Chapter 4 - On Dominance: Kasumi


                                                     On Dominance
                                                       by Volpone

                                                  Chapter 4: Kasumi


          Kasumi was next on the rotation, and Quinn was looking forward to their encounter. Of the
women he had chosen, she was one of the most popular among hentai fans. As such, she had more
sexual experience of a wider variety than any other of his chosen beauties. (One of the humorous
things about Universes as Fiction was it allowed phenomenon such as a woman who was “technically”
always seventeen years old having over twenty-five years of sexual experience.)
          This day, she wore her traditional blue outfit, and Quinn caught a whiff of her excitement even
before the match started. Her scent came to him clearly... more clearly than even his sensitive nose was
usually capable of. Quinn concentrated his perception so he could sense around corners, and true to
what his nose was telling him, he discovered his lovely opponent had chosen to omit whatever she
traditionally wore beneath her blue panel skirt.
          It appeared the young ninja was dressed for action. That suited Quinn admirably.
          That didn't mean she was going to make it easy for him. She would use everything other than
her special ninpo attack because she wanted to win but not to kill him or even injure him.
          Her resolve didn't mean it took him any longer in getting her into a submissive posture.
          She heard the “Five minutes!” call as he was getting her arms firmly bound behind her back
using her own top. He managed to skin it right off her down to the waist by taking the collar and
pulling up, back, then down, effectively entangling her arms both at once. One quick tie, and she was
largely helpless, arms behind her back and held in place by her own belt.
          At that point, the match changed drastically in nature.
          In just moments, he had her trapped between the top and middle ropes by her waist, her legs
bent and hooked under the bottom rope. It forced her into what was almost a kneeling position but held
slightly off the floor, the top half of her body hanging into the ring.
          He moved in front of her and tucked the front of his kilt up into his belt. This put his erection
where she could see it but not reach it. She looked up at him with a smoldering look and waited for
what he would do next. What he did was move up to her, get down on his knees (this brought him
within reach of her lips), lean forward and reach over her so he could draw his fingers up from her
mound, up her labia, and finally between the cheeks of her ass and across her puckered anus.
          Kasumi wasn't inactive for all this. As soon as he was in reach, she wrapped her mouth around
his cock and proceeded to suck him down as far as she could. If she'd had the use of her hands and a
better position, she certainly could have managed better. Considering her positioning, she thought
taking the top half of his ten inch tool was doing acceptably well.
          After Quinn drew his fingers up several times, he paused and parted her labia, insinuating two
probing digits until he was able to rub the inner parts, his now wet fingertips just reaching her clit.
          The moment he touched her this way, her lust soared. (Quinn had avoided using his Talent for
nerve induction before this, but he wanted Kasumi to be as happy as he could make her.) She gave a
series of increasingly louder moans as she bobbed her head emphatically, demonstrating how he was
affecting her. Just a few more seconds and she gave a muffled squeal and shook the ropes as she
started to cum.
          Once she had finished, Quinn withdrew his cock from the kuroichi's greedy lips, bringing a
moan of disappointment from her. She looked up at him with a pout, not wanting to give up her
favorite new toy. To make up for depriving her so, Quinn moved around behind her and began running
the head of his cock up and down the lips he had been massaging moments before. This clearly met
with her approval since she made sounds of encouragement and moved her hips suggestively, urging
him to greater action.
          Not being one to disappoint a young lady in need, Quinn used the head of his cock to rub across
her already engorged clit, making her shake and whimper even louder. A minute of this stimulus and
the shapely young “ninjette” exclaimed and trembled all over as another small orgasm fleeted through
her body.
          “Ten minutes!”
          Quinn commented, “Well then, we don't have a lot of time to waste.”
          And he entered her.
          Kasumi gave a cry as he pushed his way inside her, and she discovered that being touched by
Quinn was nothing compared to being fucked by him.
          She stayed suspended there as he used her sex for his gratification (and hers as well) for the
next five minutes. Four orgasms built, swelled, and exploded in her before she heard the call of
          “Fifteen minutes!”
          Suddenly, she felt Quinn's fingers pluck at the cloth binding her arms, and she was free and he
was helping her out from between the ropes. Confused, she looked at him, wondering if something was
wrong.
          He took one of her hands and lifted it, and she followed as he led her through a pirouette turn
under his arm as if they were dancing. As she was half way through the turn, his other hand caught her
free wrist, and before she realized what he was doing, both her arms were again held behind her back,
but now they were held gently but firmly by his strong hands.
          For a moment, she thought of breaking free. She was sure (and rightly so) that if she tried, he
would let her go. But she was still flushed with excitement at Quinn's forceful sex, and honestly, she
wanted more. Breaking free wouldn't get her that.
          She let him lead her backwards just a step or two, then he leaned back and lowered himself
down until he was sitting on the second rope, his back resting against the top one. This gave him a
kind of seat, and he pulled her with him until she had no choice but to sit on his lap.
          Halfway down, she realized that sitting was not what he intended. His erection was
undiminished, and she felt it slip between the firm cheeks of her derriere to press firmly against her
trembling anus. He pulled at her wrists, and she gave a whimper that combined excitement with
discomfort. He exerted more pressure, and she bit her lower lip as she relaxed and tried not to clamp
down at the pain.
          She'd had her ass fucked on many occasions... some pleasant, some much less so. Kasumi was,
after all, one of the most popular hentai babes of all time. She'd gone “airtight” (taking a cock by each
opening at the same time) more times than most women had had sex. But now she discovered how
incredible it could feel to be given no choice but to surrender herself to the right man's desires.
          Quinn pulled her down until she settled onto his lap and every last centimeter of his hard cock
had vanished up her back entrance, then he began to move. The spring in the ropes aided his motion,
and soon she was being lifted off her feet at the peak of each of his strokes.
          In less than a minute, she had her next climax.
          By the time Mika called “Twenty minutes!”, Kasumi had lost all thought about the match.
          Quinn had taken her under the legs and was now holding her suspended in the air, knees spread wide,
her rectum stretched taut around his tool. Her nipples, erect and tightly wrinkled, ached from being so
hard for so long. Her eyes were closed and tears ran down her cheeks as she whimpered at the
exquisite punishment she was receiving. At every stroke, his thick tool disappeared from view, buried
balls-deep in her eager ass.
          By the call of “Twenty-five minutes!”, she had cum more times than ever before in a single
session and had squirted for two especially powerful ones. Kasumi's arms were up, her fingers locked
behind his neck so she could hold herself there, her marvelous breasts shaking with each thrust.
          Without taking his cock from her ass, Quinn carried his beautiful red-headed fuck toy over to
the corner of the ring and hooked her heels over the top rope facing the turnbuckle. Kasumi's grip
behind his neck tightened as her weight shifted, but she stayed where he placed her. This freed Quinn's
hands for other things, and he reached around her with his left, his forearm going below her left breast
so he could grope her right one with his hand. His right hand went down over her mound and found
her tight joy button. Using a small, circular motion, he started to rub her with just the right amount of
pressure to make her next orgasm soar. She squirted hard and went absolutely silent as she shook hard,
her anus gripping his cock even tighter than normally.
          “Whoa!” was Christie's exclamation as she moved to avoid being caught by the sudden deluge.
          Mika laughed and applauded slowly, all signs of neutrality ignored. (Having been there, she
knew that they were both basically winning this bout.)
          Reiko smiled but otherwise didn't react outwardly. She thought back to Mika's bout, then as she
watched Kasumi's reaction to having her ass ravaged by Quinn, decided she might be a bit disappointed
that she hadn't discovered what the two women knew.
          Kasumi had two more incredible orgasms, then Quinn decided on something special to finish.
          He kept up his actions, his hips driving ten inches of cock up her lascivious ass, left hand
groping her breast and pulling firmly at her nipple, his right rubbing her sex and driving her towards
her next fabulous climax. But he again called on his Talent, using his ability to stimulate or suppress
nerve activity, and he found the point where orgasm was triggered in her brain. Rather than stimulate it
and send her over the edge, he did the neural equivalent of putting his finger in the dike. He let her
pleasure build up but prevented it from releasing. Basically, it was like putting a kink in a garden hose,
only the hose was expanding more and more, building up greater pressure by the moment.
          Quinn knew exactly what time it was. He kept close tabs in order to time things correctly. He'd
been suppressing his own climax for almost ten minutes, hovering close but not too close. Kasumi had
been softly chanting, “Now... now... now... now... now...” for almost a minute, ready to explode, the
tension almost unbearable.
          He decided “now” was a good time.
          He released his own suppression and blasted a huge jet of cum into Kasumi's eager ass, and as
he did, he pulled his finger from the dyke.
          She screamed out, “Quiiiiiiiiiiiiinn!” and ejaculated hard, her muscles all spasming and shaking
as she had the most intense orgasm of her life. Squirting almost to the front row, she hung there and
came and came...
          And then she blacked out.
          “Thirty minutes!” called Mika.
          Quinn held the petite Japanese woman against him as she went limp in his arms, his cock still
buried deep in her ass. His own orgasm finished just as she lost consciousness, her arms falling limp
and her head dropping to one side and then forward.
          Lowering her gently to the canvas, Mika called loudly, “Kasumi, can you continue?”
          Silence greeted her inquiry.
          Mika said, “Challenger was unconscious when time expired but made it to thirty minutes
without a decision.” She looked at Reiko for her opinion.
          “Agreed,” said the other Japanese fighter, Christie echoing the ruling a moment later.
          As she watched Quinn gently cover Kasumi's disheveled form, the substitute observer thought
of her own upcoming bout for the following day, not knowing if she felt trepidation or eagerness.
          Looking at the face of the woman on the mat as she began to stir, the blissful expression told
that win or lose, tomorrow was going to be an interesting day.
          Text: “KASUMI MANAGES DRAW BUT UNCONSCIOUS AT BELL WINS 500K”.
