Chapter 14 - On Conditioning: Chapter 14

                                                   On Conditioning

                                                        by Volpone

                                                   Grouping: Flatland
                                                    Continuum: Lilith
                                                Location: Chaos Arena

                                                        Chapter 14

          The following morning, Quinn snuck Kage into the residence with Collie's help, and as a result
he was waiting at the side of her bed when she awoke.
          He took the opportunity to fill her in on much of what they were attempting—the common
version, not the full picture as Bonita had gotten, and certainly without telling her how they had kept
her unconscious for over eight hours so Collie could help purge the worst of the affects of her
conditioning. Once she was feeling she had a reasonable handle of things, he let her know that Hunter
was waiting for the word to visit but he'd stalled her until today.
          It took a part of the morning to get Kage settled into their group but much of that didn't involve
Quinn, though he did make certain he was around when she got to try on her new team uniform. It was
surprising to him that she looked so good in the green-and-blacks with her coloring being as dark, but
her platinum hair helped to make the look work better than he'd hoped, not that fashion was a big
concern for him.
          He settled himself down in the study and went over more Records they had managed to acquire,
hoping to get a better idea of who might pop up and what abilities they might possess. There were a
number of titles to search out, and dozens more females who might end up in the arena now that Black
was importing more from other cities. So far, he knew they might face all of those the present
teammates could account for as either seen while they were being held by Oboro and her minions or as
part of operations when they themselves were captured. Of the eleven rescued, they questioned them
all in detail, seeing who they could account for as a certainty as part of Black's captives, and from what
they could reconstruct, they believed they had another eighteen or so still in the hands of Black's
keepers. This was far more than Quinn had hoped but they were there to do a job and they'd stay until
it was done.
          It really was a can of worms now that Black had opened things up and was importing more
arena personnel from other sources. Fortunately, they had the advantage of time. They could rescue
women faster than the source material could account for. That meant they'd run Black's supply dry and
he'd either have to risk those he'd been holding in reserve (that was clearly his intent with Vega) or he'd
have to start cutting back on the arena contestants from outside, and that was the big draw for them. He
couldn't just keep throwing unprepared kidnap victims out there. His audience had gotten spoiled
now... Quinn had seen to that. Team Harukinu were the new darlings of the arena, and the longer they
sat, the more restless the crowd would become. Their matches were now the ones the onlookers were
hoping to see, not the former arena champions who'd all been beaten. Oh, Black could go ahead and
send them back out as he'd done with Cat Lady, but it was clear the audience was less enthusiastic over
someone who was no longer unbeaten.
          There'd be very little up side for Black to hold back now. They'd set the bar and now Black had
to try to keep that level.
          All they needed to do was wait.

          Black-sama was back in his office, newly returned from dealing with his insubordinate witch
doctor, Kiryuu.
          In the end, Kiryuu had made the same mistake every opponent had made, namely
underestimating the demon leader's abilities. As such, Kiryuu was gone, and now Caballera was back,
if somewhat more submissive than previously. Oboro had been recalled from her time in conditioning.
          Speaking of which...
          Looking down under his desk, he watched the magenta-haired demoness eagerly sheathing his
rod with her more-than-eager lips. She was making no more suggestions in how to get around their
agreement with Harukinu-san now. Now she was putting her mouth to much more appropriate use,
namely by trying to keep him satisfied and prove her loyalty to him once again.
          “Ah ah, Oboro! No hands.” he chided, and she immediately moved both her hands behind her
back, doing her best to take him down to the base from this position.
          Oboro love Black-sama's cock. It was the best cock anywhere, and she lived to serve Blacksama
in this way. If he wished her to serve him in some other manner, she would be as eager in that
manner as well. Whatever he wished was what she was joyfully willing to supply.
          “And what has been happening in the arena while I was... in seclusion?” he wanted to know.
          Rengu Azami, the green-haired demoness Oboro had been grooming as another arena
champion, had been acting as arena announcer and on Black's instructions had been filling in for her
absent superior. Now she stepped forward and pointedly ignored the demoness kneeling under the desk
as she made her report.
          “Revenues from the games are stable. Wagering has fluctuated less than a quarter-million yen,
though there have been matches with quite uneven odds during the final rounds.”
          “Undoubtedly because of the involvement of Team Harukinu,” he observed. It was a statement,
not a question.
          “Yes,” she nodded. “They have now sent every one of their original team into the ring.”
          “And naturally they have all won their rounds or you would have begun your report by telling
how we had captured one of Harukinu's pieces.”
          She was less enthusiastic in her agreement in spite of the truth of it.
          “The schedule set by Oboro-san has been followed, but we will need to know who is available
after tonight to continue.”
          Something tickled the back of Black's mind.
          “Those that were representing the arena... who were the ones defeated?”
          “Three days ago, Larkshasha was defeated by their fighter Juno and then the vampire-slayer
Hunter was claimed after her defeat.”
          He made a noncommittal grunt. That was to be expected.
          “The following day, we set the shinobi Acamar against the anti-demon shinobi Rigel, but
Harukinu fighters beat them both, and both were claimed by Team Harukinu.”
          “Hmph,” he said. He'd had higher hopes for Rigel as she was quite formidable, but still the
result was to be expected.
          “Who did they send against Rigel?”
          “There was a substitution. An injury to the Harukinu fighter named Swallow during her match
with Acamar caused their leader to step in himself for the match against Rigel.”
          “Indeed?”  Well, that was an interesting bit of information.
          “As a result, the Harukinu fighter Swallow has not been present in the arena, though it has only
been two days since the injury.”
          He felt Oboro's hand resting on the chair between his thighs and he glanced down.
          “What did I say about hands, Oboro?”
          She immediately returned the hand to behind her back and went back to doing everything she
could with her mouth. It was a good thing she had gotten so much practice to build up her stamina
since going back into conditioning.
          Ignoring the interruption, he said, “We much be certain that nothing has happened to prevent the
injured fighter from returning. Send a message to their leader expressing our concern, and tell me
when we receive a reply.” Swallow was not one of those who had first fired his interest, but he had not
taken into account what was to happen to any fighters who were no longer active. Ah, well...
          “And what of last night?”
          Azami did her best to deliver the next piece of news without making it sound any different.
          “Last night, the Harukinu fighter Adamantina challenged to face the vampiress Kage, and
defeated Power Lady for the right. She then beat Kage and claimed her for their team.”
Black waited a moment to see if this brought a reaction from the demoness servicing him with
her mouth. Power Lady was one of Oboro's favorites, and her humiliation of Vega had been one Oboro
had been especially pleased with.
          But the female lips paying him homage never faltered.
          “Power Lady fetched a good price from the bidders?”
          The green-haired demoness nodded in confirmation.
          “Indeed, she fetched a price second only to that of Vega after her defeat. Had we not limited the
number of bids accepted, the total would have undoubtedly been much higher.”
Black processed this last information with his normal stoicism.
          “And who do we have scheduled for tonight?”
          Normally, he didn't take this kind of interest in the daily operation of the arena, but now that
Kiryuu was no longer a concern Black required something to hold his interest. Living for as long as he
had, keeping himself interested in things was one of his main challenges.
          “We intended to send the detective called Steel to face the Taimanin named Capella. Both are
considered powerful in their own way, and we continue to conserve our loyal fighters.” She
specifically chose to not point out this policy was set forth by the demoness who was currently under
the desk being chastised for her overstepping her place.
          “The Harukinu fighters have proven they are stronger than we first believed, but there are only
six of them they can trust to not lose. At the present rate, they are being given almost a week between
their appearances in the arena. They may be very strong, but there are only six now. We must give
them less time between appearances and tire them out.
          “Let us change our plans and start sending teams of two against another team. This will give
them half the time to recover at best. Perhaps then we will be able to defeat some of them.”
          “Yes, Black-sama.”
          The green-haired female bowed and left.
          Black was interesting to see how his opponent in this game responded to the challenge.
          Not even looking down at the female who had been fellating him during this update, he told her,
          “Now you may finish, Oboro.”
          She gave a moan of gratitude and began to suck harder, her hands behind her back and her
cheeks hollowed deeply as she bobbed her head in a frenzied manner, striving hard to get the reward
her lord was now willing to supply.

          The team took their places in the Harukinu box, and there was actually applause greeting them
as they did. Quinn was glad to see their plan had been successful in transferring the crowd's support
from the regular arena fighters to themselves. It was almost like being the home town favorites and
would make it much more difficult for Black to back out of their deal. If Team Harukinu suddenly
stopped showing up, they'd have an arena of very unhappy audience members.
          They had not much more than settled in their seats when the messenger arrived. It was
interesting to note that the man (he looked like a man at least) in the business suit stood politely silent,
waiting to be noticed before speaking.
          “Yes?” Quinn prompted.
          “My master, Black-sama, wishes to bid Harukinu-sama and his followers welcome to the arena,
and also wishes to inquire as to the condition of the noble fighter Swallow. He wished me to express
his sincere hope that she will be able to return soon to the arena.”
          Hmm. It could be that he was saving face, but it sounded like what Quinn might say if the roles
were reversed and he hadn't had anything to do with the events leading up to Swallow's poisoning.
          “Please thank Black-sama for his concern, but I regret to inform him that Swallow shall be
unable to return to the arena for the foreseeable future due to the nature of her injury.”
          There. That would either force Black to own up to having information about what was done or
he'd have to stay quiet and let Swallow be placed on the injured list where she couldn't be stolen from
their team. Either way worked for them. Quinn wasn't excited at the idea of curing the problem and
having a Swallow who was still recovering back in the arena where she'd naturally want to participate
again instead of resting.
          The messenger surprised him by not leaving but rather beginning another message.
          “Black-sama also wished me to inform you in advance of a change in format for the final match
tonight. To generate greater interest, my master has decided that he will be matching teams of two
fighters against each other rather than the normal one-on-one bouts as have been traditional. He hopes
this will meet with your approval, but of course you are welcome to decline this change and allow the
bout to proceed unchallenged.”
          That sounded more like the Black he was expecting to face. Polite but daring Quinn and his
team to lose some of their popularity by sitting the night out. The more this happened, the lower their
approval ratings would be and the stronger Black's position once again.
          “Thank Black-sama for the information. Please inform him in return that we will naturally
accept this change if the fighters involved meet with our approval.”
          If Black was going to change the rules on them like this, Quinn was going to get something in
return.
          “Please go on to inform your master that we would like to provide the victors of any match with
additional... options which will naturally be available to whoever the winners may be. We will see that
the items are placed off the stage where they will not be distracting but will be accessible after the
match is decided without undue delay. I will assume this is acceptable to him if he does not object
before our next challenge.”
          The messenger bowed and exited promptly to deliver his new message, and when he was out of
earshot Quinn said to Nova and Verita, “Would you please go to the residence and bring a chest with a
suitable selection of toys for use? We'll set the chest by the steps on this side of the stage where they'll
be easily available.” He thought a moment, then added, “Be sure we have some things that will be
visible to the audience.”
          When the gals were well outside of the arena precincts, Nova commented to her teammate,
          “That was probably the most genteel way of saying 'pack up the biggest marital aids you've got” I've
ever heard.”
          Verita looked at her blonde compatriot and asked, “You've had other requests to bring a variety
of large sex toys to a combat site before?”
          Nova had to think for a moment, then replied, “You're so incredibly literal sometimes, I hesitate
to say 'give me a hand'.”
          “I thought you preferred both hands,” the Amazon responded, making one of her rare jokes.
          The blonde shook her head, warning, “Don't start teasing me when we're on a mission like this.
I may decide to try a few of them out on you before we get them back to the arena and I'd hate to miss
the opening rounds.”
          “I've seldom known you to miss an opening,” Verita responded, and Nova stopped and stared at
her a moment.
          “Two jokes in a day? Are you sure you're feeling alright?”

          The announcement of the new team competition rounds caused quite a stir among the audience,
and those who were gamblers were suddenly thrown into chaos, all their experience in judging
individual competitors rendered useless in a stroke. It was unheard of, but also tremendously
challenging. The ability to pair two fighters who could help the other's weaknesses made the security
of the reigning Harukinus much more at risk.
          But the more Quinn thought about it, the more he felt Black had done them a favor. They had
one huge advantage, namely that Black and Oboro could have no real idea how good their individuals
were. Just with the number they had available at this moment, with the backup of Columbina, Quinn
felt it might be possible to rescue most of the remaining Taimanin but surprise and brute force... and
thereby place the entire continuum at risk of imploding. Vega could be rescued, but only via the arena
or they risked the universe losing its reason for existing. Quinn had never been at ground zero for a
time-line collapsing, and he had no desire to change that.
          Nova and Verita returned in time and after letting the others know what was inside, they placed
the chest next to the stairs where Quinn suggested. The ladies all seemed to feel more at ease with the
options this created for the post-victory “celebration” than previously.
          When the finale was announced, the pairing didn't surprise Quinn much. He'd expected
something similar though there were still very few Taimanin presented. Oboro was back at
announcing, and the pairings were rather poetic in their set-up. As Oboro called it, a contest of “earth
and fire versus blood and magic”. The first pair was Steel, a detective with flowing white hair who had
been nano-enhanced so she could create steel armor over her skin where needed (a kind of techno
version of the Witchblade), and Capella, a blonde-shading-to-pink-haired Taimanin shinobi who used
some kind of “star magic”. Facing them were the two missing members of Hunter and Kage's group:
Borders, a dark-green-haired witch who was adept at shielding and warding magic, and their leader,
Ciega, a red-eyed, white-haired vampiress and the queen who had been overthrown as leader of the
vampires of this corner of the world. Ciega and Borders were quite familiar with each other and so
were likely the better as a team while Steel and Capella were unfamiliar but were likely more powerful
as individuals. Naturally they couldn't let them fight as someone would likely end up dead, and they
would all be good additions to Phoenix Group if they could get them free.
          Quinn was analyzing the options as fast as he could and the big trouble was he had no one who
was immune to all the powers represented.
          Steel could basically grow armor or steel talons when needed, and as the top detective in her
area of expertise (organized crime) she was smart and savvy, unlikely to make rookie mistakes. She
was undoubtedly capable physically even without her metal augmentation.
          Capella was a two-handed fighter as he'd seen stills of her using a blade in each hand, and it
was possible her “star magic” enabled her to summon a sword and star-shaped shield of (for lack of a
more precise term) star energy. Also, in spite of her centerfold looks, as a Taimanin, she was
undoubtedly well-trained in the martial arts.
          Borders was the most mature looking of the group, and as a more bookish witch who
specialized in defensive magic, she was likely the least offensively capable of the lot. She had the kind
of soft physical appearance that Acamar had, her curves lush rather than making her seem overweight.
          As a vampire queen, Ciega was likely the strongest of the four and capable of committing some
mayhem though Quinn believed her position was to see humans as people rather than as food which
meant she was unlikely to bite any of them. Still, this wasn't your average church picnic and she might
not be playing by the same rules now that she had been overthrown.
          The bottom line was with two adepts and three of them genuine threats even if unarmed (a
condition which Steel was unable to suffer from what he knew), he needed the hardest to injure of them
all which were Adamantina and Juno, but since Tina had fought last night, the best option was if he and
Juno teamed up for this.
          He knew his decision wouldn't be popular with any of them with the possible exception of Juno,
and even she wasn't overjoyed with Quinn going back into the ring after only one day of rest. But they
were all professionals and behaved it, none of them voicing their reservations.
          It was interesting that when he struck the gong to challenge, Steel and Capella were sent back to
the locker room to wait while Ciega and Borders stayed to represent the arena... an interesting idea as
Ciega was unlikely to want to do Black any favors.
          It was too bad none of the ladies who might offer the best advice were present, but they knew
more about their opponents than their opponents did about the Harukinu folk. Terry knew some
second-hand information about Capella, but that was all.
          As they moved to the stage, Quinn told Juno, “The biggest question is how close to full
potential are they after their treatments? I don't think you'll be able to ghost past Borders' barriers so
let's hold that as a last resort.” He was, of course, referring to her ability to go to minimum density
which allowed her to pass through bars or screens without disturbing them. “We don't want to give
away too many trade secrets. I think she'll need much more time to set up anything that can block us
permanently, so I think we can concentrate on taking Borders out of action first then we can worry
about the vampire queen. If I can get in physical contact, I should be able to avoid hurting her.”
          Juno nodded, trusting Quinn's advice about as highly as any. Before being recruited for
Phoenix, she'd been part of a group where their leader had lied to her regularly if it got the results she
was after, so it had taken a bit to trust again, but he'd never abused that trust and she'd rather have him
at her back than most anyone she knew.
          The odds were in Team Harukinu's favor but only by three-to-one by the time the betting was
done. The new team option seemed to have made the bettors more cautious.
          “Begin!”
          There was a kind of excitement to Oboro's amplified voice that told Quinn to be on his toes, but
she'd been gone for days and her absence might have something to do with it.
Ciega took up a spot a half step behind and left of her partner, and Borders immediately began
some kind of spell.
          Quinn and Juno countered by splitting up and coming in from extreme angles, hoping to stretch
whatever kind of spell the witch was weaving enough to weaken it.
          Rather than giving her time to complete her preparations, Quinn kicked his field up to its
second setting to try to get past whatever it was she was readying, and as he moved in, she shifted focus
and gestured more directly at him. He felt the same kind of pressure wave as he'd felt fighting Bonita,
and that gave him and idea. Pushing against the force she was exerting, he kept her focused on him as
he caught Juno's eye and nodded.
          The tall blonde woman stepped up her density to boost both her strength and durability, then
launched an assault of her own, heading for the closer opponent which was the vampire queen.
          Borders saw the movement out of the corner of her eye and gave Quinn a strong push before
swinging her attention over to Juno. She gestured and the statuesque blonde felt like she was wading
through wet cement... not impossible but taking much more strength than normal just to move. It
seemed that the witch's warding was more effective against her denser structure, but it also served to
split her attention as Quinn was now on the move and had cut the distance to Borders in half before she
could bring her attention back to him.
          Quinn used visualization for much of his thinking in situations such as this, and he felt it was
like when she had a general barrier, it was like pushing through gelatine but when focused it was more
like fighting your way against a high-pressure water hose.
          But with two targets, Borders wasn't able to be as smart as Bonita and she didn't think of
targeting the stage under them to force them to lose traction. Quinn was able to get closer even against
Border's direct focus while Juno was at a standstill.
          The moment he'd pulled the witch's attention, Juno closed the distance to the white-haired
vampire woman almost at once. She had her density way up, her flesh impervious to any normal
attack, and when Ciega's hands closed on the taller woman's upper arms to try to hold her back, it felt
like fighting a moving statue, marble or granite rather than flesh and bone.
          Ciega grunted with the effort of grappling with her high-density foe, and Borders realized she'd
allowed the big woman to reach them. In a moment of panic, her less-than-peak attention wavered and
she instinctively turned her focus to the big woman to force her back from her friend and queen.
          The witch gathered a moment of willpower to give greater push to her spell when she felt
fingers gently touch her neck from behind, and her world exploded in a wonderful rush of orgasm.
          Always like that over hurting them, Quinn thought to himself.
          In her reduced state, Borders had been easy prey for his neural induction once he came into
direct physical contact. To the outside it looked as if he used some kind of nerve pinch or pressure
point attack, and the dark-haired witch lost all concentration as she collapsed back into Quinn's waiting
arms.
          That went about as well as we could have hoped, and he took another moment to locate the spot
in the woman's mind that regulated her blood pressure. He gave her another quick orgasm to make her
pliant then told her system to relax...
          And she looked surprised, then went limp.
          One down, and one to convince to give up.
          Quinn worked fast, knowing that Juno and Ciega were grappling across the stage from him. He
glanced up and realized that Juno was working hard to not damage her opponent. In strength versus
strength, they might both be far stronger than a normal human, but Ciega was unnaturally strong while
Juno was supernaturally strong. From the looks of things, overall it was Juno's uniform that was the
big loser.
          But he couldn't take time to admire the view. He had a distraction to finish.
          Borders was dressed in a kind of women's business suit, looking like a schoolteacher more than
a gladiatrix, but in less than thirty seconds, he had her looking much more provocative.
Juno was struggling with her opponent largely to keep her involved for whatever Quinn had
planned. She knew he'd taken out the magically-adept partner and probably just needed a bit of time,
but the vampire queen's talon-like nails were indeed sharp. If she weren't largely impervious, she'd
have been bleeding from a number of nasty wounds by now.
          As it was, her outfit was almost half destroyed, most of the fabric above her waist being in
strips from her opponent's vicious nails. The audience didn't seem to object however as Juno was a
most attractive woman and now she was showing much more than they'd had an opportunity to see
earlier.
          Then they heard Quinn's voice call loudly, “Ciega! Game's over!”
          Their eyes were immediately drawn to the commanding pronouncement, and Juno felt the fight
go out of her antagonist.
          The vampire queen's eyes flicked over, suspecting some kind of trick, but there was Borders in
a state of undress, wearing nothing but her glasses, thigh-high stockings and a garter belt to hold them
up. The masked male who had beaten her friend held her unconscious body aloft. She wasn't hurt that
she could see, but she was completely at his mercy.
          Unwilling to see her friend victimized but unaware that Quinn wasn't capable of such a thing,
the white-haired vampiress stopped fighting and dropped her head in surrender.
The audience had thought they were going to be cheated out of a real show for a moment, but
the announcement of victory didn't come. But Quinn didn't let that stop him.
          “See what we have in the chest,” he told Juno as he lowered the slowly-stirring witch in his
arms to the stage.

          He took the opportunity to get a good look at the woman he'd undressed, and found her much
more attractive than he'd first realized. She wasn't gorgeous, but she was certainly pretty and the body
which she'd been hiding under her conservative attire was criminal to cover up. She had smooth pale
skin and her chest was very comparable to Bellatrix... maybe not quite as busty, but then Trixie was
more the Jessica Rabbit type and so an unfair point of comparison. And if the Records were correct,
she had been highly responsive to her conditioning, which would make this go much better.
          The witch came around finding her body already in use. She was on all fours, and she felt
something nice and firm occupying her vagina. She'd recalled something about a battle, but this clearly
wasn't any kind of fight she'd ever experienced before. She also felt cool, smooth skin come in contact
with her ass and just below where it joined her thighs, the contact each time she shifted back onto the
lovely-feeling item filling her up like this.
          She looked up to see the man standing in front of her, and she remembered that there was a
fight, but now the man she'd been fighting was smiling down at her, no malice in his expression.
          Ciega was feeling something similar but in reverse, the skin she felt coming into contact with
her ass warm and smooth, but she knew it belonged to her friend Borders as she rocked back to take the
other end of the large double-headed marital aid that connected them. In spite of this being basically
forced on them, it wasn't at all unpleasant other than the embarrassment of losing and being made to
perform like this for the crowd.
          Quinn was able to stand back and watch for the moment, and he was honest enough to admit
that the sight of the two women like this was rather hot regardless of the setting. Both women were
more than simply attractive, and they were both clearly enjoying this, their pleasure etched on their
faces, mirrored in the sensual sounds they were making.
          Ciega struck him as a dominatrix, her top laced together in the middle but exposing a wide
expanse of lovely pale skin from neck to navel, her impressive cleavage proudly on display, yet she she
seemed willing to perform as they'd indicated as if she were a natural submissive. Just as with Hunter
and Kage, the conditioning they had undergone certainly seemed to have been incredibly effective.
Once they were sexually stimulated, they were totally compliant, their resistance seeming to have
evaporated the moment they felt pleasure.
          But now that Juno had removed a good part of the vampiress' outfit, he couldn't help but notice
how Ciega had what was undoubtedly the largest clitoris he'd ever seen in person. Normally they were
small and demure and hidden away. Ciega's was anything but demure. It was nearly the size of his
little finger... all his little finger, from first joint to last, and her reactions seemed to indicate it was not a
matter of simple size but seemed to have much greater sensitivity as well. Just a couple of gentle
touches had made her tremble with excitement and eager to accept her half of the double-headed cock
she was sharing. Now both of them were well on their way to climax, being very vocal about how
much they were enjoying their new circumstance.
          A good portion of the crowd had seemed quite openly disappointed by the lack of violence
leading up to the defeat of the new fighters, but once they were in this situation, it was clear the most
were happy to forgive, shouts indicating how many felt this was something the women did regularly if
they were this accepting at being forced into it. Quinn didn't care so long as the gallery was happy with
the show in the long run.
          His line of thought was interrupted by Borders suddenly growing very vocal as she cried out
and pushed herself back harder onto the large silicone dildo, shaking hard and exclaiming as she came.
The jumbotron monitors showed her face as she gasped out her pleasure, and the onlookers
cheered and applauded at “the slut” who was enjoying herself so. Quinn found it ironic how a group of
misogynist demons and criminals seemed to be so pleased at women having orgasms when he'd have
expected them to be much more eager to see them frustrated, but Quinn wasn't worried about finding
consistency in their reactions so long as he could use it to their benefit.
          Whether Border's orgasm was a trigger or the vampiress was simply as easily stimulated as her
colleague, Ciega gasped and started shaking just moments after Borders, though she arched her back
much more visibly, her climax seeming even more moving than that of her human friend.
          Knowing how fickle the audience could be and how easily bored, Quinn nodded to Juno to
indicate it was time to step up the action.
          Borders was just coming down from her lovely orgasm when she heard a reaction from the
gallery and opened her eyes to find a very masculine erection just inches in front of her face. She
looked higher up and found it was attached to the man in green-and-black tights who she had been
fighting earlier, but the look on his face told her he wasn't her adversary any longer. He expected an
entirely different kind of situation with her now, and given the way she felt, the dark-haired witch was
delighted to comply.
          She opened her mouth and the moment she felt his warm cock in her mouth, she gave a
profound moan of gratification. Borders enjoyed sex all kinds of ways, but she especially loved male
cock.
          Quinn knew instantly he'd judged her correctly. Borders went happily to work, clearly enjoying
herself even more than before her orgasm, and she wanted to show him how much. Not only was she
willing, she was rather inspired to judge from her performance and vocal reaction. She began rocking
back and forth, pushing first the dildo deeply into her from behind before shifting directions and taking
Quinn down deeply into her mouth, opening wide and making a happy moan that was interrupted each
time his glans stopped her voice by blocking her throat.
          Pleased at how things were going with Borders, he checked how things were going for Juno and
Ciega, and it was clear the vampire queen was also pleased to play a similar role. She was looking up
at Juno as she sucked the strap-on the tall blonde had belted in place. Juno felt it was nice that this was
one of the devices they had brought along from their home in another universe as much more thought
was put into its design to help it stimulate the user. The woman wearing it could enjoy much more
sensation than the old unfeeling plastic jobs had allowed.
          Ciega seemed not to care if the cock in her mouth wasn't flesh and blood. She seemed perfectly
content at the symbolism of it so long as she was performing some kind of sexual act. No matter the
motive, the beautiful vampiress was performing every bit as enthusiastically as her friend.
          Back with Quinn, the dark-green-haired lovely working his rod was moaning louder and now
had one hand up cradling his testicles, caressing them and using her gentle touch to urge him a little
deeper, apparently enjoying more of a challenge when sucking off a man.
          Gathering up much of her long hair and wrapping them into a nice thick twist, he used this as a
grip to pull her forward onto his cock more.
          The moment he did this, her reactions grew much more overt and in just a matter of half-adozen
nice deep strokes, Borders started to shake and leaned in harder, tossing her head as she used all
the suction she could muster, then swallowed to get him further down her greedy throat.
          He looked down and her eyes had taken on a glassy, mindless look as she trembled violently,
lost in her orgasm with a blissfully brainless look on her face.
          The witch stayed there for about fifteen seconds when Quinn decided her avid performance
deserved a reward and he gave her system a boost of pleasure, hoping to stretch out her enjoyment.
It seemed she was more excited than he'd anticipated as she buried him in her mouth until he
was pressing her nose into his abdomen, and with a spasm there was a sudden rain of liquid from her
impaled feminine fissure as she squirted.
          Juno looked a bit envious that both of their defeated opponents were enjoying themselves more
than she was, so she took a handful of Ciega's hair and pulled her back from the strap-on. The
vampiress released the fake cock in her mouth and began moaning louder and pushing back with more
vigor, trying to get herself to the same level of joy as Borders, but Juno unbelted the strap-on, set it
aside and pulled the former queen back to her crotch. This time there was nothing between Ciega's lips
and Juno's slick labia to act as intermediary. Juno got a bit of a slow response so she moved her hand
behind the woman's head and urged her face between her thighs with more insistence.
          This seemed to be the encouragement Ciega needed as she began lapping at the taller woman's
snatch, and Juno shifted her grip, taking the woman's head between her hands and using more
encouragement than force to get her to perform.
          There were scattered shouts and applause at this, but Quinn could sense their reaction was less
heartfelt than it might be. They'd not had their fill of seeing the defeated pair humiliated. The losers
were too cooperative, enjoying themselves too easily.
          Once Borders was no longer shaking violently, Quinn removed his equipment from the
cooperative woman's talented mouth and pulled her forward, making her move far enough to lose her
end of the two-headed dildo she'd been sharing. She gave a disappointed whine but stopped when he
shifted her over on to her shoulders. He had lots of thick, ropy saliva from Borders throat coating him,
so he didn't have to worry about lube as he pushed the head of his cock against the tight pucker of her
asshole and applied pressure.
          Her eyes went bigger and her mouth dropped open, whether from surprise or in an aborted
attempt to object was unclear.
          Unfortunately his angle was less than ideal and he pushed without getting any penetration. As
this wasn't acceptable in his plan, he swung a leg over so they were in a kind of vertical scissors
position and aimed himself again. This time things went better as she gave a high whimper and the
head of his cock shouldered its way inside her tight rear seal, and once inside he applied steady
downward pressure as he slid in deeper and deeper until every inch of his tool had vanished and he
started to pile-drive into her.
          Now the crowd was much more vocal in their approval. Borders body also seemed to approve
as by the time he was snug to her ass, her face was again mindlessly smiling. He began to pump into
her tight little anus and she made a “huh!” sound with each stroke. It only took him thirty seconds or
so before she began twitching and then jerked with a wordless exclamation as her next climax took her.
          The monitors overhead showed a tight shot of her face, her smiling mouth and protruding tongue
testament to the overload of pleasure coursing through her.
          “Quinn-san...”
          He looked up at Juno's call, and when he did she winked and tossed him the long double-ended
dildo.
          The crowd saw this and a wave of approval surged through them, knowing that something new
was likely on the way.
          Borders was still making mindless sounds and shaking frequently as her prolonged orgasm kept
rolling through her, occasional peaks making her twitch harder, so all he did was take the long dong in
his right hand and using his left hand to aim it, he pushed it down into her unoccupied vagina.
          The twitching woman felt the second phallus enter her, crowding her internally and she began
to overload. It pressed at the walls of her canal and the two cocks rubbed against each other through
the wall separating the two channels, bringing an indescribably pleasure to her. As she felt herself
stretched out both front and back, the tension that had been building inside her once again snapped and
she felt her juices spray out, raining down onto her chest and upturned face as well as the canvas
around her.
          The roar from the gallery was huge, but Quinn knew the lovely witch was able to enjoy a lot
more. Getting a good grip on the upper section of the dildo, he started stroking it into her much faster
than his own cock was moving, at least three times faster than the erection plundering her ass.
          Borders gave a great gasp and her back arched as if electrified, another and much stronger
squirt of her ejaculate arching out, and she stayed there, almost frozen in shock at the assault on her
private parts. After just a few moments, her brain decided this was more than she could handle. She
hung there for most of fifteen seconds, silent and straining as she came with an intensity she hadn't
known, then slipped beyond the borders of what she could handle and collapsed like some puppet that
had lost its puppeteer.
          Her body simply relaxed and slumped down, no more physical resistance remaining as her
brain's circuit breaker tripped and the sexy witch took a little nap.
          The audience seemed to feel her being fucked unconscious was about as good a result as they
were likely to get, but when Quinn turned his attention over to Juno and Ciega, he found that the tall
blonde had been in a neck-and-neck race with the witch for who would climax first, Borders making it
seconds ahead of the blonde as she hunched and held the vampire queen's face into her crotch, giving a
loud gasp as she enjoyed an exceptional orgasm of her own.
          Carefully untangling himself from his unconscious partner, Quinn wandered over to the other
women with a suggestive grin.
          Ciega had been rubbing herself as she ate the lovely blonde fighter controlling her, but now she
had the attention of both Harukinu members and she didn't know what to expect.
          Before she knew it, the vampiress was being lifted up by the man behind her and held in the air
with her knees spread wide facing Juno. The strong male hands under her legs brought her up to waist
height and held her there as she leaned back for balance, the feel of his firm muscular chest warm and
pleasant on her back.
          The blonde she was facing gave a brief nod and reattached the strap-on she'd abandoned earlier,
giving the deposed ruler a good idea of what was coming. Juno turned back and moved in, then took
the woman by the legs and transferred her weight to herself. Ciega felt as if she was going to fall
backwards, but she got her arms up and got them around the neck of the male at her back, suspending
herself between them at a slight angle.
          The tip of the strap-on insinuated itself between her lower lips and moved back and forth a bit
until Ciega was feeling impatient and moaning, ready to be impaled by the plastic cock, and she wasn't
disappointed as the blonde gave a kind of crooked smile and thrust forward with her hips.
          The suddenness of having a foreign object thrust inside her like that made her gasp in pain, but
the pain was also wonderful. Ciega was still quite wet from using the dildo she'd shared earlier with
Borders, so the pain was short lived as the tall blonde began rocking her hips up as she fucked her.
Just as she was getting her rhythm set, the former queen felt something from behind her, and
she realized what the male had in mind.
          Ciega'd been penetrated both front and rear on several occasions, and she'd always found it a
challenge at first but once she adjusted to it, it was rather amazing. She only hoped this time was no
different.
          Taking a deep breath and trying to relax, she bit her full red lower lip a little short of drawing
blood with her sharp teeth. The pressure came as she expected, increasing more and more as he pushed
forward, and then with an abrupt stab of pain, the flaring head popped inside the snug ring of her ass
and her head went back as she gasped at the sensation of being doubly-impaled.
          The pale woman hung there as her body tried to grow accustomed to the feeling of being so
full... so stretched. As a vampire, she was normally rather resistant to pain, but with Gram's treatments,
she was both more sensitive to pain and immeasurably more able to feel sexual arousal.
          Whether it was pain or pleasure she was experiencing made little difference since her body
reacted to it as if it was incredible either way, and her fingers clasped behind his neck as she tried to
work in time with two different things happening to her.
          With Ciega being so cooperative in keeping her balance and Juno holding most of her weight,
          Quinn discovered he had his hands free at a very convenient moment. Looking over Ciega's shoulder,
he saw how both women's amazing breasts were pressing together, not crushed tight but enough to rub
against one another with some friction, adding to their stimulation, their nipples rubbing across one
another with their motion.
          It was too much of an opportunity for Quinn to let pass.
          Reaching around, he slid his hands between them and he began massaging Ciega's fabulous
chest, and she arched her back as his fingers took possession of her. He squeezed hard until she
gasped, then he found her puffy pronounced nipples and rolled them around between her fingers as he
thrust firmly into her tight backside, making her tremble at everything going on at once.
          As he was working Ciega's chest, he felt Juno's firm nipples rubbing at the backs of his hands
with much more emphasis than he might expect accidentally. His eyes went to the lovely blonde facing
him over Ciega's shoulder and the expression on her face told him she was looking for something from
him.
          Clever girl, he thought as he realized her message, then shifted his grip. It took him a few
seconds, but soon he had two sets of nipples trapped between his fingers, one set belonging to each
woman here with him, and he began to tweak and press them together, rubbing them far harder against
each other than they might possibly manage unaided... squeezing them, mashing pleasure out of them.
          The pale woman between them gave a loud gasp at the multiple assault being carried out on her
body and she began to whimper louder and higher, sounding like a violin string being put under too
much tension.
          Quinn realized he was in a spot where he could use his Talent on one woman or the other but
not both, but he had a plan for how to make things work in spite of that.
          Using his contact with Juno through his skin, he bridged the gap between his nervous system
and hers, and as he did he let go of the nipples in his right hand since he was in need of having one
hand free. Then as he felt his own climax trying to force its way to the surface, he used it to time the
rest of what he planned. He rested his hand on Ciega's feminine belly, enjoying the sensation of her
cool smooth skin for a moment as he waited for the right timing.
          As he felt his prostate getting ready, he sent a surge of pleasure down his connection to Juno,
giving her a nice solid climax, and as he felt his cock tighten and the first blast of his semen begin to
fill Ciega's greedy ass, he moved his hand down just a couple of inches and gave the vampiress'
oversized clitoris a nice tug.
          Instantly the white-haired queen gasped as a massive spasm racked her body, her head thrown
back, and she came in a loud and very wet way, her juices running down over Juno's strap-on to rain
onto the canvas at their feet like a small storm. She hung there, suspended between the two cocks
impaling her as she came and twitched uncontrollably until she lost control of herself and went limp,
just as her friend Borders had done minutes before.
          Juno had known what was going to happen and so she rode out her orgasm with little trouble,
knowing that she had an image to maintain, and so she was calm and ready to help Quinn as soon as he
had finished shooting his load into Ciega's derriere.
          Together they carefully lifted the white woman off and down, but holding her up so she didn't
collapse flat on the floor. When he was satisfied Juno had her, Quinn crossed and picked up Borders
who was now beginning to stir but far from ready to walk on her own power.
          Quinn was about to make his announcement when Oboro's voice cut in over the p.a. system
with, “We have a winner! Victory for Team Harukinu!”
          He let the roar die down for several moments before he went ahead with his own, “We claim the
fighters Ciega and Borders for Team Harukinu by right of conquest.”

          Back in the team box with their newest rescues, Quinn and Juno arrived to find that without
orders Hunter and Kage had joined them, Bonita and Rigel acting as added escorts. He also noted that
all of the women were armed in case of trouble, showing they were taking his concerns seriously even
if they had technically disobeyed his orders.
          “We saw who the challengers were on the closed-circuit feed and figured it might help to have a
couple of familiar faces to greet them,” Hunter observed, unsure if she'd overstepped but willing to take
responsibility if there were to be consequences.
          Quinn nodded, realizing it wasn't a bad precedent. They'd be able to bring them up to speed and
Quinn would simply have to find some way to get them off to Columbina for her to help them go
through detox.
          “Take them back to the residence. I'm sure something similar will happen more than once, so
we'll figure how to handle this in the future.”
          Turning to Verita, he said, “Please go along with them back to the residence. We'll be along as
soon as the match is over.”
          Turning to Juno who had changed into an undamaged team uniform, he said, “We've got
another round to win.”

          They took a moment for Quinn to give Juno what info he had about these next fighters from the
Records.
          “I don't know if either is going to be as strong as Ciega, but Steel will be able to create metal
claws and plate armor at need as if it's part of her own skin, but I only recall seeing her use it on her
arms and legs, and it seems to be segmented, as if in smaller plates to allow motion. Capella has some
kind of magic she can call on, so I'd better take her.” He was also aware they had far less information
on the blonde Taimanin than her partner in this round. “We'll approach it same as last time and if you
get an opportunity to take Steel out without badly injuring her, take it.
          “Unfortunately, these two don't have a lot of history together. They've just been thrown
together for this match so there's no loyalty to use for leverage. We'll need to beat both for the win this
time.”
          Showing she'd been aware of Quinn's playing on weaknesses he'd picked up from far more
research than she was privy to, the gen-active blonde asked, “Any kind of stimulation Steel might
respond to? Something to break her concentration if I get the chance? Any brilliant ideas on how I can
generate a magnetic field out there?”
          Quinn's expression showed he appreciated her thinking creatively. He pulled up his mental
images of what was happening when she was showing ahegao.
          “No magnetic ideas without a lot more prep than we'll have. As far as stimulation goes, nipple
or clitoral pinch... anal stimulation... lots of fellatio images as I recall.”
          “Hmm...” she mused, wishing she had access to the strap-on from their last round.
          Quinn understood her thinking and said, “Sorry that doesn't help much.”
          Juno flashed him one of her rare smiles.
          “Nothing to be done about it,” she observed. “At least she can't metal plate her body.”
          “Not that I've seen,” he reminded her, indicating there was a chance they simply hadn't had an
image of it happening.
          She nodded, accepting the fact that they only had so much info to go on.
          They walked to the ring and took up their spot when the orcs escorting their opponents brought
out the other pair.
          Upon looking them over, Steel was definitely the more mature of the two, a look of intelligence
on her face. That didn't make her at all unattractive. She wasn't as busty as so many of the other
competitors but still had a very nice figure packed into some kind of blue high-tech shinobi outfit with
two large transparent blue panels, one over her cleavage and the other over her abdomen.
          Capella was obviously more concerned with her looks. Younger, her hair was obviously tinted
to shade her natural blonde to pink by the time it reached the tips, her outfit the least shinobi he'd seen
on a Taimanin to date. If not for her glove-bracer combination and her very stylized shin guards, it
looked like she was ready to go out to the clubs, wearing a short pleated pink skirt with stars on it and a
dark short-sleeve blazer with matching shirt, both shirt & blazer held together at the center by a single
button. This showed off the black lace-edged bra she wore and her nice cleavage. She had light
emerald green eyes that were naturally smiling even when she was in serious circumstances like this.
The club girl look was completed by the pink leather collar she wore, complete with D-ring to hook a
leash to.
          Either she's submissive or that's false advertising.
          The concept of a naturally submissive female being conditioned to be easy always seemed
redundant to Quinn. All it accomplished was making her less picky in her partners.
          I can work with that.
          The odds were at three-to-one when the call to begin was announced.
          Quinn and Juno did the same kind of flanking move as the first round, pulling the focus of the
two ladies in two different directions.
          But it was clear that while the ladies hadn't worked together before, that didn't mean they didn't
talk or work out a plan. All they did was wait for Quinn and Juno to get far enough apart and they both
triggered their special abilities.
          Steel brought her hands up and suddenly both forearms were covered with metal plate and her
fingers had increased in length by about two inches of gleaming steel claws, but if the former detective
thought it would throw her big blonde adversary off, she was disappointed. The audience reacted far
more than Juno.
          About ten feet behind the steel-plated warrior, Capella gestured with both hands and suddenly
she had a five-pointed star of blue energy covering the back of her left arm like a shield while her right
hand suddenly held a four-foot long broadsword of pink energy. She brought it up to guard like it
weighed almost nothing and Quinn realized she now had a big reach advantage.
          If this weren't enough, the blonde facing Quinn called out, “Now!” and both women charged
him, clearly hoping to take him out before Juno could come to his aid.
          Of the two of them, Quinn was much less confident about his ability to hold up against the
magic of Capella's sword than Steel's claws. His web was durable enough to hold up against most
anything made of normal matter no matter how sharp, but magical energy was something he was
unsure of so he intended to avoid testing his immunity to it in a life or death situation.
          As such, Quinn didn't back up straight as they expected but he went off at ninety degrees to his
right, moving much quicker than a man his size should be able to from a standing start. He avoided
Steel's flashing claws by less than a foot and she couldn't shift directions in time. This put the whitehaired
detective between himself and the long blade of glowing energy wielded by her partner.
          It also ruined their timing so Juno was able to get back into action. She bowled into both
women because they had nearly been atop one another to cover Quinn's shift in location.
          At six-foot-two, Juno was a good-sized woman, but when she had her density cranked up, she
also weighed more than everyone else on the arena stage combined, so she knocked both women down,
all three of them rolling in different directions like billiard balls. You could hear the sound of Juno's
high-density flesh striking against one of Steel's metallic arms though the sound wasn't a clang but
more like the sound of dropping a heavy tool onto concrete since Steel's arms were only metal on the
surface, the interior being flesh and bone which deadened the sound.
          Quinn took advantage and closed in to see if he could grapple with one of the women before
they regained their feet but even though he was fast, he did have momentum and it took a second to
reverse direction like that.
          As such, Juno was first to recover as she was braced for impact and controlled her roll. She
came up and came up into a crouch, ready for one of their opponents to be coming after her.
          But Capella was shaken up by being hit when she hadn't expected it, and she wasn't used to that
kind of physical contact. She was a martial artist, not an American football player. Not only was she
shaken bodily but her energy weapons had vanished for some reason.
          Steel was quicker to react as she'd been ready for hitting another body, but still she was rising
slowly, appearing to have sprained her left leg which, unlike her arms, had not been armored at the
moment of impact.
          Quinn got to Steel and seized her by both wrists, giving him a chance to control her hands. It
was simple bad luck that with her metal skin, he discovered immediately she was immune to his nerve
induction Talent.
          He did his best not to manhandle her, but Steel didn't like being controlled. She fought his hold
first by simply trying to shake him off (this usually worked with most opponents because her hard skin
gave her a big advantage and stopped them from keeping a grip) but Quinn's hold was too tough for
this. She tried a couple of different moves using judo and nage waza (karate's version of judo), but
Quinn's zhopach reflexes helped him neutralize these and she almost lifted herself off the ground in his
grip before she realized she couldn't gain enough leverage.
          It was then that she got smart and did what Quinn couldn't neutralize which was activating the
nano-armor for her legs, giving her both metal skin and (the part he hadn't anticipated) talons for
toenails. She tried to rake his shin with her feet, thinking this would at least injure him enough to let
her escape, but she discovered he wasn't entirely unprepared as she felt metal on metal. Glancing
down, she realized he had metal plate greaves that fit his legs beneath his tights. They weren't obvious
and were clearly customized to pass unnoticed like this.
          I need to remember to thank Collie for those, Quinn thought.
          Then his ears warned him of what was coming and he kicked his web up to its top setting,
basically feeling like he'd donned a full suit of well-fitted plate armor because he knew they were going
to get hit again.
          In just a moment, Juno bore Capella back into Quinn and Steel, all of them crashing in different
directions.
          The big blonde had realized they'd gotten their opponents switched and figured Quinn could
take out Capella so long as she didn't have her energy weapons active. The last time she'd crashed into
them, the perky blonde had lost control of her magical arms, so she simply repeated what worked by
tackling her and driving her back into the other two.
          As Quinn was in more control and his web provided more general protection, he released Steel
just a fraction of a second before they were hit and turned his fall into an intentional tumble and came
back to a three-point stance. Juno did a forward roll right across the other two and was standing, facing
their opponents.
          She called, “Mine!” and went back after Steel, knowing she could occupy the armored woman
long enough for Quinn to probably handle the shaken shinobi.
          As he moved in quickly to grasp Capella, he noticed the large gem-like insets on her bracers.
They were odd considering they were part of armor intended to defend, so big raised diamonds of any
type were counter productive as they would stop blows from sliding off as easily as smooth metal.
They had to have some purpose, and that was most likely her magical weapons.
          Before the pretty blonde could regain her feet completely, Quinn had moved over and was
lifting her politely.
          “Up you go,” he told her with a smile, and his grip on her bare arm below her blazer let him use
his neural stimulation.
          Capella's world lit up like she was a firework, the huge explosion of ecstasy catching her
completely unprepared and her world quickly went dark.
          Knowing it would take her at least thirty seconds or so to wake up, Quinn took a moment to
strip her of her bracers (in case he was right about her magical assistance) before he crossed to where
Steel and Juno were grappling.
          The bigger blonde was doing a good job of keeping the claws of the white-haired detective from
ruining her outfit as Ciega had done earlier, mainly by using the new greaves and bracers Columbina
had worked into their outfits. Her long gloves were a lost cause, but that was acceptable since the
metal guards beneath didn't even show much in the way of scratches. This also kept the slighter
woman focused on her so Quinn could walk up and give her a similar jolt to the one he'd used on her
partner for the match, making Steel jerk and then collapse. (Quinn may have been the only one who
noticed how the crotch of both women's outfits were now soaked.)
          As Steel began to crumple, Juno reached out and tried to grab the falling woman by her
clothing, the only spot not snug to the woman's skin being the area stretched between her breasts. Juno
got a strong grip as the detective dropped, and there was a sound of ripping as Steel hit the stage a bit
softer than she would have normally, leaving Juno with most of the front of the other female's uniform
in her grasp.
          Looking at Quinn, the big blonde said insincerely, “Oops?”
          Moving briskly, the two still standing did quick alterations to their defeated adversaries' outfits,
Juno quickly fetching two sets of real metal manacles and a spreader bar from the chest to prevent Steel
from shredding whatever ropes or cloth they might restrain her with.
          Quinn moved to the younger woman and after taking a moment to admire his catch, (he had to
raise his eyebrows and give a small whistle in appreciation,) he leaned down and got rid of the part of
her outfit that made her dressed for clubbing, leaving her dressed for the bedroom in just bra and
(soaked) thong.
          I think I need an acronym for these gals... like TSS for 'Taimanin stacked shinobi'. They all
seem to be much better built than your average ninja.
          Once he had her pared down to essentials, he used part of her former clothes to bind her wrists
behind her back, then carried her over near Steel and settled her down just as she was coming around.

          Capella came to and blinked her eyes to see the male who they'd been fighting crouched down
within arm's reach, hands resting on knees and a pleasant smile on his face.
          “Fight's over. Now the fun part,” he told her.
          The audience's shouts seemed to agree with him.
          The sexy young blonde knew the difference between being knocked cold and an orgasm, and
she clearly recalled an orgasm. It had set off her conditioning and now her body was telling her it was
ready to fuck, so his telling her the fight was over was fine with her. She just wanted another climax
like the last, but she wanted to work up to it the normal way.
          Looking at her and seeing she didn't seem terribly distraught, he said to her, “Let me get that out
of your way for you,” and he reached around to undo the clasp of her bra. It was almost a demi-bra to
begin with, barely covering her nipples and designed more as a platform on which to display her very
fine tits rather than support them, as they needed little help in that department.
          The crowd seemed to agree with his assessment. She was probably the most stereotypical
blonde beach bunny they'd run across this mission. She had both navel and nipple piercings, her nipple
rings actually matching the D-ring on her pink collar. They kept her nipples up and happy from the
looks of them. It was quite obvious this hadn't been done by her captors as they wouldn't have
bothered with tasteful, matching silver rings like this.
          Looking at her piercings, he just knew what he was going to find as he reached out and
teasingly slid down her thong.
          Just as he expected, there was another matching silver piercing through her clitoris.
          “Aww. Isn't that too cute,” he commented, reaching out a finger and playing with her clit ring.
This made her whine and her hips moved involuntarily.
          He leaned down close to her ear so neither cameras nor microphones could detect his words.
          “Don't make it look like you want this too much or they'll send you back to your captors.”
          It wasn't true, and Quinn didn't like lying to her, but if too many of these women looked like
they wanted what was happening, Black might cancel their deal, leaving other Taimanin captives. He'd
explain why later when they didn't have such a literal audience.
          He knelt back a bit as if looking her over, and he wasn't sure if she believed him or not. He
could only hope.
          He lifted Capella into a kneeling position she could keep without his continued help before
releasing the closure to his tights, producing his hard cock as he stood almost against her.
          Obligingly, the blonde looked somewhat scared and turned her head away.
          He hoped it was just an act.
          “Ah ah! That's not nice,” he chided her, and he ran the head of his cock down her smooth
cheek, then gathered up a hand of her long wavy hair and used it as a handle to turn her back towards
him. She resisted some, but not nearly as much as he'd expect from a woman fearing rape.
          He realized he was guessing when he could know, and he used his skin contact with her to slip
back down her nerves to her mind, and he was relieved to find her pleasure center pulsing strongly.
          Her fear reactions were almost gone though there was a definite excitement there, making her breathing
and heart rate react as if she were afraid.
          She fell into character, whining, “No, you can't...”
          He held her there and continued to run his cock across her cheek, then turning her head a bit,
rubbed it across her lovely lips.
          She whimpered and tried to turn away again.
          With his free hand, Quinn reached down and took hold of one of her nipple rings. Giving it a
pull, he watched to see what her reaction would be.
          She gave a gasp as if in pain, her mouth just happening to open further than normal and Quinn
pushed forward, stuffing half his length into her mouth.
          Her eyes got big and she began exclaiming, her words unintelligible around her mouthful of
cock as he held her still with his handful of hair and rocked his pelvis, stroking into her lovely face
with its shocked expression.
          If this is all acting, she's a natural.
          She started making gagging sounds, but her tongue was telling a very different story, swirling
and dancing around his tool as he fucked her pretty face. He put more pressure on the nipple with its
ring trapped in his fingers, and she gave a startled cry and he pushed forward. He felt the muscles at
the back of her mouth contract as she hunched slightly, then he felt himself take the bend and head
down her throat.
          Her light emerald green eyes went wide, and she looked petrified, shaking and straining as he
held her there with his cock down her throat.
          The response from the audience was huge, and Quinn glanced up long enough to see Capella's
shocked expression mirrored on the massive jumbotron monitors of the arena.
          Then he realized she had pulled her thighs tight together and there was a pool of wetness
spreading from underneath her.
          He pulled himself from her throat and she shook and coughed, gasping and bending over. Since
this put her face down with her very shapely derriere up in the air, he let go of the hold on her hair and
stepped around behind her.
          Careful not to point out the pool of her juices beneath them, Quinn moved into position and
pushed forward abruptly. What he discovered surprised him. With her lack of puritanical inhibition, he
was pleasantly surprised to discover Ms Capella was surprisingly tight.
          She started to make a kind of strangled cry, then went silent as she shook, her eyes closed tight
as if trying to tolerate great pain.
          The crowd was shouting and calling all sorts of things, not many of them clear enough to be
heard but still obvious this was their kind of show.
          Taking the opportunity, he glanced over to see how Juno and Steel were doing. The detective
was bound in a similar position at the moment, but Juno had used a spreader bar to keep her ankles
apart, her wrists shackled behind her back. The tall blonde already had her captive in a wordless state
as she was rubbing the helpless woman's labia over her clit as she held her impaled with two digits in
her anus. The mindless look on Steel's face said either Juno had hit on the perfect combination or the
detective had never left her ahegao state after he had given her the ten-point-oh jolt of climax to render
her senseless.
          Either way, they needed no assistance from Quinn, so he went back to concentrating on the lady
he had trapped on his fleshy stake.
          Before he started moving, he wanted to know what kind of shape Capella was in. She looked
pained, but Quinn knew better than to trust his eyes with her.
          He bridged the gap to her nervous system and found what was going on inside her skull. The
reason she was straining so hard was because she was just moments past the peak of an orgasm. It
seemed she'd come when he'd penetrated her and was trying not to make it obvious. It seemed his
combination of actions had played on her preferences too well, and she was doing her best not to look
like she was enjoying herself.
          Rather than making her job harder by triggering her pleasure, he found the cluster of nerves that
controlled her climax response and just pinched off their ability to release. He'd done this on a number
of occasions in the past, first for himself (something he did almost without thinking now) and soon
after for a lady he was hoping to get incredibly crazy before letting her climax.
          He did that for Capella now.
          With her orgasm reflex on pause, Quinn knew he could go ahead. He began moving his hips,
stroking deeply into his delightful little strumpet's tight toy, and she began making noises as if in pain.
          The audience thought this was all in good fun, cheering at Quinn and shouting how he was
giving her what she deserved.
          Knowing how she was actually feeling, he couldn't agree more.
          Getting his rhythm nice and steady, Quinn was figuring what he could do for their next act,
trying to think of something that would satisfy both his new lady friend and still play to the gallery. As
he thrust forward, he felt the hard texture of her piercing and realized there was something that would
likely work quite well.
          Leaning forward more, he ran his hands up from where he had them on her shapely hips up the
smooth skin of her torso, onto her ribs, then down until he located what he was seeking.
          Taking each of her nipple piercings, he pulled back... not too hard, but enough to get his
message across clearly. He could feel her puffy nipples stretch and she gave a loud whimper, moving
as if she wanted to escape but couldn't with him holding her captive this way.
          He felt the surge of sexual tension well up inside her, but he kept her orgasm reflex from
triggering, keeping the nerves that were involved quiet as he thrust into her deeply and she whimpered
all the more.
          There was a cry of sexual release, but it was Steel who gave voice to it as Juno drove her to
climax again. As he glanced over, the detective was shaking uncontrollably, and seeing where his tall
blonde teammate had her hand, he realized she'd probably just reached down and given her a strong
tweak on her clitoris.
          Steel's legs gave her a hard shake and she squirted, the crowd cheering wildly.
          Realizing it was as good a time as any, he stroked firmly into Capella's snug pussy and let go of
the blocks he was holding both on himself and on his lady friend.
          His cock had been ready for a while and it blasted off instantly.
          As if this was her signal, Capella gave a cry and jerked hard, and this time there was no hiding
that she was coming. It was a huge climax and she shook all over as she ejaculated. It was almost all
blocked by his equipment but that didn't mean she was plugged, her juices raining down onto the mat
beneath them giving the cameras on the match a wonderful shot of the pretty blonde in the throws of an
overwhelming orgasm.
          Quinn thrust deep and emptied his load inside her, and he felt her respond with another tremor
and whimper, her pleasure peaking yet again before it began to taper off.
          He let go of her nipple piercings and as he did, he felt the party bunny begin to slide forward
and down. For a moment he thought she was unconscious, but he could tell from her breathing she was
simply exhausted for the moment and her muscles weren't up to holding her in place for now. She kept
sagging further until he felt her pull off his flagging erection.
          Moving decisively but not looking hurried, he stood as he tucked himself back in his tights, then
bent down to pick up the long-haired blonde he'd managed to tire out (for the moment, at least) and he
stood to make their normal announcement, much to the approval of the crowd.
          As the crowd shouted and someone started a chant, whether for their team or for Quinn was
impossible to tell, he started carrying their new recruit to the box followed closely by Juno with her
semi-conscious burden as well.
          Quinn was somewhat touched when about half way to the team seats, Capella put her arms
around his neck and pulled herself closer to him.
          As he turned to climb the stairs to their box, he glanced over to Juno and discovered, much to
his surprise, Steel had done the same thing.
          The blonde looked at him and gave a small shrug, as if saying she hadn't expected it either.
