Chapter 2 - On Dominance: Rainbow Mika


                                                     On Dominance
                                                        by Volpone

                                              Chapter 2: Rainbow Mika


          The following day was the first challenge match, and all the participants were there in plenty of
time. Rainbow Mika was in her classic blue wrestling outfit, with Reiko, Kasumi and Christie in
slightly more “street” attire. Quinn had chosen to wear his traditional kilt without shirt or shoes, giving
his opponents little to grab hold of.
          All four women watched him with interest. They found it interesting that he didn't bother to
bind back his long hair, either with a headband of some sort or at least some form of tie to keep their
hair from their own eyes, as most fighters would.
          Christie decided to voice the question, curious to see if it was vanity or some other reason.
          “No headband?” she asked in her Brazilian dialect.
          He proceded to do a bit of stretching as he replied off-handedly, “This is supposed to simulate a
fight, not a match. I doubt if a criminal would give me a chance to tie my hair back before attacking.”
          “But they're going to give you a chance to get out of your coat and shirt and into a kilt?” She
seemed amused by what seemed such a glaring hole in his logic.
          He gave an easy shrug and continued it into a slow stretch that looked something like a tai chi
movement, limbering his shoulders as his arms moved in graceful arcs over his head.
          “There's also a small chance they might catch me in nothing at all, so this seemed a reasonable
compromise,” he replied, not looking at her though he clearly was fully engaged in the conversation.
          “And it has nothing to do with that 'erotic contact' rule?” she asked, clearly not buying his
reasoning.
          He simply grinned mischievously as he continued his brief warm up.
          Mika climbed into the ring and did some stretches as well, using the ropes to help her stretch
out, though she had done a thorough warm-up before coming out to the ring as any competent
professional would.
          He didn't make her wait long, and he gave her what looked to them all to be a Japanese bow of
sincere respect, about what a master might give to a visiting master of equal or greater standing, before
indicating she should begin any time she felt prepared.
          “Time,” he commented as his opponent fell into stance before moving towards him cautiously,
and Kasumi started the match timer that the three observers could all see.
          She opened with a simple move, trying to shoot in low and catch him by the knees before he
could retreat out of range.
          He was quicker than she expected as he moved back as quickly as she lunged, giving her
nothing to grab as he danced and circled back to his right and out of her reach.
          It was an indication of how the match was going to go. He proved very quickly that he was no
dilletant. She tried several things to see if he had any obvious weaknesses or tendencies, but he was
clearly faster than she was and fully aware of his position every moment as she could never put him in
a corner. Once she thought she had him with no place to go, his back almost to the turnbuckle, but as
she lunged she discovered he was an acrobat as well when he somehow got his feet up onto the second
rope and used the spring to help launch himself completely over her attack, doing a full twist and flip as
he landed easily facing her and was halfway across the ring before Mika could even turn to face him
again. It was an amazing stunt and made his status as an opponent go up several notches in all their
estimations. If Mika hadn't been so obviously flummoxed by this, the observers might have suspected
her of helping him set up the move in advance.
          To cover her being caught so unsuspecting, Mika was tempted to taunt him about his being so
accomplished at running away, but then she reminded herself she got a bigger prize the longer the bout
lasted, so she kept her mouth shut.
          He was obviously not afraid of her. His avoidance was never panicked. On more than one pass
he touched her just enough to use her momentum to carry her just beyond reach, like a matador with a
bull. He had the advantage of quite a few inches both in leg and arm and used them to keep himself out
of trouble on a half dozen occasions. He was studying her, and without using his reach advantage he
would have to burn more energy than Mika to do so.
          In spite of this being a serious match, all four ladies found themselves watching Quinn with
growing enjoyment. He didn't bob or shift like a fighter, but he moved almost as if he flowed through
some kind of extended kata he and Mika had practiced many times. And he didn't look angry or
mocking or any of the typical expressions professional fighters used, nor even the passive non-expression
of Eastern martial artists.
          It was only later that Kasumi put her finger on how he looked. His mouth was serious but he
smiled with his eyes.
          All four women found him as sexy as hell.
          Then, about two minutes in, he stopped avoiding and suddenly changed tactics, countering one
of her attempts. His going instantly from defense to offence so took her by surprise that she barely
understood how she abruptly found herself bent double, her shoulders pinned to the mat as his shins
held her feet completely over her head. Had they been wrestling, it would have been a pin and the
match would be finished of he held her there for a three count, but as this was a freestyle bout, it didn't
matter.
          However, this put her looking up under his kilt, and in the half-light, she discovered he actually
did dress in Scottish tradition and could make out the large penis dangling just an inch or two from her
face. The sight made her mouth water, and she might have submitted had she not thought of an
interesting way to extend the match.
          He did say erotic contact...
          Quinn felt her tongue caress the head of his cock.
          Mika was more surprised than the observers when he moved and released his pin, urging her to
get up and try again.
          She quickly discovered that having Quinn control the bout wasn't an unpleasant thing.
          Uncomfortable and occasionally humiliating, but also exciting and sexier than anything she had felt
since fighting Zangrief.
          His next “submission” move showed her why he had chosen a ring rather than an octagon. One
moment, she was performing a Shooting Peach on him, but he managed to somehow drop below her
and use her momentum against her, peeling her from the rope and flipping her into a backdrop. She hit
the mat hard, taking most of the impact on her shoulders, but still saw stars for several moments. It
was the most violent thing he'd done so far, but could have been much harsher had he chosen. By the
time she came back into focus, she found he had lifted and positioned her so she was riding the top
rope, one leg on each side, her ankles hooked under the bottom rope and her hands behind her back,
somehow tangled in her outfit. Looking down, she discovered that above her waist, the only thing she
still wore was her mask.
          Quinn stood just a couple of feet in front of her, examining her predicament.
          “Hmph!” he grunted, and he pushed down on the top rope and released it. This dropped her
weight a couple of inches before snapping the rope back firmly against her labia. She gasped and
realized what he was going to do.
          “Interesting spot you've gotten into, hmm?” and he twanged the rope, sending a hard thump
against her crotch once again, followed by a fading vibration that wasn't at all unpleasant.
          Before she could really prepare herself for what she knew was to come, he was slapping his
hand against the rope repeatedly, making it vibrate like a huge piano string and making her clit jump in
response. If it weren't for the tight-fitting panties of her outfit, it might have been a much less pleasant
experience, but he had counted on that.
          He kept her suspended there as she wiggled to try and get free and he twanged his rope marital
aid. It took about a minute before she realized she wasn't going to be able to hold out. She gave
several rising whimpers, then a loud cry as the orgasm she wished she could hide took her.
          One of the observers called out, “Five minutes!”
          Mika was shocked. Only five minutes into the bout?
          Then she was reminded of her situation as he began plunking his magic twanger once again.
          In the back of her mind, she thought, Well, at least I won a bigger part of the purse... and then
the next climax started to rise from within her and she gave herself up to her forced pleasure.
She realized quickly that once he had discovered he could beat her, he lost all interest in
fighting and had turned their bout into an elaborate game of sexual dominance.
          It was a game she found he played very well indeed.
          He kept her there for another five orgasms before he began bouncing her on the rope. Up to this
point it had been somewhat enjoyable. Now it was much less so, but it still made her body react as if
she were being fucked. Her sizable chest bounced with each push of the rope, and Quinn had to admit
they were surprisingly firm for their size.
          He kept bouncing her long enough for her to cry out in climax once again, and just as she came,
he brought his foot down against her boots and somehow freed them from the bottom rope.
          Mika bounced free and landed on her side in the ring, stunned both from the fall and from her
cumming.
          There was a muttered conversation between the observers as they debated if she could go on.
          Christie called out, “Mika? Can you continue?”
          Somehow, she managed to wave one hand to let them know she heard. The truth was that she
wouldn't have quit if she'd been getting nothing for the bout. His strength was so much more than she'd
imagined before the match. He physically dominated her just as Zagrief had, and it was just as
unbelievable. That match had led to the best sex she'd ever known. Now she could only hope for
similar results.
          Quinn had no intention of her leaving the ring disappointed.
          She felt her uniform being peeled off, and as she came back into focus, she realized she was
down to nothing but mask and boots. She felt herself lifted in his arms and experienced a moment of
panic, afraid he would drop her hard, but then realized he was almost cradling her as he stepped back to
the rope and laid her across the top. It wasn't terribly comfortable, but it was too low for him to be
intending to use it against her somehow. The rope held her just at the top of her pelvis as she hung
backward. She felt him relax his hold some, and she realized her boots were hooked over the middle
rope with the bottom rope holding them securely there, stopping her from falling backwards into the
ring and onto her head.
          “Okay, Mika... you can go back to what you were ready to do earlier,” he told her, and as she
looked at him from her inverted position, she saw he had tucked the front of his kilt into his belt,
raising it out of the way and revealing his now erect cock. He moved closer, and Mika closed her eyes,
wet her lips and opened her mouth in invitation.
          He didn't really need one.
          Once she had her lips wrapped around his thick shaft, she put her hands up and grabbed him by
the hips so she could hold on and do a better job of sucking him off without worrying about falling on
her head.
          Quinn, on the other hand, had both hands free now to discover just how wet Mika was. He ran
his fingers through her almost non-existent pubic hair, then over her mound and lips, parting them
easily as she spread her legs to urge him further.
          Not needing any urging, he began to stroke her firmly but gently, using just the right pressure to
regain the flame that had died down for a moment but now was being stoked again.
          All thoughts of the match forgotten, Mika did her best to swallow his cock She moaned loudly
as she reveled in how his erection felt sliding between her lips and against her tongue. She pulled her
cheeks in firmly as she did her best to coax the cum from him, happy to play this kind of game but
eager to get a different kind of reward.
          He teased yet another climax from her, then shifted his grip and took her by her long blonde
pigtails. Taking a firm grip, he followed her rhythm and fed his cock to her as she joyfully caved in her
cheeks and moaned expressively, telling him clearly she wanted him to fill her mouth with his hot cum.
          She thought she was going to get her wish, but he stopped just before she was certain he was
going to squirt his load in her mouth. To her shock, he not only stopped, but disentangled her from the
ropes and carried her to the nearest corner.
          It seemed he had one more trick in store.
          Once again, she felt his hands take her by the pigtails, and he asked, “Ready, Mika?”
          Using her hair as handles, he began to bounce her on his lap, fucking her hard and using the
spring of the ropes to reinforce the motion.
          “Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh...!” she exclaimed as she bounced on ten inches of incredible cock.
          It was the best ride of her life.
          Somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard someone call, “Twenty minutes!”, but she didn't
care. She only cared about the feeling of Quinn's making her soar as he fucked her silly.
          At one point, she felt him begin to stroke even longer than normal. It drove her over the edge
hard, and after she finished cumming, she felt him withdraw completely, only to shift an inch or so and
again lower her down, this time with his hard cock stretching her petite asshole wide until he popped
inside. She exclaimed in both pleasure and pain, and he pulled her down slowly until all twenty-five
centimeters disappeared up her delightful derriere.
          Zagrief had taken her like this and she'd learned how much she loved it then. Having a man
who was strong and masterful... who had just beaten her in the ring and then treat her like their personal
fuck toy was something she'd only known once... until now.
          She lost track of how many times she came. She didn't know the time. She simply knew she
couldn't have stopped even if she had wanted to. She wanted him fucking her ass like this to go on and
on.
          During one incredibly intense climax, she almost passed out, and she could feel the sudden
slickness of his cum as it spilled inside her, making her eyes roll up in her head as she bordered on
passing out.
          As the orgasm subsided, she heard Reiko call out, “Thirty minutes! Mika, do you want to
continue?”
          She felt herself gently lowered to the floor as she collapsed, so exhausted she could barely stay
conscious, let alone respond coherently.
          Quinn took Mika's robe from the corner of the ring where it hung, and gently laid it over her,
letting her stay where she was. He reached out one hand and gently drew his fingers down one side of
her exhausted but smiling face.
          Rising, Quinn turned to the observers and said, “Thirty minutes, no decision. Is that what you
see?”
          All three women looked at their fellow competitor, limp on the mat but looking somehow
incredibly pleased and unbelievably sated, and agreed. They all knew exactly what he had done, but
judging from Mika's expression, they doubted she would have objected to the ruling.
          “She can't continue, but she made it to thirty minutes,” was Christie's observation.
Quinn smiled.
          “Thank you.” He looked fondly down at the limp woman on the canvas and commented, “And
that is what qualifies as 'erotic contact'.”
          He heard Kasumi comment softly to her fellow observers, “He almost makes losing look worth
it.”

          The news of the first result was known to all the competitors within minutes of the end of the
bout. A text message came to each of them: “RAINBOW MIKA MANAGES DRAW WINS 500K”.
          The result made each of them feel more confident up until the moment they heard rumors of the
match through the grapevine.
          It was a tribute to Quinn's judging his challengers accurately that none of them dropped out
before the next round.
