Chapter 6 - On Proving Yourself: Chapter 6

                                              On Proving Yourself
                                                   by Volpone

                                                     Chapter 6


          And then there were three.
          Quinn again toweled off, a fresh gi appearing on the peg for him when he needed it.
He moved for the mat, and then stopped, offering his hand to Crimson.
          “You said you wanted to try?”
          She started to put her hand in his, then drew back at the last second as if she had
almost walked into a trap.
          “Could we just skip the fighting and move right on to the rest?”
          He shook his head.
          “You gals set up the rules. I’m just playing by them.” His hand remained extended.
          With a shrug, she put her hand in his and let him lead her to the mat.
          As soon as they were both on the padded surface, she grabbed his hand and spun,
trying to throw him. Instead of being thrown, he launched into the direction she was pulling
and did a full forward flip to land on his feet.
          He landed facing her and was smiling.
          “Naughty, naughty, Crimson! But then I thought you looked like the naughty type.”
          She let his taunt pass and didn’t follow up immediately, but watched him for a moment,
waiting for some sign of what he was going to do next.
          He looked set in concrete for all he shifted. His balance was perfectly centered, his
weight forward towards the balls of his feet, set to move in either direction in an instant. She
knew he was faster than anyone she had faced before, so she needed something no one had
tried so far.
          Damned if she could think of what that might be.
          She tried pulling him out of position. She tried feinting both sides. She tried a low-line
attack. She tried high-line.
          He didn’t even move his freaking feet! He just stood there and dodged using his arms
and upper body movement to foil everything she threw at him. She tried a couple of her
special attacks and he still was able to fend them off, though this did get him to bob and
weave slightly.
          And he just stood there smiling that damned smug smile like some Caucasian Buddha
with facial hair. Oh, but she wanted to wipe that smile off his face!
          Maybe some kind of kamikaze attack… one that would surely get her taken out, but
might take him out at the same time. If she set herself up well enough to use her Power
Punch, she would risk his closing with her before she could deliver it because she couldn't use
it with the translocation at the same moment.
          Well, nothing else was working.
          She was getting set for her Power Punch, trying to gauge where he was going to shift to
as soon as she started to move. Just as she was setting her balance to start, he startled her
by giving a classic karate shout as he suddenly came at her.
          Crimson was so surprised that she shifted backwards and stepped right off the mat.
          He immediately stopped and dropped his hands.
          “Crimson?” And he looked at her like she’d cheated by giving up rather than fight.
          “Oh, shut up… I didn’t do it on purpose. You’ve got me so keyed up that I’m ready to
jump through the roof. And since when do you yell during an attack? You didn’t do that with
anybody else.”
          She moved back onto the mat, showing that she wasn’t giving up yet.
          He moved back to give her room and observed, “Never count on an opponent behaving
like you expect. That’s a good way to get dead.”
          “Thank you so much for that, sensei,” she said sarcastically. He’d caught her with one
of the most basic ploys in competition, and she’d fallen for it like a novice. That made her
angry not so much at him as at herself.
          Damn it, I’m better than this. He’s got me buffaloed into thinking I can’t beat him, and
Seven just proved he can be beaten.
          No more sneak attacks. No kamikaze moves. Fight the opponent, not yourself.
          And she did just that.
          Crimson surprised herself by putting what had happened behind her and turning it into
a real match. What she did exactly she couldn’t recall afterward, but she did remember at
least two occasions when she thought she might have had him if he’d been any other
opponent.
          But he wasn’t any other opponent, and she realized she wasn’t going to beat him when
she felt her muscles begin to protest with fatigue. He could just out-wait her and beat her with
no problem.
          So she started to taunt him.
          “What’s wrong, champ? Can’t finish off a little woman you outweigh by forty pounds?”
          He started grinning.
          She was slowing down, but still he didn’t move in for the kill.
          So she kept it up.
          “It must just gripe you, not even able to take me down when you’ve had so many
chances. Come on. Try it. Take me.”
          Oops.
          She realized that she should have been taunting him a lot earlier if she was going to
use it to her advantage. He moved in like a shark and she knew that she was too tired to put
up a decent defense. She couldn't use her translocation if she tried, she was simply too tired.
          Three seconds later, Crimson was laying flat on her back with Quinn on top of her, his
face two inches from hers.
          She managed to get out, “About time,” just before he kissed her.
          He didn’t let it put him off, but his first thought was, God, I’ve got to talk her into quitting
smoking. And then he ignored it and did his best to give her his best.
          When he broke the kiss, she was feeling much more energized, but not for another
round. She was ready for another type of full contact activity.
She started to loosen her tie when he reached down and took it from her hand, using it
to draw her up so that he could kiss her again, harder this time. It was a demanding kiss, and
it made her toes curl.
          Fuckin’ a, he could kiss. No, on second thought, he didn’t kiss. He had sex with his
mouth open.
          She didn’t catch how he did it, but the next thing she knew, her shirt was unbuttoned
and his gi was off, and she was deciding that he felt really good pressed against her like this.
Then he was kneeling over her, and he used her tie to pull her forward until she was
staring right at his cock. She didn’t have much chance to take a good look, because she
automatically opened and then it was way too close to look at, half of it being inside her
mouth.
          He held her there by her tie, not letting it tighten down but not letting her back away
either. He held her in position and started moving his hips. Crimson looked up at him with
challenge in her eyes, a wickedness that just begged for him to try to do something she
wouldn’t take and ask for more.
          So he started to face-fuck her, and she gave him a moan that said she was into it every
bit as much as he was. She was no late teen debutante. She had more years of sexual
experience than any two of the other gals here combined. She snaked out her tongue to try to
slither it along the underside of his cock as far as she could, and he responded by pushing
forward, pressing his rod further and further back into her throat until his balls were brushing
her chin. Then he pulled back and she gasped for breath, but smiled, just begging him to do it
again. So he did. And again... and again... for almost five minutes straight. She'd never
deep-throated any man this long, but she couldn't remember any man she wanted to suck off
as badly. She wanted to taste his cum so badly she could barely stand it.
          Crimson was panting heavily, but only partly from lack of oxygen. Her eyes watered
freely but shone with a eagerness that told Quinn she was up for anything he wanted to try.
So he pushed her back and she moaned in disappointment.
          “I thought for sure you'd want to find out for yourself if I spit or swallow,” she taunted.
          He replied easily, “I'll bet the last time you spit, you were fourteen.”
          She licked her lips provocatively, trying to coax him back and said, “Thirteen... but close
enough.”
          Quinn usually didn't make jokes about pedophilia, but he honestly didn't know if it was a
joke for Crimson or not. Some women started earlier than the legal profession was
comfortable with regardless of what they believed, and twelve-year-olds could still get married
in some states. It made Quinn shudder to think of it, but he could only be incredibly glad that
the woman tempting him to fuck her face some more was considerably beyond any concern of
that nature, and more than willing to show what she'd learned since then.
          Rather than give into temptation, he moved down so that he could slide his tool
between her breasts, and she smiled and cooperated by pushing them together for him so he
could fuck her tits better. He got hold of her nipples and her mouth dropped open but she kept
her smile, taking on an “oh, yeah!” kind of look and breathing heavily as he pulled her breasts
towards each other by the convenient handles. The slick coating of heavy saliva coating him
acted at lubricant and he slipped between easily, and she purred except when she gave
occasional gasps because of his giving her a particularly poignant tweak to the nubs he held
her by.
          He kept it up for only a minute or so, then he let go of her nipples and took her tie,
pulling it up and loosening it enough to slip it off over her head. He held the tie in one hand as
he moved from kneeling across her to beside her, then rolled her over onto her stomach.
          She gave a slight chuckle and started to get up on all fours, ready for a bit of doggie style
when he took her right wrist and pulled it up behind her back. He gave her a bit of a
shove and she went down until he could grab her other hand and it was bound with the other
with her tie at the small of her back.
          “Oh, really?” she asked, her cheek pressed into the mat. “I didn't know you swerved this
way, Quinn.”
          He didn’t bother to reply, but she felt him put a hand on her back and press her firmly
into the yielding surface, her face and chest flat to the floor but her ass still raised up.
He didn’t bother with any foreplay to get her receptive. Hell, if she was any more
receptive, she’d be trying to rape him. He just moved into position and aimed himself so that
with one good push he was all the way inside her slick, hot cunt.
          Crimson had thought that she was going to start taunting him again, pushing him to try
more extreme things with her, but the words died in her throat and all that came out was a
high cry, her eyes wide in shock. She knew he was big. She’d had men as big and even
before, but most of them had been lazy, thinking that a big dick meant it was some kind of
magic wand for making a woman come. None of them before had ever left her speechless.
She tried to form words, to say something… anything… but he started to move and all
she could manage was the expressive moan of a woman being fucked so incredibly she could
barely breathe.
          It only took her thirty seconds before she was coming and she squealed loudly as she
shook all over, her eyes screwed shut tight.
          Quinn let her climax run its course without changing anything, but when her eyes open
once again and she stopped squealing, he simply reached around until he could reach
between her thighs and he started massaging her clit as he pumped away.
          This time, she started squealing much faster, and she shook for at least a minute
before she stopped.
          Having taken her this far in this way, Quinn decided he could afford to move along. He
pulled out but kept his hand pressing her into the mat so that the lovely redhead couldn’t move
even if she had wanted to. After using the lubricant he knew would be at hand, he moved in
and pressed the head of his coated cock against the puckered entrance of her backside.
          Crimson was in no position to object, even if she had wished to… which she didn’t. He started
pressing and she gave a wordless cry as she tried to relax, and suddenly he was in and
fucking her ass like she’d never felt before.
          He held her pinned there, and all she could do was lie there and take it. He slid in until
she could feel his balls against the lips of her pussy and she was squealing. Not in orgasm…
well, not yet… or not quite… or not…
          “EeeeeeeeeeAAAAAAHHHH!” she cried, and she was coming. It wasn’t like she had
come before. It was more primal, from somewhere nearer her core. She strained against
both the bonds holding her wrists and the hand pressing her down, but he knew it wasn’t
because she wanted to escape.
          Since she didn’t have the use of her hands, he obliged her by slipping his free hand
back between her thighs and rubbing her labia while he continued to fuck her up the ass. If
she had been able, she wouldn’t have been trying to escape, but she would have been
slapping the mat hard trying to release some of the tension building within her.
          He knew his fingers weren’t long enough, so he sent a request to Columbina, and the
item he requested appeared at hand.
          She had her eyes scrunched tight as she panted and gave rising cries of passion.
Suddenly his fingers were gone from her, and then she felt something else at the entrance of
her pussy… something much bigger. It pressed forward and she gave a louder exclamation
as she was penetrated by a vibrator somewhere near the size of Quinn himself. He kept
pushing it further in until it was fully inside her.
          Then he turned it on, and she bucked like a bronco at the orgasm that took her and
rattled her right down to her foundation.
          She felt crowded, like there was too much going on—too much stretching her front and
back—but she wouldn’t have wanted it to stop for even a second. She proved it by bucking
again and screaming out her climax.
          When she could breathe again, she lay there and panted heavily, feeling yet another
orgasm building up but a few moments off.
          Or so she thought.
          It was then that Quinn started really moving, quickening the tempo of his thrusts and
jarring her a bit with each impact as he drove deeply inside her wonderfully feminine derriere.
          It was more than Crimson could handle, or so it felt. She screamed again, but she also
came with a magnitude that she’d never felt before. She felt the liquid gush across the
vibrator invading her vagina, and she almost passed out from the intensity of it.
          Her coming like that, ejaculating as she did, was too much for Quinn to resist. He let
the damper on his own orgasm go and he blasted Crimson in the ass with jet after jet of his
hot, sticky come.
          Crimson started sobbing about then, and Quinn slowed, letting the last contractions
empty the last of his semen into her before he slowly withdrew and he eased off the pressure
pinning her down. She sobbed again, and then pulled her legs together and fell to the side,
dropping unchecked to the mat.
          In a flash, Quinn was untying her wrists and holding her close, cradling her, scared that
he had actually hurt her.
          She put her arms around his neck and her face to his chest, giving another sob, but she
pulled herself tight against him as she did.
          Quinn gave a sigh of relief and returned the embrace, rocking her and shushing her
emotional outburst.
          When she had stopped shaking, he relaxed enough to put a hand under her chin and
raise her head so that he could see her face. Surprisingly, her face was dry, and a slight smile
tugged at the corners of her mouth.
          “You okay?”
          She gave a chuckle that he felt but didn’t hear, and she whispered, “Oh, yeah,” and
hugged him tight once again.
          Still concerned, he said, “Next time, I’ll take it easier.”
          Her muffled voice reached him, saying, “Don’t you dare. Just… let me get this out...”
(she reached down to remove the still humming vibrator) “... and get me to the tub, okay?”
It was then that he realized that she was incapable of getting there under her own
power. That was why she had dropped so heavily to the mat when he released her.
          “It would be a pleasure,” and he scooped the tall woman up and deposited her with the
others in the soothing water of the bath. When he had her settled in, he gave her a gentle
kiss, and she smiled in response, then accepted the symbolic hug and kiss from Avis in
welcome.



