Chapter 11 - On Conditioning: Chapter 11


                                                   On Conditioning

                                                        by Volpone

                                                   Grouping: Flatland
                                                    Continuum: Lilith
                                                Location: Chaos Arena

                                                        Chapter 11

          It was decided among themselves that they needed to begin leaving some of the new recruits at
the residence (with Columbina keeping a remote watch on them by several hidden means both for their
protection and to see than none of them tried to sneak out unescorted where they could be recaptured),
so they decided that in addition to Quinn and the veteran zanni he had along, they would only bring
four new recruits along to the arena on any night. Terry was the most familiar with the other fighters
who might be coming up for the Taimanin team so she was picked as a kind of resident adviser while
the remaining three seats would be by decided by drawing lots. The three seats ended up going to
Chara, Shaula, and Bonita. Quinn had to wonder if the witch had done something to influence the
outcome, but as she did it in a way no one else seemed to suspect, he let it lie.
          As had become the habit, the early rounds were unimportant as they all involved arena
denizens and one human woman who looked (in Quinn's opinion) more at home here below the city
than on its streets. She walked in under her own power so they had to assume she was there of her own
free will, but still she lost her unarmed bout against a female who appeared to be being groomed as
another arena champion wearing a kind of dragon mask. Overall there was nothing to make the match
stand out. The audience seemed to appreciate what the victor did to the loser which involved a lot of
erotic asphyxiation, but still it wasn't anything the team needed to be concerned over.
          They were getting to the featured match of the night, and so Quinn was again curious who
they'd bring out this time. He expected another trainee shinobi like Gemma or Chara, but the
announcement proved his prediction false. He hoped he was wrong as the orcs playing stage hand
set the raised stage with the same kind of large block as during Quinn's first match (the one versus Cat
Lady), a slightly smaller stage-mounted phallus (this one was ivory in color and about a foot and a half
long and a stout three inches in diameter... not the ridiculous one they'd seen the arena champ Power
Woman use on Vega in their educational footage,) and also a tall metal pole about three meters tall
firmly anchored into the stage. The orc placing it shook it and if his two-hundred-plus kilo body didn't
budge it, they could assume it was not coming loose accidentally in spite of not being hooked at the
top.
          Once the stage was set, the announcer called out, “For our feature match, we have an excellent
pairing. Representing the Arena Team, we have a crowd favorite, Larkshasha!”
          The demoness appeared in the Arena showcase above the entrance to their right, and Quinn took
a moment to examine her. She was clearly of infernal origins as she had a red horn rising from her
blonde hair above her forehead. Her skin looked tanned and the irises of her eyes were red like bright
blood. Surprisingly, she was still rather attractive in spite of these peculiarities. She actually looked
more like a human in moderate makeup than the kind of demon they'd seen occasionally here. She
wore a short red jacket or sleeved vest with white cuffs and black leather straps at each shoulder
studded with pointed spikes. Her top was a simple black tank top cropped above the navel that fit her
very full chest tightly (not difficult with an E+ cup and an easy 38 to 40 inch bust line) while the
cropped edge hung loosely around her ribs. The tank top was clearly not very thick fabric as even at
this distance her nipples were poking up blatantly.
          Quinn had her pegged as another arena fighter who enjoyed the prospect of pain and violence,
and he had a brief flare of wondering what he could do to her if he were her opponent. Unfortunately,
unless one of his primary targets such as Vega came up against her, he wasn't in the running since he
and Bolt had both just fought the day before.
          He kept watching Larkshasha, looking her over to see if he could figure anything about her
since Antares seemed uninformed on the subject. The arena's representative seemed fit and somewhat
muscular, similar to the kind of definition both Cat Lady and Snake Woman had shown... not extremely
cut, but still more masculine about the abs and upper arms than he found aesthetically appealing. The
bottom of her outfit was basically a black leather bikini with a belt studded with metal and a flat silver
plaque in front as a buckle. She also wore heavy brown leather gloves and held aloft a heavy, nasty-
looking club with sharp bumps over most of the striking surface, the grip wrapped with white cloth tape
for a better grip. It appeared to have dried blood on it.
          As she turned to acknowledge the audience on the far side from them, Quinn noted her hair
wasn't short as it appeared from the front, but pulled back in a very full ponytail that reached her ass in
back.
          Then she turned to this side and held up another matching club, equally stained.
          “Hmm...” Quinn observed. It was the most he'd let himself react in front of the onlookers, but
the others in the box knew what that meant.
          That's not good.
          The announcement continued, “And facing Larkshasha, we have a new face to the arena.
Recently acquired from another owner, we bring to you the infamous slayer of vampires... Hunter!”
          The moment she was announced, Shaula sat up and almost stood, but Adamantina put a hand on
hers to stop her from this. If Quinn didn't strike the gong to challenge, they were to sit back and watch.
But clearly Shaula was shaken.
          Quinn gave Tina a finger motion, and she leaned over to whisper to their new recruit who sat
back but still looked disturbed over the announcement.
          Over half the audience booed at the introduction of the new fighter, but this was only to be
expected since Black was a known vampire himself and so it wouldn't be a politically wise move to be
too open in supporting her.
          This was another move by Black to see if he could take their team off balance, and at least in
Shaula's case it had worked. The arena owner had imported yet another player from a different venue,
but it was fortunate Quinn had begun planning for such a contingency once Bonita had appeared to
demonstrate the need.
          Quinn let the new combatant take her place on the stage, both to get a good look at her and how
she moved, and to see how she was going to be armed against her demonic opponent and her twin
clubs.
          About that time, the announcer helped him out by explaining to them all, “Of course, we
couldn't very well allow Hunter to bring her special bat along, but we've provided her with a
substitute.”
          There were some laughs from the audience, so clearly there was some inside joke that was
wasted on those unfamiliar with her, but Quinn could only assume they were taking away part of what
made Hunter so formidable an opponent.
          “In addition, we've also been informed by her former owner that while Hunter has not been with
us for long, she's still been treated to a special regimen of exercises that will make her a suitable
competitor here at the arena.”
          This got much more applause and laughter. It was fairly clear that what the announcer was
saying was that she'd been subjected to conditioning by her former captor to make her more sexually
controllable and receptive.
          The new competitor looked moderately in control, but he knew how deceptive that could be.
The drugs used in conditioning the competitors here weren't always obvious. The women never looked
strung out or hyped up. They simply struck Quinn as being a bit... off.
          Before the betting got under way, he studied this new variable in the form of a vampire hunter.
          She was attractive, with red-orange hair worn up in a loose kind of ponytail but it was much
shorter than her opponent's. Her eyes were amethyst purple, and she looked to be in her late teens or
early twenties. Her figure was quite nice... not as extreme as some of their members... he guessed a
36D or so... certainly well enough built to require caution when going home late at night, though from
her appearance Quinn doubted she'd often head home alone if she were in the mood for company. She
had a slight edge to her that he couldn't quite put his finger on, but he knew enough not to let it worry
him. She was a known “good guy” who worked with others to keep the peace between vampires and
humans... or rather she had until recently.
          Her outfit was certainly simple... a black bikini swim top and low-waisted gray denim jeans. At
her hips he could see the straps of what he was betting was a black thong to match her top, and in her
right hand she held a standard American-style baseball bat over her shoulder. If she'd been wearing a
standard baseball cap as well, she'd have looked like a sexy American coed out to play a bit of softball
before taking her lucky male teammate back to the locker room for some “hide the bat”.
          Comparing her weapon to the nasty pair of clubs wielded by her opponent, it didn't exactly look
fair.
          So Quinn reached over and rang the gong.
          “We have a challenge! Team Harukinu challenges for the right to face the vampire slayer,
Hunter!”
          Outside the box it would have gone unnoticed, but Quinn heard a sound from Shaula that told
him she was just short of tears and was grateful he'd acted. He turned slightly so he could see her out
of the corner of his eye. The red-orange hair... the purple eyes... the family resemblance was clear.
          No wonder she'd been so anxious.
          The audience reacted, part cheering and the other portion booing at what they had been thinking
was to be an interesting bout.
          He didn't turn but said, “What do you think, Juno? Is this one down your alley?”
          There was another sound from Shaula, but he didn't even turn to see. There was no way in hell
he was trusting Hunter's rescue to an untried recruit... not when he had six others he knew could do the
job safely.
          Being one of the only two fighters not to be tapped to date, Juno, the tall gen-active blonde,
nodded.
          “I think I've got this one,” she told him and reached over for her preferred weapon of choice, a
customized three-section-staff called a sansetsukon in Japan. She'd been well-trained with it even
before joining Phoenix, and it also worked well with her style of martial arts which was jeet kun do, a
“young” form considering most Asian forms of martial art were many hundreds if not thousands of
years old. Still, Quinn knew she had what it took to do the job, and her staff was probably the only
weapon any of them were fluent with that would stand up to Larkshasha's double clubs. He'd practiced
opposite her using quarterstaff and knew how hard it was to get inside her guard.
          As Juno moved towards the stage, the audience started reacting. She was a tall woman, five
centimeters taller than Quinn and he wasn't short. Add her having legs like a dancer and a chest that
was in proportion to her height, stick her in an outfit of green-and-black diamonds that looked like a
paint job with a plunging neckline and a walk that belonged on a stripper (she'd developed the walk
since joining Phoenix when she learned she needed to be more bold to attract the attention of her male
teammates) and every eye in the arena watched her every move including those of her demonic
opponent.
          Juno didn't posture or give the female facing her any information to use in what to expect. The
only thing the arena fighter knew for certain was that the woman from Team Harukinu was using a
weapon she wasn't used to facing, and was taller and so had a longer reach. It was a good thing she
was confident with her clubs.
          The redhead spun both clubs forward easily, showing off her familiarity with them, seeing if she
would get her foe to do something similar.
          Juno barely looked at her and moved over to the large block and took a seat, looking like she
owned the place.
          The betting was fast and Juno took an early edge in the wagering and never lost it, ending up a
two-to-one favorite by the time bets were called to an end. It looked that in spite of Larkshasha's being
a familiar quantity to the fans, Team Harukinu's reputation was becoming something hard to bet
against.
          Juno intended to uphold the tradition.
          “Begin!”
          The arena fighter charged towards Juno, but she hit the brakes when the blonde from Harukinu
began spinning her staff, the full length about eight feet from tip to tip and its speed was surprising in
how fast she got it moving, thrumming like a helicopter blade.
          Larkshasha knew she had to do something to stop the continual spin of Juno's staff, so she
decided to see if she could angle her club and deflect it with her backhand, giving her a chance to use
her other club to attack.
          The tall blonde moved in closer and the demoness moved in, her left club at a low angle, and
she felt it catch one end of her opponent's spinning staff. Unfortunately, she discovered her club's spiky
design caught too much of the staff's momentum and almost jerked it from her hand with the impact.
          Before she could start back in, her foe already had the staff whipping around, this time she spun it
around her own waist, making a zone of about five feet all around her where the staff would crush
anything in its way.
          This gave the arena fighter an idea, and she fell back in a curve, moving back until she had the
metal pole on the stage at her back, looking as if she'd accidentally trapped herself against it.
          As Juno moved in, her staff whirring fast as it spun, Larkshasha pushed back against the pole
and shifted her back to one side and slipped around the pole so it was between them. This made her
two clubs more effective since they didn't have a section between joining them.
          What happened wasn't what she'd planned. True, the pole stopped the staff from spinning, but
Juno had hoped her opponent would try something like this and simply let her staff slip out so she held
the center portion by one end, the chain between it and the forward portion catching the pole so the
forward section sped round it and almost caught the redhead demoness full on. Only by quick reflexes
did she bring the one club up to catch the impact of the sansetsukon.
          Her feeling of triumph was short-lived because Juno caught the spinning end in her free hand as
it came back around to her and used the bend in her staff as a pivot, bringing her weight around using
the bent staff as two hand-holds and bending her legs so she ended up coming completely around the
pole in a swinging motion feet first just as if she were in a child's swing but moving horizontally. She
caught Larkshasha with both feet in the chest with far more momentum than could have possibly been
expected from a woman who looked to weigh in at under seventy-five kilos (true for an ordinary
woman, but Juno had the added advantage of being able to play with her density and weighed closer to
twice that on impact) and knocked the arena fighter completely off her feet and sailing backward
almost ten feet before landing with a crash, her clubs rolling away in opposite directions as she tumbled
to a stop.
          Stunned, Larkshasha got to her knees and tried to rise, but before she could, she felt the staff of
her opponent catch her around the neck as she put a knee in the middle of her back. Juno had her
between two of the staff sections and was using the chain connecting them as the apex for her leverage.
By pulling the two staff parts together at the back end, she cut off the blood flow to the demoness' brain
with brutal efficiency.
          The crowd was shocked. It was less than two minutes into the bout and the Harukinu clearly
had the arena fighter at her mercy already.
          But Juno remembered Quinn's admonition about keeping the audience entertained and she
eased up before the horned woman passed out.
          “Not yet, dearie,” she chided her victim. “Mustn't disappoint your fans.”
          Keeping her trapped with her staff, clearly in a spot to snap her foe's neck should she choose,
Juno began stripping her fallen opponent... first jacket, then ripping away her flimsy tank top, next the
belt...
          The crowd might have been shocked but they knew they were in for a show all the same, and
thought slow to react, they began cheering as the demoness became the Harukinu's plaything.
It turned out the leather bottom to her outfit was less flimsy than her top, and when Juno tried to
strip if away, she actually lifted the lower half of the demoness completely off the canvas by it, hanging
her there by her crotch.
          “That wasn't supposed to happen,” Juno said, and she jerked the bottom several times, drawing
the leather up between the infernal's labia and bouncing her that way.
          The redhead's eyes went glassy and her mouth fell open as she went ahegao, her fluids running
freely down her thighs as she came and ejaculated in her shorts, a victim of the combined asphyxiation
and the assault on her cunt.
          Knowing her opponent wasn't going to be a threat any more, Juno set aside her staff and picked
up her by her shorts with both hands and carried her over to the cube, dropping her onto the top rather
cruelly so she came down on her already abused chest. The blonde super shifter the demoness so she
hung over the edge of the block head first with her ass still up where Juno had full access to it. She
skinned the difficult leather bottoms down so they were around the redhead's knees.
          Larkshasha was barely capable of movement yet, so Juno left her for just a moment so she
could retrieve her staff, then returned to sit on her victim's legs, pinning her over the edge of the block.
          This gave the audience a wonderful view of the arena representative's ass and genitals which they
seemed to appreciate greatly by their response. The view on the jumbotron overhead gave even the
back rows a view few gynecologists had.
          Juno looked at the rounded end of the staff and then looked very pointedly looked back at her
helpless foe's exposed pussy.
          Those who caught her blatant suggestion immediately began chanting for her to do it.
          So Juno placed the rounded end of her staff at the opening of the other females sex and began
moving it around, pivoting it as if seeing if she could discover a way to make it fit. It was almost two
inches in diameter so she knew it was possible if not comfortable... but that depended on the female.
          And she proceeded to find out, putting more pressure on the staff as if it were a two-and-a-half
foot long marital aid.
          Just as she intended and the crowd had been hoping for, the head of the staff began to disappear
up the slowly recovering demoness' vagina.
          That got a much faster reaction, and the demoness started trying to get her hands under her to
push herself up, but her captor was having none of that and began pushing as she moved the angle of
the staff around slightly, and now about six inches had disappeared inside the redhead. The sounds of
the chains between the segments of staff gave the entire scene a seriously sadistic atmosphere.
          And then Juno began actually moving the staff like a dildo, sliding it in and out (it looked far
worse from the audience's viewpoint, but that didn't make it a walk in the park for Larkshasha), and in
must moments the demoness started clawing at the floor her face was against, her expression again
losing intelligence. With just a half dozen strokes, the redhead jerked violently and cried out, squirting
one again as she went ahegao.
          Juno reacted as if she'd seen some kind of vermin that scared her and stood, pulling the staff
with her, and the redhead shook and dropped over the edge of the block in a heap, laying on the canvas
with a blissfully vacant look as she twitched on the floor.
          Picking up the other woman by the waist, the Harukinu carried her semi-comatose captive over
to the last piece of stage dressing...
          The phallus.
          The crowd went rather hushed though there were scattered cries here and there urging the tall
super on.
          Shifting her grip on her foe, she took her between the arms and started to lower the demoness
onto the huge artificial penis standing up from the floor.
          (Juno had watched what was done to Vega by the Power Woman on video, and she'd sworn that
if she had the opportunity she'd repay the humiliation. She hoped she'd be allowed to do this to the
arena champion who had victimized their new teammate's older sister, but she'd make due with what
opportunity presented.)
          Larkshasha was barely aware of what was happening, and Juno shifter her grip so she could be
sure the demoness' legs were out at a good angle to give the onlookers their money's worth, and began
lowering the redhead arena woman onto the huge member.
          The demoness did react, but not as Juno expected. Instead of crying or pleading or trying to
escape, she tried to get hold of her tormentor's arms so she could control her descent somewhat. As she
eased down, her face reflected less and less thought and showed more and more pure vacant sexual
ecstasy.
          “Look at her! What a maso! She must have thrown the match!” and similar shouts came from
the gallery.
          Realizing that her captive was far from an unwilling participant now, Juno put her arms under
Larkshasha's armpits and grabbed her oversized breasts from behind, squeezing at her chest as she
lowered the other woman onto her new best friend.
          The huge member was too big for Black's fighter to hit bottom (Quinn thought it would likely
rupture her diaphragm at that point) but Juno didn't let that happen once her toy began to climax again.
Using her handhold on her breasts and her grip under her arms, the tall blonde began lifting and
lowering the female she'd bested onto the fantastic phallus, fucking her with it as the crowd went
berserk.
          It only took about ten seconds like this before the arena fighter ejaculated wetly all over the
stage, her head lolling to one side as she hung there in her captor's grip, eyes and mouth open in
mindless pleasure as she was treated like a kind of over-sexed rag doll by her conqueror.
          By her third ejaculation, Juno felt her anger at how her new teammates had been treated largely
replaced with a kind of pity for the female she held helpless this way, so she pulled the limp woman off
the phallus and didn't quite drop her on the floor before she picked up her sansetsukon and walked to
the edge of the stage so she could return casually to the box to await her next opponent. She did
glimpse up at the giant monitors overhead and saw a close-up of Larkshasha's vapid, blissful look as
she lie there on the canvas in front of thousands.

          The announcement of the victory was quick in coming, and as Juno strutted back to the team
box, she noticed a new decoration had been added to the arena entrance under their box. On the right
side the rune-sword that had been wielded by the arena fighter Rina still stuck out of the timber,
untouched since Quinn had driven it deep into the wood, but in the same position on the opposite
timber hung a new item: the severed head of an imp. It was clearly there as a statement by Black, not
as a threat but as a demonstration that they wouldn't allow anyone to dishonor the arena by cheating or
stealing, the disgusting trophy testament to that.
          Juno's first thought was she hoped they knew how to recognize one imp from another around
here so they knew they'd gotten the right one, and her second was a hope that they'd done some process
like varnish it or something so that it didn't get fragrant any time soon or they'd have more and more
teammates deciding to watch the activities from their residence in the future.

          The finale came quicker than usual. It seemed that the arena organizers felt it wasn't needed to
give Juno more time to rest or bettors more opportunity to wager since the odds on the board hadn't
moved from the ridiculous sixty-to-one in Juno's favor for almost ten minutes.
          The tall blonde had specifically asked to sit next to Shaula when she'd come back to the box. It
allowed her to hold a very quiet, private conversation with her new teammate and reassure her she'd do
what she could, but that Shaula should be prepared for Hunter to go though something similar to what
Shaula herself had suffered in order to become Harukinu. She wasn't excited at the prospect, but the
new recruit knew what would likely happen to her at the hands of Black and Oboro if she stayed under
their control. When measuring the lesser of two evils, some sexual humiliation was far preferable to an
extended stay as an arena competitor.
          As Juno rose to move back towards the raised stage, Quinn commented to her, “Try to take it a
little easy on this one. We need her in one piece.”
          The gen-active zanni almost said something smart-ass in response but stopped herself. Quinn
was supposed to be her boss and superior, so such a comment would be out of character for her.
          “I'll see what I can do,” she told him, thinking he owed her big time and she intended to collect.
          Then she recalled Verita had invited her for some one-on-one time that night after they got back home,
so she'd need to wait to collect her pound of flesh from Quinn until another time. It was one of the
problems with being on assignment with Quinn and without any other attractive males, not that there
were all that many that measured up to the standards he set. Evening dalliances needed to be set
relatively early if you wanted to be sure of a warm partner rather than a mechanical aid of some kind.
An orgasm was lovely, but it couldn't be affectionate. She hadn't known she'd be in a position to call in
a marker quite so quickly, yet when she looked over at the beautiful, dark Amazon, she couldn't really
complain too much. Still, it was nice to have a dick that was the real article and attached to their noble
fool-in-chief every once in a while.
          Juno reached the stage before her opponent, and she didn't know if that was psychology or
simply the orcs were having a bit of trouble bringing her out.
          When they appeared, Hunter looked a bit disheveled which led Juno to believe she still had
some fight left in her. She wasn't resisting much now, but that was likely because she realized there
was no chance to beat the orcs and knew she'd need to conserve her strength if she were to have any
chance of beating her enemy.
          Still, Juno had been in situations where she'd needed to fight someone who wasn't truly an
enemy before joining Phoenix. While they hadn't been exactly close, she and Adamantina had faced
off more than once in their home before they'd been recruited for Phoenix Group. In fact, it was Tina's
presence that had convinced her to trust Quinn after she'd been betrayed by her former “leader” Ivana.
She knew the odds of Hunter being able to actually beat her were almost none without some kind of
magic to even the odds. Juno could change her body's density if she wished, varying from light enough
to fly all the way to as hard as diamond and dense enough to withstand most gunfire. A wooden
Louisville Slugger in the hands of a human woman, no matter how skilled, was not likely to be able to
hurt her appreciably. That Hunter was also likely drugged to make her sexually receptive and far more
readily stimulated, so Juno simply needed to take advantage of that.
          The vampire hunter didn't look as cocky as she did earlier. She'd seen the demoness she was to
fight before and had judged her competent but no more so than many she'd beaten in the past. This
new opponent must have beaten her through the challenge she'd witnessed, though they'd kept her
isolated so she couldn't see the results. Still, the tall, shapely blonde looked as if she'd just come from
the salon and slipped into her costume rather than having just faced a demon in the ring. That worried
Hunter more than the demoness had by far.
          Well, she wasn't about to go down without a fight. The encouraging thing was that there was no
sign of blood on the stage, and there was no way they could have cleaned a dead body away so
efficiently in the time they'd had, so it was unlikely a fight to...
          Then she spotted the phallus.
          It had a bizarre effect on Hunter. It literally made her stomach ache to look at the huge sexual
aid bolted to the floor, but she also found herself lubricating at the thought of what might be done with
it. It was this secret yearning that made her more afraid than the thought of losing.
          “Begin!”
          The vampire hunter fell into a guard to watch her opponent, wishing she had her “real” bat with
its runes that granted it power... wishing that bastard Gram hadn't done whatever it was he'd done to
her... wishing many things, foremost among them that she were anywhere but in front of several
thousand yammering creeps shouting obscene suggestions at them.
          Her opponent easily and confidently swung her three-section staff into motion. Hunter could
immediately tell the ends were weighted, probably filled with metal. (She was correct. It was bronze,
giving them more momentum and making them less likely to break on impact.)
          Juno, on the other hand, saw that her opponent didn't look like she was about to play baseball.
She held the bat more like it was a heavy bokken and she was in a kendo match.
          Spotting this, the Harukinu fighter stopped spinning her staff and took it in the traditional two-handed
grip, holding each outer segment like a club gripped at the end near where the chain connected
it to the center section. It was the more defensive posture, but it still gave her the chance to strike
quickly if not with quite the same force.
          Hunter tried a feint to see if she could get her blonde antagonist to over-react, but the masked
woman actually countered by stepping into the swing and catching her bat with a backhand block, then
swinging up her right foot and connecting with Hunter's left hip, driving her back some while not
hurting her terribly. It also showed the anti-vampire her opponent had a bigger advantage in reach than
she'd anticipated.
          Juno came in and basically used her staff to make a great deal of noise by attacking the bat, loud
cracks ringing to the back of the arena, forcing Hunter onto the defensive as she blocked in a forward-
backhand manner. It looked impressive from the audience, but Hunter spotted that if she'd failed to
catch any of the blows, they would have likely swung close but still missed her by a couple of inches...
she thought.
          What was this woman playing at?
          Involuntarily, her eyes again flicked over to the huge ivory-colored phallus rising from the
stage.
          And she caught the slightest shake of her opponent's head. It could have been her imagination,
or it might have just been the blonde... Juno?... Juneau?... something like that... just shaking the hair
from her eyes.
          The blonde began moving to Hunter's right, and she naturally countered by shifting to her left,
but she kept an eye out for the pole and the big block of whatever so she didn't trip over them or
something.
          She saw Juno bring the two sections of staff together at their ends, making a kind of triangle
shape, and Hunter thought she saw an opening. Instead of swinging, she drove forward and thrust with
the bat right through the middle of the triangle.
          She felt the bat catch her foe in the abdomen with enough force to likely double her over. It had
been a solid hit and square enough to not slip off.
          The audience gave a groan, mostly those who had bet on Juno in spite of the ridiculous odds.
          But the tall blonde didn't go down as expected. Hunter felt the contact as if she'd struck
something much harder than muscle.
          Dammit! She's wearing body armor hidden under that?
          But then she was thinking of defending herself because the three-sections closed down, trapping
the bat between them, and Juno struck out with her right foot again, just as before, catching Hunter in
the same hip and driving her back.
          And Hunter realized she'd lost her bat. Juno strolled over to the edge of the stage and very
deliberately held the bat by its knob, dangled it for a moment, then dropped it off the edge to strike the
hard ground below.
          Unlike Quinn, she chose not to drop her own weapon after it.
          Black looked on via his monitor, a slight smile on his normally impassive face. These Harukinu
women were quite something. He only wished his own minions were so capable. Of them all, only
Caballera was their match. He missed having his lovely pink-haired lieutenant by him, or as much as
he missed anything, but she was in the hands of Kiryuu, the witch doctor, so that the pseudo-medical
man might grow to believe he was in control of the situation and his plans were proceeding without
opposition.
          Soon. Not yet, but soon...
          Back in the arena, Juno was stalking her prey, taking her time and building up the crowd's
anticipation. They knew that Hunter would need a miracle such as disarming the big blonde woman
facing her to stand a chance.
          Juno wasn't going to give her that miracle, but instead planned on giving her one of a different
type.
          The blonde folded up the staff so all three parts were parallel and snug, holding them casually in
her hand.
          There was a movement from the Harukinu box, and a red-haired figure stood.
          Juno had moved around so that this would be at her back when it happened, but it was fully in
sight of Hunter.
          The movement wouldn't have distracted a trained fighter like Hunter except there was
something that clamored for her attention. Her eyes darted up to the box, and the vampire slayer was
stunned to recognize the familiar figure... and see her wearing the green-and-black of the woman facing
her in the arena.
          The blonde used her distraction just as she had intended to. The hand holding the staff came
forward and caught the unwary woman in the stomach... not so hard as to double her over, but enough
to momentarily paralyze her breathing reflex.
          The staff was tossed casually aside to slide off the stage near where the bat had been dropped
moments earlier, but the damage had been done. Juno closed with the redhead and got around behind
her, one arm around her neck and the other acting as a bar at the back. If she'd gotten Hunter in this
spot without her arm through the hold, she'd have likely been unconscious in moments, but it gave her
a fighting chance... a slim one, but still a chance.
          It helped that Juno didn't want her unconscious. Juno simply wanted her to play along.
          Hunter wasn't stupid, but she was unfortunately drugged, so she might not have been as sharp at
connecting the dots as usual. As a result, playing along wasn't what she had in mind.
          With the cameras watching them so closely for the monitors, Juno couldn't risk a whisper in the
redhead's ear. That meant she needed to be a bit rougher than she'd originally hoped.
          So Juno got her grip set a bit firmer and used her superior height to get her message across,
lifting her buxom challenger off the floor so her toes didn't quite reach.
          Now the blonde could give her a message that would play with the audience and Black as well.
          “If you just quit struggling so much, it'll be much more pleasant for you,” she told her in a
manner that was heavy with other implications.
          Hunter was having some troubles because a part of her blood flow was being impaired, not to
the point of making her fear passing out but still triggering that primal fear humans suffered when
anything was messing about with their ability to get air to their lungs or carry oxygen to the brain.
          Seeing the metal pole, she thought she might just be close enough. Her feet were already off
the ground, so she tried for the only other purchase she could see and swung her legs up, hooking one
leg on each side and twisting to get one foot pulling and the other pushing against it.
          Juno was concentrating on not damaging their target and so was caught unprepared when
Hunter pulled them nearer the pole using her leg strength, then pushed back hard, sending them both
over backwards, Juno acting as a cushion for Hunter.
          It was a smart move and would have worked with most opponents, but Juno was tougher than
most opponents, took the impact and kept rolling, bringing Hunter with her.
          When they'd stopped, Hunter was still in Juno's grasp, arm and neck held tight, but now Juno
was on Hunter's back and both were facing the mat. Also, the blonde's hand was somewhere Hunter
hadn't really expected, namely squeezing her left breast. A bit of movement and Hunter realized that
her top was no longer where she'd been wearing it but up closer to her neck, and the big woman
fighting her had gotten her legs around Hunter's midsection.
          Hunter tried to get her hands and knees under her, needing some room to shake the larger
woman off, but she felt like she weighed far more than she should have. (Juno did weigh more because
she was again playing with her density, an ability that wasn't terribly obvious to onlookers but a big
help in this situation.)
          Then Juno began to squeeze with her legs, scissoring Hunter's torso, and again the redhead
found herself struggling to breathe. She was losing strength also, not from lack of air but simple strain
of resisting a larger, stronger opponent like this.
          As she started to tremble from the exertion, Juno gave her a hard squeeze and then the pressure
was gone, the blonde no longer on her back, and she moved as quickly as she could to try to escape, but
she barely got to her hands and knees before she was grabbed, and Hunter found herself being rolled
over onto her shoulders, her legs over her head and her arms pinned under the big woman's shins. This
also put Juno kneeling directly over her, the costumed crotch just inches from her face.
          “Let's got to know each other better, shall we?” Juno taunted, and she felt the blonde yank at her
jeans. They were tight, but not tight enough to stop what was happening, and in moments Hunter
found herself exposed to the crowd, trapped in a rolled-up position (reasonably enough called a “roll
up” in wrestling terms,) and completely at the mercy of her captor.
          She had the briefest thought of what might happen if she simply lifted her head and bit, but
knowing what might happen if she did it and failed to disable her opponent, she decided (quite wisely)
to wait for another opportunity.
          Juno had to bend a bit to the side now since the jeans she'd skinned down were somewhat in the
way, but a small shift and she had a nice view down onto her victim.
          “My! You're much prettier than I thought, especially in a position like this,” she said. “Ooh, I
can think of all kinds of interesting things to do.”
          And she demonstrated, keeping Hunter's legs pinned tight with her armpits and getting her
hands down far enough to reach her captive's extremely pronounced nipples. They stood up far more
than before whatever Gram had done to her, the point of each the size of a thimble and perhaps longer,
the surrounding areolae big and rosy and inviting as if they were designed for being used... or abused,
as in this case.
          The dominating blonde took hold between her strong fingers and pulled, lifting her lovely D-cup
breasts by them, stretching them out more, and it was obvious from her captive's reaction that she'd
discovered a weak spot for the redhead. She stopped struggling and began moaning and whimpering.
          Juno was about to keep taunting, but she stopped herself with the thought of Shaula looking on
from the stands.
          Using the tiny handles, the super kept pulling, making the conditioned redhead moan even
louder, the audience cheering Juno on, eager to see even more.
          Once it was clear that Hunter was either now her sexual toy or one of the finest actresses she'd
ever seen (it was hard to fake the kind of lubrication escaping the redhead's exposed genitals from this
angle), Juno decided she needed to step thing up a bit, letting go of one nipple long enough to tug aside
the crotch of her team outfit, exposing herself to the woman she was controlling and lowering herself
down, demonstrating to her plaything what she wanted, shifting her hips and rubbing herself across the
waiting mouth.
          Almost immediately, the redhead's tongue was at work trying to bring pleasure to the woman
who was doing such exciting things to her breasts.
          It was Juno's turn to give a moan, and she said aloud, “Good girl...” and began to move her
pelvis, helping the lovely face pleasing her snatch to target the right places as she went back to work on
the abnormally large, highly sensitive but sexy nipples of her new amusement.
          Damn, it almost makes me wish I'd had whatever it was done to me, thought Juno, but she
dismissed the thought. She'd settle for a slower fuse and not being quite so much at the mercy of her
desires as Hunter. Truly, Juno had no reason to complain about her sex life since Phoenix.
          While nipples might be quite entertaining for Hunter, the gallery was growing more restless,
though they liked seeing a defeated fighter being made to eat the pussy of the victor, but they really had
hoped for Juno to use the big artificial cock standing there ignored.
          Instead, the blonde started using her fingers to explore Hunter's exposed genitals, rubbing and
stroking, slipping a finger within and making the redhead arch up in response... and when she touched
her quite pronounced clit, she jumped and gasped, then shook as she came loudly.
          The stands got very noisy in response, and Quinn nodded in satisfaction. He could relax once
the rescuee was enjoying themselves.
          Shaula was doing her best to not show her reactions, and had sat down once her distraction had
served its purpose. She felt a bit as if she'd betrayed Hunter, but she reminded herself that her losing
was better than her winning in this case. And truthfully, Juno didn't seem to be abusing her too badly.
Hunter certainly wasn't objecting, even if it was embarrassingly public.
          By now, Juno had both hands involved, fingers invading both of Hunter's exposed orifices, and
from the blonde's reactions, she was enjoying what was being done to her in return.
          Just then, Juno put her head back, closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as the tongue exploring
her naughty bits did its magic and she shook as her climax hit. She stayed in control, but it was
obvious from her expression she'd just come, and so as soon as she came back down enough, she
reached in and took Hunter's upstanding clit (it too seemed to have been enhanced, being the size of the
last joint of Juno's little finger) and pinched it gently, giving it a small shake to get a reaction.
          The reaction was much bigger than she'd anticipated as Hunter gave a cry and bucked, squirting
strongly, and it was fortunate Juno's hand was in the way or she might have had her face drenched.
          The gallery exploded along with the defeated redhead, and Juno stood up, hoping that settled
matters.
          Unfortunately, Hunter immediately started getting up onto her hands and knees. If she'd simply
stayed down, it would have all been over and Juno could have left it alone. As it was...
          The chant from the crowd was getting louder, and the blonde decided she needed to give the
dense redhead an idea of what they were chanting about.
          Grabbing her prey by the hair, Juno led the woman on all fours over to the great ivory cock
standing proudly from the stage and pushed the redhead's wet face up against the huge thing.
          “They want me use that on you. What do you think? Hmm?”
          He held her face there.
          And rather than recoil, Hunter brought her hands up to hold onto it...
          And she licked.
          Well, fuck me, thought Juno. Then as the audience reacted, she amended it to, No, actually, fuck
her.
          She knew it was the woman's conditioning that was making her react this way, but it was not
what she'd intended. Unfortunately, the audience would riot if she simply dragged the woman to the
stands now.
          Wait a second...
          The blonde smiled and turned to face the team seats.
          “It seems I may have a present for you, Harukinu-sama! What do you think?”
          Realizing what Juno was doing, he instantly realized it was a far better option and almost as
good for the audience.
          He raised a hand and gestured with his fingers.
          Bring her here.
          To the crowd, Juno announced, “We claim the vampire slayer, Hunter, as a member of Team
Harukinu by right of conquest.”
          And hooking the redhead's bikini top around her neck like a kind of leash, Juno pulled her along
to the team box, picking up her sansetsukon. She didn't drag her, but she was obviously not going to
accept any resistance.
          The monitors followed the loser as she was led to the Harukinu seats, and as she arrived in front
of the team leader, Juno put pressure on the redhead to kneel in front of Quinn, and she complied.
          “My gift for you, Harukinu-sama,” and she returned to her seat.
          Like some Roman emperor of old, he put his fingers under the chin of their newest recruit.
          Immediately, he was across the gap between their nervous systems, sliding down the path to her
pleasure center, and as her eyes found his, he gave her a strong push of pleasure right up to the edge of
climax... but just short.
          Aloud, he said, “Let us see what you can do to show you're worthy of being on this team,” and
he released the closure on the front of his tights, allowing the fabric to part and exposing his semi-erect
cock.
          Hunter reached out to take him in hand, then meekly leaned in to slide him into her willing
mouth as the arena erupted.
          Quinn relaxed back, his hands behind his head, giving the cameras an easy shot of the lovely
woman fellating him.
          He watched her a bit, trying not to let the cameras and crowd bug him too badly. (He'd never
been an exhibitionist before Phoenix, but since the Circle had chosen him, he felt like his love life had
taken on many of the aspects of a spectator sport, none more clearly than this moment.) It was then
that he realized her eyes weren't violet or amethyst as some of the other ladies... they were a lovely rich
shade of plum, just a step or two more violet than the shade magenta. They were exquisite and he was
more than happy to see them looking up at him from this position.
          One part of his mind took in the totally unnecessary announcement of the results of the match
while most of the rest tried to appreciate the talents of the lovely new recruit sucking his cock.
          From somewhere to his left, he heard Nova mutter, “Lucky bitch...” though with the raucous
crowd, he knew there was no chance anyone else had heard her.
          As her lips descended, sliding down over his now quite firm erection, her tongue dancing along
the underside of him as she went, sucking deeply on him, he decided that from a purely selfish
standpoint he was more than a little pleased with their newest recruit.
          Not wanting to draw things out too far, he put his hands into Hunter's hair and pulled her down
some so he could rock his hips and feed her his cock, fucking her delightful, slippery lips.
          She whimpered loudly and shook, obviously coming from the treatment, and since the evening
was over, Quinn went ahead and gave the delicious little trollop the drink she was after.

          Thirty minutes later, they were all back at the residence. Hunter was calmed down some,
though she clearly hadn't had her needs satisfied yet, so he had told her to just be patient until they were
in private and he'd see to her. He'd also taken the opportunity to take a peek inside her thoughts to see
if she might have been conditioned to betray them, but she seemed genuine as he'd hoped.
          As soon as they were home, Shaula was hugging Hunter and laughing and crying all at the same
time.
          Removing his mask as they entered, Quinn couldn't help but chuckle along with her.
          “Would you care to introduce us?” he asked Shaula, finding it highly ironic that he was asking
to be introduced to the woman who had been sucking his cock just a half-hour before.
          “This is Hunter... my cousin. Hunter, this is Harlequin. I guess you'd call him our boss... or our
leader... or the one who rescued us all. They're all true.”
          “I'm delighted we were able to rescue you, too,” he told her.
          “Says the man who introduced his'self by hosin' down her tonsils,” added Swallow jokingly as
she passed them in the hallway.
          He responded, “I simply followed Juno's lead... not that I have any reason to complain.”
          Nova made a parting comment about always missing out on the good stuff as she lead Bonita
off for some alone time, clearly not missing out at least where Bonita was concerned.
          Most of the ladies paired off or went to spend some time working off steam alone until Quinn
was leading their new rescuee along to his room.
          As they went, he gave her a very thumbnail idea of what was going on and how they were
trying to rescue as many of the Taimanin as they could, and how Black now seemed to be bringing in
more and more competitors from outside, which explained why she and Bonita were there.
          Then they were at his room.
          One moment Hunter was thinking that perhaps she'd make some excuse and find somewhere to
sleep for the night, and the next moment she was plastered to Quinn, backing him though the door and
pushing him back onto the bed, kicking off her shoes and shedding her jeans as she went. She was
straddled over him, her knees on each side as she tossed her bikini top aside and then was kissing him
fervently... demandingly... wiggling out of her black thong as she did and trying to get his tights off as
well.
          She grew frustrated before long, unable to figure out how his fly opened when he finally got her
to pause a moment and easily got them off himself.
          And then she was right back to what she'd been doing in the arena, but this time she only had an
audience of one.
          He had to tell her, “It's okay. There's no hurry. We have all night.”
          She told him around her mouthful of Quinn, “Maybe you do, but... I intend... to do this... several
times... before we're done.”
          So saying, she moved his hands from her hips to her breasts, and she gave a very clear moan as
soon as his fingers began to move.
          Getting hold of her nipples, he pulled and directed her by this convenient method so she would
move herself over far enough so she was in position for him to return her oral favors.
          It was clear that the excitement from her battle against Juno had merely set the stage for this,
and that Hunter was more than ready to move right on with the evenings festivities.
          No sooner had he begun tugging firmly at her chest ornaments and licking at her very wet labia,
she was shaking and whimpering around him, the muffled sound of her pleasure not masking the
climax she was enjoying already.
          Damn, but I do love a woman who enjoys herself, he thought.
          He changed over to his favorite grip, filling his hands with her full, feminine breasts and
trapping her incredibly upright nipples between the knuckles of his middle and ring fingers of each
hand. This way he was able to not just enjoy the sensation of her breasts to the fullest, he was also able
to put some pressure on her nipples so she could have a bit more feedback.
          The lovely redhead clearly felt this was a good idea as she started to push deeper and deeper
with each bob, making a slight gagging sound quite involuntarily. It was clear it didn't mean she was
having any troubles as she kept it up until he made the turn and was sliding down her talented throat.
          While deepthroating was all fine and certainly showed plenty of enthusiasm, he'd already found
out how her mouth was superior and pulled her back up so she'd continue to concentrate on what she
did best... pay attention to the top four or five inches of him.
          Hunter seemed to accept this easily enough and cradled his scrotum with one hand as she did
her best to show him he'd made a good choice.
          But by her third climax, he could tell she was getting a bit frustrated... or perhaps eager was the
better work.
          “I'm happy to give you another mouthful of cum if you like, but if you prefer, I'm happy to
deliver it wherever you prefer... ladies choice.”
          She gave a moan of indecision, and then she pulled him from her mouth and asked huskily,
“Would you do something for me?”
          “Asks the woman whose clit I want to suck 'til her eyes roll up...”
          She took as the “yes” it was, and she shifted around until he was kneeling over her, his knees at
her shoulders with him holding her head up.
          “Like this,” she said, and put her lips around him, then her hands went behind his ass and urged
him forward.
          Ah, milady enjoys being face-fucked. Far be it from me to disappoint...
          He held her head like that and started fucking her fabulous mouth.
          Quinn had done this with plenty of women, but while most liked it occasionally because it gave
them the illusion of giving up all control, Hunter was different. She wasn't passive, simply a mouth for
him to use. No, she was active, still using what techniques she could but still wanting him to be in
charge... wanting him to feed her his cock like this. She caved in her cheeks as she sucked on him, and
though he heard her slight gag each time, her eyes watering as he stroked into her mouth, he could feel
the way she was getting closer every moment...
          Then she squealed loudly (or as loudly as she could with five inches of Quinn meat plugging
her mouth) and she shut her eyes, trembling all over as he heard her rubbing herself madly, the wet
sticky sound of her fingers on her quim adding to the sexual atmosphere. Then he heard the splash of
liquid and felt some small droplets hit his back as she sprayed.
          With her enjoying herself this way, there was just one thing he might do to help her enjoy
herself even more... or perhaps two.
          He lifted his block on his climax reflex (he irreverently realized it might be termed a different
kind of “cock block”) and at the same time, he found her pleasure center that was already lit up like a
Christmas tree sponsored by the National Utility Board and gave her an overload.
          Hunter felt his cum against her soft palate and her world exploded. She lost all control and
thrashed violently, squirting even harder than last time, and that had already been the best she'd ever
had from getting her mouth fucked. She shook and whinnied as she tried to hold on, swallowing
around him and reveling in the sensation of his hot, thick semen sliding down her gullet, jet upon jet
filling her mouth...
          Then it was over, or at least the peak had passed and she relaxed.
          But Quinn wasn't done and didn't relax. He held her in position and another jet of his cum hit
the back of her tongue, and she gulped greedily, tired but still another thrill skittered through her,
making her shake... and then another small spurt and she sucked and moaned and as she swallowed the
last of him, she thought this was worth it all... everything bad that had happened, all the bad things that
had been done to her, they had brought her here.
          He gave her an appreciative chuckle, and as he withdrew from her mouth, he told her, “You, my
dear, are a delight. I thought you were good earlier, but this...” He shook his head, telling her he
lacked the words to compliment her performance highly enough.
          She smiled in return, and putting her arms around his waist, she rolled over so he was beneath
her, snuggled the side of her face into his lap and gave a loud, contented purr.
          “Yeah. I kinda like you too, kid,” he told her, reading her actions for words but having to make
a kind of joke so she wouldn't be pressured to make some kind of emotional response.
          “I'm glad,” she admitted. Then she raised her head so she could look up at him and added, “I
just hope you're not done for the night.”
          His grin told her he was hoping the same of her.
          “Oh, I imagine I might be ready for another try in...”
          And he rolled over onto her to indicate the time was now.
          She found herself laughing and then kissing him, and then she found herself moaning into his
mouth as her hand found him and began stroking.
          Elapsed time from end of previous climax to next round: somewhere between ninety seconds
and two minutes depending on how you counted it.
          She had him back in her mouth quickly, urging him to get hard as fast as possible.
          He was happy to oblige, and he was stiff as a life sentence in remarkably short time.
          “As much as I adore how you give head,” he told her, “I think I want to try something else this
time. That is, if you don't mind.”
          Thinking of what they'd just done, she thought she'd likely enjoy anything he wanted to try.
          “What did you have in mind?”
          “Well, let's find out. Are you a cowgirl type, or do you prefer the man to do the driving?”
          All sorts of possibilities ran through her head, but she decided that she wanted him where he
was in control and could use his hands.
          She got on all fours and asked him over her shoulder, “How do you feel about this?”
          “I can work with that,” he told her with a smile, and put his hands on her hips.
          “Ah ah...” she chided, pointing out something he should remember.
          “My mistake,” he responded, and remembering her preference, he got himself aimed then
leaned forward to get a hand on each on her hanging breasts.
          He felt her tremble in anticipation, and he could tell she was wanting to push back onto him
already, but she waited for him. He was the one she wanted in charge.
          Giving her chest a good squeeze, he pulled her back onto himself, and as she slid back he felt
her shake as she was impaled.
          She didn't say anything aloud, but her breathing was already erratic, partly because he shifted
his grip back to that amazing way he was holding her chest earlier, with her sensitive nipples trapped
between his fingers.
          Then he started to move, and he used his lovely full hand-holds to pull her back each time.
They met with a meaty sound, and she dropped her head and began to moan out in pleasure, rocking
back gladly as their hips met.
          He loved the way Hunter behaved because she was easy to read. Well, that and she was so hairtrigger
easy to make come. Part of that might wear off, but in the mean time he'd enjoy it.
          “Aaaaeeee!” she exclaimed as she came, proving his point rather quickly.
          She started to grunt slightly in exertion as he pulled her back by her excellent handles, their
texture wonderful beneath his groping hands, her nipples firm and erect between his fingers, and he felt
her juices start to run down their thighs.
          She seemed to react more strongly when he used more force, so he was soon meeting her ass
harder with each stroke until she was being shaken with each thrust, crying out louder as he drove her
to the edge.
          He felt her about to come, and he squeezed hard with both hands, mashing both breasts and
nipples right to the thin edge of pain.
          And she buried her face in his pillow and shouted as she came, shaking as her muscles
convulsed.
          He let her calm down, and she left her face firmly in the pillow, her breathing slowing and her
tremors slacking off.
          And to think she was about to use that big fake think on stage in front of everyone when this
was waiting for her in the stands.
          He withdrew and she moaned in complaint because she felt so good with him filling her up that
way.
          Then she felt him applying some lube to her and she pulled her face from the pillow to say
shakily, “I'm not so sure about that.”
          He gently slid a finger into her anus and began working it with a circular motion as he slid it
into her.
          "Really?” he asked. “And you struck me as the adventurous type. I saw you eying that big
marital aid in the arena. Don't tell me you're intimidated by me in comparison.”
          She was both amused and unsure. True, she'd been considering trying out that pussy-stretcher
earlier, but this was... different.
          Still, she did have to admit his fingers sure felt good back there. He already had two working
inside her and she was surprised to find herself not tensing up.
          “You're not talking about putting that where I was thinking about that big party favor,” she
pointed out.
          “Are you saying you've never...” He left the question hanging so she could be equally evasive
in her answer.
          But she decided that truth was in order when the man was talking about fucking you in the ass
and really making it hard to say “no” when he was doing that thing with his fingers like that.
          “No, I'm not saying that.”
          She'd been done in the ass a number of times... honestly, quite a bit, but that was when Gram
had been doing whatever it was he'd been doing to her to make her really want sex and... why was she
being so reluctant now? He'd been so good at all the rest and he had her wanting something and ooh,
why the hell not?
          “Just... take it easy, okay?”
          He told her easily, “You don't like it, we'll find something different to give you a big finish.”
          The words big finish gave her a little flutter inside, and she asked, “Okay... but what's taking
you so long?”
          She felt him chuckle, and he replied, “You said to take it easy.”
          And before she could say anything else, she felt the head of his nice cock pushing gently at the
ring of her anus, and while there was some pressure, she was surprised there was so little discomfort.
          “Wow, I expected this to... ohhhhhhhh, fuck!” she exclaimed as the wide point of the head
pushed its way inside.
          “Are you okay?” he wanted to know. He was remaining very still.
          But instead of replying, she started pushing back onto him.
          And he considered it settled.
          He kept the pressure easy and steady. He'd put a good coat of lube over himself as he'd been
working on her to loosen her up. It was usually rushing it that make anal so painful.
          But then again, part of anal was the pain that made it so poignant and frequently explosive.
So he started working her chest again as he pushed deeper, and while he heard her give a little
whimper, she still didn't tell him to stop.
          In fact, she was pushing harder than he was.
          And then he was snug to her, balls deep in her delightful derriere.
          Hunter gave a long, quivering moan as she tried to figure out what her body was being confused
over. It hurt, but certainly not any more than that big bruiser she'd been ready to squat on earlier would
have. It was just where it was hurting that seemed to make the difference.
          “See? I thought you were the sexy anal animal type,” he observed.
          She wasn't quite sure about that, but it certainly wasn't...
          And she bucked and squirted as she was blindsided by an orgasm for the first time in her life.
          “Gah!” she cried, and then she was pushing back at him much harder, her body taking over and
deciding for her brain what they were going to do.
          Her brain decided it was a pretty good decision since the next orgasm was on its way in short
order.
          “Ohhhh, god... ohhhh, god...” she started to exclaim into the pillow again, the feeling of his
cock buried in her ass like this short-circuiting all her normal bodily reflexes.
          And then she came again, harder than the last time and just as wet.
          Holy shit, this was intense!
          And she found herself wanting him to pound the fuck out of her.
          Her third anal orgasm rocked her just as hard, and she drove him deep inside her and stayed
there quivering until she was in control once again, but he was surprised when she held him deep and
she was pulling and pushing at his hips, trying to get him to lay onto his back. It took a bit since she
wasn't wanting to give up the twenty-five centimeters of hard Quinn in her backside, but they did it
without her losing more than a couple of inches in the turnaround.
          And then she was bouncing herself on him, driving him up her ass like it was something she
couldn't help.
          “Oh, god... oh, god...” she started chanting as she drove her ass down onto his fleshy stake,
treating him just as she'd imagined treating the fake on stage earlier but by a completely different
entrance.
          Then she cried out and shook as she ejaculated yet again... and all of it without Quinn doing a
thing inside her head for some time now.
          She was whining as if she wanted something more... expected something more...
          And he realized she was after “the big finish”.
          “Come on,” he told her and got her turned around so she was fully facing him again, and he
watched her biting her lower lip and tears ran from the outer corners of her eyes and she fucked herself
savagely up the ass using Quinn's tool for the purpose. Her breasts were wobbling wildly with her
movements, but with her leaning back so she had more control over the motion and penetration, she
was out of reach of him.
          But something else was still within reach.
          He got ready for her and put his hands on her legs, partly for encouragement and partly to be
ready to move when she was about to come again.
          The incredible redhead had gone non-verbal already, just sounds telling him what he needed to
know, but that was quite enough as he heard her getting very near her golden moment...
          And as she started to keen out with her orgasm, he let loose his own climax, pulling the mental
finger from the dike as he reached over a caught her very pronounced clitoris to give it a tweak.
          Hunter convulsed and cried out loudly as she climaxed harder than she knew possible at the
twin assault on her senses, his putting pressure on her sensitive clit and the feeling of his cum pumping
into her wanton ass. She squirted hard and only Quinn's pinching her joy button prevented her from
giving him a serious soaking since his hand was partly in the line of fire. She hung there, suspended on
his cock as she shook all over violently and spasmed at random intervals, and her gasps and cries
alternated with her breathing.
          And then finally she slumped back limply, unable to keep it up any longer, her muscles giving
out on her as she lay there across the lower part of his body, still trembling occasionally in aftershocks
from her body's overload of pleasure.
          He let her rest there for a bit, running a hand gently over the smooth skin of her leg as he
encouraged her to return to the land of mortals.
          Finally, he got her to move enough so he could pull himself gently from her dramatically overused
sphincter, and he gathered her into his arms so she would feel safe and cherished as she came
down from her incredible sexual high.
          Just as he was about to ask her about if she was comfortable, he heard the very soft snore from
his cuddly bed-mate.
          Deciding it wasn't worth waking her after her incredible exertions, Quinn got hold of the top
blanked and pulled it over them, settling her head into the hollow of his shoulder so she could sleep
there.
          Looking down at the beautiful redhead snoozing on his shoulder, he kissed the top of her head
and decided once again that he had a pretty damned good life.
