of the louder audience members, he began pulling at the
lovely pink puffy nipples topping her delightful breasts.
          The moment he did this, Crackle stopped licking and was trying to swallow him, gleefully
rubbing herself against him as she sucked him down and bobbed her head frantically, strands of heavy
saliva running from her slightly-bifurcated lip and a joyful expression on her face.
          This seemed to bolster the human's confidence and he started to ignore the audience shouting at
them. The female creature fellating him clearly was happy to do what he liked, so he proceeded to take
advantage of her willingness.
          Soon, she was crawling up his body and straddled him, not taking much time to warm up before
she had him deep inside her, riding him cowgirl style.
          “Dang, Q,” Swallow said to him, leaning close to be heard over the crowd's shouting, “you
could'a done better than that.”
          He leaned back and said, “Probably, but he's just not my type,” and gave her a wink before
going back to watching the match, a look of mild amusement on his face.
          The man decided he wanted to change positions, but it seemed kitty didn't want to give up her
spot as she was having a grand time, probably on her third or fourth climax in this position already.
She showed her lack of inclination to move by unsheathing a very long, sharp retractable talon from her
thumb and held it over the center of his chest.
          “Oh oh! It looks like kitty has claws after all!” shouted a voice to their left.
          It seemed her human toy was good to play her game as he began thrusting up and into his new
feline playmate, and her expression shifted from happily demanding to mindlessly ecstatic.
          As she started to yowl out her next orgasm, the human grabbed her paw and pulled her off of
him, pinning her down to the mat before she could bring him to orgasm with her enthusiastic
performance. Instead, he held her down that way with her tail high in the air, and she showed no desire
to fight back, her fluffy appendage flicking back and forth playfully, expecting him to take her again in
this new position.
          He did, but then again he didn't.
          He pushed forward, and Crackle's eyes got big and her cute bifurcated mouth dropped open, her
kitten tongue protruding as he held her by the tail and pushed himself into her cute feminine ass.
          There were shouts and applause from much of the audience, and after only a few strokes into
her tight anus, the lavender-haired sex kitten gave a yowl and shook as she clawed at the mat and came,
trembling all over for several moments before she gave a heavy shake and squirted, much to the
audience's cheers.
          Swallow again commented, “Now, Q, you definitely could'a done that.”
          Getting into the spirit of a little banter, he replied, “But if I brought her home, who'd clean the
litterbox?”
          The cute feline gave another loud yowl of sexual pleasure and squirted again.
          Swallow observed, “Ah think who'd mop up the bedroom is more the problem.”

          An hour later, they were back at their residence, and Quinn wasn't at all surprised when four of
the ladies asked what his plans were for the evening (not all at once though Terry and Alkaid did seem
to indicate an interest in sharing him between themselves), but as only lady to approach him he had not
had to bed recently was Bellatrix (Shaula must have had other plans as she didn't strike Quinn as the
shy type), he decided it was only fair to make her feel welcome if she wished it. He certainly had no
reason to say no to an intelligent, humorous, curvacious woman he'd hijacked from her previous fate.
          He didn't give her an opportunity to worry about what to do or how to approach him. He'd
simply put her hand around his arm and held her attention with a story he liked to tell about himself (an
embarrassing event some time in his past that he found useful as an ice-breaker with females), and by
the time he was finished, she found herself laughing and sitting on the edge of his bed.
          “I'm very glad we rescued you,” he told her as he leaned down and gave her a kiss.
          She let him direct the kiss for the first ten seconds or so, then found herself returning his kiss
with far more excitement than she'd first anticipated. Whether it was part of the left-over drugs or her
conditioning or her simple desire for an attractive man who was clearly attracted to her as well made no
difference at the moment. It only mattered that she was kissing him desperately and trying very hard to
remove both their clothing without relinquishing her possession of his lips.
          “Dear god, but you're exquisite,” he told her as he broke the kiss long enough to get a good look
at her. She was just four inches short of his own height. This was good because much shorter and her
exaggerated hourglass figure would have made her look like a caricature. She was just on the attractive
side of being almost too busty with inviting coral pink nipples and lovely light skin, smiling green eyes
behind her glasses, and a magnificent cascade of blonde hair all the way past her shapely backside.
          She actually blushed a moment, then without another word grabbed him and pulled his face
down to the deep valley between her breasts.
          Not one to ignore a hint when his face is shoved into them, Quinn began worshiping her
magnificent mammaries... kissing, nipping, flicking his tongue over here and there, and finally he
wrapped his lips around one of her lovely puffy nipples and sucked, running his tongue over the surface
as he pulled it into his mouth, his hand keeping its twin occupied as he did.
          Trix arched up and gasped as loudly as if he'd unexpectedly penetrated her. The reaction he'd
seen in the arena versus Nova had been quite notable, but if anything she was even more receptive
tonight, writhing under his slightest touch and almost coming when he did anything more.
          Her fingers went into his hair and she gave a high moan, then gasped even louder than before
and shook.
          Clearly there was no “almost” about it.
          A woman after my own heart, he thought with a wicked smile as he went back to work.
          It was obvious that whatever conditioning they had done to her had made her breasts far more
sensitive erogenous zones than would normally account for such a reaction... not that Quinn was
complaining at all. He'd always suffered from what he'd heard more than one woman call “his infantile
bias”. Infantile or not, he still loved a female chest, even when not as abundant as Bellatrix.
          He kept it up for just five minutes or so, hardly any time compared to how long he liked to
lavish on a woman's chest, but the incredible blonde in his bed had already had three more orgasms just
from what he'd been doing so far, and he'd not even touched her below the waist.
          She pulled at him, not to get him to stop but just to get him to shift around so she could reach
him, and when he obliged, she eagerly wrapped her fingers around his stiff tool and began stroking him
eagerly, loving the sensation of his thick member in her hand.
          He nibbled and sucked her to another orgasm, then instead of staying where he was, he moved
up and knelt with a thigh on each side of her ribcage.
          Trix smiled broadly, more than happy if he were wanting her to perform paizuri on him. It was
one of her favorite things since her “training” since it combined two of her favorite things, namely a
nice male erection and having her breasts used in most any manner.
          He didn't move forward as she though, so she again grabbed hold of him and began stroking
him, thinking that if he wanted to shoot his load across her chest, that was nearly as good. She loved
the sight and feel and taste of a man's juices, just so long as they were the result of her being sexy to
them.
          Instead, he used both hands and began to knead both her breasts, making her moan loudly and
jerk at him more strongly, ready for him to come at any time, but he continued to squeeze as he worked
his hands closer and closer to her nipples.
          About half way there, he grasped her firmly as he attempted to get each hand around her breast
far enough to compress them (he couldn't quite even this near the point), almost as if he were milking
them, and she gave a loud whimper and arched up, so close she could almost reach it.
          Since this didn't do it, he continued on up until he held her just by her fleshy nipples, and he
took a good grip and lifted, seeing how much of her heavy bust he could support this way.
          Her fingers dug into the covers as she cried out, and milk squirted from both her breasts and she
blasted from her vacant pussy as well.
          Nice to see it happens away from the arena as well.
          He kept his grip this way and pulllllllllled again, and she jerked and cried out again, her climax
freshening, slamming her just as hard as the last time and just a wet.
          With his third pull, he noted she didn't gasp or moan or cry, so he leaned forward enough to see
over the breasts he was abusing this way. Sure enough, the intelligent blonde was conscious but
completely ahegao, her smiling eyes unfocused, her happy lips open and slack as her body overloaded
her mind.
          He'd gotten women to this point many times before, and he had to admit he preferred it to them
going unconscious, but in all honesty he liked his dates fully present and accounted for when he got
them to come.
          When she came back into focus, Quinn was smiling and drying her off with a soft fluffy towel.
While she appreciated the gesture and his consideration, she was nowhere near finished with
him. She took the towel from him and put it aside, then shakily sat up and put a hand on his chest,
pushing him backwards so she could see if she could get him just as crazy.
          Leaning down, she began kissing and licking at his quivering erection. If she weren't so
impatient, she'd have likely taken her time and tried to build his anticipation, but this time she wanted
to taste his seed in her mouth as fast as she could. Putting her weight onto her elbows, she cradled his
balls with one hand and wrapped her other around the lower part of his shaft, pumping him in time to
her adept mouth.
          Quinn was seldom one for staying passive for long, so he placed a hand on her hair, giving her
some more non-verbal feedback
          She immediately gave an exclamation around her mouthful of masculinity. She kept bobbing
her head, sucking on him in an almost demanding fashion, but she moved the hand he had on her head
to her pigtail on that side, then she moved his other hand down to her hanging breast on the opposite
side before returning her hands to what they had formerly been doing.
          As he started to use the new hand placement, she responded joyfully and as vocally as she could
with her mouth full of Quinn's package.
          She worked him with her lips and tongue as well as she could (which was quite well indeed),
happily sucking his cock and encouraging him to let go and fill her mouth another way.
          In just a few moments, he did just that.
          His fingers clenched a bit, both pulling her down onto his hard prick with a bit more force and
the other squeezing pleasure into her breast as he made a sound like some large jungle cat, sending a
wonderful thrill straight through her, and then he was pumping his delicious cum into her waiting
mouth.
          The moment his hot jizz hit her tongue, she gave a high whimper and joined him in his orgasm,
shaking and sucking and loving every second of it.
          She kept drawing her cheeks in, trying to get every last iota of his spunk in her mouth, and she
was starting to lose some around the edges by the time he was almost finished, so she moved back until
she was just kissing the tip as she captured the last bit, then sat up to show him how well she'd done,
opening her lips and displaying to her incredible bed partner how much of his lovely semen she held
there, then she closed her lips and swallowed, giving a shake as a little tremor ran through her in
aftershock from the orgasm she'd had from simply giving him head.
          With a proud chuckle, she opened up showing him her white teeth and soft pink tongue, no
trace of sperm remaining.
          “All gone,” she told him and gave a pleased little laugh. “Did I do well?”
          Then she laid herself back and opened her thighs, inviting him to go ahead and do as he liked
until he was ready again.
          “You did amazingly, as if you couldn't tell,” he replied.
          Bellatrix simpered at his compliment. She liked him so much more than the other men she'd
had since her training. He was ever so much nicer and complimentary, and she hoped he wouldn't take
too long before he was ready again. There was so much more they could do.
          She clearly didn't know Quinn since he had been known to go straight from orgasm to more sex
without much more than time to get into position.
          But he had also seen some things on those disks before he'd destroyed them that gave him
some intimate details he'd more than willingly explore to see if they still held true for the lovely shinobi
sharing his bed.
          Shifting to a closer position, he reached in and after making sure his fingers were nicely wet
with her juices, he began rubbing her outer lips in an easy circular pattern. She reacted almost
instantly, her eyes closing and her head going back as his fingers performed their magical dance over
her sex.
          Trix was clearly on a fast track to her next orgasm when he brought his other hand into play and
began sliding two fingers inside her, stroking smoothly but firmly as she began to tremble in approach
to her next sexual release.
          She started whimpering more pitifully, and he began moving the fingers impaling her faster,
curving them upwards slightly to put more pressure on the upper side of her wet, hot canal, and her
whine of sexual desire grew louder for several moments, then when he didn't ease off, he pushed her
over the edge and her head dropped back as she sobbed and jerked violently as she squirted yet again.
          He eased up but didn't stop, refusing to let her cool off too much, still wanting her ready and
eager to go on.
          She put both hands up over her head and grabbed the covers, gathering a good handful in each
and moaning as she writhed in pleasure, her eyes closed as she moved her hips and arched her back.
          Knowing it was unlikely to get her any closer without pushing her over into another climax,
Quinn shifted around and moved the hand he'd had her impaled on, and he ran the head of his cock up
and down her wet lower lips, making her moan and twist at the feeling.
          “Yesssss...” she whimpered, clearly wanting him to do this now, not wanting to wait a moment
longer.
          He simply shifted his weight forward and gave a slight push, and the head of his tool slid inside
her, making her gasp and arch up more strongly. If he hadn't seen her orgasm several times, that's what
he would have assumed was happening from her reactions, but he knew she still had another step to get
there.
          Moving her legs around so her knees were up higher and he could put more of his weight on her
to keep her legs elevated like this, he shifted just a bit more as he flexed and slid just another inch or
two within her sweet pussy, and she gasped and froze, trembling wordlessly, her body shaking at the
tension of being poised so close to the edge...
          He gave another push and in spite of her clenching tight around him (surprisingly tight, truth be
told), he felt his cock bottom out at the end of its movement as it pressed against her cervix, and he was
concerned that he might hurt her.
          Trix gave a huge gasp and clawed at his back as she tumbled over the precipice, shaking
rhythmically as she came at the feeling of him filling her up this way. She tried to rock her hips but
had little control from the position she was in, and so was ecstatic as she felt him begin to move.
          As he did, she came all over the bed. Just one more thrust was all it took, the flaring ridge of
his lovely cock head rubbing across her sensitive spots coaxing her into squirting yet again.
          He kept stroking into her just short of striking the opening to her womb, each thrust making her
writhe in fabulous agony and dragging her climax out even further.
          “Yes! Yes! Now! Now!” she cried with each stroke, wanting him to cum inside her so badly.
          But he held off and just kept moving.
          Keeping her like that for several minutes, she was about to collapse when he eased himself out
of her, and she dropped back to the mattress, panting and quivering occasionally as aftershocks fled
through her luscious body, her breathing slowly returning to normal...
          But Quinn wasn't finished.
          If she hadn't undergone the conditioning she had, Quinn would have considered everything
good, let himself finish and simply curled up with his incredibly orgasmic new girlfriend, but he knew
that her new state made her need almost complete exhaustion before she would be truly able to relax
and sleep. It was part of their training to make them insatiable, and she'd be whimpering and pulling at
him to get him ready yet again in another twenty or thirty minutes if he didn't drive a stake through the
heart of the sexual demon that had been awakened in her by her captors. She might never be over it
completely, but for now he knew he couldn't let things lie.
          She felt the wonderful man who had just made her feel every bit as wonderful and desirable
shift, but she didn't open her eyes. She simply needed a brief rest before she could go on to show him
there were more things she was happy to do with him. Why, they'd barely even started at paizuri, and
truly, he did have the most delicious cock to suck... just in a few minutes...
          He literally picked her up by the hips and turned her onto her side, and she was happy to think
perhaps he was going to curl up with her now. Men always were in such a hurry once they had
finished. It was so nice to know he wasn't that way, and she anticipated his arms around her, his skin
against her back, the feeling of his cock resting snugly between the cheeks of her derriere...
          He had finished... hadn't he? 
          She moved a bit and didn't detect the wet, stickiness of cum leaking from herself, which was odd. 
Men usually left quite the mess, not that she minded. It told her she'd done well even if they told her otherwise.
          She felt his fingers, slick with something other than just saliva, rub at her anus, and she didn't
really think much about it. Perhaps he wanted her to relax, but maybe he didn't know that would only
get her ready faster. It really did feel wonderful, the warm, slick friction of his caring fingers
massaging her rear entrance...
          She realized he was not nearly finished as she felt the pressure of something much larger than a
finger pressing at the seal of her sphincter.
          Immediately shifting gears, the stacked blonde didn't open her eyes, but instead bit her lower lip
and pushed back as she eagerly helped him move on to one of those “other things” she had been happy
to show him.
          The blonde faux librarian trembled strongly as she relaxed and felt the crown of his stiff-standing
prick spread her anus and then pop inside with a twinge of sharp pain and immeasurable
pleasure. Then she felt him lift her upper leg to give himself more room, and he applied steady pressure
and she felt him slide inside her with agonizing slowness, centimeter by centimeter, until he was hard
against her receptive ass.
          The moment he reached his full length inside her soft, warm rectum, she was shaking and
crying out, a new climax making her tremble all over as she tried to adjust her body to this new assault
on her senses.
          It seemed that this new activity made Bellatrix feel another need. They had taught her how she
was a dirty girl when she did this, and how they wanted to hear her beg for them to fuck her ass... at
least until some other male had come along to plug her mouth up with another cock.
          But Quinn hadn't told her to beg. He made delightful, pleased noises that told her how he loved
what she was doing... what she was having done to her... but he said almost nothing.
          She wanted to hear his voice to remind herself who was here with her filling her greedy
backside so fabulously.
          “Tell me,” she panted between breaths.
          He pushed forward slowly and said, “Tell you what, sweet one?”
          His endearment made her stomach flutter, and his cock made her ass cry in ecstasy.
          “Tell me,” she repeated, having difficulty forming clear thoughts and getting them out of her
mouth.
          “What do you want me to tell you, darling? What do you want to hear?” he prompted.
          “Do you like it?” she managed. She tried to recall the things she had heard them say that had
made her feel that she was doing well as she enjoyed having her ass ravaged. “Do you like my slutty
ass?”
          Quinn wanted to give her a hard swat to stop her talking that way. Talking in bed was fine
when needed, but degrading herself...
          And he hated the word “slut”. And the word “whore”. The only thing he liked even less was
being called “daddy” because it made him feel like a pedophile. He didn't sleep with sluts of whores or
little girls, no matter their behavior. That they felt that way was unacceptable to him.
          Still, he knew this wasn't Bellatrix talking. This was what she'd been taught. It was the hentai
of the continuum bringing this out in her. He'd done the dominant dialog plenty of times, but that was
with strong women who wanted to feel wicked and knew it was play, nothing more. Bellatrix was a
woman who had been taught it was true and that she should admit her role as a slave prostitute, happy
to be used because this was all she was worth.
          He intended her to be a happy, well-adjusted female operative for Phoenix Group... one of the
zanni... his people... the people he loved and who loved him even though he wasn't human any more...
          So he had to teach her otherwise.
          “This is not a slutty ass,” he corrected her. “This is an amazing ass belonging to an amazing
woman.”
          And he kept moving, showing her by his actions what his words were telling her.
          She really did have an amazing ass, and she clearly enjoyed using it.
          “This ass could never be slutty just because of what it's doing. It is a delightful ass and it
belongs to an amazing woman who should never feel she is less than amazing ever again.”
          It was bloody hard for him to speak like this during sex. He'd never been a talker and only did
when he forced himself, so he tried to see if he could put an exclamation point on the conversation.
          “Let me show you how amazing I think this ass is,” and he started to move more strongly.
          It seemed to be the right reply because she started to pant and grab at his hip as he fucked her
beautiful, talented ass.
          While talking wasn't something he particularly enjoyed in bed, a beautiful, intelligent, sexy
partner who had a great ass and enjoyed using it was something he enjoyed greatly.
          Another thing that told him he'd made the proper response was because she tore off another
climax almost immediately.
          Her perfect little asshole kept clutching at him as she came, and she dropped back her head once
again, her green eyes closing as her mouth opened and she started into another rising spiral of orgasms
as he'd coaxed from her earlier, but if he was any judge, this would be even greater.
          She sounded almost as if she were being hurt, but he checked on her by bridging the gap
between their nervous systems with his Talent and discovered she was in pain but it was the pain right
before climax, and she was sliding from that pain right into her next orgasm, and once she'd come, she
slipped back just far enough to be able to come again.
          The blonde now had a hand pulling far more cruelly at the tip of her breast and nipple, her
fingers digging into her own flesh as her nails brought such exquisite torture to the fat, erect point at the
tip.
          He felt the way the ring of her sphincter kept clutching at him, and he needed some way of
stepping up the action to them her to a big finish.
Letting go of her leg which stayed where it was without her even being aware of it, he reached
up with one hand and grabbed hold of her unoccupied breast, taking it by the fine, puffy nipple. With
his other hand, he reached behind her back and gathered a big handful or hair.
          And then he pulled towards himself by both handles, hair and breast, demanding she be as close
to him as she could get...
          Fireworks went off inside Trix... in her head and every erogenous point in her body. She gave a
loud cry of utter abandon as she convulsed, coming so hard she felt ready to burst apart in every
direction but truly her only explosion being from nipples and vagina. With his inner thigh tight against
her pussy, her ejaculate went in several directions as she squirted hard, and he kept fucking her
delicious ass as he let go his control and started to fill her anal canal with his hot cum.
          The blonde lovely began to sob, her system overwhelmed with the incredible feelings coursing
through her, one hand grasping the hand he had pulling at her nipple and squeezing it even harder,
forcing his fingers to pinch even more roughly as her other hand waved and slapped at the bed in an
attempt to give expression to the inexpressible pleasure she felt. Cum began to leak around the tight
seal of her ass and she sobbed again, but the tears forming in her eyes were from anything but sadness
as she felt the incredible burst of joy from their shared release.
          And then she let go, unable to continue any more, her body and spirit both drained from the
experience. She collapsed to the bed on her side, trembling occasionally as she panted out, her lovely
blonde hair matted down to her face from the sweat she'd worked up, her astounding chest rising and
falling as she fought to regain her breath.
          While Quinn was tempted to do the same, he was in better shape of the two since he'd only been
rocked by two universe-class orgasms as opposed to the dozen-plus that had wrung her out so
thoroughly, so he reached over and recovered the towel and put it against her curved derriere as he
withdrew slowly, and he tried to catch most of the semen that followed him.
          She gave a slight whimper as she felt the head of his cock pull out of her over-used anus, but
otherwise didn't react.
          Mopping up here and there to make them a bit more comfortable, Quinn tossed the towel into
the bathroom and after crawling up close behind the cuddly blonde creature who had just shared such
pleasure with him, he snagged the blanket hanging off the side behind him and pulled it over both of
them, then settled in with his arms around her.
          Bellatrix gave a soft sigh of pleasure as she felt him spoon around her, his arms cradling her, his
manly parts making themselves right at home in the division between her rear cheeks. She moved her
arms over his and took his hands, putting one on each of her tender breasts, holding them there by
hugging him to her this way, and then she gave an even deeper sigh of contentment, and drifted off for
the first truly blissful sleep she'd had in a great while.
