Chapter 3 - On Conditioning: Chapter 3


                                                    On Conditioning

                                                        by Volpone

                                                          Chapter 3

          Just fifteen minutes later, the public address system announced the beginning of the next
match... Harukinu against the Taimanin fighter, Antares.
          Wagering favored Quinn, but not as badly as some might have expected. The experienced
members of the audience knew that fighting twice in a day was unheard of. Fighting twice in the same
hour was incredibly more difficult, yet still the odds ended in his favor by the time betting was closed.
          Perhaps he had done too good a job in his first outing.
          As he lounged in their team box, Quinn got an update from Columbina via his implant.
          ::We made a bit more than anticipated, Quinn. If our estimate of Black's cut is correct, we
probably made about sixteen percent more than he did on the match.::
          ::Beating the house is never a mean feat,:: he responded.
          ::Maybe Black will offer you a partnership before this is over,:: she speculated.
          ::I doubt it, bella. Unless I've misjudged his personality badly, he would much rather have an
interesting opponent than an ally. He's a grand master with no adversary worth his effort. He must be
dead bored, so I'm probably a breath of fresh air.::
          ::We can hope,:: was the smart-ship’s reply.
          The orc guards again escorted the red-headed shinobi to the platform and Quinn repeated his
vault to the arena floor followed by his confident stride to the well-lit ring.
          His opponent observed him as he approached. She knew something was up because she had
been taunted again and again by her captors over how she was going to be the plaything of Cat Lady,
yet here was a strange male moving to face her. She had heard the challenge announced earlier before
she had been escorted back to her holding cell, so she knew he must have defeated the arena champion
or else he wouldn't be her opponent now. He must be some surprise intended to throw her off-balance
since they had left off much of the narcotic conditioning. Yes, that must be why. What other reason
would they have for the change in her treatment?
          Strange, but this mystery man didn't look ominous or threatening. Other than his sinister mask, he
appeared to be an attractive Western male with no indication of infernal influence whatever. What was
Oboro up to, putting her up against this man?
          As she observed him, Quinn took an easy look at the woman he intended to beat and rescue.
          Red-haired and very female, her exaggerated figure had been augmented a bit by Oboro's
chemical/hormonal tinkering, leaving the anti-demon ninja with a bust measurement over a hundred
(very full) centimeters. She was built far more like a model in a men's magazine than a warrior
woman, but her training was still ninja. She might not be up to the level she had been when she first
entered this realm of demons and degradation, but she was still formidable.
          Knowing he had to walk a thin line here, Quinn behaved differently than he had against the
arena champion. When Oboro's voice introduced him, he didn't play to the crowd but instead bowed
politely to his opponent.
          The audience clearly thought this was a taunt and hooted their approval. Several cat calls gave
his bow a vulgar interpretation, and she saw a brief shadow of irritation cloud the expression in the
eyes behind the mask.
          A flash of confusion fled across Antares' face. She had been here before. She had lost here and
she knew there was no honor in losing to the likes of these. Yet this man facing her behaved as if he
had no intention of humiliating her here, and disliked that the crowd expected it.
          No, Antares was sure it must simply be an act to put her off her guard. If she had the chance,
she was going to hurt this man because she knew what lay in store for her if she lost.
          For Quinn, he was playing through every possible way he could of beating his opponent without
actually hurting her while still entertaining the audience to fulfill his bargain with Black. He knew
already there was no way he could possibly get through the match and its aftermath without some
sexual interaction that would make the crowd of voyeuristic onlookers feel they weren't cheated. The
question was how to manage it without the audience or Black deciding it was a scam and Antares not
suffering through genuine sexual humiliation.
          And then Quinn had no more time to consider because Oboro called for final bets, and the
match began.

          Antares was far less arrogant, picking caution over gambling on a sudden rush as his first
opponent had attempted. She assumed a balanced stance and watched him. Her fingers flexed,
wishing that she had a blade to help her against this arena gladiator even though he was unarmed
himself.
          In fact, she was surprised he wore so little that might act as protection. No bracers or vest, no
helmet or heavy cowl, not a bit of armor or even gloves to help him. His lack of artificial aid was
unnerving, making her wary of what she did not see more than what she could.
          In that respect, she was much smarter than his last opponent had been.
          While he might be confident in his ability to win, Quinn knew he would need to not just win but
do so in a way that kept the audience on his side. Winning the match only to have Black call off their
bargain would leave over two dozen women in captivity under Oboro's tender mercies (of which he
knew she had neither), including Vega, Antares older sister and the main reason Quinn had undertaken
this mission.
          As such, Quinn decided a bit of entertainment was in order.
          He bounced up and proceeded into a handspring, a whip-over, and finished with a tucked
double back flip, sticking the landing just ten feet from Antares.
          Terry blinked several times as if she wasn't sure she had actually seen what she thought she had.
The crowd cheered wildly and she knew it had not been a trick.
          His showy gymnastics might not have thrown her, but she clearly saw him turn to face her and
give her a quick wink, and that did.
          What was he playing at?
          He still made no move to attack her, and she began to get nervous. As the seconds dragged, the
crowd began to grow restless and calls from the audience began to grow more insistent.
          He moved closer and Antares tried to stay calm, but she could feel the tension beginning to
wear on her muscles. Her heart beat harder as the anticipation grew inside her. She wished she had
taken an opportunity to stretch before the match, but she'd been too keyed up to think of it in time.
          Suddenly, her opponent shifted his weight back flat-footed and he visibly relaxed.
          He gestured to her easily and said calmly, “Come on... fight me.” It wasn't a challenge, nor had
he made it sound like an order. It was simply a request.
          The audience began to boo.
          Confused, Antares simply stood and tried to be ready.
          Then it was as if something in her opponent snapped, and he came at her.
          “I said 'FIGHT ME'!” he shouted, and suddenly he was on her.
          He moved much faster than he had shown earlier, and she barely had time to try to block him.
His hand swung at her, and as she brought her forearm up to intercept his swing, he somehow swept his
back foot under and caught her completely off-guard. It was a rookie mistake, and she knew it the
moment she made it, but she had stiffened up waiting for him.
          She was falling and her reflexes saved her from it being a bad one, but before she could roll out
of range or somehow place herself in a better defensive position, eighty-plus kilos of male landed on
her, driving the air from her. Then she realized she hadn't been hurt nearly as bad as she might have
been. In fact, he had caught most of his weight on his knee and elbow, but she involuntarily flinched as
his chest came down partly on hers. She rolled up protectively, her arms instinctively protecting her
impressive breasts.
          The crowd changed from boos to cheers as they finally saw some action, and the masked
challenger mashed the anti-demon ninja beneath him. He rolled off and stepped away a couple of
strides, his attitude clearly different now. He was obviously tired of waiting for her to make it a fight,
and now it looked as if he intended to make it a beating.
          That was what the crowd saw, but Antares knew something was very wrong. Her masked foe
could have done some notable damage to her. She'd been taken down by a simple bit of misdirection
which would never have happened if she hadn't psyched herself out first. Certainly, the drugs that they
had used on her hadn't helped, but she could only blame so much on them since they had discontinued
the injections over twenty-four hours before.
          Yet his attack had barely hurt her. She had reacted instinctively, not to the pain but to the
expectation of pain. He'd had her where she was defenseless and he had pulled most of his attack
without appearing to do so. Had he intended, he might have broken bones with a properly placed knee
or elbow, or at least caused her some major bruises, yet he'd left her almost untouched, simply making
her react as if she had been hurt.
          Suddenly, she remembered the wink.
          As he stood there, not even looking at her and waiting for her to rise so he could knock her
down again, the ninja emerged. She rolled not away but towards his turned back. Her leg swung out
and her foot caught him in the back of the knee, buckling his leg and dropping him to the ground.
The crowd went quiet for a moment, then erupted as the realized they had a real fight on their
hands.
          Both fighters rose as if gathering themselves for another exchange, and Quinn nodded slowly as
he circled his opponent.
          It seemed her taking him down had restored the confidence the ninja had lacked earlier, and she
moved more decisively, squaring off against him as if to declare she wouldn't be surprised again.
          Abruptly he came spinning in towards her, and a flurry of blows were aimed and blocked until
she danced back out of his reach, only to reverse herself and come in low, trying to sweep him as he
had done to her earlier.
          She caught his ankle, but he controlled his fall into a back-flip, landing partly on her and partly
behind her. He grappled her, and before she could avoid it, he had her in a hold with one arm around
and the other barring the back of her neck, effectively cutting off most of the blood flow to her brain.
He stood and she had no choice but to follow. He held her like that, his face close to the back of her
head, for almost ten seconds as her hands tried to pry his grip free.
          Then her foot came down and caught him at the ankle. His grip loosened as his leg gave, and
Antares tried to spin out of his grasp.
          She was partially successful as she did get out of his hold, but she left about half of her fighting
doublet dangling in his grip, ripped away from her shoulder all the way to her opposite hip. This
exposed most of her marvelous chest which the crowd seemed to find the high point of the day, their
shouts and cheers almost deafening.
          This didn't seem to worry the fierce young ninja as she came right back at him, not even waiting
to regain her breath completely. She even caught him with a backhand across one cheek and in the ribs
with a spinning back kick, but it seemed he had sacrificed taking the blow to give him a chance to tear
free all but the thinnest strip of the fabric covering her crotch. (Quinn was quite unsurprised to see her
mons was smooth and hairless.)
          It appeared that this was the final straw for the buxom shinobi. She gave a kiai shout and tried
to kick him squarely in the chest, but he seemed ready for something like this as he dropped below her
attack and snapped back to his feet as she passed. His right hand caught her before she could get out of
range, and before she could stop him, he hand his arm around her neck, though this time he didn't have
the other arm behind to complete the choke hold. Still, it seemed his height gave him enough
advantage and she desperately held onto his arm with her struggling hands to prevent him lifting her off
the ground by her neck. She slapped in panic at his inflexible arm as her toes struggled to keep part of
her weight off the choking grip around her throat. Her eyes were open but unfocused, her mouth open,
lips slack, and her struggles faded.
          Or so it seemed to the audience. What they saw was happening, but not quite for the reasons
they assumed. Quinn knew that cutting down breath and blood flow often caused a sexual response in
humans of either sex, hence the phenomenon of erotic asphyxiation. But he also knew that truly
cutting off the blood flow until someone went unconscious was gambling with their life and their future
brain function. Damaging Antares was as unacceptable an outcome as leaving her in Oboro's care. As
such, he used his hold to mask what he actually did, namely use his knowledge of the human nervous
system and how to manipulate it using his Talent. Using his plentiful skin-to-skin contact to establish a
connection between their systems, he basically made her blood pressure drop and blocked much of her
voluntary muscle control while pushing more stimulus into her pleasure center. To the outside world, it
looked just as if he had used his choke hold to render her semi-conscious.
          Quinn waited until her hands dropped limply before he shifted his hold enough (it seemed) to
let her begin to struggle again, but not much. He reached around her with his free hand and slid it
under her left breast, taking the notable weight of her heavy globe in his fingers. He gave it several
good squeezes as if testing its resistance, and Antares trembled visibly.
          The crowd went berserk, roaring approval.
          Releasing her breast, he reached down and picked up her left arm, dropping it to test her
resistance. It fell limply, demonstrating her complete inability to resist whatever he intended. (The
inability was not faked, nor was her trouble focusing. They simply weren't from the choke hold on her
neck.)
          Still, Antares seemed vaguely aware of what was happening to her body because her mouth
opened slightly more when Quinn's fingers found the lovely fat nipple crowning her left tit and pulled it
several times. A tremor went through the semi-conscious woman a couple of times as his fingers
possessed her nipple, tugging it... stretching it until most of the weight of her breast depended from it,
then she gave a harder spasm and her ejaculate showered the mat in front of her.
          The arena was deafening. Half the crowd was on its feet and cheering.
          Happy with this result, the masked victor eased off his hold and lowered the twitching body of
his defeated quarry down until she was kneeling and facing away from him. Her chest rose and fell
rhythmically as her body occasionally gave little tremors in the after-shocks of orgasm. Her eyes were
still open but her vacant expression and the slack but smiling lips told the story of what was happening.
          He lifted her up and carried her still limp form over to the same square box on which he had
taken his feline opponent earlier. With surprising gentleness, he draped so she lay across the box, her
head tilted back as it hung off the near side.
          Nodding with approval, he slipped his right hand behind her head to help both support and hold
her. He undid the closure on the front of his trousers and, aiming himself properly, he fed the first
several inches of his cock to her.
          It was here that it became clear that Antares was no longer concerned over her having lost the
match. Her features took on a bit more life, and she began smiling more as she began taking more and
more of Quinn's tool in her mouth. She shifted her head slightly and her hands came up to take him by
the hips. She made no attempt to push him away or stop him, but rather began urging him on.
          Hoping never to disappoint, he began moving his hips as she indicated, and she brazenly
demonstrated her considerable talents as a cocksucker to the arena. She kept urging him to fuck her
face until she had every bit of his cock disappearing down her greedy throat.
          As she was clearly not needing any encouragement from him, Quinn let go of her head and
moved his hands once again to her fabulous chest. Even flat on her back, her amazing breasts didn't
sag nearly as much as one would normally expect. They were softer than gravity indicated, and he
began grasping and squeezing them in time to her wanton mouth as she swallowed him to the root
again and again.
          The moment her began groping her chest, Terry showed much greater life. She moaned
expressively whenever he cleared her throat enough for her to grab another breath, and she coaxed him
to use her more, clearly hoping to get him to cum in her expectant mouth.
          As the audience was still going wild, Quinn decided to keep going, happy to substitute her
cooperation for her humiliation so long as the audience let him get away with it. Shifting his grip on
her gorgeous chest, he began squeezing more and more as if he were milking her, his fingers tightening
as they pulled towards her tight nipples.
          This got a definite reaction from his partner in exhibitionism. As soon as he began abusing her
chest as he was, her actions became more emphatic, and her right hand left his hip and began rubbing
urgently between her legs, the slick, lascivious sounds of abundant lubrication demonstrating just how
excited she was by what was happening.
          She wrapped her fingers as far around the base of his delicious prick and scrotum as she could
and began milking him in turn, clearly telling him she was on the brink, ready and eager to have him
fill her greedy mouth with his cum.
          He'd intended to stretch things out, but since this was clearly something she wanted and the
crowd seemed to concur, he relaxed his control and let the sublime ninja cocksucker worshiping his
loins have what she desired.
          The second his cock swelled and spat the first jet of its thick, sticky load into her mouth, she
squealed and her fingers spanked at her clit, an impressive jet of her juices spraying all the way off the
edge of the stage. She gulped at his seed, intending to swallow every drop, but her timing was off a bit
and some cum leaked around the seal of her cock-hungry mouth, running down the side of her face.
          The arena rocked to the deafening approval of the onlookers.
          But Quinn wanted to be sure that the crowd would insist he compete again even if Black should
decide he wanted out of their deal.
          While Terry was winded, she was still excited and ready to go another round. Many of the
“training sessions” she had undergone in her conditioning involved sex not just once but many times
and with many males, most frequently with more than one at a time. A really good session of having
her face fucked just served to get her going.
          As a result, she was not at all disappointed when Quinn pulled his still hard prick from her
smiling lips because he had plans on someplace else for his equipment to go.
          He lifted her up from the hard surface beneath her, and then he was holding her with one of his
hands under the back of each thigh, lifting her completely off the ground. Her still blurry vision
showed her a view of what was being shown on the great overhead monitors. She watched herself
being slowly lowered down onto the hard cock she had just moments ago had in her happy mouth, and
as her image descended, she felt as well as saw that wonderful cock press against the tight seal of her
anus until, with a stab of agonizing bliss, it spread the tight sphincter wide and the head vanished from
view, much to the audience's approval.
          It was odd, watching herself on the huge screen above. She had thought it would make her selfconscious,
or that she would struggle against him at the very least, but even though she was going to
have her ass fucked in front of the entire arena, she wasn't afraid or humiliated, and she didn't
understand why she wasn't. The last time she had been defeated, she had avoided looking at the images
projected across the giant monitors because they showed her humiliation. Now, she was excited to look
and see what the audience was cheering for. She raised her hands up and wrapped them around her
masked companion's neck, helping him by taking some of the weight. Besides, she liked the feel of his
skin and the movement of his muscles beneath the warm, smooth surface.
          But she especially loved the feel of the amazing erection fucking her ass.
          No one in the arena except the ladies of Team Harukinu knew that the reason she wasn't
struggling violently was almost certainly because he was using his neural induction talent to reduce her
panic and increase her desire. Both were simply hormonal responses and he knew how to stimulate
both without her ever being the wiser.
          The audience simply thought she was a slut who was ready to fuck. That they could
understand, especially when it wasn't one of the great hulking orcs doing it.
          The ability to watch herself on the big screen above and see what the audience was seeing... to
hear them responding to what she was doing and having done to her... it was so different, she felt as if it
were a different person her last defeat had involved.
          She saw herself, thighs wide, open for all to see as the thick rod slid from view up her back
entrance, enjoying every bit of what she was feeling, reveling in the wanton act of having her ass
fucked for thousands of onlookers...
          The climax hit her without warning, and she cried out and shook as her body convulsed, milk
coming from both nipples and a jet of her juices fountaining across the stage to the thunderous approval
of the crowd.
          “Nicely done,” came the deep, warm voice in her ear. “Do you have a couple more like that left
in you?”
          His hips kept moving, and she rode the rising wave of her ecstasy as he fucked her tight anus
and she adored every moment of it.
          “Y-y-y-y-y-y-ES!” she shouted and she proved she was right by squirting from all three places
yet again.
          He fucked her to four more squirting orgasms before the audience began to chant in time to his
thrusts, urging the new arena hero, Harukinu, to fill the wanton little strumpet's ass with his semen.
          He started banging Antares' round backside hard with each thrust, and she began to cry out with
each thrust. It took him less than a minute to build up to what he knew was going to be a spectacular
orgasm, even for him. He monitored Terry's rising pleasure, and just as she was about to arrive at the
golden moment herself, he used his special talent and gave her pleasure center a heavy jolt.
          “I-PAAAAAAAAAAAI!” she screamed, her head back, eyes shut tight, and then both of them
cut loose. Juices squirted in several directions from nipples, vagina, and cum from the sphincter of her
anus where it was stretched tight around Quinn's erection.
          The audience went nuts. They shouted to one another, cheering and gesturing, virtually every
one of them on their feet. It went on like that for well over a minute as Antares hung in Quinn's grip,
shaking as she came, trembling as her climax made her buck and cry as each wave shook the young
redhead's lush body.
          Things finally calmed down a little. Quinn tucked himself back into his pants, and Antares was
now laying on her side on side on the box where they had begun their marathon sex act. She was
breathing deeply and regularly, and small tremors raced through her occasionally.
          Reaching down, he picked up the young ninja. Cradling her in his arms easily, he announced to
the audience, “As leader of Team Harukinu and victor of this match, I claim the anti-demon ninja,
Antares, as part of Team Harukinu by right of conquest.”
          He then carried her to his box amid the deafening roar of the crowd.
          Once he had Antares in one of the seats in his box, he turned and went back to his own chair.
          Glancing up at the monitors, he saw the final numbers for the betting on the match. Again, they had
made a good profit, though Quinn would have happily lost as much if it meant getting another woman
out of the chaos arena.
          Seemingly unconcerned over everything, Swallow leaned over and said softly to Quinn, “Now
all y' got t' do, Q, is the exact same thing... 'bout two dozen more times.”
