Chapter 9 - On Dominance: Karin Kanzuki

                                                    On Dominance

                                                        by Volpone

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

                                              Chapter 8: Karin Kanzuki

          Karin was one of those individuals Quinn wasn't sure what to think about her. She was
attractive and talented, but she was also unattractive personally because she was condescending and
snobbish, as she had proven in her accusing him of being a fraud simply because she didn't know who
he was. If she'd admitted she was ignorant about him, he'd have accepted that and given her as much
information as he felt justified in divulging, but since she'd simply decided he wasn't who he claimed to
be (and for purposes of this challenge it was true), he felt she deserved to have her preconceptions give
her problems. What she had hoped to accomplish by her insult was irrelevant. To lead with an
accusation was bad behavior, and Quinn made it a rule not to reward bad behavior.
          Quinn was already in the ring when Karin put in her appearance... five minutes late, almost
certainly a calculated statement meaning she felt he was inferior, his time not worth the same as hers.
Or maybe she wanted to see if he wouldn't wait and simply say since she was late, she forfeited. It
would be one way of getting out of a match she wasn't sure of, and since seven good competitors had
already gone up against him and the best any had done was a tie, she certainly couldn't be certain of her
success.
          Whatever the motive, he wasn't going to let anything so minor screw up his match.
          Naturally, she couldn't just let it go.
          “I see you decided to wait. I hope my delay hasn't been too inconvenient.” She said it as if she
couldn't really care less.
          He simply smiled and replied, “This is to test real world situations. I imagine muggers or
kidnappers are occasionally behind schedule, too.”
          “How good of you to recognize that,” she said, adding at least one layer of subtext to the
statement.
          Quinn glanced at the ladies acting as observers and their expressions were not amused by her
behavior.
          “Yes, I am rather good at times,” he responded, and he saw the gals outside the ring all try to
stifle a laugh. Mika was Karin's friend most of the time, but she understood how abrasive she was at
times, too. She wouldn't be terribly upset if she lost, especially if he beat her in such a way as to make
her keep her mouth shut about the match because it would make her look like a poor sport.
          She'd had her people run checks on Quentin St. James, and she'd been surprised to find he was
actually a business magnate as he claimed, his company, Phoenix Microsystems, being a leader in
hardware but not a household name in that they made components and didn't retail to the public. But
he was every bit as wealthy as she was yet was still a mystery. It made her worried. She was used to
knowing who she was fighting and being able to study their style.
          She'd actually approached all of those who had faced him so far, and while only two had been
willing to talk about it (Mika being unusually unhelpful in her answers while constantly trying to hide a
smug smile,) not one of them would give details or indeed could recall anything about his fighting
except he was strong, fast, and he surprised them more than once. More than that, she couldn't get
them to admit, even the two vacuous blonde wrestlers he faced in the last two days.
Kasumi decided that as an observer and unofficial “time keeper”, she should try to move things
along. If Quinn wanted to stand around and bandy words with her, he'd say something. One thing
          Quinn was not was shy.
          “Are you ready to begin?”
          Quinn looked at Karin and shrugged.
          “I don't warm up,” he told her. “I wouldn't have a chance to warm up if I met an attacker in a
dark alley somewhere, but if you feel the need, fine.”
          She was used to at least stretching out, but she'd be damned if she gave him the satisfaction of
feeling he was giving her advantages before they even began.
          “No. I'll be fine,” she told them.
          “Okay,” Kasumi replied, “then... Begin!”
          She immediately fell into a guard, keeping her midsection covered with one forearm and her
high line blocked with her other. It gave her a good position to strike from as well as her strength was
coming from center rather than swinging in where she'd need to have extra momentum because of her
lighter weight.
          The biggest advantage Quinn had was she couldn't know anything about zhopach, the art he
used, because he was the only practitioner. This was another reason he'd chosen her since she had
invented her own style, putting them on equal footing in that regard.
          The other reason was she got seriously turned on thinking about fighting.
          They stood there for at least fifteen seconds, Karin waiting for him to make the first move. She
could stand there for thirty minutes and get a draw, but she knew he'd never let that happen. He would
never pay someone half-a-million to stand around for half an hour.
          What she didn't know was Quinn was taking this time to figure out how to get her out of her
excessive costuming. She had layers on layers... jacket and blouse, skirt and petticoat and tights, and
the big problem was almost all of it was useless as binding as it was too bulky. That meant he'd be
unable to restrain her as he had virtually every other competitor he'd faced here.
          Well, you work with what ya got.
          One thing he knew about her just from her personality was she probably had no problem going
for some kind of injury attack such as cracking a knee or spiking an ankle... the kind of move that
would get you disqualified in Karate Kid.
          Thank god she looked nothing like Ralph Macchio... or Mr Miyagi.
          They'd been standing there for almost thirty seconds when she finally got impatient and came
after him.
          Sure enough, she went for his knee first thing, but his legs were longer than hers and his kick
went over hers faster than she'd anticipated and he caught her in the leading hip, driving her back but
not doing much real damage other than shaking her slightly.
          He was fast enough, but his kick had lacked force. That meant he'd likely be weaker on attack.
So naturally, he'd want to pull her into another attack.
          All of this was going through her mind when he made her revise all her observations by coming
in with and launching himself high in a forward tuck, his rotation too fast for her to get in close enough
to try to catch him coming out of the tuck, so she brought her arm up to block his descending back foot.
          It hit her with much more force than his previous attack, and she filed it away in her
observations.
          She also stepped back a bit and shook out her arm. He'd caught her with enough force to jar her
up to the shoulder.
          He was on her before she thought possible, and his midsection strike drove her back towards the
corner, but as she fell back momentarily off balance, she felt a rough jerk on her jacket, and she was
suddenly spinning out of control into the ropes near the corner. It was a good thing she hadn't hit the
turnbuckle or she'd have been hurt more.
          Then she realized she was missing her jacket.
          Karin blinked as she watched the man she'd called “fraud” casually toss her custom tailored red
jacket into the seats.
          One down, twelve to go.
          She suddenly realized what he intended and a bit of panic overcame her. He was going to try to
turn this into a thirty minute striptease, and she was not about to let that happen.
          The blonde heiress came in with a flurry of blows: high kick, low-line strike, spinning back
sweep, spinning kick at his back, midsection strike...
          Not one of them landed with anything more than glancing impact.
          And thirty minutes suddenly seemed like an eternity when he was tossing both skirt and
petticoats into the empty audience seats.
          She tried to figure out how he was getting inside her guard so easily. If he could grab her
clothes, then he was inside her defense and could as easily punch her in the ribs or kidney, and she
knew just how devastating a kidney blow was if it landed solidly.
          Her panic flared again, and she found herself attacking almost out of instinct, the blows flying
without her consciously deciding what to try next.
          But when she attempted her throw, she found his arm refused to twist even gripped with both
her hands, and the arm she tried to pull over her shoulder to get him into a simple shoulder throw was
suddenly clasping her tight to his chest, his hand on her left breast.
          “Aah!” she cried, more incensed than than molested, and she spun out of his embrace...
          Leaving her ruffled blouse in his hand.
          Karin moved back to try to give herself a moment to think. Here she was, already down to her
bra, panties and tights, and he hadn't even taken a single really solid hit from her. Those he'd blocked
seemed to not slow him down, and his counters were... embarrassing more than harmful.
          By this point in a normal match, she'd be taunting him over his lack of hitting her, but his ability
to get inside her defense repeatedly made that particular taunt self-defeating. There was no doubt any
longer, he was a serious competitor even if she'd never heard of him. Than anyone could get this adept
in the martial arts world without being in competition regularly was still baffling. That he was rich
enough to bankroll this challenge and not be concerned with the payoffs was just adding insult to
injury.
          As she was thinking, Kasumi called, “Five minutes!”
          That was not helping at all. At this rate, she'd be naked inside of ten minutes.
          She underestimated him by three.
          She tried being on the offense, on the defense, trying single shots, trying combos, going after
weak points, trying counters... he simply didn't have any obvious weaknesses.
          She, on the other hand, was virtually out of wardrobe. She was down to nothing but her panties,
his now having her bra tucked into the waist of his kilt...
          His kilt.
          He'd admitted that he wore nothing beneath it. Perhaps it would shake his confidence if he
suddenly found himself as exposed as she was.
          The next exchange, he managed to grasp the hem of his voluminous kilt and yank as she spun
away, yards of tartan following her.
          And he stepped out of the remaining fabric as casually as if he were in the privacy of his own
bath.
          Karin got a good look at what he was packing beneath his kilt, and suddenly her ideas of
hurting him became much less her objective and she started having impure visions in her head.
          Maybe his fighting style was much more to her liking than she'd originally thought.
          He paused to gather up the yards of pleated fabric and drop them to Reiko, asking, “Would you
set this aside, please?”
          As she took the unfolded kilt from him, she secretly wished she could just take hold of his arm
and pull him down outside the ring so she could have a rematch of another type right there on the venue
floor, but she remained professional. Still, she was unreasonably pleased when she caught his wink.
          Karin had considered attacking while he was doing this, but if she were successful in her attack,
what would she accomplish? Would she be beating him fair and square, or would it be perceived as
taking advantage. He wanted “reality”, but wouldn't that reality show her as a poor sport, or would
he...
          And then it was too late because he was again facing her, his semi-erection making her much
more distracted that she wished to show.
          It was a very nice penis... as far as that kind of thing went. There really wasn't such a thing as a
good looking one... but still...
          She realized she was lubricating at the thought.
          The money wasn't important. Would it be so awful to lose?
          When she caught herself thinking of it being okay to lose, she suddenly shook herself out of the
thinking she'd been sliding into. She was not going to lose! She was used to winning, and she intended
to win this time. If that meant... how had he phrased it? “...hanging from his dick until he gave up,” or
something like that, that's what she'd do.
          She moved in, and she saw him smile as she did. It wasn't condescending or predatory. It was
an honest smile that something had changed.
          She realized it was her attitude, and he'd recognized it the moment it happened.
          Maybe he'll feel differently when I do this!
          The young woman in the blonde ringlets came leaping in, trying for another combo, using her
special attacks from one to the next, and on the third swing he didn't block but moved inside her
defense, and she felt the top of his thigh caught her in the midsection, staggering her back. If it had
been his knee, the fight would likely have been over right then, but the impact was still heavy enough
to make it hard to catch her breath.
          It wasn't a normal zhopach move, but it did the trick, and Quinn moved in, getting her by one
wrist and spinning her back to him while she was trying to recover from his shot to her diaphragm. She
tried to escape but she felt the elastic of her bra wrap around her wrist, and as she instinctively tried to
reach him with her other hand, reaching not for his face but much lower, intending to grab a handful of
testicles and squeeze if she could.
          He intercepted her other hand and chided, “No no no. You need to ask for that. This is not a
self-serve pump.”
          And then she felt him cinch the straps of her bra tight, binding her forearms together behind her
back.
          As she felt it happen, she tried to bring her heel down on his ankle or instep... anything that
would hurt him and make him release her.
          Her foot hit the canvas hard, his foot no longer where she had been aiming, and she gasped
aloud and staggered away with a slight limp, her heel likely bruised by her missed attack.
But she still managed to hold her weight on her bad foot long enough to kick backwards at him
as she moved away, and she was gratified to feel it connect with his leg. It missed the knee as she'd
intended but it still caught his thigh with a pleasing impact.
          She limped away and leaned into the ropes, trying to work her arms free, and she looked at him,
hoping to see him similarly hobbled by her leg kick, but he seemed to be unphased, his balance still
even on his feet, no obvious sign of her attack reflected in his movement.
          With her arms behind her like this, she was almost completely at his mercy, so she dropped to
the mat and tried to roll back onto her shoulders so she could at least try to skin her arms beneath her
backside and get her legs though so her arms were in front of her.
          She was halfway through the roll when she felt him grab her ankles and stop her in an inverted
position, her shoulders to the canvas and legs over her head.
          He didn't attack, but rather just held her in that undignified posture.
          He said conversationally, “You know, you're really much more attractive than your outfit lets
on. You should consider going topless more often. It's a good look on you.”
          It was true.  She was around a 34C, perhaps a bit less, but it looked good regardless.
          She was tempted to spit at him but it would serve no purpose and would just look even less
dignified. Instead, she tried to jerk her ankles free from his hold, but he held on firmly even though his
expression was still quite friendly.
          “Ten minutes!”
          Shit! Still twenty minutes of trying to avoid this son-of-a-bitch, and submitting was not even an
option, no matter what happened. She'd not lose like Montiero had, not even finishing out the match.
(Clearly she didn't know of what had actually happened after Christie had called off the bout.)
          He hooked both her ankles with one arm, not allowing her to kick him while he did whatever he
was planning.
          It turned out that what he was planning involved her underwear being removed, and even
though she thrashed around and grunted with the effort, he still managed to hook the waistline and
draw them towards her knees, baring her backside to him even though she'd clamped her thighs tight to
keep them in place.
          He didn't let this bother him, and he ran his hand gently over her curved backside, surprisingly
gentle in his touch.
          “Don't touch me!” she ordered, used to being in command both in and out of the ring.
          “If you don't want to be touched, you shouldn't be in martial arts,” he observed calmly. “If you
want, you can submit and I won't touch you again... even if you ask me to.”
          She was appalled by the arrogance of him, thinking she'd ask him to touch her after he behaved
like this.His fingers caressed her ass, then rubbed over her exposed labia.
          He admitted truthfully, “I really hope you don't submit. It would be disappointing. In fact, I
think it would be disappointing to both of us, from the feel of things.”
          Glancing up, all three of the observers were at ringside as close as they could get, leaning on the
edge of the ring floor and smiling in anticipation, so he gave them a smile and a wink.
          Karin sounded frustrated at being trapped in such a spot, jerking to get away each time his
fingers touched her, but even though she was struggling, she knew he had her ready for more than a
touch. Anywhere but in the middle of a match and she'd be pulling him onto a convenient surface and
move on to swapping bodily fluids.
          As Quinn looked down on her, giving a rather frank appraisal to the portions she was
involuntarily presenting for his inspection, he notice how her anus had the unmistakable look of pursed
lips, and there was usually only one thing that caused that, especially in a universe like this one.
          “Why, Karin! I do believe you've been doing something improper for a lady of wealth and
refinement,” he teased, and his finger went round her raised sphincter.
          She froze as if turned to stone.
          Oh, god! He could tell?! She usually just satisfied herself privately with one of the toys she
kept for the purpose, but she'd never expected to be in this kind of position so it had never crossed her
mind that there were visible signs of her anal activities.
          Then she started fighting violently, the shock wearing off and the anger of exposure setting in.
He was a bit afraid she'd hurt herself if he impaled her with his fingers while she was gyrating
so much.
          Hmm. I could always spank her. That's usually good to get a woman who's an anal fan going.
          But he decided that would be too predictable.
          Then again, he didn't have to spank her, or impale her, or anything so overt to get her going.
          He put his hand on her lovely curved ass and simply ran it over her smooth, fair skin.
As he did, he used his Talent to slip down her nerves and track the way to her pleasure nexus.
          But he needed to set the stage or it would be too obvious something unusual was going on.
          He told her admiringly, “This really is an exquisite ass, Karin. I can certainly understand why it
might attract someone that way. I'd certainly be tempted myself.”
          And he kept caressing her ass easily as he sent neural signals to the place where her brain
decided what it was feeling, and it was feeling very good right now.
          Her struggles were growing more half-hearted, and the sounds she was making had lost their
violent, angry tone, taking on a more frustrated quality.
          “You know, all you have to do is stop struggling so hard and I'll be more than happy to see if I
can make you glad you did.” And his finger traced the outline of her slightly swollen rear entrance as
his Talent pushed harder at her climax point... just not with quite enough pressure to let her come.
          He watched as her anus tightened slightly at his touch, then relaxed again, and she gave a louder
moan that couldn't be taken as objecting any more.
          He dipped a finger into the embrace of her labia and came away wet, so he moved his
moistened finger to her wrinkled rosebud and slid it slowly inside.
          Just as he was about to give her a solid jolt to her pleasure center, she beat him to the punch and
her asshole clenched down on him as she cried out in orgasm.
          It seemed he'd judged her better than he'd known.
          He let her relax a bit before lowering her legs to the canvas, then he rolled her over onto her
knees, the side of her face pressed into the mat since her hands were still bound tightly behind her back.
This put her ass up-face down.
          Expecting a struggle, he was pleasantly surprised when she didn't even offer a protest.
          He reached down and brushed the ringlets out of her face so he could see her. Her eyes were
closed and her lips were slightly open, her breath coming fast through her mouth as she sought to
recover from her last orgasm. It clearly hit her harder than he'd intended, probably because it had been
something of a fantasy of hers.
          Well, he'd have to see if he could fulfill her fantasy in full.
          He moved back behind her upraised derriere and caressed her again, and she responded with a
moan of anticipation.
          He would never be able to go straight to anal without some serious lubrication even if she
wanted it, and spit was never satisfactory.
          So he decided he needed to borrow some of her own.
          Positioning himself, he pushed forward slowly and his hard cock burrowed inside her slick
pussy.
          While she'd been ready for another kind of penetration, she couldn't object with the wave of
pleasure that washed over her, and when he started to move, she found herself leaning back to meet his
thrusts.
          “There we go. This is much better than fighting, isn't it?” he asked her gently.
          Her answering whimper seemed response enough.
          “Fifteen minutes!”
          The call reminded Karin that she was still in the midst of a bout even if they were no longer
trying to knock the other out. She thought of what she might do from her position, but just then her
climax started to peak and she gasped then cried out.
          It shocked her. She never had an orgasm during regular sex! It was part of why she was so
ready to partake in other routes to find her pleasure.
          She felt her juices flowing freely, and the obscene sound of shlick... shlick... shlick... in time to
his strokes made her feel even more wanton.
          But he'd done what he'd hoped to do which was to get himself thoroughly lubed up, and he
withdrew and shifted his target a bit higher. He usually went through quite a bit of build-up before
going to anal, but with Karin doing everything but having a target tattooed on her bumm, he figured it
was probably okay with her if they skipped most of the foreplay.
          “Oh, god...” she moaned out, the words unclear if it was prayerful or blasphemous.
          He pushed and the wide head of his cock spread her wider before the flaring rim gave her a
sharp stab of pain as it passed her constriction, making her jerk with violence of another type, and she
gave a whinny as she came just from being penetrated like this.
          Oh, she's going to be a fun one.
          That certainly proved to be the case. The wealthy blonde proved to be quite the anal trollop
once they got going, though he appreciated that she didn't try to give him directions or chant
obscenities at him during the act, neither of which he found particularly sexy.
          The sensation of the soft, warm walls of her rectum welcoming him as they did combined with
the snug but not strangling tightness of her sphincter were fabulous, and she certainly didn't object
either, reveling in the feeling of his stiff cock violating her ass this way. It made her feel sexy and
wanton and dirty... all the things an absurdly rich woman could never be in public. Here, he gave her
no choice and so she could enjoy it to the fullest, and she showed him how much as she felt the
pressure within her grow tighter and tighter until...
          Splash.
          The three women outside the ring cheered and applauded Karin as she ejaculated all over the
inside of her thighs and the canvas (and truthfully applauded Quinn for getting her there so quickly,
too), but if the blonde having her ass fucked heard them she made no sign.
          Quinn realized she needed no help from his Talent and let himself return to the inside of his
own head, and honestly it was a fine place to be since he could fully appreciate the sensation of a tight
Karin stretched around his very happy cock.
          Going by the old adage, “If it ain't broke, don't fix it,” he simply kept sliding in deep, his hips
giving a gentle clap against her firm derriere with each thrust as she would slowly begin to tremble in
anticipation, then she'd start to moan higher and higher, then she'd move back to meet him with more
force as she began to keen out her pleasure, then she'd shake and gasp or cry as she had her next
orgasm, every second or third one making her squirt with amazing regularity, and then she'd start the
entire sequence again.
          “Twenty minutes!...”
          (clap... clap... clap...)
          “Twenty-five minutes!...”
          Karin was trembling with exhaustion, her ass begging her to stop but the rest of her driving her
on to yet another amazing orgasm. Her hands and feet had gone numb some time before from her
hyperventilating, and she'd had no thought of their challenge for over ten minutes now, her mind
largely blank except for the reach towards her next explosive moment of animal ecstasy.
          Quinn knew they were getting close to the time limit, so he waited for the blonde anal bunny
impaled on his cock to start to come, and he let himself relax and thrust harder to drive them both to
one final climax.
          As he felt his prick tighten and then spew its load of cum inside her clutching ass, Karin felt the
sudden slickness spreading inside her, and her body reacted by mirroring him, her cunt spraying one
final time as she came harder than ever.
          He held her impaled like that, his hands resting on her shapely hips as he emptied his testicles
inside her, then once neither of them had anything more to expel, he withdrew easily and once he was
clear, he gave her magnificent ass another caress, then let go.
          With not more support and no reason to stay in that position, they watched as Karin's knees slid
wider apart until she was laying flat to the floor from face to feet, her arms still tied behind her, her
breasts mashed into the canvas, and her thighs now joining them.
          Reaching down, he gently untied his opponent as Mika called to her, “Karin, can you
continue?”
          The blonde gave a barely audible “uh-uh,” just managing to make herself heard, knowing that
she couldn't possibly stand, let alone try to defend herself.
          “Twenty-nine minutes, fifteen seconds,” Kasumi noted, and she looked at her fellow onlookers
who both nodded agreement.
          Quinn went over and gently rolled his conquered foe onto her back, then took her up into his
arms and carried her to the ropes before he said to them, “Can two of you give me hand here? No, just
move the ropes so I can get her through without dropping her,” and he carried her to the front row
seats.
          “Did you bring a change of clothes?” he asked the limp woman in his arms as he went to set her
down in a seat.
          All he got back was a snore.

          The text read: “KANZUKI UNABLE TO CONTINUE AT 29 MINS. WINS 100K.”
