Chapter 8 - On Dominance: Dixie Clemets


                                                    On Dominance

                                                        by Volpone

                                      Chapter 7: Dixie Clemets

          This day would be interesting simply because yesterday's opponent, Tina, was almost
exactly the same kind of character as this one he faced this time, Dixie Clemets, knows as
one of the Rumble Roses, the same franchise of wrestlers that included Reiko and Candy
Cane. Each of the women from the group had a good persona (called a “Baby Face” in the
franchise vernacular) and a bad persona (called a “Heel”).
          Reiko had chosen to come out as her Baby Face version rather than her villainous
alter-ego, Rowdy Reiko.
          On the other hand, Candy Cane was the wicked version of her counterpart, Becky.
          It made him curious to see if the results of the matches might make a difference in
which version Dixie chose to come out as considering the Baby Face had managed a draw
for $400k more than the Heel version of the other competitor.
          It might have been random chance, but Dixie appeared as the Baby Face.
          No complaints from Quinn.
          She was wearing her traditional black and white cow hide pattern laced vest (complete
with golden “US Marshall” star over her left boob) and chaps with white bikini bottoms, but
other than the obvious costume difference, the two blonde Texans could have been sisters...
perhaps because the one was an obvious knock-off of the other. Both came from successful
and affluent backgrounds, both Texan with the requisite drawl, both blondes with shoulder
length hair, and both built like Playboy bunnies with long-standing gym memberships.
          He'd enjoyed himself the other day. He expected today to be no different.
          Kasumi announced, “Begin!” and started the clock ticking.
          But Dixie was more focused on the match than Tina had been. She was also more of
a hitter, moving in on him and trying to catch him with a simple right cross off the bat.
          She felt him block the blow and then she was coming down hard on her shoulders after
being thrown by the arm she'd tried to strike him with.
          Bouncing back up, she turned and was surprised that he was a distance away, not
following up his advantage.
          He's gonna have troubles if he don't follow up, she thought.
          However it wasn't long before she realized he was not the one in trouble.
          When she tried to hit him, he blocked and took her down to the mat. When she
attempted to kick, he somehow managed to take her other foot out from under her, making
her drop just as hard. If she tried to swing him into the ropes or a corner, he always put her
on the inside and used her to cushion himself while increasing her own impact.
          She tried to get a grip on the back of his kilt, but he grabbed her wrist and spun, and
then realized she was falling in a high arc, and she saw stars when she struck, not even
knowing how he had done it.
          When she focused again, she realized her arms were bound behind her back with her
vest and her chaps were missing. She still had her bikini bottoms on, but that wasn't much
consolation as she now didn't have the use of her arms.
          She moved to the nearest corner and tried to work the fabric holding her wrists against
the turnbuckle, hoping to loosen it enough to get free before he could stop her.
          She was concentrating so intently that he was next to her before she registered his
presence, and the moment his hand touched her shoulder, she pivoted and tried to head-butt
him.
          Her forehead caught his jaw fairly solidly but it didn't seem to hurt him very much.
          Then she felt herself lifted up as he carried her to midway between the corners on that
side, then she felt him give her a bit of a launch, and she came down on the ropes on her
back a little below her shoulder blades, and she bounced off them like a trampoline. She left
the ground slightly, unable to alter her course and she watch the canvas rushing up at her.
          She closed her eyes and turned her head so she didn't do a face plant, but she did land partly
on her chest, and that wasn't at all pleasant either.
          Both her breasts ached from rough impact with the mat, and she rolled, trying to get
away from him, and when he reached down to take her foot to stop her rolling further, she
drew back and tried to put an imprint of the sole of her boot on the side of his face.
          She heard the intake of breath from the women outside the ring, and then she heard,
          “Five minutes!”
          Oh, god, she was never gonna make it to the end.
          She thought she might have done some serious damage with her kick, but he didn't
even go to a knee, and then he was moving over her again.
          Dixie started writhing and kicking, trying to keep him back, struggling to get her arms
free. He caught one of her ankles and she tried to catch his fingers with her other boot, ready
to do most anything, and if an opportunity came up, she'd see if his balls were as solid as the
rest of him seemed to be.
          Shaking his head as if disappointed, he leaned down and started to pick her up in his
arms, and with a grunt she rolled towards him and tired to bite. He wasn't playing by any
rules she could recognize, so she was willing to play by no rules, too.
          As her teeth got near his shoulder, he suddenly let her go and she hit the canvas hard
with her ass, jarring her badly.
          This time, he seemed to have lost his patience with her as he took hold of her again
and urged her to stand by his hold on both her nipples.
          “Come on. Up you go,” he told her as he lifted, no amusement in his voice at all.
          She exclaimed but he kept pulling and she found herself scrambling to her feet as best
she could without her hands.
          She got her feet under her and he kept leading her by her foremost points until he had
her folded over at the waist across the top rope not that far from a corner so it didn't have as
much give or spring.
          He informed her in a no-nonsense tone, “I know I said I wanted a realistic fight, but I
also asked for professionals. If you don't want to be professional about this, I can go that
route, too.”
          And holding her bent over the rope with his left hand, he proceeded to tan her backside
with his other.
          “You fight like some little kid, I'll treat you like a little kid.”
          She continued to struggle and swear at him, but he had her so far forward that she
found if she lifted her leg to try to kick or gain a foothold, she threatened to tip forwards
completely, and without hands, she'd hit face first on the floor some six feet below.
          After a couple of swats, he grabbed her bikini bottoms and yanked it down to her
knees, giving him a better target, and he continued her spanking.
          Quinn also knew the connection between spanking and other activities for many
women, especially those in hentai continua. Considering how Dixie's tone started to change
about the eighth or ninth smack, he figured she was certainly in that group.
          He kept it up for several more swats, and he judged that if he kept it up for another half
dozen or so, she'd likely come just from the spanking. Seeing no good reason to change a
winning strategy, he kept at it until she stopped struggling and her breathing had changed.
          Now there were clear signs of lubrication from her as well, so he took her right up to the
edge...
          And rather than spank her over, he took his fingers and drew then abruptly up between
the wet lips of her pussy.
          Whether from surprise or from simply the right stimulus at the right moment, Dixie
gasped and bounced on the top rope, then hung there and shook for several more seconds
as the climax that had caught her tapered off.
          He found it highly interesting how she stayed where she was even when he released
her.
          Well, now... it seems this is okay with Ms Clemets.
          Instead of going back to the spanking, he began to rub, and her immediate moan told
him she had gone from petulant child to willing woman.
          The wet sounds coming from her as he moved his fingers in a slow circular motion
over her sex told him just how ready she was, so he started to explore deeper, starting off
with both middle and ring fingers and sliding in deeply right off.
          The busty blonde began to whimper as he coaxed her along, and he watched her
heels pull tighter together and her legs tremble, an involuntary reflex to what was being done
to her in this position. A bit more pressure pushing down from this direction and she started to
pant and moan louder.
          Quinn looked over at the three ladies observing. Other than the time counts, they had
all been silent so far, but that didn't mean they weren't interested by any means. They weren't
up close and personal as they were yesterday, but they were still less than a dozen feet off
and observing very carefully. They didn't smile as broadly as they had with Tina's behavior,
but there was still a slight twinkle to the looks of all three. Whether this was the result of them
remembering their time with him in the ring or perhaps there was no love lost for the brazen
blond he held captive this way didn't matter that much.
          He carefully wet the fingertips of his other hand and put them over her now erect clit,
and gently began rubbing back and forth.
          Her reaction was well beyond what he anticipated, and she cried out and bounced on
the ropes again.
          Looking at her posture, he knew there was no way he could tempt her into fellatio on
him, but that didn't mean that oral was out of the picture.
          Kneeling down behind her, he slid her panties down, and Dixie thought he meant to
remove them completely, but rather he slid them down to her boots, slipped them off over just
one side, took two quick turns around the bottom rope and then looped the other leg hole
back over the free boot, basically holding her there so she couldn't tip over or free herself
easily without his help.
          He peeked around her legs to see what her expression told him, and her eyes were
closed, her face red (only partly from her head-down posture), her hair hanging down and the
tips brushing the canvas outside the ring, her mouth open as she seemed to be fighting for
control over herself.
          Well, we can't have that, can we?
          He reached around her legs from both sides and got hold of her breasts which were
showing two deep tan and very crinkled nipples at the moment. As his fingers closed on
them, she sucked in her breath and then began breathing irregularly.
          As he began kneading her lovely inverted chest, he also leaned in and placed a very
personal kiss on her exposed pussy.
          She gave a surprised cry, and her trembling was much stronger and growing by the
moment. His tongue began to explore and her cry was repeated and instead of falling silent,
turned into a slowly increasing moan.
          His fingers grew bolder, possessing her fine, soft yet firm breasts as his mouth brought
her greater pleasure. His lips zeroed in on her clitoris and he started to suck as she started to
cry out vocally.
          They almost missed the call of “Ten minutes!” because it was almost drowned out by
Dixie's next climax.
          But Quinn found he was rather impatient with this particular lady.
          Keeping her exactly as she was, he tucked his kilt out of the way and moved in so he
could run himself up and down her very wet lips, and she shook but tried to remain quiet.
          She was so sloppy there was very little resistance as he pushed forward, then he felt
her clench down as she gasped loudly and seemed to hang in the balance for several
seconds until he started to move.
          The sultry Texan began to say softly, “oh... god... oh... god...” in time to the movements
of his hips as he stroked into her deeply.
          The position must have been a very effective one on her because it took him less than
thirty seconds before she was crying out as he fucked her and she came.
          And again less than a minute after that.
          Quinn was thinking this was entirely too easy, but he found it odd that she wasn't trying
to look at him or trying to convince him to let her up or any of the things he had expected of
her.
          She wasn't objecting either.
          That being the case, he felt justified in stepping up the ante.
          And he wanted to do something different with the tough Ms Clemets.
          He withdrew from her and she gave a half-moan and whimper, but she had no idea
what he was up to next as she felt him step up onto the lowest rope.
          Then she felt where he was now aimed.
          Suddenly she was very awake and vocal.
          “Oh, no no no... hell, no!” she told him.
          Quinn always believed when a woman tells you no, you listen to them.
          He told her, “You can call it all off at any time, no hard feelings. All you have to do is
give up.” He waited a moment, then asked her directly, “Do you want to give up, Dixie?”
          The muffled reply came back reluctantly, “no.”
          He wasn't going to make her beg, but he wasn't going to let her say he hadn't given her
a choice, either.
          “Is that what you were saying 'no' about?” he prompted, giving her every chance to
back out. “I'm asking you for the observers... were you saying 'no' because you didn't want to
quit?”
          There was a pause of several seconds before her Texan drawl replied meekly, “yes.”
          He looked at Mika and Kasumi, both who were again closer to him and standing together.
          They both looked at him and shrugged.
          He looked over at Reiko, and she nodded, indicating she'd heard her, too.
          “Okay, Dixie darlin',” he told her, “here we go.”
          And he aimed himself downwards and began to push.
          She didn't cry out, but she did give a groan that was clearly uncomfortable.
          (But Quinn had noted that her rear entrance showed the clear signs of occasional use
outside its normal biological function, so he knew almost positively that this wouldn't be her
first... not by many times. Perhaps she had a cowboy boyfriend who liked to ride his filly
bareback.)
          He was still plenty slick from his time in her exceedingly wet canal, but at the
resistance he met, he shifted back and gave her a couple of strokes which she reacted to
much more vocally now.
          Having refreshed his lubrication, he again aimed himself at her upper hole and pressed
forward.
          She tried her best to relax but still reacted verbally to the mounting pressure.
          “Ohhhhhhh...” she moaned.
          And as the head of his cock spread her anus and popped inside, she completed her
thought.
          “...ffffffuck!”
          Quinn started using the spring in the bottom rope to assist his motion from this kind of
modified piledriver position (the sexual meaning, not the wrestling term), and he was soon
using the natural rhythm set by his weight and the stretch of the rope to thrust about threequarters
of his length into her ass on each bounce.
          Dixie stopped talking but didn't go silent by any means, her voice mirroring what was
being done to her abused rectum rather than her quite explicit shout moments before.
          All of them knew exactly what was going on with Dixie at every moment from the tone
and pitch of the sounds she was making.
          Knowing she was unlikely to change her mind now (certainly not to judge from the
noises she was making now), he let himself consider what it felt like to Greek this particular
Texas filly.
          If she did have a boyfriend who filled this warm and cozy spot, he was likely a very
happy man because Dixie had a very fine ass. She wasn't trying to squeeze him out, even if
that was what he had expected. She was actually cooperating nicely, the ring of her delightful
derriere holding him snug, the soft warm interior of her making him feel at home.
          Damn, but she had a great ass!
          But when he was still considering the qualities of her during anal, she had been
steadily building towards something she knew might happen if he did this. It was part of what
she'd been afraid of.
          You see, Dixie loved anal.
          Well, not exactly loved... but it sure as shit make her come like a sonufabitch, and that
was pretty damned close. But it was how she came that she found embarrassing in this
situation.
          And in about ten seconds, everyone present would know how she did, too.
          Quinn kept up his deep penetration bounce, and then his Southern sweetheart (of the
moment at least) began to tune up until she was shouting loudly as she came...
          ...And squirted. A lot.
          She was shouting so loud as she came, it took her several seconds before she heard
the applause of the women looking on.
          What'th'fuck?
          But it sounded like they were being sincere and not mocking her for squirting like that
from having her ass fucked by a virtual stranger.
          “Fifteen minutes!”
          Clearly Quinn didn't object either because he asked, “How many like that can you
manage, Dix? You got a couple more in you like that?”
          Damned if it didn't sound like they all wanted to see her embarrass herself all over
again.
          But Quinn kept that damned near perfect angle and stroke up, and even though her
ass was just about screaming at her by now, she knew she didn't have any choice but to do
the same thing all over again in just...
          “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” she yelled again, her eyes scrunched shut and her mouth open wide
as she came, blasting her juice all over the mat yet again.
          It was getting hard for her to focus, and these orgasms were making it difficult to keep
her breath. Her hands tied behind her back were both a mass of pinpricks from her
hyperventilating, and her feet weren't far behind.
          But Quinn was romping along, still going strong and the bastard kept making her come
like a banshee.
          The blonde wrestler knew that her next orgasm was going to be just as powerful as the
last two, and she knew that she couldn't keep it up for much longer, so she began to whisper,
“now... now... now...” to let him know she was at her limit.
          He heard her all right, and he considered whether or not to let her off the hook or to
keep her here until she came so hard she passed out.
          He decided that after her next, he'd let her out of her predicament and untie her,
moving on to more cooperative situations. Shoot, they still have over ten minutes left. There
was plenty more they could do. Maybe he'd see if his cowgirl like having breasts with a nice
erection sliding down her cleavage.
          But for now, he had her poised on the brink and was having to stomp down on his own
body's demand for him to squirt as well.
          He heard her start to shout again, sliding right into her next orgasm right on cue, and
so he relaxed his control but kept moving his hips and bouncing her right into her climax.
          She felt his fat cock begin to jerk in her ass, and...
          “Gahhhhhhhhhh!” she screamed as she squirted impressively... quite impressively
considering it was her third in the last five minutes.
          And just as his cock gave its last contraction, she went quiet and relaxed.
          Her anus also relaxed around him, which was what made him move fast.
He pulled out of her much faster than he would normally after such vigorous anal, but
he had her untied and was laying her down on the mat, concern clear in his voice. He
immediately began checking her vitals, and was relieved to find her pulse strong, steady, and
if anything a little fast... natural, considering she had been in a wrestling match.
          “Dixie, talk to me. Come on, sweetheart... talk to me.”
          Kasumi realized she was falling down on the job.
          “Dixie, can you continue?” she wanted to know.
          Silence.
          Mika looked at the clock and noted, “The contestant is unable to respond, the time
being eighteen minutes, ten seconds into the match.”
          Reiko asked Quinn, “Should we call for an ambulance?”
          But the wrestler's eyes were fluttering open now, and Quinn heaved a sigh of relief.
          “I think she'd okay, but give her a moment.”
          Slowly coming back into focus, she took a deep breath, and then to his surprise,
smiled.
          “Are you okay?” he wanted to know.
          She gave a chuckle, and as she tried to sit up, she answered in a voice loaded with
irony, “Oh, I'm just fine... fer a woman who just had an orgasm that cost her four-hundredthousand
dollars.”
          There wasn't much to say to that.

          The text read: “CLEMETS UNCONSCIOUS AT 18MINS. WINS 100K.”
 