Chapter 28 - On Conditioning: Chapter 27

On Conditioning
by Volpone

Chapter 27

          Everything they had come here for was coming to a head.
          Vega was the original reason the entire mission had been mounted. She was in a number of
ways a female version of Bushido. Both were great warriors and superlative swordsmasters. Both
were utterly dedicated to opposing the infernal forces at work in their worlds. And both were highly
skilled demon slayers who had come to the notice of powerful opponents.
          Yet Vega had been in the clutches of Oboro and Black far longer than Quinn had originally
intended. She'd been conditioned with chemicals, hormones, and demonic formulae, and then sexually
abused by her guards for days before Quinn and his team had appeared on the scene to change the
rules. Judging from the outward signs, she was still being drugged in spite of Black's instructions that
such things stop. If that was the case, she had been under conditioning far longer than any other
Taimanin.
          Possibly long enough to change who she was.
          The big question was were they already too late?

          Considering all that was happening that day, Quinn was finding himself spread thin. There
were too many issues that needed his attention and he couldn't delegate to others under the
circumstances.
          First of all, he needed very badly to take Caballera somewhere private and have a discussion
with her so she would understand what they were doing and her personal role in things, and the typical
“welcome to Phoenix” speech was impossible in the team box. There were also unique factors in her
circumstance that he felt he needed to deal with personally and not try to fob off on a teammate. If her
transition were mishandled, they could lose her back to the other side without much trouble. After all
this, Quinn didn't want to risk it by rushing such an important job, and he couldn't be honest there in the
team box where they could be observed by everyone present.
          Secondly, he needed to make Black understand that they had no intention in selling Caballera
back to him at any price yet do it in a diplomatic way so as to not piss Black off to the point their team
ended up in a pitched battle with the forces of one of the biggest, most dangerous infernal criminal
organizations in the world. They'd avoided it so far and Quinn preferred it stay that way if possible.
With Oboro pushing them toward conflict whenever she could, it hadn't been easy.
          Third, he really wanted to get Vega away from her captors as soon as possible. She was the last
hostage available to Black, the unspoken threat behind all the polite negotiations and agreements. So
long as she was at the mercy of Black and Oboro, they had to handle the situation with kid gloves. But
once she was safely under their protection, the possibility of failure went down significantly.
          And he had to be honest with himself... it didn't hurt his motivation that she was one of the
sexiest characters ever to strut spandex.
          The looming question was how badly did this universe want her to be abused before it would let
her go?

          It only took a moment to remove the damaged bank of lights. Any damage to stage and the
support system would have to be addressed once the crowds were gone, and the problems this might
present were minimal and could be safely ignored until after the match was decided. Oboro wasn't
about to delay this match any longer than necessary because her next move was already in place and
she was anxious to get to it. This irrelevant match which Vega could never win was simply postponing
her real plan.
          Down on the stage, Vega stood, waiting for what would happen next. She was uncomfortable
just waiting. Her body was demanding stimulation, the drugs they had given her making her desire for
sex war with her sense of self-preservation.
          But as she stood there, her mind kept returning to her previous times in the arena, and how
horrible they had been.
          And how amazing.
          Vega was an extremely attractive woman of about twenty-two with long dark hair and rich
aquamarine-colored eyes. Her body was, as the phrase went, built for sin with a thirty-eight-G(!) bust
atop a fit twenty-four inch waist and thirty-six inch hips.
          After a lifetime of denying her sexual side, her body had discovered the joy of being able to
indulge the part of her nature she'd suppressed for so long, and the conditioning had taken root far
better than Oboro could have dreamed.
          She was wearing her classic purple Taimanin catsuit that fitted her like a tan. (Quinn realized
she must be wearing a replacement since he recalled her suit being ruined in every match she'd
previously fought, that likely being one reason Vega was so popular with the crowd.)
          Which led Quinn indirectly to the issue of how to handle this final bout.
          What if he did play it according to Chaos Arena rules? What if he played it just as he had for
her sister, Antares? Terry hadn't been damaged by Quinn's behavior. She'd come through just fine,
becoming as eager a member of Phoenix as any recruit he'd seem. But she also hadn't been in the
hands of her captors nearly as long.
          There were just too many questions that Quinn was going to need to answer before he knew
how to handle things.
          It did him no good to stay in the team box any longer. He couldn't talk to Caballera so long as
they were in public like this, and he wouldn't let negotiations with Black unravel to the point the
vampire-lord might decide the price of honor was higher than he would accept. Refusing his offer
before the match gave Black plenty of time to set an ambush if that was his decision. To make it this
far through the mission without coming to open conflict with Black was one of the things Quinn was
most pleased about. To have that disappear just as they were about to finish the operation was not the
way he wanted things to go. It placed his team members at risk, and he worked hard to avoid that at all
times.
          Quinn hoped to beat Vega, claim her, and then be out of the arena and back to the residential
complex as soon as possible. From there, they could beam up to Columbina and get the hell out of
Dodge, mission complete.
          But if he tried to get around the rules of the universe, would it cause things to implode if he
didn't play along? That was the biggest threat, and the one thing that worried Quinn more than any
other. They'd done this entire operation as they had to avoid it and it had worked so far. As a
reasonable person, Quinn hated violence and on this mission, he'd had his fill.
          However, they'd kicked this problem around a number of times since they'd arrived, and no one
felt they could ignore the risk. Not when the lives of all their new recruits and the ones there trying to
rescue them were at hazard.
          So Quinn was going to have to play it “safe” by the standards of what the timeline would
experienced had they not shown up to disrupt events. Not only would he have to play by the Chaos
Arena rules, but he was going to have to give the audience a better show than they'd ever seen, and that
included his match with Nova and Vega's loss to Power Woman. The universe was a dramatic one with
a strong attraction to mayhem and degradation, and it would likely only let them get out if they
provided a proper finale to the story line. This match needed to replace a final battle between Oboro
and Vega... a match in which one or the other died. His advisers in “the Universe as Fiction” felt there
needed to be either an outrageous final match in the arena or a major battle between the Taimanin (who
were all now members of Phoenix Group) and Black/Oboro's forces. All other options left the universe
vulnerable to catastrophe.
          When it came down to needing to risk Vega's mental state or needing to put everyone occupying
this universe at risk, Quinn was resolved to give a hell of a final match, in spite of what that meant for
Vega.
          Just as Columbina had predicted, betting was useless, opening odds favoring Harukinu 100-to-1
from the start and staying open just a few moments when no one would risk betting against the massive
favorite.One final issue for Quinn was the trouble of weapons.
          Quinn didn't want to use Slapstick on Vega. He was much better off with bare hands for
obvious reasons, but he doubted Vega would be willing to give up her equalizer.
          Unless...
          He walked over to the edge of the stage and looked back at Vega very deliberately as he
dropped Slapstick off the stage with a clatter. Turning back to her, he held his hands out in a clear
gesture of “See? I'm unarmed.”
          The audience murmured in a way that sounded generally approving but had nothing to do with
honor or concern for the combatants' health. Most would prefer to see Vega taken down by hand when
they knew what that would likely entail, making Harukinu's gesture favorable to the majority.
          “Come on, Vega,” he encouraged, “let's make this a real match. No weapons. Just hand-tohand...
skin on skin...”
          Her reaction to his saying “skin on skin” wasn't overt but from what he could tell, it seemed to
trigger the right kind of thinking in the Taimanin, making her think of sex instead of combat. The
reactions were small, but all of her physiological indicators said she wouldn't mind having sex rather
than fighting.
          Still, she looked conflicted, and the damned drugs didn't make her decision any easier.
          But as Vega watched her opponent, she had to admit he was much more appealing than the
hulking orc guards. And getting rid of his weapon couldn't be seen as a threatening gesture. Besides, it
wasn't as if they had left her with her demon-killing blade. The sword she carried was just a sword, and
not even a particularly excellent one.
          It was with great relief that Quinn watched his sexy opponent take her sword and scabbard and
drop them off the stage, making the audience cheer. His relief wasn't from her not being able to harm
him. He'd been certain they weren't going to arm her with a sword that could get through his web. The
relief was from how this showed that Vega hadn't been so damaged by her captivity that she'd lost all
trust. It also meant Quinn didn't need to worry about her being hurt by her own weapon, making his
job much easier.
          He'd been concentrating so much on getting Vega to stop reacting like a ninja, he was caught be
surprise when Oboro's voice shouted, “Begin!”
          Now that she didn't have a weapon, Vega realized that she also didn't have a strategy. Ninjas
were most at home using stealth, misdirection and offense. The stage of a well-lit arena with no cover
to use eliminated stealth, and she had foolishly given up her weapon over the ridiculous but
unmistakable feeling that he wasn't the threat Oboro was.
          Quinn didn't want to bruise her too badly, but he needed her to feel dominated, so he planned to
use moves which played up his strength but minimized actual damage, throws which would jar her but
not do much more, holds that would make her struggle to free herself and burn her energy.
          She wasn't slow compared to an untrained civilian, but her reaction time was probably the worst
of all the women he'd faced in the arena. He could have been blind drunk and still been faster than she
was. It was only by making it look as if she were doing better than she was that Quinn was able to
build any suspense. Real experts among the onlookers could likely tell he was being easy on her, but it
was fortunate there were only a few watching and they were focused on Vega's body, not on Quinn's
acting ability. He gave her several clear openings and she only made use of a single one.
          Against Caballera, she would have been beaten or dead in the first minute.
          Figuring he had stalled as long as he could, Quinn started to take advantage of Vega's
conditioning. Drawing on several of the tricks he used against Antares the first day he'd fought in the
arena, he began to get the sexy Taimanin prepared for what the onlookers really wanted to see. He used
all kinds of moves that were almost straight out of stunt work, intended to look devastating and making
enough contact to make her react instinctively as if she were being struck but without any real damage
occurring. It was more surprise than injury that she was suffering.
          And it was also triggering her sexual reflexes as well.
          After he took her down to the mat with a wrist throw, he got around behind her and got a figure-
4 leg lock around her neck from behind. This cut down her wind and blood flow and pushed the back
of her head against his crotch. She panicked when she realized she couldn't escape, and pounding on
his legs did no good. Erotic asphyxia started to set in and her eyes started to roll up in her head, her
mouth took on the drooling smile of vapid pleasure called ahegao, but he released her because he
wanted her sexually cooperative, not unconscious.
          A portion of the audience booed over his not choking her out, but as many shouted support
since they knew a match involving Harukinu would involve some great sex and they understood that
was where he was heading.
          Instinctively, Vega rolled over onto hands and knees as she gasped for breath, her instinct to get
away pushing her to action in spite of her rising excitement.
          Before she could begin to get up, he moved right to his next hold and grabbed her wrists,
pulling them both up behind her back, forcing her face first into the canvas and making it impossible
for her to rise. Spinning around, he got his shins crossed and holding her down by the neck, then when
she reached up to try to grasp some part of him for control, he got both her hands controlled by his left,
leaving his right hand available for his next trick. With her pinned down in this manner, her ass was up
high and presented a perfect target.
          The crowd's cheers were now rising as they began getting the kind of match they were used to
seeing from Team Harukinu.
          He proceeded to spank her... hard. His hand made a firecracker sound as it met the taut fabric
stretched over her delicious backside, and she whimpered loudly with each resounding smack. Soon
her cries lost their pitiful quality and took on a more sensual tone.
          Feeling he'd done what he was trying at that moment, he released her and let her rise.
          His next hold was more obviously sexual. He managed to stun her slightly and get her flat on
the canvas where he took hold of both her ankles, placing a foot in her crotch and pulling rhythmically
on both legs. This put plenty of pressure on her sex and made her pain/pleasure receptors skyrocket.
Her face went ahegao and she shook hard as she came, the crotch of her outfit getting soaked with her
ejaculate.
          Once he had her past her first heavy orgasm, he knew he just had to keep her stimulated and the
match was over. She was fighting less with each new hold, her body's desire overruling her last
remaining ninja reflexes. Her face was flushed, her breathing heavy, nipples presenting and stretching
the stretchy fabric of her outfit into prominent little tents.
That reminded him that next to go was the outfit itself. She tried to grab at him but rather than
back up, he came at her fast and caught her in the midsection with his thigh (maximum surface area,
heavy shock value, but minimal chance of damage) just as he got hold of her catsuit right in the high
center of her chest and riiiiiiiip!
          The audience cheered and yelled as she staggered back, both breasts almost entirely exposed.
She fell to one knee and tried to regain the wind he had knocked out of her. Her face held the same
ahegao expression as earlier.
          For him to manage his next humiliating maneuver, he needed her flat on her back and
momentarily unable to move. A simple full body throw that made her land fairly flat jolted her badly
enough to stop her struggling for the time being. He moved in quickly and got a knee on each of her
shoulders, pinning her on her back, his crotch near her face. This let him open the closure to his tights,
take his semi-erect cock by the base and slap it against her face several times.
          The audience loved it, and the shocked look on her face showed clearly he had made an
impression without needing to inflict serious pain. This seemed to help her shake off her stunned state
long enough to struggle, so he rolled forward out of the pin and came up in an unsteady fighter's stance.
          The onlookers roared in approval.
          Quinn's next plan was to ruin the rest of her outfit. He drew her into grabbing at him and
managed to again pin her down with an arm levered up behind her back, wrist bent at an uncomfortable
90-degrees, her face and chest pressed into the floor. Taking hold of her suit at the small of her back,
he released her arm, and as she tried to rise, he stood and pulled her completely off the ground by her
suit, the stretchy fabric pulling tightest over her mons and labia. Another hard jerk and riiiiiiip! The
suit tore and much of it pulled away, but enough remained to yank up between her pussy lips like
crotch floss.
          Vega's eyes rolled in her head and she dropped heavily to her knees, her tongue lolling out of a
vapid smile and ejaculate splashing the mat between her knees.
          The audience went wild. Cries of “She gets off on it!” and “What a slut!” could be heard
among other more colorful degradations aimed at Vega.
          Before she could summon the will to resist, he grappled her from behind, one arm around her
chest and his hand groping her marvelous breast, his other hand between her legs and lifting her up as
he shook her up and down, his fingers putting extreme pressure on her sex as he almost lifted her off
the mat by her crotch. Her muscles went limp and she jerked like a puppet that lacked will, her climax
face telling him how well he was gauging her reactions.
          Now that he'd gotten her to this stage, he needed her to give up the will to fight. To do that, he
wanted to show her he was far stronger and faster than she was.
          He let her regain her breath for just a moment, then moved in. She started to back up, but he
used his flash step and got behind her before she realized he was even gone. He reached for her as his
foot caught her in the back of her knee, buckling her and making her legs part slightly more. Before
she could fall, he had his left hand holding the back of her neck and his right between her thighs from
behind, his fingers between her labia and his thumb against her asshole. He dropped to one knee to get
the proper position and then used her backwards momentum, lifting her up at arm's length with her
facing the roof far overhead. Without purchase or leverage, she was helpless. The most she could do
was to grab his wrist to prevent him dropping her.
          That didn't matter because he had no intention of doing so. Rather, he held her overhead and
shook her up and down by the handles he had, making her bounce like a doll in his grip, his thumb
penetrating her anus and his fingers her vagina, her weight suspended from where her neck and
shoulder met and her pubic bone. He shook her like that not to rattle her teeth but to abuse her sex, his
fingers invading her most intimate places and behaving as if he owned them. He shook her long
enough to make her gasp and come once again, then went to one knee and brought her down to the mat
rather unceremoniously, but not dropping her as he might have.
          By now, she was looking increasingly unsteady on her feet, and her breathing was growing
labored from sexual pleasure and the exertion of maintaining any semblance of defense.
          He buffeted her some more, then managed to lift her with one arm around her waist, jerk her
back so her legs went out from under her and drop her sitting down onto his braced knee. She came
down straddle his thigh, most of her weight mashing her vulva onto the firm muscles on the front of his
thigh. She bounced and flopped onto the mat on all fours, again with the ahegao eyes and smile.
          Taking advantage of her being dazed, he rolled her back onto her shoulders, legs over her head,
and pinned her down that way, kneeling on the back of her calves. It wasn't a great position for the
cameras following the action to see her face, but what it did expose got a huge reaction from the
onlookers.
          He reached forward and drove the middle two fingers of his right hand into her sex. He held
her there and finger-fucked her for the entire audience to see. He stopped short of making her squirt,
but then shoved the same two fingers up her ass and masturbated her hard that way. Vega's eyes rolled
in her head, her mouth dropped open and her tongue rolled out as he pounded her ass and the crowd
went insane. He got her to squirt in less than fifteen seconds, then gave her exposed crotch a series of
love taps, slapping at her soaked labia and engorged clit with his flat fingers as if spanking her pussy.
Quinn then stood and let her slowly and unsteadily stagger to her feet.
          It took him a few moments to set up his next maneuver. He got her upright on her knees with
both arms pinned up, wrists crossed at the back of her neck and held there with one hand. He knelt
across the back of her calves so all four limbs were virtually immobilized. Using his left hand to
control her hands (she clearly didn't have a great deal of strength left), he reached around with his right
hand and grabbed her right breast, giving her a rough squeeze. He felt her support buckle, but he held
her up using his holds on her. The audience whistled and hooted as his fingers found her throat and he
put pressure on the carotid artery, reducing the blood flow but not trying to cut it off. For safety, he
used his nerve induction Talent to monitor her reactions and keep her out of danger.
          The gorgeous Taimanin began to tremble as erotic asphyxiation started to set in once again. He
used his Talent to play the same trick he had used on Antares, blocking much of her voluntary motor
nerve signals. As he did, he felt the struggle go from her arms and knew it was safe to release her
hands. They flopped down, all signs of resistance temporarily gone. Her eyes rolled and her tongue
protruded from her idiot smile as he reached around and took her by a pronounced nipple, tugging and
pulling it, stretching it uncomfortably as if masturbating a small penis. True to expectations, in just a
matter of seconds she thrashed and milk squirted from her breast as a heavy jet of her sexual juices
sprayed down the front of her legs and onto the floor.
          Again, the audience roared its approval.
          He let go his grip on her neck but didn't release her completely. Instead, he lifted her into a
fireman's carry across his shoulders. She stirred enough to let him know she was conscious but not
able to put up a real fight any more.
          This next move was one that his team had debated over and over. If it had been the same stage
props Power Woman had used on Vega, he never would have considered it, but as this had been set up
anticipating Caballera as the victor, the device provided was much more a sex toy and not a torture
device. Even the Phoenix females who had sworn to punish Power Woman for her treatment of Vega
admitted that some kind of stunt like this was almost mandatory in this hentai universe.
          With his female cargo, he strode to the over-sized metallic phallus sticking up from the floor.
          He knelt and rolled her onto the canvas. The part of her brain that was still in control was frantically
telling her to get away and with her slowly returning muscle control, she tried to crawl away but he
caught her by and ankle and pulled her back. Rolling her onto her back, Quinn shifted her up into a
sitting position, then before she could offer more than token resistance, he knelt behind her and lifted
her like that, a hand behind each thigh, and he tinkered with her motor nerves again so she couldn't
struggle and possibly make this hurt more than it needed to. He also monitored her brain's reactions to
prevent severe trauma, either emotional or physical.
          She realized too late what was in store. Her body refused to answer her. She felt like a puppet
with its strings cut as set her down neatly on the phallus-cone. It was over a foot long with a head that
was about two-and-a-half inches in diameter. The shaft started smaller but expanded to about four
inches across at the base. Vega tried to summon some will to resist, but nothing happened.
          Before she could regain any control, she was impaled on the phallus and it slid nicely into her
waiting cunt. When she slid down, she almost hit bottom, the cone filling her up and stretching her like
she was being fist-fucked. Pain lanced through and took her breath away, but she was also incredibly
close to climax, the huge unfeeling penis blurring the border between pleasure and pain too well.
          “Are you ready, Vega?” he asked, speaking to her for the first time since the match began. He
was mentally asking himself the same question since this was not something he was happy with but
admitted the need. Quinn checked her mind and was only slightly surprised to find that she was much
more conflicted about this than a normal woman without the same conditioning might be. Her fear was
actually less pronounced than her soaring sexual excitement, telling him she would likely come through
unharmed by this outrageous treatment.
          Kneeling behind her, he reached around and got a hand on each breast. Holding her firmly
against his chest, he raised her up and down rhythmically, fucking her with the metal cock and shaking
her world.
          Unlike the time with Power Woman, this was much more sexual and far less punishment, just as
they had intended. Her resistance deserted her, leaving Vega completely at his mercy, her sexual
conditioning robbing her of her last shred of willpower. Legs spread at over ninety degrees to one
another, her head drooped to the right, her eyes again rolled up, her tongue lolling out as her entire
body shook and spasmed as she came and had a massive ejaculation all over the cone and the floor
between her spread legs. She shook and trembled and came and came...
          The arena erupted.
          So far he had only managed to equal what the red-masked Amazon had done to Vega. Now he
had to exceed it.
          Kneeling behind her, Quinn reached around from behind so he didn't block the audience's view.
He pinched each of Vega's erect nipples between thumb and forefinger and squeezed. He started
pulling at both rosy points in time, stretching them painfully... trying to coax from her the reaction he
wanted.
          “Come on,” he urged her. “Come for me.”
          Her limbs were again starting to react to her wishes, but not enough to matter. She gave another
moan and tried to hold her chest up, arching her back as her breathing deepened...
          Then she cried out as milk squirted from both nipples and ejaculate again splashed between her
legs which twitched spasmodically. (One good thing about hentai-continuum females... they had an
almost infinite capacity to squirt.)
          Her breathing grew deeper but steady, the spasms of her climax fading. For the first time since
they had begun their match, Vega spoke.
          “Please... Another?”
          He leaned close and asked her, “What did you say, Vega?”
          Her voice was stronger this time.
          “Vega wants to come again. Please, make Vega come.”
          “Of course. Good little fuck toys always get to come.”
          He pinched her lovely pronounced nipples again and she whimpered in response. He began
milking her, pulling painfully at her nipples again and again, making her whimper each time he
stretched them and made them hurt so beautifully.
          True to form, she then gave a stronger cry, arched her back and stuck out her chest as he coaxed
a stream of milk from each exquisite breast.
          Now that she had lost the last of her hesitation, they could move on to making this a real show.
          He told her clearly, “Very good! You're a good little fuck toy, Vega. You need a reward.”
          He stood and moved around in front of the hentai woman who sat there, still impaled on the
cone which stretched her wet, slippery canal. Looking down at her, he had to admit she was gorgeous
in spite of the drugs and conditioning. She would be even more beautiful once there was real
intelligence back in her expression.
          Like a baby bird, she looked up at him expectantly and opened her mouth.
          “Please... Vega wants her reward.”
          He made himself more comfortable where his equipment passed through the closure in his
tights and moved closer. Without the slightest bit of hesitation, she put one hand on each of his hips,
leaned forward and did her best to suck him off.
          The arena shook with cheers and applause.
          She didn't build up to it. She simply leaned in and with her eyes locked on his, she took him
down to the root in one gulp. Quinn slipped his hands into her hair and showed her to take him all the
way down with each bob of her head.
          “Hands back, Vega. Mouth only.”
          Obediently, both hands went behind her back and she went back to swallowing his cock. She
had no trace of a gag reflex any more and drove him full length down her throat with each bob of her
head.
          Once her rhythm was set, Quinn put a hand on each of her breasts and began to knead them in
time to her slippery, sucking lips. This made her shake and swallow him faster and faster, trying to
make him come before her.
          Shifting his grip just slightly, he trapped her nipples between the knuckles of his middle and
ring fingers, his hands more than filled by her amazing chest. He squeezed more firmly, pinching down
on the tips with his knuckles each time, pulling on the entire breast and making her frantic to bring him
to climax with her.
          Her bobbing head moved in a virtual frenzy, her cheeks caved in around him as she sucked his
cock for all she was worth, wanting nothing as badly as she wanted to taste his cum.
          She still beat him to the climax. She cried out as she came, fluids squirting from nipples and
pussy as she shook and drove him down her greedy throat.
          But he didn't hold out long. Just ten seconds after she had sprayed the floor yet again, his hands
clamped down hard on her breasts and she knew he was ready to give her his delicious cum. He helped
her by fucking her mouth as she gulped his lovely cock again and again...
          And then he came. Quinn fed her so much cum, she tried to keep it all in her mouth to show
him, but he instructed her, “Swallow it, Vega. Swallow all of it.”
          With his cock still in her mouth, the beautiful woman obediently swallowed every drop and
tried for more, but he was done for now. It was more than a whole mouthful of cum, and Vega knew
she must have done very well for him to reward her so.
          “Does Vega want to come again?” he teased.
          Weakly, she responded, “Oh, yes... Vega loves to come...”
          He folded her legs under her so she was sitting on her calves, then he moved behind her again
and using the same grip as before, he fucked her on the industrial-grade marital aid. Her expression
went ahegao and she shook and squirted yet again, trembling all over as she came.
When she had calmed down, he said, “Time for one more treat, Vega.”
          She looked up expectantly and opened her mouth wide, ready to be face-fucked again.
          “No, this is a different treat. Come up,” and he lifted her slowly and gently off the artificial
phallus on which she had been impaled.
          She was unable to stand, but he assured her it wasn't necessary. He got her to her knees, then
moved behind her and rubbed his erect cock between her rear cheeks. Eagerly, she reached back and
spread her ass cheeks for him.
          “Yes! Vega loves her ass fucked! Please... fuck Vega's slutty ass hard!”
          (Quinn promised himself he would work on improving her bedroom chat as soon as possible.)
          Pressing forward, he was not really surprised at how easily the head of his cock penetrated the
ring of her anus.
          The crowd was almost deafening. No individual voices could be heard, but they clearly
approved of what was being done to the beautiful demon-slayer.
          Reaching around, he grabbed hold of a full breast with each hand and squeezed them with each
thrust of his hips.
          Vega got very vocal and started encouraging him.
          “Yes! Please punish my slutty ass! Fuck my slutty ass hard! Fill my ass with cum!” and
similar comments of this nature. Her eyes had almost disappeared they rolled so high, her silly smiling
mouth with its lolling tongue like a painted mask of sexual ecstasy.
          She beat him to the climax more than once.
          “Vega loves to come when she gets her ass fucked!”
          And she did. Just as on the cone, she squirted from both breasts and ejaculated as she shook
and came, absolutely soaking the arena stage beneath them.
          So he started rattling her frame as he pounded her ass, and pounded it hard.
          He seemed to have found a perfect combination because she became a perpetual orgasm
machine. He would stroke into her ass hard five times, and on the fifth she would cry out, arch her
back and squirt from both nipples and pussy, and then the cycle would begin again. It was one... two...
three... four... cum... one... two... three... four... cum... one... two... three... four... cum...
          He kept her coming for several minutes that way, and the audience was ecstatic.
          Whimpering through her climax, she finally begged him, “Fill my greedy ass with your cum!”
          And then he did his best to do just that. He slammed her delightful derriere and made her
climax one last time as he pumped a massive load of semen into Vega's “greedy ass”. She felt him
come, and she screamed out her joy. Her muscles all bucked as her ass clamped around his cock,
holding him deep inside her as he pumped the last of his spunk into her and she squirted hard from both
breasts and pussy one last time.
          This seemed to take the last bit of her stamina. When she was done, Quinn let her collapse onto
the mat, sperm slowly running from her abused anus, and he wasn't at all surprised when she fell
immediately into an exhausted slumber, a small smile on her sleeping face.
          He tucked himself away, bent down and gathered the somnolent Taimanin into his arms. The
cheers from the crowd were still going on when he decided not to wait any longer.
          Here goes nothing.
          “I claim the Taimanin, Vega, as a member of Team Harukinu by right of conquest!”
          To his relief, the universe went right on existing.
