Chapter 13 - On Dominance: Bonne Jenet


                                                    On Dominance

                                                        by Volpone

                                                  Grouping: Flatland
                                        Continuum: Hentai Crossover
                            Location: a sports arena closed for renovations

                                               Chapter 13: Bonne Jenet

          Today's match was one Quinn had been looking forward to. Bonne Jenet was an
interesting character in more ways than one. She was from money, but rather than live off her
family's wealth, she had formed a group known as the Lillien Knights who were basically
pirates she led to steal from the rich and give to herself.
          She was a very attractive blonde often described as a “party girl”, and she liked to
vamp the men she faced in the ring. She was about five-foot-six with a nice figure, had a rose
tattoo on her left shoulder and appeared to be about 20 years old. Her outfit was always the
same: a purple top, purple string bikini bottom, and a purple pirate flag worn as a skirt with the
edges coming together like a split that went all the way up to her waist.
          Her fighting style was rather unique in that it was largely based in savate (French
kickboxing) but with some kind of aerokinesis thrown in... making her something of an
“airbender”.
          Her reason for competing was simple. She wanted the prize money and was willing to
kick the shit out of Quinn to get it. Considering he'd seen footage of her basically stomping
on an opponent's head a number of times or taking off a shoe to pound on their skull in a bout
told him she didn't have a lot of trouble doing whatever was necessary to win, yet he didn't get
the feeling she was sadistic... just not compassionate about how she won. She was a definite
“the ends justify the means” kind of woman, especially when the ends were her ending up
with cash.
          Of all those he was facing, she was the most openly mercenary, but he didn't find that
the fault some did. For him, what Poison had tried was far worse in that she had struck a
bargain and then not just tried to work a loophole or shade a definition. She'd blatantly tried
to do something she agreed not to, which was why Quinn had no trouble enforcing the
contract and refusing to pay her. He didn't reward bad behavior.
          Hopefully Bonne Jenet's behavior would be better. He'd take a greedy person who
was honest about their greed over a liar who tried to appear honest.
          She greeted him with a smile at least, and he returned it adding a gentlemanly bow as
she entered the ring.
          “It's you lucky day,” she told him. “That's because today you get to fight me.”
          He gave her an easy chuckle, more than happy for a bit of banter.
          “I'm happy to have a bit of luck like that.”
          She flashed a bigger smile.
          “You should be.”
          She decided he was kinda cute. Not quite Terry Bogard cute, but he was interesting in
his long hair, goatee and kilt. He looked interesting, and just a little dangerous. But it was
that wicked twinkle in his eye every once in a while that told her that win or lose, it was going
to be more than just a normal match today.
          “Begin!”
          She posed something like a boxer with her fists a little below her chin level as she held
for just a moment to see what his first reaction would be.
          He didn't lose that smile of his, and he started circling backwards to her left, dancing
back like a boxer back-pedaling, surprisingly light on his feet for a man six inches taller and
probably seventy pounds heavier than herself.
          To keep him where she could watch him, she moved to the center of the ring and
slowly turned to keep him basically facing her.
          He kept wheeling around backwards, his face mostly towards her but his shoulders in a
line with her, and she realized he was dancing back in a perfect circle... faster... and faster...
never looking where he was going.
          And then she suddenly laughed, getting the joke.
          He was dancing circles around her.
          “Cute,” she said with a sarcastic tone. “Do you have anything else you want to waste
time on?”
          He started to slow, and she took the moment to suddenly made a kind of two-handed
throwing motion in his direction, and he was buffeted with a big gust. It pushed mainly at his
kilt and hair, but didn't have a lot of impact. It would be more useful if she caught him off
balance.
          She followed up by moving in what she believed was an intercept course, thinking to
catch him almost against the ropes so he didn't have anyplace to retreat.
          Quinn sped up but he stopped curving, dropping his center of gravity a bit and he hit
the ropes with enough force to bounce off and end up coming back for her faster than she'd
anticipated. It ruined the timing of her planned attack so she shot in low and tried to catch
him about at the ankles with a long, extended side kick.
          He planted a foot and launched into a forward flip, partly tucked and going right over
her head since she had dropped so low for her attack. He kept the forward momentum going
and landed back on his feet, tucked tighter and turned it into a fast somersault, then came out
and spun just as she got herself turned around to face him again.
          It had looked very impressive, but at the rate he was burning energy, he'd wear himself
out in no time. At least that was what she believed.
          This time she was the one who stepped forward and then went into a forward flip,
coming in high to open up and bring her kick in at his head.
          What happened went faster than she could have possibly anticipated. One second, he
was stationary. The next, he launched forward at high speed under her kick, one hand
catching her ankle as it came down and giving a spin and twist as he pivoted out from under.
          His move increased her rotation rather than slowing it down, making her to over-rotate her
landing. She spilled out of it and hit the bottom ropes before she'd come to a stop.
          “I'll admit. You're a fast one,” she told him.
          “I like to take my time with some things,” he replied.
          “Thirty seconds is not a long time,” she taunted, hoping to sting his male ego by
insulting his stamina.
          His smile broadened into a grin and he said, “Sometimes that's all you need. Wanna
find out?”
          She went to stand and as she did, he came in fast just as she was at her most
unbalanced position. Still, she leaned back into the ropes for support as her foot slashed out,
trying to catch him as he came into range.
          The side of her foot did catch him a glancing blow, but he rolled his shoulder back and
kept coming. His body hit hers and drove them both into the ropes, with her taking most of
the weight as she was the one between Quinn and the ropes.
          The exchange was so compressed in space that the observers couldn't make out most
of what was happening, but when they parted a couple seconds later, Quinn was strolling
away whirling her purple skull-and-crossbones skirt like a matador's cape.
          Outside the ring, Mika smiled broadly and shook her head. She still had a hard time
comprehending how fast he moved when he wanted to.
          Her lack of skirt made her look a bit odd as Bonne Jenet was now in heels and what
wasn't quite a swimsuit, but she wasn't going to let that bother her when cash was on the line.
          She came off the ropes and tried a series of strikes and kicks... low, high, middle,
straight, sweep, spinning back kick, but he kept his guard up and she never managed to get
through his defenses.
          She was trying to build up enough momentum to go into one of her big combinations
where she basically defied gravity and did a kind of flamenco dance with her opponent as the
floor.
          Rearing back, she leapt up to begin her combo when her first kick missed because he
pivoted with amazing speed, her foot going by him, and his hands seized her by ankle and
calf, and then she was falling into the ropes and Quinn was on top of her, his hands not hitting
but rather pushing and pulling as she tried to get some space so she could get an effective
strike in again. But when she tried to basically climb him to get above him, she discovered
what he'd been doing because she found her arms hooked between the twisted top ropes.
          The blonde struggled a bit, trying to figure out how she could get out of her bonds, but
she gave a grunt of frustration when she realized there was no way she could manage. She
needed to roll forward to let off the tension of the ropes. That wasn't possible with the other
ropes in the way.
          Quinn hung her pirate flag up over the top rope opposite her position, then strolled
back in her direction saying, “Now see? That didn't take anywhere near thirty seconds.”
          She was about to open her mouth to say something smart, but at that moment Kasumi
announced, “Five minutes!”
          That reminded her that the longer she went, the more money she would make, so she
shut her mouth until she had something worthwhile to say. At the moment, all she'd probably
manage was some useless cursing.
          What she needed was to get him talked into freeing her, and she realized what she
should be promising.
          “You know, these ropes are really just in the way,” she purred, giving him a seductive
smile. “I'd really rather see if we can't work something out... personally. And it would be
much easier if I could get rid of the rest of these clothes.”
          He stood there smiling at her and asked, “You think they're in the way, too?”
          Strolling up to her, he reached out and she thought how incredibly naive he turned out
to be.
          Then he skinned her top up over her head, but with her arms trapped, she found
herself exposed above the waist, her top now added to the items that kept her shoulders and
arms entwined with the ropes.
          “Oh, yes. That's much better,” he commented, and she was torn between laughing at
his having played her or kicking him for it.
          Well, the only way she'd win now was if she managed to knock him unconscious, and
that meant getting him to leave himself vulnerable and close enough for her to do something
with her legs. Most of her savate moves needed more space and momentum than she'd be
able to get in this position, so she needed to get creative. The best thing would be getting her
legs around him so she could hook her ankles together and squeeze. Not elegant, but her
best option.
          That meant convincing him to stand where she could get her legs around him long
enough to lock her ankles.
          Well, there's certainly one way to do that. It is ten million, after all.
          “Now that you have me like this, are you just going to stand back and admire your
handiwork? You struck me as being a more hands-on kind of guy.”
          With a shrug saying he would be a fool not to accept her invitation, he moved in closer
until he was almost against her, looking down at her appraising.
          Then he gently ran a hand along the side of her face and leaned down and surprised
her far more than she'd anticipated by kissing her.
          She stiffened for a fraction of a second, then realized he wasn't being forceful or
dominant. He was being... nice. It was a romantic kiss, and Bonne Jenet suddenly found that
she enjoyed being kissed by him that way.
          She went to put her arms around his neck only to be reminded she was still tangled in
the ropes. That she'd actually forgotten for a second showed just how well he kissed.
          There's over twenty minutes left. Plenty of time to get him into position.
          So the lovely blonde relaxed and started to enjoy herself.
          Once she did, she discovered that his kissing could get even better, especially when
his hands started doing other things.
          He felt the change in her reactions, and then she began kissing him back with
surprising passion. It seemed he'd judged even better than he'd thought in how much combat
turned her on.
          Soon, he was supporting her head with one hand while the other was making itself at
home by exploring her body. She wasn't as busty as many of the women he'd faced, but she
still provided more than a handful of very fine female breast, and her nipples were rosy and
tight, standing up eagerly for his attention, which he was happy to give.
          When he started tweaking her nipples, she began moaning as they kissed. It was such
a shame this was a match as she'd have been happy to discover just how good he was in
other ways since his foreplay was excellent. She hadn't found many men who could gauge
her desires as well and play on them. She even found being tied up like this exciting as she
was usually the dominant one in control of her crew and it was rather fun to let someone who
was this confident take the lead.
          The call of “Ten minutes!” reminded her that time was moving on, and ten million
reasons to continue were calling to her.
          But he was still incredibly good at what he was doing, and she started doing more
suggestive things, seeing if he'd take the hint.
          He did but not exactly as she'd hoped. He left her tangled in the ropes, but he did
stand up and move his kilt aside so she could get a nice look at what he had underneath.
What he had under his kilt was an exceedingly male erection. Hard cocks weren't
pretty, but under the right circumstances they were preferred to limp ones.
          She licked her lips and gave him a smile that told him what she wanted next.
          Happy to oblige when it was what he'd been hoping for as well, he moved up and
taking his erection by the base, he ran it gently along her jaw and over towards her lips.
          Before he'd even gotten there, she turned her head and was capturing him in her
eager lips.
          Damn. Maybe it wasn't an act, he thought.
          While this wasn't exactly what she'd intended him to move on to, she couldn't object
since he had an incredibly fun cock to suck. There weren't a lot of men she was attracted to
this way, but when she was, she made up for lost time. Her hands being bound just made her
work all the harder with lips and tongue, and she wanted him crazy with desire... the crazier
the better.
          He didn't go all dominant on her but let her take the lead as she clearly was willing to
perform without any more force from him. She might not be the most technically polished, but
she certainly made up for that with enthusiasm, and all he needed was to give her a bit of
support with a hand behind her head, her long blonde hair gathered up into his grip, and she
was more than happy to do the rest.
          She was getting more and more vocal, and Quinn wondered if she was actually as
pleased as she sounded, so he decided a bit of “cheating” was in order. It would make no
difference to the match, but it would let him know if she were that good an actress. If she
were, he might have misjudged her suitability for being a member of Phoenix.
          When he slid silently along her nerves, easily following the heavy surges of pleasure
being transmitted along the synapses on the way to her brain, he soon located her pleasure
nexus and was pleased to discover it was working heavily. She was probably three-quarters
to a genuine climax on her own without any assistance from him at all.
          That didn't mean that he wouldn't give her a bit of a boost now that he was here.
          His mind reached out and stroked the nerves firing the heaviest already, and she gave
a loud moan, her cheeks caving in as she sucked even harder, working him faster into her
greedy mouth.
          Well, can't leave her hanging like that.
          He made sure his own climax reflex was firmly blocked before giving her a solid jolt,
and he felt the answering surge of pleasure fire back from her mind.
          She gave a high squeal and tried to swallow his cock down, bobbing her head as she
forgot about what she was after in the heat of the moment and tried to make him come along
with her.
          The orgasm peaked and started to taper off, and Bonne Jenet gave a shudder and
sigh as she began to come back down to Earth, but she continued to moan and sheath him in
her clinging lips, not certain what had happened but not upset that it had. Though she
sometimes had felt she might climax from giving head, this was the first time she'd discovered
it could happen and felt a kind of triumph.
          Almost as much as when she scored a big payday, and that thought brought her back
to he plan.
          Orgasms were all very nice (very nice in this case) but they didn't fill your pockets and
they couldn't be shared with her crew (or at least she wasn't going to try), so she reluctantly
eased off on her head and gave him a wicked smile, inviting him to try something more to
enjoy the moment.
          “Really?” he questioned. Well, in his experience women were much less likely to wish
him bodily harm when they had just enjoyed a good orgasm.
          He moved back a step and bent down far enough to run his hands down her torso front
and back, one sliding easily over her stomach, the other sensuously easing down her back
and over her fine derriere until his hands both reached their destinations. She moaned in
encouragement as his fingers began to rub over her both front and back, and she let herself
react honestly because it felt wonderful. Either one by itself would have been nice, but both
at once felt incredible. She was wet and slippery from her orgasm, but his fingers helped her
regain her waning excitement and she was quickly on her way back to another sexual
release.
          She felt him skin off her bottoms, leaving her basically naked with the exception of her
favorite purple heels, and she was more than happy to cooperate because regardless of what
happened, she'd probably be pleased with the result.
          “Fifteen minutes!”
          Bonne Jenet tried not to let the time reminder throw her off. She was enjoying herself
more than she had in a long time, and she was about to enjoy herself even more if things up
to now were any indication.
          He smiled at her with a mix of enjoyment and implied wickedness, and she found
herself responding to him with a nod of encouragement as he lifted her by her legs.
          Here we go, she thought.
          He actually helped her by supporting her weight with his hands, letting her get her
ankles locked behind his back, and as she did she felt his cock slide between her wet labia,
and suddenly she had second thoughts.
          He felt incredible, and she still had plenty of time.
          Getting her ankles hooked behind him, she pulled him forward and as he moved, she
felt him push his way inside her, and she had to gasp at the sensation.
          Oh, god, he felt amazing!
          She couldn't help herself. She wanted him all the way inside her, and she urged him
closer with her legs until he was almost balls deep and she felt him almost at her cervix.
          Her body stopped, knowing that any further and she'd be in serious pain, but the
temptation was so great.
          Then he withdrew part way and he began to move.
          And the blonde pirate lost whatever plans she might have been brewing as they were
ruined by the sensation of Quinn's cock rubbing against all her sensitive spots.
          It only took him a dozen strokes before she was gasping and arching her back,
amazed as how quickly he'd gotten her to climax.
          She barely registered his saying, “See? Sometimes it doesn't even take thirty
seconds.”
          She hung there and urged him on with her legs, using her grip around his waist to help
him with each stroke, moaning eagerly as he drove her quickly from one climax to the next.
          She'd never been so hair-trigger before, just a couple of climaxes in an evening being a good
result for her. He shattered that quickly and then helped her rewrite the book on what she
thought of as “good”.
          Some time after the call of “Twenty minutes!” she felt him slow, and she started to relax
enough to think clearly again, but he wasn't finished. He seemed to have some new idea in
mind, and she wasn't certain if she was eager or scared.
          She felt him withdraw completely from her, but he didn't move more than a bit before
he was again pressing forward, and she found herself with an impossible decision... whether
to fight the man who was giving her such incredible pleasure so far or to relax and discover
what it was like to have a man fuck her ass, particularly this man.
          Bonne Jenet wasn't truly inexperienced this way, but it was only toys she'd
experimented with before this, not sure if the pleasure it brought was worth the pain that
accompanied it.
          She gave a high whimper as he pushed, and she realized she'd made her decision as
she urged him forward in spite of the stab of pain as he penetrated her.
          Then he was inside her and she gave a series of high wordless pants, her eyes and
mouth wide open in a kind of shock as she gazed off at nothing, hanging there as she
shook...
          And then he pushed forward and she came.
          Her back arched high and her legs pulled as she gave a huge gasp, the climax that
shook her taking her by surprise. He felt her legs trembling as she held onto him.
          Then he was moving as she went from frozen to frenzied.
          Before she'd been urging him on, but now she was demanding, moaning loudly as she
hunched hard and pulled him towards her with each stroke, his hips striking the backs of her
thighs and shaking her as she almost howled in pleasure.
          Her legs started squeezing him harder and Quinn couldn't tell if it was voluntary or not.
          He felt the tight ring of her sphincter trying to squeeze him as well, and if she wasn't intending
to make it better for him, she was doing a hell of a job at faking it.
          She seemed to find her voice finally as she started to whine, “oh, god, oh, god, oh,
god,” in time with his driving pelvis, then she gave a wavering kind of cry and arched her back
almost painfully high as she came intensely, her legs locking hard around her as she tried to
hold him snug to her as she shook in climax.
          “Twenty-five minutes!”
          She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself easily enough. Quinn hadn't used his
Talent to encourage her to enjoy herself except the one occasion, but that certainly seemed to
have been enough as she was having a hell of a time now without any more of a cheat on his
part.
          She began to tremble in waves, and Quinn was enjoying looking over her as she
reacted to the stimulation she was under. She was biting her lower lip with a look of doubt on
her face as if unsure she'd be able to handle it if things went much further. Her nipples were
like a pair or opaque rubies they were so tight and high, her areolae nothing but small masses
of goosebumps.
          Quinn heard her muttering something and he thought he understood it but couldn't be
absolutely positive. He'd find out later.
          In the mean time, he kept moving his hips, shaking her lovely young body with each
impact and she continued to whine and shake, the feeling of his cock plundering her sensitive
ass this way leaving her unprotected from a long series of climaxes, each one stronger than
the last.Her muscles were complaining from exhaustion, not from fighting but from trying to
react to her nervous system as it continued to charge and discharge in a continuous loop.
Her ass was crying out but also felt better than anything she'd ever known until she was
hanging on the edge of the biggest climax she'd ever known.
          She felt his hands squeeze the cheeks of her ass firmly and his hips thrust savagely,
and he gave a low growling noise that told her he was nearly there. She worked her hips,
muttering over and over as she urged him on.
          Then she felt his motion turn into a kind of jabbing sensation and she could feel the
hot, slick sensation of his cum filling her, and she whinnied and bucked like a wild pony as
she came right along with him. Her muscles locked tight... once... twice... three times... and
then couldn't manage any more and she sagged in his grip, the fleeing tremors of her final
climax leaving her spent.
          He shifted his grip enough to stop her from dropping, moving one hand up her back a
ways until her legs started to droop as well and he realized he couldn't hold her up any more.
          Lowering her down, he let himself slip from her overworked anus and she gave a small groan
as she twitched at the sensation of the wide crown of his cock pulling free of her, then he
eased her down to the mat just in time for Kasumi to call, “Thirty minutes! Bonne Jenet, can
you continue?”
          Hanging there exhausted, she made unintelligible sounds that seemed to be indicating
do I look like I can continue?
          The three observers held a brief conference without disturbing either competitor.
          Once he knew she didn't need his support any more, he let her be suspended there by
her shoulders, her legs unable to help.
          Quinn reached up and after his hand caressed the side of the exhausted blonde's
pretty face, he pulled her top back over her head and down to her waist. The feeling of the
fabric sliding against her nipples made her try to pull back slightly but her body simply refused
to obey. Then he moved over and picked up her skirt, brought it back over and swirled it
around her hips, once again giving her a bit of propriety.

          She sighed loudly as she slowly regained her ability to move, and Quinn helped her to
get free of the ropes.
          Supporting her a moment before he picked her up to carry her, he asked, “So tell me...
does your ass have a nickname?”
          She looked at his as if her hearing was playing tricks on her.
          “What kind of nickname?
          “Like 'the money'.”
          “What are you talking about?” she asked, genuinely puzzled.
          “Because I could have sworn I heard you chanting something about 'fuck the money...
fuck the money'.”
          She looked at him blankly for a moment, then started laughing. It was a tired laugh,
but a genuine one.

          The test that went out read: “B JENET REACHES 30 MINS NO DECISION. WINS 500K.”
