Chapter 5 - On Conditioning: Chapter 5


                                                    On Conditioning

                                                   by Volpone


                                          Chapter 5

          It was well that the Harukinu box was fairly spacious since they had two new members now.
Antares was to Quinn's left now so she could help him with advice should he need it, but as Alkaid was
less familiar with most of the rest of the team, she was more comfortable sitting in back and trying to
be inconspicuous. She still harbored a hidden fear that she would end up back under the thumb of
Black's minions because she correctly didn't trust Oboro as far as she could toss an orc.
          Quinn had anticipated a day off without a Taimanin competitor, so he was a bit surprised when
the cute, blonde, glasses-wearing Bellatrix was announced as coming up for her bout. Fortunately it
was Nova rather than himself or Verita who ended up facing the arena champion Snake Lady as
challenger first. It wasn't until the buxom blonde super with the bobbed haircut rose to move to the
arena's dais that Quinn leaned over and told her, “Just so you know... she's futanari.”
          Nova was unfamiliar with the term.
          Unable to take the time to come up with a genteel way of phrasing it, he simply said, “She's got
a dick... or at least part of the time she seems to. The Records seem to be inconclusive on the point.”
          Nova actually smiled and shook her head slightly, making her short haircut wave slightly with
the motion. As she moved to the stairs leading to the arena floor, she couldn't help but wonder, Who
has a dick just part of the time?
          The audience clearly didn't know or care about Nova's bafflement. All they knew was that two
beautiful busty females were to battle and they'd undoubtedly see some interesting action no matter
who won.
          As she got to the arena stage, she looked around at the audience, trying to decide how to play
her role. Knowing that the one thing she was certain of was their reacting strongly to anything sexual,
she decided to test the waters a little.
          Her team uniform was cut much like her old superhero uni, though it lacked the cape. Still, it
had the cleavage cut-out that gave onlookers a lovely sight of her fabulous breasts.
          Hmm... what if I do this? she considered.
          Nova took a couple of simple stretches and rolled her shoulders, then after adjusting how the
outfit rode, she reached in through the cut-out and performed a cleavage fluff, adjusting how her
breasts rode in her top, just as any normal woman usually did before opening the door to her date.
          The audience went silent for a moment, then the conversation redoubled and there were
scattered cheers and shouts the nature of which said how they didn't disapprove of her doing whatever
she liked with her chest so long as they got to watch.
          The hardest part of the fight for Nova was in not appearing to be as strong as she actually was.
She could have dropped the arena champion in moments, but Nova understood how things had to look,
and how the crowd had to be appeased. It was fortunate for her she had spent a lot of time since
joining Phoenix practicing how to act as a normal woman in most circumstances she would likely find
herself in. One of the things she had practiced with uncommon vigor was how to play the submissive.
It entertained her to let someone else be in control in the bedroom because she knew there was no way
it could be forced on her. She was likely as durable as Quinn with his p.a. web and far stronger. As
such, she had practiced very hard on how to slow down and pretend to be vulnerable. It was only when
she faced one of the other women here on the team that she could come close to relaxing and behaving
normally in a bout.
          Looking after her with a critical eye, Quinn had to admit her acting skills were surprisingly
believable. He'd worked with every one of his operatives in training, so he had seen it before, but now
in front of several thousand spectators, she did even better than he remembered her to be.
          They sat and watched as Nova let the Snake Lady control the match. The pale-haired woman
clearly thought she was winning by the smile that continued to get bigger as the match went on. Quinn
recognized some of the moves he had helped Nova develop and was pleased to see that they worked in
practice as intended. She even allowed the arena's warrior to ruin her outfit by giving her a chance to
grab Nova's top by the open panel and ripping it. Nova even looked properly outraged and
embarrassed by her being thus exposed, trying unsuccessfully to keep herself covered while still
putting up some semblance of a defense.
          Quinn heard Adamantina give a slight “Hmph,” as if scoffing slightly. Someone outside their
team might have thought it was the one teammate being disappointed in the showing being made by
another, but he knew it was actually Tina letting herself react to Nova's acting job. They had sparred
often during training, Nova being one of Adamantina's favorite opponents because she was one of the
few individuals she could try her hardest against without fear of either hurting the other... both were
nearly indestructible. The only thing they needed to be concerned with back at Phoenix HQ was how
to avoid damaging the structural integrity of the room they practiced in. Tina (the nickname most often
used for Adamantina) could literally shatter a granite boulder with a single punch, and on the rare
occasion Tina managed to catch Nova off-guard and connect with a well-placed strike, Nova reacted far
less than she did against this much weaker opponent.
          Alkaid gasped when it looked as if Nova were in trouble. She knew what was in store for their
new teammate if she lost, and unlike the members who had come with Quinn, she still didn't know it
was an act since it had been decided none of their new members really needed to know any more than
necessary. It prevented them having to act and made their reactions natural, bolstering the illusion
Quinn hoped to foster.
          Quinn was considering quieting the well-meaning teammate when Antares leaned over and put
a hand on her forearm.
          “She hasn't lost,” her companion reassured her. “No Harukinu has lost yet. Remember that.”
          As if of cue, Nova grabbed her opponent's wrist and pulled her into a judo throw, flipping the
pale-haired Snake Woman and making her land hard. The blonde held onto the wrist and suddenly was
on top of her opponent, both legs wrapped around her arm and the wrist she controlled bent at ninety
degrees. A large swatch of fabric was also held in one of Nova's hands which had just been part of the
Snake Lady's outfit. What this meant was not lost on the audience, and the stands erupted, knowing the
arena champion had lost a large piece from her wardrobe.
          The Harukinu folk expected the arena champion to slap the mat or somehow indicate she was
pinned as Nova had her in a position that would make a normal woman's joints scream for relief.
          A small smile came over the face of the arena's darling, and rather than submit, she did
something and her shoulder and wrist suddenly stopped resisting. It looked as if her wrist had broken
and her shoulder dislocated simultaneously. Nova let go and rolled off, thinking she had seriously hurt
her opponent, but she was barely able to get to her feet when the injured woman sprang up and came
back at Nova as if nothing were wrong, using both arms.
          “Well... now we know why they call her 'Snake Lady',” Quinn observed dryly.
          A normal woman would have been caught unprepared, but Nova had gone through too many
battles with villains who could take more than human punishment. Indeed, she had fought enemies
who had no bones.
          As the smiling serpent-woman dove in to take advantage of the opponent she assumed would be
shocked, she was the one shocked when her striking hand was grabbed and she again found herself
flying over her opponent to slap the mat hard.
          This time, Nova was ready for her slippery prey. The Arena champion might have been both
hyper-extensive and double-jointed, but Nova knew she probably couldn't change the size or shape of
her skull, so the blonde super knelt across the back of the overly-flexible woman's neck, pinning her
face down to the mat.
          Even this wasn't enough to take all the fight out of the arena champion. She swung one foot up
over her back almost like a scorpion stinging and attempted to kick Nova, catching her in the ribs.
          This didn't amuse Nova in the least.
          Catching her by the ankle of the foot that just kicked her, Nova continued to pull the woman's
leg up until her back began to arch and her foot actually touched the floor above her shoulder, bringing
the woman into a somewhat squished oval. Her other foot remained free, but the female pretzel was
smart enough to not make the same mistake twice.
          Nova looked up at the overhead gondola that held both the jumbotron-type screens and the
arena speakers, waiting as if she expected to hear an announcement ending the match, her not seeing
how her opponent could continue thus restrained.
          As she was looking up, the Snake Lady again showed off some of her flexibility. Her left arm
came back in a manner that was most unnatural and while Nova's eyes were aimed upward, the
serpentine fighter's fingers found a flexible portion of Nova's anatomy, namely her nipple.
          Her fingers clamped down and gave a twist.
          While Nova was nearly indestructible, that didn't mean she was insensible, her nipples being a
portion of her which might have been bulletproof but still capable of being abused.
          The crowd cheered, happy to see more flesh and pain meeting.
          Nova still wasn't a shrinking violet. She was, if anything, an exhibitionist. Being topless in
front of an arena of strangers wasn't embarrassing for her, in spite of her earlier acting, but having her
nipple twisted without her consent (she liked to work up to such things gradually with her playmates)
made her decide that enough was enough.
          She slapped the Snake Lady's grasping hand away, then changing her mind, grabbed it and
pulled it back until she could use the woman's flexibility against her and use the arm to help control the
woman's pinned leg, forcing it down on the other side of her body to the mat. She might be flexible,
but she'd need to go as boneless as an octopus to get out of this pose.
          This also gave Nova a good view of the bulge Quinn had warned her was there before the
match.
          I guess it's time to find out just what futanari means, she thought.
          Taking a page from Quinn's playbook, she looked down at the woman now obviously under her
control.
          “Still there?” she asked.
          The Snake Lady gave a grunt of frustration at being unable to free herself, but still didn't
submit.
          Reaching down, Nova grabbed the crotch of her opponent's already damaged outfit and with a
good tug tore it away, revealing that she was indeed a woman with something extra.
          It was interesting to note that combat must have been highly arousing to her (as indeed it was
for all the chaos arena competitors) as she was also fully engorged.
          The crowd had seen the Snake Lady's equipment on several occasions before this as she liked to
fuck the women she defeated in front of the audience. In spite of this, they cheered in anticipation of
something interesting happening.
          Nova didn't have the best view from where she was, but she could still clearly make out an
anus, then a vagina (a bit smaller of lip than most women, but still easily recognizable), followed by an
erection of which many men would be proud.
          There still had been no announcement of her victory, so Nova assumed she needed to make the
woman submit, or make it clear to everyone that the match was obviously over.
          Keeping the woman pinned to the mat by her neck but releasing her arm, Nova shifted around
until she could kneel across her opponent's back. She took the leg that was bent backwards under her
left armpit and reached down to grab the fabric on the back of her other leg, pulling up and forcing the
Snake Lady's other leg back until she could take it under her other arm. When she was done, she had
the arena darling in a back-bend, face and both breasts mashed into the mat as she sat on her, both legs
up and over her back with Nova controlling both of them. This also put the woman's genitals (both
types) clearly exposed beneath the cleavage of Nova's impressive mammaries.
          From the reaction, the crowd clearly approved of what she was doing.
          She was torn exactly which way to proceed until she got an idea...
          Why not both?
          With one hand, Nova stuffed two rigid fingers up (or from her perspective down) her opponent's
vagina, and with the other hand she encircled the engorged rod and pulled slowly but insistently.
          The audience howled both in sympathy and in wild approval.
          The Snake Lady yelled loudly, but she didn't cry or submit.
          “Okay. Have it your way,” Nova muttered.
          And she began to give a double-genital synchronized hand job to the woman.
          After about thirty seconds of this abuse, the Snake lady again yelled out, beginning to fight
against Nova once again, but Nova was not about to let her foe slither out on her again.
          Time for phase two...
          Removing her extremely slick fingers from the wet snatch she had been abusing, Nova shifted
her aim just a bit closer to her body and drove both fingers into the resistant hermaphrodite's asshole.
          Finger banging her ass while rhythmically jerking her dick seemed to be more than the Snake
Lady could ignore. She started to call in a strained voice, “No... no... no... noooooooooooo!”
          And then Nova showed a bit more of her strength. She clamped her arms to her sides to hold
the Snake Lady firmly by the legs, and stood, then dropped her opponent back down but on her
shoulders this time, bending the futanari into a back-bend the opposite direction. A bit more pressure
as she continued to stroke the swelling phallus in her hand, and her opponent's back bent just enough
for Nova to be able to rub the head of the demi-woman's impressive erection across her own lips.
          The arena's former darling spat and squirmed, knowing what Nova intended and refusing to let
it happen as it would be as humiliating as anything she had inflicted on others for the crowd's approval.
          Unaware of how flexible her opponent's spine actually was, Nova didn't intend to put more
pressure when she might actually do some permanent harm. That didn't mean she intended to let her
snakey foe avoid what was coming.
          Nova shifted her grip and again took the Snake Lady around the base of her male equipment
and pulled. The audience moaned loudly at the sight, many wincing but most were cheering on the
action, never seeing as much pain as they truly wanted, and they seemed to want the Snake Lady to
hurt.
          The arena champion gritted her teeth, trying to hold out, but Nova put a bit more pressure (this
was something she knew would cause her foe to either submit or cry out, and either one would
accomplish what she wanted,) and as she expected, the futanari opened her mouth to cry out...
          And Nova stuffed the top three inches of hard prick into the former champion's own mouth.
          Shifting her grip again, Nova stuffed her fingers hard into the warrior's exposed anus and ground them
in hard.
          The result was gratifying as cum immediately erupted from around her lips, and the Snake
Lady's eyes rolled up and lost all focus, going ahegao as she lost all control.
          And then Nova got an unexpected surprise as ejaculate also fountained from her opponent's
cunt, up between Nova's incredible breasts and catching her on the chin and lower face.
          With a sputter, the blonde super let go of her opponent and stood away, dropping the Snake
Lady unceremoniously onto the mat where she flopped, another blast of cum spraying from her but this
time landing several feet away from the defeated half-woman. She lay there oblivious, a look of
mindless ecstasy on her face, and twitched for several moments as the last cum oozed from her
deflating erection.
          Nova picked up the scrap of fabric from her defeated opponent's outfit and wiped herself off
briefly, then dropped it onto the face of her foe as the blonde walked calmly from the raised dais,
stepped easily to the floor of the arena and walked back to her teammates, not even deigning to wait for
an announcement.
          It was slow in coming, but when the arena began chanting, “Winner! Winner!”, Oboro had no
choice but to announce, “Victory for Team Harukinu! Nova of Harukinu will meet Bellatrix of Team
Taimanin in the finale!”
          A representative of the arena suddenly appeared in the Harukinu box, and Swallow and
Adamantina were between him and the rest of the box's residents instantly.
          “Pardon, Harukinu-san... but Black-sama wishes to know if you wish Snake Lady as a member
of your team?”
          Quinn stayed in character and so didn't even bother to look back as he addressed the lackey.
          “An interesting fighter, to be sure, but after being humiliated in such a fashion, I believe I
cannot trust her to properly represent our organization.” And he waved a hand in dismissal, indicating
both his opinion of the fighter and sending the lackey off with his message.
          Nova was now back to the box and she reached for the bag each member of the team carried,
pulling out a towel and wiping her self off more thoroughly than she was able to before, then brought
out an undamaged outfit. She didn't bother to look for a dressing room, the crowd having seen
everything they wanted already. Pulling the tight-fitting outfit over her magnificent chest and then
shaking her hair out, Quinn told her, “Nicely done.”
          Moving abruptly, she crossed to where Quinn sat and grabbing him by the face, she gave him an
unexpected and wet kiss. She didn't drag it out, and when she sat, her face was again an unemotional
mask.
          Leaning forward, Swallow whispered in Quinn's ear, “I think someone expects t'get laid when
this is ovah.”
          Nova muttered sotto voce, “If the next one also has a dick, you aren't making it out of the box.”
          “I think you're safe,” Quinn told her in an equally quite tone.
          Her pithy reply was, “You're not.”

          Once the match between Nova and the representative of the Taimanin faction was announced,
Quinn watched the odds board for just a moment before he sent the message to Columbina, ::Don't
bother to bet on this one, bella. The odds aren't worth it.::
          She responded, ::I felt that was likely the case. When the opening odds are posted at five-to-one
in Nova's favor, I didn't feel you would want to bother.::
          By the time the the fight came around, the odds had dropped to a ridiculous ninety-nine-to-one.
It seemed that no one had any confidence after the job Nova had done on her previous competitor, and
even the more optimistic gamblers were growing wise. This was something Quinn was going to have
to consider carefully or the chances were that Black would decide the finances of the bouts weren't
worth it.
          Fortunately, Bellatrix was too preoccupied to look at the odds board. She was a trained shinobi
and she was studying her opponent from the moment she was brought to the stage.
          Quinn had to admit that as far as shinobis went, Bellatrix was about as incongruous an anti-demon
ninja as he'd seen. She struck him more as somebody's idea of a sexy librarian who was into
cosplay. She wore long blonde pigtails restrained by red and white frilly hair bands. Her hair hung all
the way to her shapely ass, and she even wore red wire-rimmed glasses over her very green eyes to
complete the librarian illusion. Her ninja outfit was like spray paint in red and dark fuchsia with white
accents, fishnet panels here and there used to add to the sexy nature of the ensemble. On top of it all,
she had a bust naturally equivalent to Terry's after it had been enhanced, Bellatrix's puffy nipples
blatantly outlined through the skin-tight fabric of her outfit.
          He could tell she was fighting the affects of the conditioning drugs, but she was still an
intelligent woman who knew she needed to be smart in this battle or she'd be beaten badly.
          Then she reached down and picked up an item that had been out of sight until now...
          A long whip lined with wicked-looking thorns.
          She loosened the whip and took a couple of practice snaps with it, looking entirely too at home
with the nasty weapon, and it was entirely possible that it was enhanced in some manner beyond simply
being a nasty piece of work to begin with.
          And Nova was bare-handed.
          Clearly Oboro wasn't against stacking the odds in order to bring things back into balance in the
onlooker's mind.
          “Antares,” he asked, “what do you know about her?”
          Terry shook her head.
          “I can't tell you much. She wasn't part of the ones I know from before, but it's rumored she was
sold to Black for the arena by another underworld boss.”
          Bellatrix took another try with the whip and the crack sounded clearly to the back of the arena.
          His eyes went up to the odds board and he watched as the numbers began to drop...
          80-to-1...
          65-to-1...
          40-to-1...
          15-to-1...
          Back to 5-to-1...
          4-to-1...
          He suddenly had a thought.
          ::Collie, darling, go ahead and put a million yen on Bellatrix, if you would.::
There was a notable pause, which was the smart-ship's version of “Are you out of your fucking
mind?!”
          ::Did you mean to tell me to bet on Nova? Or are you planning on having Nova throw the
match?::
          ::No, dear... nothing so extreme as that. We simply want to help those odds even out so Black
won't be upset if Nova wins.::
          Relieved to discover her beloved protein partner wasn't having a stroke incident, she responded,
::I understand. Wager placed.::
          2-to-1...
          3-to-2...
          Oboro let things drag out until the crowd began to grow restless.
          She finally call an end to bets when the odds hit 5-to-4 in Nova's favor simply because to draw
things out any further would have likely led to a riot. The crowd was more than a bit anxious to see
these two top-heavy women go at it with so much pulchritude just waiting to be degraded, and they
wanted to see it now!
          The two women squared up opposite each other, and then Oboro's voice cracked the
anticipation.
          “Begin!”
          Nova could have certainly been on the shinobi faster than she could bring the whip into play,
but not without exposing her true ability, and she knew that would shoot their chances of Black
continuing to play nice.
          And so she waited.
          Nova did her best to judge the reach of the whip, but Bellatrix wasn't one to help her opponent
with that kind of information. The Taimanin knew that she would be at her most vulnerable
immediately after striking, so she wasn't about to crack the whip in an attempt to simply intimidate her
foe. She didn't look like the kind to be intimidated easily anyway.
          Nova tried to get Bellatrix to strike by moving in close enough to be within range, but retreated
rather than give her a sitting target, knowing no normal fighter would give that opportunity.
          Finally, Nova moved in quickly, then tried to backpedal as the shinobi's arm rose, but Nova's
foot slipped and she went down to one knee before she could retreat fast enough.
          Crack!
          A long split appeared in the Harukinu uniform, running from high on the left shoulder to the
cut-out. If it weren't for the stretchy nature of the fabric, Nova would have had one breast exposed, but
as it was, she showed much more of her magnificent chest than previously.
          The audience applauded, happy to see some action rather than just more dancing.
          The shinobi looked like she was about to strike again, but something strange happened and it
looked as if she had a twinge in her shoulder that stopped her from snapping the whip properly, leaving
it laid out on the surface of the stage and leaving herself exposed to attack.
          Nova seized the moment and started forward quickly (or it appeared quickly for those who
didn't know her true speed), but when she was about two-thirds of the way to Bellatrix, the ninja sprang
back and drew the whip with her faster than Nova could move, the last third of the whip snapping into
the Harukinu's path.
          There was no snap this time, but a long series of tears appeared in her outfit and she retreated
out of range.
          Then Quinn spotted the blood.
          An ordinary whip would have done nothing to Nova, but clearly this weapon was not ordinary
as a set of four perfectly parallel cuts appeared running from high on her left rear cheek up at an angle
onto her lower back. Her costume pulled back due to its stretch, leaving her exposed from her ribs to
her boot tops on the left side of her back. Blood welled from the cuts but didn't run freely, so Quinn
knew the damage was superficial.
          It still didn't bode well because it shouldn't have happened at all.
          The audience hooted their approval, several thousand voices strong.
          Quinn had no idea how Nova would take this new state of affairs. It would be a natural reaction
to get angry enough to forget acting and use her super-human abilities to put a quick end to things.
          What she did surprised even him.
          Reaching up, she grabbed her outfit and without taking her eyes off her opponent, she pulled it
down and off, leaving her in nothing but boots and gloves, wrapping the remains of her costume around
her right forearm.
          Clever girl, he thought, thinking he knew what she intended.
          The crowd decided this was their kind of entertainment and roared their approval.
          Now they had a show! They almost never had truly naked fighters, and never by their own
actions.
          Nova moved into whip range and Bellatrix obliged by giving another snap, then as Nova backed
away just inches out of reach, she reversed directions, moving faster than before.
          Bellatrix seemed ready for this as she didn't even let the whip rest before she had snapped it
back into action right into the oncoming Nova.
          Not this time, sweetie.
          Nova raised her arm and swung it into the path of the whip intentionally, making it wrap around
her forearm twice before running out of length. She took another hitch in the whip, and Quinn
suppressed a wince as he saw the sharp thorns dig in, blood darkening the fabric around her wrist.
          Then Nova gave a shout as she yanked and Bellatrix was pulled off her feet before she could
release the whip, going onto all fours on the stage.
          Before the buxom shinobi could regain her feet, Nova was on her and had her in a choke hold,
straddling her back and lifting her back to her feet.
          Game over, was Quinn's though.
          Bellatrix was about as tall as Nova, but when she couldn't get her feet beneath her successfully,
it didn't matter. Both her hands tried to pull away Nova's forearm, but there was no chance for her now.
          Nova decided, Time to give them a real show.
          Her other hand came around and grasped the collar of the shinobi's outfit and yanked
downwards with a forceful movement, and the costume parted along the middle seam, both of the
ninja's abundant breasts bouncing free.
          The pseudo-librarian was naturally much more concerned with not being able to breathe and
continued to try to free herself from Nova's iron grip rather than protect her modesty.
          The roar in response was impressive even by arena standards. (Then again, so were Bellatrix's
magnificent mammaries.)
          Nova didn't make it obvious but eased up on her arm tension enough to prevent her opponent
from passing out. That would disappoint the fans too much.
          Besides, that whip had hurt.
          “My goodness... look at these,” she taunted, reaching around and shaking one of Bellatrix's
breasts. “I'm surprised you can walk with these in the way.”
          And she took the breast and lifted it... by the nipple.
          Bellatrix's mouth dropped open wide and her eyes matched, trying to gasp but not making more
than a slight squeaking sound.
          Nova proceeded to bounce her new toy by the handle she'd found, and the shinobi's tongue
started to loll out.
          And as her face went mindless in pleasure, ejaculate squirted all over the stage.
          She almost certainly didn't even register it when Nova taunted her with, “My my! Aren't we the
fun little trollop?”
          Releasing her grip on the woman's neck, Nova took the ecstatic blonde by both nipples, holding
her up by them.
          The lovely green eyes rolled high in her head, and the blonde simply stood there and came.
          The puddle at their feet was growing larger, and the audience was going berserk at the
incredible show.
          Well, they can't complain if I finish things now.
          Releasing the ninja, the orgasmic woman dropped to all fours, panting as she tried to regain
some shred of control, but Nova was done with this.
          Reaching down, she grabbed the back of the shinobi's outfit, gathering it into her gloved hand,
and she lifted, bringing her busty plaything completely off her feet, hanging there in Nova's grip.
          And Nova lifted and dropped her weight, basically bouncing the woman using her uniform as
strings for her puppet and putting tremendous tension on the limp blonde's vagina, drawing the crotch
up tight between her thighs.
          Bellatrix's ahegao look didn't change, but a massive deluge of her cum squirted right through
the crotch of her outfit as she shook and climaxed.
          Nova let her down until her knees touched the stage, then dropped the erotically overloaded
female to the stage. She walked over and gathered up the spiked whip and looped it over her shoulder
like a trophy as she strode easily off the stage.
          The response from the audience was thundering.
          “No-va! No-va! No-va!”
          She took her seat in the Harukinu box and leaned back, not even bothering to cover herself as
she gave a small, smug smile as the arena shook with her name.
          She knew she'd be even more popular if she did what she wanted to do to Quinn at this moment.

          Less than five minutes after the team had returned to their quarters, Nova had Quinn half naked
in his quarters, her lips noisily sliding down his cock again and again as she proceeded to orally rape
him... or such might have been the case had he not been every bit as willing as the beautiful blonde
super.
          She'd paused just long enough to get some skin-seal on her scratches and small wounds, and the
moment she was cleaned up enough, she'd been pulling Quinn into private. She felt she deserved a bit
of a reward for her acting job... especially when her acting had gotten her into this mood.
          It was strange for Quinn to see the woman who was so dominant in the arena being so
demandingly submissive now that they were in private. She sheathed him again and again, taking him
tight so that her nose pressed into the skin of his abdomen each time she swallowed him down, clearly
wanting him to paint her tonsils.
          Had he not expected something of the sort, he might have given her exactly what she wanted
without holding out. But this was all part of the game they had fallen into. Quinn and Nova were both
amazing physical specimens, and each time she tried to make him lose control and cum rapidly, and
each time he would let her push him to the edge and then short-circuit his orgasm reflex so that he
could continue longer.
          She pulled him out of her throat and with a wicked grin, she moved down and drew her tongue
under his scrotum, looking up at him as she smiled. Running her tongue up the length of him and
flicking off the end, she returned to the base and proceeded to pay lavish attention to his balls.
          “Bastard,” she called him affectionately. “I thought I had you this time. What happened?
Didn't you like the show I gave you earlier?”
          “You were fantastic,” he told her honestly. “I'm simply not terribly into hermaphrodites.
Sorry.”
          “What about schoolgirl librarians? Hmm? You didn't think she was cute in a 'whip me, beat
me, make me cum' kind of way?
          “It doesn't matter,” she informed him, taking him by the erection and moving to the bed,
divesting him of his kilt as they went. “You owe me for earlier, even if you didn't find the show
entertaining.”
          Holding him in position with a hand on his hip, she reclined on the bed so that she was looking
up at him from beneath his rigid member.
          Knowing what she wished, he smiled and depressed his erection so that it was aimed at a
downward angle now. Nova smiled and opened her mouth like a baby bird about to be fed.
          He proceeded to feed her quite well.
          As he flexed his hips and slid his hard-on down her eager gullet, he explained casually, “I didn't
say that I wasn't entertained. I simply said I'm not into partners with a dick. But concerning busty
young bookworms in glasses who like a bit of rough play...”
          And he continued to run his cock fully down the fabulous blonde's throat as she bent back and
her hands found his hips, urging him on.
          Nova loved playing the wanton with him. Each time he was able to see her face, her eyes were
on his and smiling devilishly.
          Each time his cock cleared the back of her throat, she would start to make a noise, but with her
lips tight around his shaft and her tongue likewise occupied, all she would manage was a wet kind of
guk in time to his withdrawing cock before he would push forward and she would swallow him down
to the root again.
          “guk-guk-guk...”
          Behaving as if they were carrying on a conversation rather than his performing a monologue, he
went on to say, “It's not as if I didn't think you acquitted yourself admirably up there, but it wouldn't
have looked right for me to push that pretty face of yours down into my lap as soon as you got back
into the box... even if the thought had crossed my mind.”
          Nova's fingernails scratched playfully at his hips, indicating how she approved of his impure
thoughts, especially as it was precisely the thought that had crossed her mind at that moment, too.
          “guk-guk-guk...”
          Nova was beginning to shift on the bed some now, not trying to change positions or anything
but unable to hold still when her body wanted more. Her fantasy was to get Quinn time-looped back
twice so that she could have three of him at once take her by all three orifices.
          Going air-tight with Quinn, she thought. Now that would be fun.
          The idea was so vivid she urged him on more emphatically, wanting him to give her what she
wanted.
          Reading her behavior, Quinn knew that she was getting ready but he also knew she could take a
lot more before she was tipped over the edge. Looking at her on the bed, he couldn't help but look at
her incredible chest. Any “normal” woman with a chest the size of Nova's (say their new recruit
Bellatrix with her Jessica Rabbit build) would be sagging off to the sides quite badly when laying on
her back so, but Nova's magnificent breasts barely sagged at all but rather centered themselves as if
challenging gravity to try to make her look unattractive. Atop each amazing globe was a perfect rosy
confection standing tall which Nova was especially proud of, namely her nipples. Quinn was
especially fond of them himself because they were such ideal pleasure receptors.
          Nova was almost indestructible, but as pointed out before, she was far from insensitive where
her nipples were concerned. It was quite possible that Quinn could have lifted her completely off the
bed by them, and Nova would have just enjoyed it more. It was one of the reasons she had behaved as
she had with Bellatrix in front of the crowd, and why she was totally prepared for her reaction to it.
          “Well, you really did do a wonderful job today, so let's see if I can't do something in
appreciation...” and his fingers closed tightly onto the lovely pink prominences... and he lifted.
          Just as he'd hoped, the buxom blonde whose mouth was joyfully swallowing his cock gave a
loud but muffled cry, and she pulled his hips tight to her face, forcing every bit of him down her greedy
throat as she came and came wonderfully.
          She spasmed and as she held him tight to her face, slapped at his hip to tell him to stop holding
out on her.
          Quinn gladly relaxed the neural block that had been holding his orgasm in check, and she felt
the thick rod in her throat swell and then buck.
          She pushed him back so that she could clear her throat and enjoy his cum on her tongue, and
she bobbed her head frantically as she sucked madly at the top several inches of him, finally giving
voice to the climax shaking her as she coaxed every bit of Quinn's cum into her lascivious mouth.
          Without swallowing all of the slick, hot semen filling her cheeks, she proceeded to take him
down to the root, then pull back until she could moan again, only to run him deep again, the semen held
in her mouth making him slide down all that much easier. She swallowed as she deep-throated him and
the muscles lining her throat pulled at him as if urging him to cum again, then after a moment's pause
swallowed again. Finally, she pushed him back so that he was again clear of her throat, and gave a
kind of whinny as another shiver of climax sped through her, and she swallowed as she ran him down
her throat one last time, the semen in her mouth sliding down her throat around his cock.
          He let her hold him there until she indicated he could move, and he withdrew from her mouth.
Before he could move far, she hooked one hand behind him and held him close. Taking his
two-thirds erection by the base, she pulled him over her and held out her tongue so she could slap him
against it several times as she grinned up at him with the wickedest of expressions.
          “I fucking love doing that,” she told him with a deep throb to her voice.
          “And you do it so well,” he responded, and gave her a wink to tell her how inadequate his
praise was compared to what was deserved.
          Rubbing her face against his still deflating cock, she asked him, “So... how long before you're
up for round two? I had this idea of having three of you all at once, and I'm still turned on by it.”
          “Really?” he wondered aloud. “And which three are you interested in? I'm sure I can make
room for a couple of friends, so long as I'm one of them.”
          Snaking her tongue out and running it up the front of him, she replied, “You're not one of
them... you're all three of them.”
          Considering, he replied with a “Hmm.”
          Laughing, she told him, “Don't even think about it! I know how seriously they frown on
meeting yourself in time. If they knew you were even considering it, they'd have a collective heart
attack.”
          Running his finger sensually down her cheek until she caught it and brought it to her lips (she
certainly seemed to be orally fixated this evening), he told her, “I wasn't thinking about looping back. I
was thinking that I've actually done something similar on the holodeck during one of my recruiting
runs, if you're truly interested.”
          Realizing he was serious, Nova got an evil look in her eye but said, “Let's hold that in reserve
for now. I want to see if thinking about it when I have you... elsewhere is as much fun.”
          Ah... so that's what she has in mind.
          “I'm curious to see as well,” was what he said. He understood that sex had a substantial crossover
from pain receptors, and as Nova was far less susceptible to pain than a normal human female, he
could see how activities which might be much more uncomfortable to other women were necessary for
her to experience the same level of stimulation.
          Nova took this as meaning he was ready, so she went back to seeing how fast she could get him
hard.
          It was humorous that for a woman with such breasts and nipples, Nova seemed a bit reluctant to
engage in paizuri. It wasn't that she never did, but it was less frequent than other acts she seemed to
perform. Perhaps it was that she didn't want to become “just a pair of amazing tits” to them... as if that
were possible. Still, it was clear there was something about it she didn't feel as completely at ease with,
so he didn't push, always letting her chose when they did.
          It was also somewhat disappointing to Quinn that Nova had a harder time climaxing during
regular vaginal penetration. Oral and anal were all very well, but they were often more exciting as
exceptions rather than as the normal fare. If he did engage her in missionary sex, he needed to be sure
he provided her with additional stimulation to achieve the results he was known for in bed if he didn't
want to call on his neural induction Talent.
          But Quinn couldn't fault Nova's talent at cock-sucking. She was amazing. Her eager approach
made it hard to resist, and Quinn had heard a couple of other males around Phoenix comment how
exceptional she was in this regard, so he wasn't alone in his opinion.
          Looking down at the exquisite blonde lavishing attention on him in an effort to get him ready
again (he didn't use his trigger word when he knew his partner enjoyed getting him there as much as he
did), Quinn couldn't help but smile in response to her wanton grin.
          Since he didn't try to draw things out, it took her only a minute to have him ready again in spite
of his having had a very enjoyable orgasm just a few minutes before.
          To his surprise, in the midst of Nova licking at his junk, she said aloud, “Collie darling? Would
you be a dear and give us some lube, please?”
          The voice of his smart-ship partner replied, “Of course, Nova. My pleasure. And his, too, I'm
sure.”
          He told the blonde with his cock in her mouth, “You're corrupting my favorite girl.”
          She slowly slid him from her lips with a pop and said, “I'd think twice about saying something
like than when it's my mouth you're enjoying.”
          Shrugging, he told her honestly, “What can I say? I spend more time with her than any of my
wives.”
          “Another sore point,” she told him, though she ran her tongue sensually up the front of him
showing she wasn't too upset. “I don't hear you offering to make an honest woman of me.”
          And she proceeded to take him down to the root.
          “Well, I admit there are serious advantages to the suggestion,” he replied, and he was gratified
when she actually gave a small choke as she tried to laugh while she was throating him.
          “Don't do that. You know I can't suck cock and laugh at the same time,” and she went back to
the former.
          “Nova-licious, if it were solely up to me, you know I'd have you as a wife in a heartbeat, but
I've got nine co-husbands to consider.”
          “And fourteen co-wives, too,” she added, rubbing him around her face and slapping him against
her tongue again. “I probably get you in bed as often as any of them, so I don't really see the point.”
          “Probably more often than Tamara and Ishtar, but to return to our main topic, wasn't there
something else you were getting me ready for?” he reminded her with a smile.
          “I can't help it if you get me distracted. You just have such a nice cock for sucking.” She looked
it over admiringly, then laid her wet tongue flat and drew it up from balls to tip. “And you're so
responsive. It makes a girl feel appreciated.”
          “Well, I must admit I appreciate that,” indicating what she was doing.
          “Let's see if you appreciate this as well,” she said, and began smearing a layer of lube over his
rigid tool.
          Moving around so she was on her back and her delightful derriere was aimed in his direction,
she asked, “Would you care to help me out as well, sport?” as she lifted her legs up high to each side of
her chest. It was the only position she'd found where she had all her prime erogenous zones exposed to
him where she could still watch his reactions, which for Nova was at least half the fun. Being an
exhibitionist at heart, she also had a healthy dose of voyeurism to compliment this quality in regards to
others.
          Taking the lube container and applying a tablespoon or so to his fingers, he replied, “You're
wish is my command,” and he began rubbing the lube around her anus, then ran two fingers inside and
began moving them around, letting her relax the muscles with his assistance.
          She gave a profound, “MMMmmmm,” as his fingers began working their magic. “I do love a
man who knows his way around there.”
          “You just love anything that involves getting you off, don't you?”
          “And you find something wrong with that?” she challenged, giving a pleased gasp as he gave a
particularly rough twist inside her back entrance.
          “Not at all,” he admitted. “You know my philosophy: so long as it doesn't involve former food,
involve blood or hospitalization, and doesn't involve those unable to give reasoned consent, I'm for
whatever gets you there.”
          “For a man who's getting ready to fuck my ass, you sound so academic.”
          While Quinn wasn't big on expletives in bed, he couldn't fault her since it seemed to be part and
parcel of her sexual persona and seemed to excite her more. As such, it fell under the “whatever gets
you there” heading.
          Getting the head of his cock aimed properly, he replied, “You sound disapproving,” just before
he pushed forward hard and impaled her with the full length of his hard prick.
          She gave a loud “AH!” that straddled the border between pleasure and pain, then found her
rather unsteady voice and told him, “I don't disapprove of that,” indicating his forceful use of one of
her more sensitive spots.
          Leaning forward so he could push her legs down beside her torso and bend her into a more
submissive posture, he began thrusting into her stretched anus with rather savage movements, knowing
that he needed to be more extreme with someone as durable Nova to get her where she needed to go.
          “Ohhhhhh... fuck yeah...” she cooed throatily.
          “Glad you approve,” he replied unnecessarily. “What about this?”
          He got his forearms against the back of her legs, letting her support him easily while still giving
him full access to her back door, he bent at the wrists and too hold of her delightfully erect nipples so
he could pull on them to give himself more leverage.
          She stretched a bit but nothing like a typical human would, and she gave a hearty moan of
pleasure at the pressure he put on her. The way he managed to get enough tension without neglecting
other things...
          Her moan quickly rose into a cry as she shook, having a small but nice orgasm already.
          “What? Is that all?” he asked her with a smile, sounding insulted at the piddling quality of her
climax.
          Knowing full well it was only the first of many, he pulled more forcefully and started to move
harder, slapping a cap on his own rising orgasm so he could do what was needed for this exquisite
creature and her wanton ass.
          And he started to fuck her hard enough to shake the bed.
          “There's my sweetheart,” she told him, clearly approving of his actions.
          It took him less than a minute of giving her this kind of anal punishment before she gasped and
came again, biting her lower lip and shutting her eyes as the heat lightning coursed through her.
There wasn't much he could do to step up his game since Nova took most everything he had just
to get herself there, but it was fortunate that once she was peaking, it wasn't that difficult to get her to
the next crest, and then again until she was close to having one long continuous orgasm.
          There were advantages to be a super-heroine.
          Her kept her coming for better than five minutes by pounding her ass as he yarded on her elastic
nipples, and he figured there wasn't anything more to hold out for.
          He didn't bother to give her any cheesy dialog to let her know he was about to pop, but she
could tell just the same. Quinn couldn't hide his reactions worth a damn to any woman sharing his bed,
and the woman who missed his signals just wasn't at the same party with him.
          She listened for that wonderful growl she loved so, and when it arrived she knew it was just a
matter of moments before he was going to come, but she was already there and there was almost
nothing she could do to give herself more pleasure...
… well, almost nothing.
          Nova levered her legs up a bit, lifting Quinn several inches so she could get a hand down
between them and reach her clit which she started rubbing rapidly, just needing him to be there with her
to have her best orgasm of the night.
          “Trade you,” he hissed, moving her hand up to her own nipple and then putting his thumb over
her clit, and as his cock began to fill her ass with his cum, he pressed hard.
          She felt both the slick warmth in her rectum and how he mashed her erect clit against her pubus,
and she bucked in response and almost lost control which would have launched Quinn completely off
the bed (and likely through the wall) but instead she drove her fingers through the surface of the
mattress beneath them and rrrrriiiiiiiiiipppppp!!!
          She cried out and squirted, and he felt her ejaculate blast his hand like a power washer, and she
shook and moved the entire bed with both of them on it. Then she arched up and did it again.
And finally she fell back against the ruined bed, panting hard and smiling hugely, looking all
the world like the happiest female on the planet.
          “What was that you said about marriage earlier?” she asked with a chuckle.
          He joined her laughter and replied, “I think I said I didn't want to share you. If I didn't, I should
have.”
          “Right answer,” she told him, and pulled him down to give him a very gratifying kiss.


