Chapter 15 - On Conditioning: Chapter 15



                                      On Conditioning
                                                        by Volpone

                                                   Grouping: Flatland
                                                    Continuum: Lilith
                                                Location: Chaos Arena

                                                        Chapter 15

          Getting back to the residence, they found Ciega and Borders both recovered and
seemingly at home with the team, almost certainly due to their talking with Hunter and Kage.
          With Ciega formerly being in a position of authority, Quinn got her aside and asked, “I
didn't intend to present you with no choice, but I'd truly like to have all of you as part of the
team. You understand what it is we're working on here?”
          She nodded.
          “You have a good group here.” Then she asked him point blank, “Do you intend to try
to depose Gram and help me return to power?”
          He shook his head sadly.
          “It's not that we don't understand you're much preferable to Gram and his agenda. We
do. But for the moment, we have a group of women to rescue, and if we stop now we may
never get another shot at this.”
          He paused just a moment, then told her, “I'll make you a promise. When all this is
done, if things go right, we'll take a look at how to remove Gram and get things back to a
peaceful coexistence. We don't want humans to become food again any more than you do.”
          Being a good leader, Ciega agreed as she knew that without Quinn's help, there was
basically no chance of their succeeding on their own. She could be patient if it meant having
a better chance against Gram.
          Having dealt with that situation, he went to see to settling their other rescuees into the
team.
          Capella was happy to be back among Taimanin and out of the control of Oboro though
she looked ready to haul Quinn off to continue what they'd begun in the arena. She was
harder to wear out than your average woman, and her conditioning was still in full control.
          Steel was a different case. She felt she needed to report back to her superiors and
give them a full briefing of what was going on and what she'd observed of Black's operation
as well. Quinn sat her down not with himself alone but with representatives of the other groups
they now included among their team.
          As being fully informed of what was going on, Bonita was their strongest supporter.
          “If you're familiar with the Crimson Queen, then you should know that I am not asking
Harukinu-san to return me to my people. I have certain abilities, and I know just how
important this is in the scheme of things. This is bigger than I am... bigger than Ciega's
situation... bigger than all of us combined.”
          Steel still didn't see how her returning to her former job and giving them a full report
wasn't a good thing.
          “We'll have the police on our side, and now that we know how big the operation is and
where they are, we can go in and break up Oboro's kidnapping ring and illegal arena.”
          Quinn pointed out, “That shows how your information is lacking. You don't seem to
realize that Oboro is an underling taking direction from someone much bigger. If you go and
report what you know, I can guarantee one of two things will happen. Either you'll run into
bureaucratic interference because of the connections the top man has and all you'll do is ruin
our cover, or at best you'll find that when your officers arrive, the entire operation will have
moved elsewhere. There's way too much money involved here to let police interfere.”
          The “Steel Detective” didn't see it that way. She especially didn't like the thought that
someone in her department or her superiors might be allowing this to happen with their
cooperation because of being paid off, but she did have to admit that she'd had no idea about
Black being behind it all, and that pointed to police collusion.
          “We're going to try to take down Black's operation when we have enough of the
captives secure,” he told her. “We don't have the security risks because we're not police or
government. We have more money than Black so we're not open to bribery. We don't have
local ties so we can't be pressured by them grabbing family members for leverage. We're the
only ones in a reasonable position to pull this off successfully, and we need you on our side.”
It went against her grain, but then again her conditioning also made her a bit more
flexible than before so she allowed herself to be persuaded.
          With members now all working together and matters settled, Quinn decided to try to
get some shut-eye. Being in charge of an extended mission like this was tiring, even for an
augmented person such as himself. He was needing almost four hours of sleep to feel fully
rested... twice what he was used to since his Quickening. Still, it would be much worse if they
had things going wrong.
          He opened the door to his room and found Antares and Capella sitting on his bed
waiting.
          “Well, to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?”
          Capella informed him, “I think we ran out of time to handle things properly earlier. And
I also wanted to thank you for making sure my bracers were brought along.”
          Terry simply looked at him and said, “I just wanted to have sex.”
          Looking from one to the other, he had to ask, “Is this an 'either-or' situation, or am I
being shared?”
          Capella didn't hesitate to say, “I'm happy with whatever,” and thinking this settled the
matter, she began taking off her top.
          Her redheaded teammate said brightly, “I don't mind,” and started to join her.
          He nodded and began slipping out of his tights and greaves thinking, Well, that was
easy enough... I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead.

          It wasn't quite that bad. He did get almost four hours of sleep mainly because Capella
was partly worn out from earlier that evening and Terry was no longer under the full influence
of the drugs any more. Both were still delightfully randy and uninhibited and wonderfully
orgasmic and as much fun as he could have asked for.
          The ladies had started out by trading off kissing and sucking Quinn until they both
finally ended up sharing his cock until Capella finally grew impatient and straddled Quinn. He
didn't mind but he didn't feel Terry deserved to be left out just because Capella was a bit more
aggressive, so he flipped positions on her, putting Capella on her back with himself standing
by the bed as he fucked her while Terry straddled the blonde's face and discovered if Capella
had hidden talents where cunnilingus was concerned. (She did.)
          Over the next hour and a half, they ran through a number of variations to the Grand
Salute and both women lost track of how many times they came, each of them enjoying
Quinn by all three openings. He let himself finish twice. Once, he fed his load to Terry since
she was the more orally-fixated of the lovelies sharing him this evening, and he blasted
Capella in the ass as she drenched the covers on the bed before falling into an exhausted
slumber. He ended up lifting the sleeping Taimanin like a baby long enough for Terry to trade
the cover out so they wouldn't be sleeping on the wet spot because by the time they were
done, it was all wet spot.

          The team got into the habit of carrying along their toy chest to all the matches and
returning it home since this allowed them to make certain nothing was tampered with. With
Oboro back, Quinn didn't trust items that were out of their sight to not be poisoned or altered
or even cursed. These jokers played for keeps and he didn't want to underestimate them.
He had Juno stay behind at the residential compound with the newest recruits so she
could make certain that they all got aboard Columbina for detox and Juno could basically take
the day off. It wasn't that she felt she needed it, but Quinn was going to start insisting with
this new schedule Black was throwing at them.
          It also made Quinn more comfortable knowing they had a veteran member back at the
residence in case of emergency. In the worst case, any of the veterans (and Bonita) knew
that if something bad happened when Quinn wasn't there, all they needed was to hit the panic
button any of them carried. It sent a signal directly to Columbina who would beam everyone
at the residence aboard where they were safe and alert Quinn instantly.
          So this evening they had the four newest members aboard Collie having the drugs
purged from them and Juno playing guard. This left Quinn with Nova, Verita, Bolt, and
Adamantina from the veterans as their core members at the arena. They also brought along
Antares from the Taimanin, Bonita from the Amidahara residents, Rigel as a member of the
Fuuma clan, and Shaula as a member who knew members of the US contingent who might
be present. It gave them the best chance of having a member who knew the people they
were facing personally. Information was their greatest asset and their largest weakness, so
he wanted to have the best available.
          On the way to the arena, Bonita took Quinn's arm and spoke quietly to him, “Try not to
tire yourself out too much tonight. I think it would be wise for me to perform a divination, and
I'll need your help.”
          He knew exactly what that meant. First, it meant Bonita was playing as a team
member, trying to give them the best information they could get, and precognition was pretty
good when you could get it. Second, it meant that since she needed him available for sex
since her divinations required, in her words, the “mixing of our love juices all the way”. It was
probably an excuse for her to get more of Quinn's company, but she had already proven her
gift was genuine by catching them in their misdirection when no one else had, so he was
willing to give her the time and use of his male member in exchange. He couldn't really object
since Bonita was certainly a talented mattress dancer and enjoyed herself with the kind of
joyous abandon he appreciated.
          They seated themselves as Verita and Nova left the chest by the stairs up to the stage
as before, and Quinn put on his jaded underworld leader persona for the audience. It was a
damned stuffy role, arrogant and humorless, but they needed it until they were done here, so
he'd put up with it.
          The early rounds stretched on as usual, and there was a particularly young looking
woman who was sent into the arena to face an orc. She looked about fourteen or fifteen, like
a schoolgirl who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and ended up here. It made
him want to throw up but he sat and watched the match and resisted the impulse to
challenge. He knew that Black was almost certainly aware of his desire to rescue innocents,
but he sat and did nothing, reminding himself “we only have so many seats in the lifeboat” to
use his own words back to himself. If they challenged for every civilian, Black could simply
see that enough innocent-looking women were kidnapped to keep the arena supplied and
they'd never see the Taimanin as competitors while keeping the audience entertained and
Quinn and his team worn out.
          He also wished they could challenge the next round since it involved Snake Lady for
the first time since her defeat at Nova's hands. She was going up against another abductee,
this one a few years older than the last but still looking the shy side of twenty and very pretty.
The desire to challenge and send Verita or Bolt against the arena champion just to mess with
the futanari's head was tempting but not seriously so. If they had more team members along
for support, it would be nice to beat Oboro's darlings every time they stepped into the arena to
convince them it was time to retire, but as it was, Team Harukinu was stretched thin and
couldn't risk any of their new recruits, so he let it pass.
          Naturally, Snake Lady won and proceeded to humiliate and degrade the woman, and
Quinn simply filed the episode in his karmic ledger and hoped they'd have a chance to see it
balanced before they finished up with their mission.
          Then came the big match of the night, and Quinn hoped they would score another
grand slam foursome of recruits, but it seemed they were putting demons back into the arena
tonight.
          The arena team were two half-demons from their appearance.
          The first was a dark-haired female named Asura Heuryd that the audience reacted to,
so clearly she was not a newcomer to the arena. Quinn would have taken her for human if
not for the strange blade-like horns rising from under her bangs. She also carried a katana in
what looked to be a red lacquered saya.
          Her partner was Argano, a pointy-eared half-demon with long aqua hair, pale skin and
fangs that looked slightly vampiric. What they had in common was both of them were cute
and quite top-heavy, looking as if they would be better employed as succubi to tempt males
from the paths of righteousness instead of battling in the arena.
          The others were the first true Taimanin team they'd seen, and Antares knew them
though not well. Both were good-sized women, Azha with tanned skin, black hair and bright
blue eyes, wearing a skin-tight blue shinobi outfit, and Alcyone with even darker skin (though
not African dark), long white hair with blunt bangs and equally bright blue eyes, wearing a
shinobi outfit that fit just as tightly in a muted dark purple. And though the arena demonesses
were top-heavy, they were dwarfed by the racks of these Taimanin fighters. They stretched
Quinn's TSS label (for “Taimanin stacked shinobi”) well beyond his intended definition,
possibly out-doing even Bellatrix and Acamar, their bustiest recruits so far. Antares thought
they were qualified as anti-demon shinobi but not exceptional, being relatively new to their
ranks. Azha carried a wakizashi while Alcyone had what looked like a modified scimitar with a
sharper point than traditional.
          He had to stop and consider who to send to represent the team. Their two most rested
fighters were Verita and Nova, and Verita was excellent with a blade, but Quinn thought Bolt
was honestly a bit more comfortable handling a sword than Nova so he had to go with her.
          He reached over and struck the gong, receiving the now-familiar cheer this brought
from the stands.
          He said, “Verita... Bolt... would you please?”
          Verita stood and went to the few weapons they'd brought along. Her lasso was poorlymatched
against swords, so she picked up the Chinese longsword they had along (it was
runed just as the bokken was to be unbreakable and closest to her familiar Grecian
broadsword) and Bolt took the bokken that several of them had used already and still looked
new.
          Nova might have been slightly miffed for being passed over for this, but was too well
disciplined to break character. Adamantina understood being a spectator since she had
fought more recently than anyone present except Quinn, and she also had the pleasure of
being the one to take Power Lady out of the undefeated column.
          The two looked entirely confident as they strolled to the stage, and the two
demonesses looked like they would have been much happier if they had gone unchallenged,
much preferring to face the Taimanin shinobi than the undefeated women of Harukinu.

          “Begin!” called Oboro's voice, and the four squared off. Quinn was unsure if their
teammates had done any planning or what. Whichever was the case, it ended up with the
two dark-haired women facing off while the blonde Bolt had ended up opposite the aquahaired
Argano.
          It was quickly obvious that the two more experienced sword-women had ended up
against one another as their blades started ringing almost immediately while the other two
took their time to take the other's measure first.
          Asura Heuryd was using her sword in the traditional two-handed manner and had good
form, but Verita was bigger and her wrist was stronger as she was able to block her
opponent's blows with one hand, looking as confident as Quinn did with a sword. It was nice
to have a member on the team who was well-versed in all classical weapons as part of her
upbringing even if she didn't carry a blade normally.
          The other pair weren't as well matched as Bolt was clearly the stronger of the two
physically and she kept battering the other female's sword aside and Argano almost flinched
at the contact. Why they had picked her for a sword match baffled Quinn.
          Then he found out. Bolt gave the demoness' sword a beat and looked about to give
her a smack with the wooden blade when the arena fighter gestured towards Bolt with her off
hand and a flash and roar answered, and Bolt was driven back several steps by the blast. It
was clearly some kind of magical attack, whether Argano had been picked for this because of
her being a magical adept or the attack being something that had been prepared as a
desperation move... a kind of one-shot “Hail, Mary”, Quinn couldn't tell. The blonde zanni was
back about ten feet and had been taken to one knee. As she got up, everyone could see how
much of the upper part of her outfit was now tattered, leaving her with seams and flapping bits
of fabric which were entirely inadequate to provide her with any shred of modesty and
showing the crowd that the Harukinu women were all quite female and there was a reason
they filled out their tops so nicely.
          Quinn was concerned that the attack had done some lasting harm to their teammate,
but when she came back to her feet, there was a look of pleased challenge on her face as if
she had been hoping for more of a fight.
          The blonde closed the distance and came back swinging, first by battering her
opponent's blade aside with a backhand from the bokken and then she stepped up close and
simply punched the demoness in the stomach, making her double over and drop to the
canvas, clearly in trouble if not out of the fight entirely. The pointy-eared fighter lost her hold
on her blade and it hit the stage and bounced slightly before coming to rest well out of reach.
          Their Amazon member was looking more competent with her blade even if she were
still fighting her antagonist, but it was clear she was more in control of their match and
appeared to be looking for an opening.
          As they looked on, that was what happened. The arena swords-woman made a cut
towards Verita's left shoulder and it looked as if it might score as the Amazon's sword was
slow to react, but then her left arm came up and there was a sound of metal-on-metal as she
took the stroke on her indestructible bracer. This left the demoness wide open and there was
a look of oh no! on her face as she realized this, expecting to be impaled on Verita's sword at
any moment.
          The Amazon did put her away, but instead of stabbing the demoness, she simply gave
her a right cross with the hand holding her sword's hilt, knocking her to the deck with the solid
shot to her jaw.
          This seemed to be the end of the combat for the round and it was simply a matter of
what the Harukinu intended for their defeated captives.
          If they hadn't planned what happened in advance, Quinn had to appreciate their rapid
agreement on how to handle the losers. Soon they had the two demonesses locked in a
sixty-nine position with each other, each of the victors urging on the one they had defeated
with occasional swats of their weapon across the captive's now-exposed ass to get them to
perform and bring the other to a rapid climax. It was a kind of strange competition as neither
of the Harukinu women were directly involved sexually, yet the crowd seemed to feel that this
was just fine as they were getting sex and humiliation and forced orgasms and some pain (not
the kind they might have preferred but the novelty seemed to make up for the lack of
severity). Bolt and Verita stood slightly aside and would exhort their “player” to greater efforts
at licking their fight partner's sensitive parts, giving them a rest from the sting of a swat when
they were performing with proper enthusiasm but giving rapid correction when they appeared
to be easing up or if it looked as if the other member of the pair was getting them closer to
orgasm than they were themselves.
          The audience seemed to think this was great fun and there was plenty of laughter and
shouting, and the losers each had several orgasms forced on themselves before at some
prearranged signal both Harukinu women stepped in and took the demoness they had
defeated by the hair and directed their victim to give them the same treatment, pressing the
conquered female's face between their thighs as they stood over them triumphantly.
          This seemed to be the finish the crowd had been waiting for and they cheered loudly
as each of the Harukinu women enjoyed being licked to orgasm by their beaten opponent.
          The victory announcement was quite anti-climactic after that, but both Bolt and Verita
looked rather smug in spite of Bolt's ruined outfit. They returned to the box to await the next
round and this gave the Kree-hybrid super a chance to slip into an undamaged uniform which
was clearly disappointing to the crowd around the Harukinu box, but the individuals who had
the bad taste to express that disappointment quickly shut up as she looked into the stands to
see if she might tell who was making inappropriate remarks.
          The absolute silence that fell over the onlookers was almost comical.
As Bolt settled herself in her seat again, Quinn commented to her without turning,
“That blast that ruined your outfit... magic, do you think?”
          She shrugged it off, not looking at him either as she replied easily, “I'm unsure, but it
gave me a nice bit of... motivation.”
          He heard the underlying message in her words. Bolt had the ability of absorbing
certain varieties of energy when they came into contact with her, basically like recharging her
battery. She had either used it to energize her physical performance, making her stronger, or
she was presently carrying around a charge of unreleased energy. He knew she could do this
for a bit but he wasn't sure how long she was able to do that or indeed if it required any effort
to do so, it being dependent on the type of energy and quantity she absorbed.
          Verita seemed even more at ease, the climax she'd had taking the edge off very nicely.
If Quinn didn't know any better, he'd think their teammates were getting to be exhibitionists
during this mission.

          The next part of the round came quickly enough as there was no stage setting or
clean-up being performed. Bolt and Verita seemed cool and confident just as they had been
last time, but the Taimanin that were brought out also seemed to look as if they were feeling
up to this match.
          The size of the competitors was much more even than before, both demonesses being
shorter than their human opponents while here all four were reasonably similar in height if not
in bust measurement. It did certainly look like a beauty contest, all four females looking
incredibly attractive and quite sexy in spite of their carrying weapons. All four appeared to
have stepped right out of the pages of a high-quality adult fetish magazine, their outfits all
looking painted on, all extremely well built and beautiful, and looking ready to inflict some pain
on others.
          “Begin!”
          The Harukinu women seemed to pair off this time by weapons, Verita against the
heavier curved blade of Alcyone while Bolt and her wooden bokken went against the shorter
wakizashi of the dark-haired Azha.
          The white-haired TSS used a much more slashing attack due to the curve of her blade,
and Verita adapted as if facing a scimitar or saber.
          The bokken versus wakizashi was more uneven as the bokken had about eight inches
more reach than the shorter metal blade and while the Taimanin both seemed determined,
they also looked hesitant to try to kill their opponent, especially in Azha's case when she
recognized that her opponent had a weapon which wasn't meant to be fatal in nature. They
were also facing opponents who weren't demons, and that added to their hesitancy.
          The Harukinu women looked rather stoic, not displaying a lot of emotion either way.
They weren't cats toying with mice but professionals out there to do a job. They'd worry about
the rest when the match was over.
          The Taimanin facing the blonde Bolt was learning quickly that her shorter blade was illsuited
against the bokken. Her opponent had a style that made her keep both hands on the
grip to hold out against the stronger strokes of the wooden blade. Azha tried several times to
slide her blade across so she might just cut her opponent without doing anything life
threatening. They had no issue with these women facing them, and in spite of their outfits,
they might be captives forced to fight like themselves, simply by a different master.
          Watching them, Quinn wondered what in the world the Taimanin would do with their
opponents if they actually did manage to win? They looked too tender-hearted to inflict
anything more than mild embarrassment on a fallen foe.
          Therefore it was a good thing it didn't happen. The Harukinu fighters pulled their
attacks several times, but Quinn understood what they were doing just a minute into the
round. Once their team knew they could win, they went about making the match look more
evenly matched, making the Taimanin look more formidable and giving them less reason to
resent the women who faced them.
          But the outcome was preordained. Quinn was right in that Bolt had absorbed much of
the blast from the earlier round as several minutes into the match, she blocked Azha's blade
and pivoted in, straight-arming the dark-haired shinobi in the middle of the chest. There was
an accompanying flash and the sound of an explosion too open to be the sharp crack of a
gun, and Azha flew back several feet to land on her backside, stunned, her outfit looking a
great deal like Bolt's had looked during the end of the first match.
          The crowd seemed to approve as their was plenty of applause and cat-calls over the
impressive chest this exposed.
          Azha sat for a moment on the canvas, blinking as if trying to figure out what had just
happened, but she knew well enough she'd been beaten. She raised a hand and set aside
her blade, indicating her surrender. She knew fully well that in this position, she was literally a
sitting target and Bolt could injure her or knock her out cold before she could regain her feet.
          Looking on, Quinn knew that what Bolt had done was use part of the blast she'd
absorbed from her demonic foe in the earlier face-off. Let Black and Oboro try to figure out
what had been done. It was no more than their fighter had performed thirty minutes before.
          A couple of meters to their left, Verita seemed to have been a bit too effective at
making her opponent look good as she now sported three or four long slices through her
outfit, at least one of which was showing a bit of red. It also displayed more of Verita than the
crowd had seen so far, a long opening displaying across her torso and another leaving the
majority of her left breast available for preview. Alcyone also had a couple of spots where her
outfit had taken damage, leaving areas of weakness in her covering that Verita now decided
to exploit.
          Stepping a bit to one side to get things aligned, Verita began a quick advance, forcing
the white-haired Alcyone to back up suddenly... right over her seated partner, losing her grip
on her sword in the process. It was a rookie mistake, but they'd learned before this that the
drugs the captives were under left them in less than top form.
          As the shinobi lost her balance and went over, her Amazon opponent reached out as if
to stop her falling but only catching an edge of her sliced outfit which “conveniently” ripped
and exposed almost all of the shinobi from clavicle to crotch.
          Verita's sword was at the other's throat in a flash and a cheer went up from the
audience as they thought they were going to see a death, but it turned into disappointment
when the Amazon simply demanded, “Yield!”
          The incredibly busty shinobi considered making a dive for her blade until her opponent
read her thoughts and took a couple of steps over until she could put one foot on the curved
blade.
          The white-haired TSS realized that these fighters were more humane in victory than
the guards of their prison going about their duties, so she submitted.
          As there was no victory announcement (Oboro seemed quite limited in her definition of
defeat), the dark-haired zanni stood over them with her sword while her blonde partner
gathered their dropped weapons and carried them to the chest where she exchanged them
for some other items.
          In just a minute, both Taimanin were shackled in a kneeling position back-to-back, their
wrists not behind their own back but chained behind them so they went around the torso of
their teammate, locking them together in this posture. Since they also shared a large batterypowered
double-ended silicone cock which was now about eight inches up each woman's
backside and running at a steady low hum, the two were already having troubles sitting still,
the stimulation from their anal insert making them occasionally twitch and gasp or whimper
involuntarily.
          As they were now unable to do anything to defend themselves, the Harukinu females
set aside their weapons and went about giving the audience a fitting show... not a terribly
difficult task given the captives they had to work with.
          It surprised Quinn that with two such blatantly mammaried women, neither of them had
been pierced either voluntarily or by their captors who would think nothing of such a thing. It
seemed that the Harukinu presence was having a beneficial side effect beyond that which
they directly caused. Considering what he knew of Oboro, that was what surprised him the
most. Of course he couldn't know that Black had forbidden such things as soon as they had
entered into their agreement, not even drugging the women as severely as before and
certainly not altering their bodies as had been common practice before the arrival of the
competing faction.
          But just because the women weren't pierced didn't mean the victors were without
options in this situation. Soon both women were fitted with a set of non-piercing clamps, each
with a weighted bumble bee vibrator humming merrily away and a lovely golden chain
between them. With all the vibrating going on, both of the conquered females were twitching
and moaning almost continually at the battery-powered stimulation being inflicted on them.
          While this was mildly amusing for the masses looking on, it lacked the action they had
come to see and calls and shouts urging them to a more active role were almost immediate.
          Verita asked her partner, “What do you think? A side wager on whose pet can hold out
longest without coming? The one who climaxes first gets punished.”
          As her words were being carried by the stage's microphones, the crowd heard her
words and cheered their approval of the suggestion.
          Bolt shrugged and commented, “The fans have spoken.”
          And the Harukinu women went to work making it all the more difficult for their prisoner
to stay quiet by getting involved manually.
          Verita started out by leaning down and taking Alcyone's face between her hands and
giving her a surprising kiss. In spite of the demanding way the kiss was given, many of the
crowd actually booed this as it was far too gentle for their taste though some started to quiet
down when they heard the Taimanin's answering moan of pleasure. The ones who stopped
complaining took up various degrading cat-calls over how the loser must have thrown the
match knowing what was going to be her punishment.
          Bolt took a much more direct approach and simply reached down and started rubbing
her chesty captive off, her fingers working quickly, curling up into the dark-haired shinobi's
cleanly-waxed pussy and rubbing away vigorously, making the bigger woman cry out quickly
but not seeming to climax... yet. This got a much better reaction and soon much of the
audience was urging the dark-haired victim to go ahead and come already.
          Realizing that Bolt's approach was likely to get a faster result, Verita broke the kiss and
started doing the same to her own charge, but she added to the assault on her defeated foe
by tugging at the gold chain between her nipples, pulling upwards and supporting more and
more of the weight of her impressive breasts this way until the pale-haired vixen was gasping
loudly and arching her back to try to take some of the tension off her over-stretched nipples,
whimpering and clearly approaching orgasm.
          Seeing her competition getting close this way, Bolt decided to do the one thing she
could that might tilt the scales. She took the control to the silicone vibe that impaled both their
playthings' asses and cranked it up full.
          Being completely hidden inside the two Taimanin, there was no audible sound from the
device, but the reaction was obvious. Both of the bound women reacted in a huge way and
cried out together as they had virtually simultaneous orgasms. The exclamations of sexual
pleasure forced from them couldn't be mistaken, and Azha actually was moved to the point
where she drenched Bolt's fingers as she ejaculated... and then sagged suddenly, apparently
falling unconscious.
          This clearly surprised both the Harukinu women, but Alcyone held on and kept coming,
actually supporting her teammate's limp form as she did, much to the approval of the
onlookers.
          Bolt looked pleased and said clearly, “I'd say we have a winner.”
          Verita gave a smirk and replied, “Or perhaps a loser.”
          Then Oboro's amplified voice cut short the rest of what might have been said as she
announced the victory for Team Harukinu.
          Once the roar of the audience died down, Bolt powered down the vibrators and began
unbinding the Taimanin women as Verita declared their claim on their newest recruits.

          Back at their residence, their new members were still moving a bit unsteadily (Azha
definitely more-so than Alcyone but recovering fast), but the reception by former Taimanin
teammates quickly reassured them that they were in safe hands once again.
          It was interesting that rather than one of the veteran members taking charge, Bonita
reminded Quinn that they needed to have a divination performed, and that if he didn't mind,
perhaps he might wish to welcome their newest recruits... personally.
          Not really one to object under the circumstances, Quinn had a rueful mental chuckle as
he admitted, Damn, looks like I'm getting pimped out by my own recruits now.

          There was a bit of hesitancy from the two new arrivals as they weren't really familiar
with Quinn (even though they were both incredibly horny from the warm-up act in the arena),
but they were pulled aside for a quiet consultation with Antares, Bellatrix, and the other
Taimanin who had been rescued before this, and after a brief but persuasive consultation, the
women who had experience with Quinn virtually pushed the two newcomers along, giving
none of the individuals involved any choice in the matter, shoving them through Quinn's door
and closing it firmly behind them.
          Looking around at the ladies who had been stampeded into this just as he had, Quinn
laughed and said, “I guess this is what's called a 'command performance'.”
          Being there at her own insistence, Bonita put an arm around each of the other woman
and looking pointedly from one to the other, replied, “As if you will have anything to complain
about.”
          But Quinn wasn't going to let these women get coerced into something. For all he
knew, one of them reacted as she did on stage because it was women involved and he was
the wrong gender.
          “Now that we don't have the crowd pushing us, how are you ladies doing?”
          They seemed to relax a bit but neither of them spoke in more than soft agreement.
          “Do you want to be here? It's important to me that's the case,” he admitted, thinking,
God, there's nothing more disappointing than an obligation fuck.

          Bonita was not going to have her plans ruined because the new girls had a case of
cold feet. She knew it was almost certainly just a matter of them being unsure, so she
suggested, “Quentin, perhaps if you gave each of them a 'welcome to the family' kiss... and
gave them a small demonstration of your Talent when you do?”
          Looking at the two ladies under discussion, he said, “If that's okay with them... May I?”
he asked as he stepped close to Azha. Q smiled warmly as he gave her a hug and said,
“Welcome to Phoenix Group. I'm glad you're with us.”
          And he gave her a warm kiss.
          As their lips met, he opened his neural connection to her and gave her pleasure
receptors a mid-range orgasm. He kept it just mid-range since he'd been learning how
females still under the influence of the conditioning drugs seemed to be much more sensitive
to such pressure.
          Azha was far from a blushing virgin, but she was shocked to her shoes when she came
from just kissing Quinn, a man who was virtually a stranger but she still found oddly
compelling. She'd been interested in possibly getting some time alone with him, and if things
had looked like he was willing, she'd have gladly pulled him down onto the floor. The action in
the arena had been enough to fully rouse her sexual appetite without being enough to drive a
stake through its heart. As such, she was amazed that her desires had flared so easily and
jumped straight into a full-blown orgasm. She knew she was primed but not nearly that close.
          As her pleasure spiked abruptly, the dark-haired shinobi mashed her impressive chest
against Quinn, throwing both arms around his neck and a leg around his hip to grind herself to
him as they kissed and she came.
          It was clear to him she was still being influenced by the drugs because he'd only given
her a typical little push, no more than half-a-second in duration, yet the lovely Taimanin had
clearly enjoyed her climax for a good ten seconds longer before she stopped trembling and
moaning passionately into Quinn's mouth.
          When the climax fled, she shakily broke the kiss and it took her a couple of moments of
panting before she could find her voice well enough to respond, “If this is how... ahem... you
say 'hello', I think I'm going t... to like it here.”
          It got the smile she'd been hoping for from him, and he didn't rush her to let go,
seemingly content to stand there with her clinging to him until she was ready to release him,
which she did finally.
          As he looked at the dramatically-colored Alcyone with her long, pale hair and deep
cinnamon complexion, she seemed less intimidated by Quinn than Azha but not willing to
make the first move. If he needed time to do whatever it was he did, she wasn't about to rush
him. She wanted the whole experience!
          She realized she actually had gooseflesh in anticipation, but he moved to her and gave
her the same warm grin as he told her, “Welcome to the family. I'm glad you're here.”
          Quinn put his arms around her and realized she felt like a composite of different
women against him. Her chest must have been at least forty-six to forty-eight inches around
with a cup size he didn't know how to figure... somewhere in the middle of the alphabet,
certainly, having left the DD & E range probably before she was fourteen years old. Her waist
belonged on a much smaller woman... not an absurd twenty-four inch like most centerfolds
but probably no more than twenty-eight, and her hips again were more exaggerated, likely in
the forty-two to forty-four inch range. Fortunately she didn't taper into ridiculously thin thighs,
but they slimmed down until that same moderately slender woman of her waist measurement
was back from the knees down. It made her look outrageous but fortunately not ludicrous.
          As he gathered her into his arms, he appreciated her fullness, there being a definite
comfort to holding her. There was muscle under the cushioning, and it was quite unexpected
when he realized she wasn't nearly so soft as he'd anticipated by her measurements. She
wasn't a hard-body of course, but he could tell he was holding a fit woman.
          Her lips were soft though, and she greeted his kiss with a pleased sigh even before he
applied his mental pressure to her brain's o-spot.
          She gave a moan of surprise, truly not expecting to experience what happened to Azha
in spite of seeing it with her own eyes. It was different from a regular orgasm as there was no
gradual build up of tension. It was like a sudden slap on the ass at the perfect moment, the
entire thing there and gone in an instant but with a delightful fade-away after. Before she
realized what she was doing, she found herself wrapped around Quinn like she was the stripe
on a barber pole.
          It seemed that the hesitancy was over, and the only question was if they were going to
be patient enough to make it to the bed. Azha was now so enthusiastic she was trying to get
Quinn's tights off while they were moving and Alcyone wasn't inclined to stop kissing him,
making it a bit awkward to try to walk.
          Breaking from Alcyone's lips, Quinn said, “We'll be a bit snug, but I think we can fit if
we're friendly.”
          “I'll just find room on top of you,” Bonita replied, a broad smile in her delivery.
          It turned out that the lack of room wasn't a problem to begin with as the ladies quickly
peeled out of what they were wearing, and once they had his tights off, they pushed him back
so he had to sit on the edge of the bed, both the newcomers kneeling off the bed and leaning
in so they could orally share Quinn's erection as Bonita draped herself around his shoulders,
rubbing his back, kissing at his neck, running her nails down his skin, and murmuring
encouragements to him about letting them take care of him for once.
          Once clothes were shed, it seemed any inhibitions vanished with them. Both of the
newcomers were smiling and laughing occasionally, still hardly able to believe that just hours
ago they had been prisoners of callous, often sadistic captors, and now they were safe with
wonderful people (and one particularly wonderful and attentive male) who were happy to
welcome them in this unexpected but delightful way.
          Azha was especially grateful. Her captors had often told her of how they had plans for
her... how her hips were wide enough to make her suitable for bearing orc children and how
she'd be kept safe and pregnant for as long as she was attractive to them, seeing to their
needs in the meantime. Then the abuse has suddenly ceased though the verbal
degradations had continued.
          Liliana's story was almost identical but she had been captured more than a week after
Azha, but she was no less happy to be free of the constant threat of rape and forced
impregnation. To suddenly find herself rescued and thrust together with a man such as
Harukinu-san... it was something she had never expected, in spite of the temporary
embarrassment she'd suffered in the arena. She'd have happily undergone far more if she'd
only had known what awaited her.
          But gratitude and relief had little to do with their avid performance. To find themselves
in the company of a delightful man such as Quinn with his delightful way (and his delightful
cock) was all the reason they needed to want to do everything they wanted.
          At the moment, what they wanted was to suck cock.
          If he hadn't known better, Quinn would have thought the ladies had been practicing this
together for quite some time. They moved from one action to another with an easy grace,
sharing what they were doing, one of them licking along the front of him lovingly, then running
their lips down over him and moaning over the sensation of him filling their mouth, then easily
letting up on what they were doing and aiming him towards their friend so the other might do
the same... back and forth, the one who didn't have him filling their face happily licking lower
down on the front of his shaft or happily sucking on his balls and chuckling wickedly while
they did. They didn't rush, neither trying to push him to orgasm... simply doing their best to
help him enjoy the moment by giving him the attention they felt he deserved.
          In the mean time, Bonita continued to rub herself against Quinn's shoulders, her
fingers kneading his muscles as her breasts slid along the skin of his bare back, giving soft
pleasant moans as she pleased him while also pleasing herself. Occasionally she'd lean
around far enough so she could kiss him, her lips telling him she would happily be sharing his
rod with the other two but that kissing him was what she desired at that second. Her fingers
stroked and her nails trailed over his skin, doing whatever she found brought a happy reaction
from him.
          This continued for most of fifteen minutes... the two Taimanin kissing and sucking on
his cock when they weren't sharing a kiss with it in the middle, Bonita having fun with his lips
and upper body while they did.
          Then Bonita seemed to decide this had gone on long enough (she seeming to have
appointed herself social director for the evening), and she pushed Quinn back onto the bed,
intending to take one of the other women's place at his cock, but as she basically moved
Alcyone out of her spot, indicating wordlessly that she should take over what Bonita had been
doing, Quinn took the buxom wench by the upper arm and pulled her up higher and higher
until her chest was even with is face and he could pay her a bit of homage.
          She was highly reactive as Quinn's lips and tongue began teasing and nipping at her
sensitive breasts. In spite of their size and having puffy areolae probably seven centimeters
across (when relaxed, which they were not at the moment), she was clearly very responsive
to his touch, her nipples drawing up even more and the tips standing up at attention, almost
begging for more stimulation.
          But in spite of how tempting these were (and Quinn was very much a man who
appreciated an attractive nipple), he adjusted her position and she found herself straddling his
face while with a broad smile he began to return some of the oral attention he'd had lavished
on himself. He had to get a good hold on her round derriere with both hands as Alcyone had
troubles staying still when he started using his tongue on her. His fingers did their best to
keep her a stationary target because the second he flicked across her very erect pink bud she
gave a whine and jerked involuntarily, almost as if he'd given her an electric shock. Still,
judging from the whine of pleasure that immediately followed and how she swiveled her hips,
it wasn't anything she was objecting to. It was just something she had troubles handling.
          The moment he realized this, Alcyone was in trouble. While Bonita and Azha kept
trapping Quinn's cock between their wet, sensual kisses, Quinn got the white-haired beauty
riding his tongue where he wanted her. He caught her clit between his lips and sucked firmly
as he flicked her joy button with his tongue to the point it made her cry and try to escape, but
knowing how it was making her react, he wasn't letting her get away until he'd coaxed at least
one gasping orgasm from her. Holding her firm, he stretched a finger over and began to
tease her anus, but he never even had a chance to see how she reacted before she gave a
whimper of warning and started to shake, then bucked and came, and much to his surprise
drenched his face.
          Alcyone couldn't move other than just to vibrate for a moment as she climaxed, then as
soon as she was back in control somewhat she was mortified, trying to apologize as if she'd
done something wrong, but she was partially relieved when she realized Quinn was laughing.
Bonita and Azha exchanged a quiet chuckle but didn't leave off what they were so
focused on, namely keeping Quinn's hard rod highly entertained with their skills at cock
sucking.He assured the chagrined lady, “It's fine, sweetheart... it's fine!” He reached over and
snagged one of the fluffy towels he kept by his bedside and dried off a moment as Alcyone
looked as if she was trying to spot someplace to hide.
          Quinn was having none of that. He propped himself on one elbow so as to not disturb
the two lovelies fellating him, he reached out and caught one of Alcyone's hands to draw her
back to him.
          “You are absolutely delightful,” he told her with a broad smile, and he gave her a kiss.
She might have been unsure at first, but it was impossible to doubt Quinn's sincerity when he
kissed her like he did. Before they broke, she was rubbing her magnificent pair against him
and moaning, moving almost in a coital motion.
          By now, Bonita was ready to re-assert her seniority and was moving ladies around
again, but this time she told him, “I think we should see to my divination before we forget.”
          She started to throw a leg across his hips, but Quinn wasn't going to have Her Majesty
playing queen of the bedroom.
          “I was thinking that as this is not your first time here, perhaps it would be polite if we let
the lady who has not had my attention before go first?” he said. “I promise... you'll get your
divination.”
          He thought to himself as he said it, Yeah, I now have what would be called a “divining
rod”.
          Azha seemed not to realize she'd just been put on the spot until he smiled and held a
hand out to her. Up to this point, she'd been having fun and pretending almost as if she was
getting away with something naughty while keeping in the background. The truth was she'd
been fingering herself for most of the time she'd been sucking on Quinn's tool, figuring that if
she was lucky and Quinn had the stamina she might possibly get the last ride of the evening
after he rested a bit. Suddenly she was very excited but also feeling a little stage-fright.
          He leaned over to Bonita and whispered, “I'll save things for you if you make sure
Alcyone doesn't feel neglected. Okay?”
          She understood his meaning and knowing him to be a man of his word, she smiled and
gave him a quick kiss before turning her attentions to the lady Quinn had been pleasing
earlier.
          Returning to the dark-haired lovely, he took a brief look over her and had to admit that
while she might be slightly less abundant than Alcyone, she had nothing to feel slighted over.
          She was every bit as magnificent, and he intended her to know he thought so.
          He gave her a more blatant examination as he grinned.
          “Where to begin?” he asked himself, then he decided to go back to the beginning, and
putting one hand behind her head, he brought her in for a kiss.
          This was familiar territory, and she smiled and leaned into the kiss eagerly.
          Figuring another bit of cheating wasn't out of order, he reached out his mind and
plucked her pleasure strings enough to give her another nice little orgasm.
          She gave a whinny of surprise and plastered herself against him, then she was bearing
him backwards and throwing one leg across to get him into position as quickly as she could
manage.
          Lowering herself down onto him, she slowed suddenly when she had the head of his
cock trapped inside her and gave a shaky moan as she moved with agonizing slowness,
settling down further and further as she kissed him. She was only down a little over half way
when she began to shake, and Quinn realized she was bordering on yet another climax, this
time with no extra push from him.
          She was tight around him... delightfully, unexpectedly tight as if she'd been exercising
these muscles daily just for this.
          Then she gave a grunt and pushed down suddenly as if to get it over with, and she
gave a huge gasp, hung there for a couple of seconds, then she began rocking her hips
madly as she trembled all over and came. Her exclamation was partly muffled by her lips on
his, but it was clear she was making up for every second of sexual frustration she'd suffered
at the hands of her captors, seemingly all at once from the way she was reacting as she
romped away on him.
          She broke the kiss and wrapped herself around him using both arms and legs,
pressing against him as tight as she could and still move, and she began chanting, “oh fuck,
oh fuck, oh fuck,” as she did just that, driving herself down on him almost savagely with each
chant.
          Then she paused again, freezing mid-stroke as if on the brink and unable to move.
          He took that as his cue and decided she clearly wanted this to be less than gentle.
          Reaching up with one hand, he took an grip on the hair at the back of her head and
drew her back, then began to fuck her the same way she'd been fucking herself... savagely,
his hips jolting her with each thrust and he felt the wave of impact each time.
          She began crying out wordlessly, her eyes tight and her mouth wide open, losing all
control over herself as she came harder than she could recall...
          And then drenched the bed beneath their hips as she ejaculated again and again, her
inarticulate sobs torn from her as she soared.
          He was amazed she had held out this long. She'd passed out earlier that evening in
the arena far short of this point...
          Ah! That's right! he thought as he recalled the circumstances at the time. As he
recalled, she had a bit of other stimulation going on at the time.
          He hated to fix what wasn't broken as she was clearly having an amazing series of
orgasms, but he knew there was another plateau she hadn't reached.
          Easing off on his grip on her hair (which she'd clearly accepted and enjoyed), he
stopped moving his hips to let her relax a second and she gave a small sigh as she needed a
moment to catch her breath. As she did, he reached over and slid open the top drawer of his
side cabinet, finding the item he wanted by feel. He brought it over and he said ever so softly
in her ear, “I seem to remember you enjoying something in the arena tonight.”
          And he started to push the bi-cone marital aid against her anus.
          She gave a gasp and her hand came back and grabbed him by the wrist, stopping him.
          He couldn't see her face as her head was against his shoulder with her turned away,
her hair obscuring any chance of his seeing her expression, but he was surprised. Usually a
woman who was enjoying herself this much was willing to let herself go for whatever she was
comfortable with, but perhaps he'd misjudged.
          She didn't move her head or turn towards him, but without looking she groped back
and got hold of the silicone helper, very deliberately took it from his hand and threw it off the
bed.
          Clearly that was a “no”.
          Still not looking, her face buried in his shoulder, she shifted her hips and arched up
enough to remove him from her soaked pussy. She have a little whimper of disappointment
as she did, but then she shifted and began to push back against him.
          It seemed it was only the marital aid she'd been objecting to.
          She started to pant a bit as she stepped up the pressure, and he could feel the snug
seal of her ass resist a moment, then she gave a bit of a moan and he felt her relax as his
cock began to slowly spread her out wider. She kept up the steady pressure as she opened
more and more, then she gave a kind of whinny that started high and fell off abruptly as he
felt the crown of his cock pop inside the tight ring of her anus.
          She went silent but he felt her ready herself, then push down and he slid several
inches deeper into her ass. Pausing, she steadied herself again and repeated the process,
still in silence as she forced more of his thick cock inside her. Then she took several quick,
deep breaths, blowing them out through pursed lips, then pushed again and kept pushing until
          Quinn felt her run out of room, her full derriere now against his hips.
          She gave a kind of musical, “ohhhhh” when she realized she was at bottom, then
without shifting position, she started to rock up and down, and he felt her sliding just an inch
or so as she began working up a head of steam.
          Then she reached back again and found Quinn's hand. Taking him by the wrist, she
didn't say anything but pulled his hand up higher until she placed it at the back of her head
again.
          Smiling at understanding what she wanted, he went ahead and slowly and deliberately
gathered up a nice handful of her black hair and he started pulling her back as if forcing her
down tighter onto his cock.
          Her hips changed tempo instantly, almost doubling their movement as she started
moaning out, “oh... oh... oh... oh... oh...” with each rock of her pelvis that drove her down onto
his lap, forcing every inch of him up her demanding tailpipe.
          He kept pulling and she kept reacting more and more, and she slowly arched back as if
peeling away from him, never changing the movement of her hips as she fucked him with her
ass.
          As she rose up, as soon as there was enough room between them, Azha's hand went
down between her legs and began rubbing frantically at herself as if trying to equalize the
sensations she was experiencing both front and back.
          By this point, she was arched backwards as far as her back could go and still kept
rising. He could see her face again and her blue eyes were still shut tight, her mouth open,
her full lower lip loose and glistening, her look one of utter ecstasy as she kept panting out
her moan of “oh”, her chest rising and falling with her rapid breath.
          Her breathing and the movement of her hips made her chest wobble in sympathy, and
with that much to move, Quinn couldn't help but notice the almost hypnotic bobbing motion.
Her one breast was pressed in by the way she was reaching down to rub herself off, but the
other was free and seemed to be begging to be noticed, so he felt it his duty to give it the
attention it deserved.
          Leaning up some, he braced himself with his free arm and pushed his face into her left
breast, his teeth capturing her upright nipple and his tongue rasping against the erect tip
roughly.
          It was like touching off the explosion with a single match. She cried out in abandon as
she gave herself over to the orgasm that shook her to her core. Slamming herself down onto
his erection hard enough to shake the bed (in spite of two others sharing it at the time), Azha
gave a high cry and squirted all over Quinn and the bed.
          I guess they both figured I needed a shower, he thought to himself.
          Azha shook and keened out a wavering high note as she ravaged her ass with Quinn's
cock, but he noticed her motions getting weaker and less coordinated.
          He felt the tension on the hand in her hair suddenly get much greater, so he eased off
and sat higher so he could allow her to rest against him. He was certain she was about to
pass out since that was exactly what she'd done in the arena.
          But while she stopped moving her hips, and her tremors were easing off, she stayed
with him even though she was clearly exhausted, her eyes closed but her breathing slowing
greatly, occasional shivers running through her in aftershock as the last tendrils of her
receding climax withdrew, leaving her limp but sexually satisfied for the first time in a long
time.
          He shifted around so he could hold onto her, but it seemed that both the other ladies
had been following the last part of what was happening between Azha and him as they both
greeted him with expressions of good humor mixed with a touch of “and why didn't I get that
kind of treatment?”
          Alcyone told him, “Here, I'll take care of her for the moment. I gather you have
something to see to.”
          Glancing over at Bonita, he agreed, “Yes, I believe I do.”
          Considering what he'd just been involved in, he made as if to rise so he could duck into
the bath for a very quick clean-up, but the purple-haired beauty put a hand on his arm and
said, “It's fine. I'm not concerned.”
          If they didn't have such excellent medical care available to them, he would have
overruled her in spite of her confidence, but things being what they were, he gave her a
gesture of acceptance to indicate he was at her service.
          “Good,” she responded, thinking she been quite patient up to this point.
          She didn't even worry about prelims as she and Alcyone had basically just spent the
last half hour in a very enjoyable session of heavy foreplay (both oral and manual). As such,
she was as wet as she could be and as Quinn was still ninety-five percent erect, she simply
laid back and held out her hands to him.
          “Time for that divination,” he told her.
          “We can do that, too,” she responded.
          She was indeed ready as even with his size he slipped inside her with very little
resistance, and only after he was fully inside her did she tense up enough to tighten around
him.
          He started moving and she immediately bit her lower lip and gave a mew of pleasure.
          “I thought to ask you for a bit of a boost, but I see it won't be needed,” she told him,
bringing her knees up higher and hooking her ankles behind his lower back.
          “I did give the other ladies a little assist,” he admitted, and he slipped into her nervous
system along with the impulses happening there, and ran down the connections until he found
the pulsing junction of her pleasure circuits. It only took a fraction of a second, and he
insulated himself before plucking the nerves leading into it, giving her a rather heavy-handed
eight on a scale of ten.
          She felt the sudden surge of pleasure slam her, and her nails dug into the skin of his
back and her legs tightened around his waist as the muscles lining her slick canal tensed and
squeezed him tight. Her head went back and she managed to gasp out, “No fair!” before she
bucked hard and shook the bed. He could feel her reaching for that next level, but she didn't
quite get to the point of ejaculation and she gave a whine of frustration.
          It took her a few moments to calm back down, but she then she was meeting his
thrusts eagerly, falling into perfect rhythm with him.
          She pulled him close to her ear and told him softly, “Make me your woman.”
          He didn't change anything but teased back at the same soft volume, “What? You
mean you're not already?” and he gave her another direct jolt to her pleasure center.
          She broke rhythm this time as she writhed beneath him and climaxed, and this time he
heard the chuckles from the two ladies who seemed to be amusing themselves by watching
them.
          He stopped giving her direct neural input, but that didn't slow her down much as she
got to the next orgasm quickly enough on her own. Of all the things he enjoyed about Bonita,
she certainly knew how to make a man feel appreciated. She was also a sexually greedy
strumpet and was urging him to keep going as she intended to get to that “full mixing of our
juices”.
          There wasn't any need for him to monitor her sexual responses as she reacted so
openly to his behavior, feeling no need for a filter as the sexual hedonist she was. As a result,
it was easy to find the best angle for her as she immediately began cooing, “Right there!
Right there! Ohh, fuck!”
          With so many orgasms under her belt already (she'd come at least three times with
Alcyone earlier) she was well on her way to a big finish and Quinn only needed to pay
attention to timing as he was ready to join her at any time. There were few things as sexy as
a woman in the throws of climax, and Bonita spent a lot of time there so she had him holding
off his own huge release before she began to keen out, “Now! Now! Oh, fuck! I'm
comiiiiiinnnnnng!!”
          The purple-haired siren bridged up with her back as she strained for that final
explosion, and Quinn let go his own reflex and blasted her the moment he felt her squirt.
Juices went several different directions and Bonita squeezed hard and milk even came from
her tight nipples without his touching them. Then she almost convulsed and he saw her
eyelids open slightly, eyes actually rolled up into her head, whatever she was seeing being
provided purely by her own unique set of senses at that instant.
          Then she collapsed heavily to the bed, her breath heaving and almost sobbing with the
intensity of whatever she had experienced. He simply stayed buried balls-deep in her
grasping pussy and continued pumping more and more of his semen into her. She actually
felt the slick discharge escaping around the edges before he was through, the sensation
sending still another thrill through her to feel how intensely she had affected him to make him
fill her with so much cum.
          She finally returned from wherever she went, and he smiled and gave her a loving kiss
in appreciation. She might be a greedy trollop, but she certainly didn't make a man feel
neglected or unappreciated. She made a man feel as if he were the best she'd ever had,
which she honestly felt every time, regardless of how impossible that was. Emotion was not
governed by the rules of logic. She believed it, and so it was the truth of what she felt.
          “Thank you,” she told him, and clung to him tightly as if he were the most wonderful
person in the world, and indeed at that second he was. At that moment, Bonita, formerly the
Crimson Queen, lover of thousands and epitome of sexuality, was hopelessly in love with this
strange man from another reality who gave her such pleasure and incredible visions of the
future stretching out before them.
          Several minutes later, they were all cleaned up enough to be comfortable, covered with
just a sheet in his crowded but cozy bed, Quinn finding himself literally surrounded by
feminine flesh on three sides. Azha was under his right arm and tight to that side, one arm
under his back and the other around Bonita who was literally laying face-down atop Quinn full
length like a living blanket, one arm tucked in to her and the other around Alcyone who was
mirroring Azha's position on Quinn's left side.
          It took him a couple of minutes to adjust to the feeling of someone literally sleeping on
him this way, but soon it felt so natural and he could sense the intense happiness and
satisfaction radiating from all three women.
          I guess I could get used to this, he thought before slipping off to sleep along with them.


