Total Domination

Her last performance seemed to have won over the crowd, as Ash stepped into the fighting area to the cheers and chants of the crowd. She told herself that all the posturing and playing to the spectators was just her way of intimidating her opponent. But God help her, there was something about the adulation of a bunch of rich perverts that was getting her all pumped up.



In the end, though, she hardly needed it. Apocalypse put up a good fight, but against the new and improved Isis, she didn't have a prayer. Ash now combined all of her previously formidable submission holds with rubbing of Apocalypse's breasts and fingering underneath her bikini bottom. She didn't quite work up the nerve to duplicate her last performance, and put her tongue to work in her opponent's pussy, but the points she was getting for the basic groping was more than enough to counteract Apocalypse's attempts at an offense.



When the match was finally called and the tools were offered, Ash was quick to grab the strap-on. As the device between her legs hummed and the sensation of the cock between her legs flared to life, Ash roughly shoved her opponent to the ground.



"Ass up. Get your ass up, loser!" Ash taunted her beaten opponent. The asari glared at Ash, but dutifully presented her rear end to her opponent. As if guessing her intentions, one of the staffers dashed forward with a bottle of lubrication, and Ash let out a gasp as she felt the woman's fingers rub the slick fluid all across her cock.



"Whose bitch are you?" Ash called out, even as the crowd helpfully chanted the answer for the beaten asari on the floor.



"Isis! Isis! Isis!"



"Whose bitch?" Ash slapped a hand down on Apocalypse's bare ass, and the asari let out a high shriek.



"Isis's..." Apocalypse muttered. "I'm Isis's bitch."



"Damn right," Ash said with a smirk, as she thrust her strap-on roughly into Apocalyse's tight asshole.



The asari gritted her teeth as Ash roughly took her ass, the device sending the sensation of Apocalyse's tight anal canal back to Ash's nervous system. Losing herself to the pleasure, Ash moaned and thrust, eager to make her opponent cum and prove her final victory.



As she took the asari from behind, Ash looked up into one of the cameras filming the event, hoping that it was the feed currently being shown back in the training room. "You see this, Behemoth?" Ash yelled over the roar of the crowd, as she laid down another slap onto the reddening backside of her opponent. "You fuck with my partner, I fuck yours 'til she begs me for it! And you're next!"



The crowd gave a cheer at this boast. Beckoning over one of the staffers, Ash took the large, vibrating wand from them and reached around to place it between Behemoth's legs. The asari jolted like a bolt of electricity went through her, and her previously stoic submission was replaced with heated, orgasmic moans.



A few seconds before the ten minutes were up, Ash got her wish, and Behemoth's fluids dripped down onto the mat as she shuddered in climax. Ash waited until she was finished moaning before shoving her away, playing to the crowd for the remaining amount of time before the buzzer rang, and her Total Domination time was over.



And Ash made sure to deliver a kick to Apocalypse's side on the way out.

* * *



Ash wasn't out of the fighting arena for a minute, before a big purple mass came charging at her.



"You took out my partner!" Behemoth shouted into Ash's face, pressing her against a wall. "I'll fucking kill you!"



"Maybe next time, you won't send one of your bitches to do your job for you," Ash stared back at Behemoth without fear. "You ready to do this now, or do you have any other minions to throw at me?"



"Fuck the tournament," Behemoth said, raising a fist rippling with biotic power. Apparently the biotic suppression field didn't extend to the waiting room, Ash realized with a bit of alarm. "I don't care if they disqualify me; I'm taking you out right here and now."



"Really, now," said a voice from behind Behemoth. "I would have expected better sportsmanship from you, Behemoth."



Behemoth gasped, as she was suddenly enveloped in someone else's biotic field. As she was telekinetically yanked away, Ash saw Shepard's shipmates standing there, Jack grinning wickedly as she used her biotics to send Behemoth flying roughly into a wall.



The one who had spoken, Miranda, turned her attention to Ash. "We need to talk. Follow us."



"Hey, I'm not done with her yet," Behemoth yelled, only for Jack to biotically grab her and slam her into the wall again. That time shut her up.



Ash followed the two women to the weight benches. Rhia was already waiting there.



"Look, I think we all know why we're here," Miranda said as soon as they were all assembled. "We're getting down to the last few competitors. And sooner or later, we're probably going to have to face off against each other."



"So we figured, why fuck around?" Jack chimed in. "Let's just get this out of the way right now and see who gets to win that trophy for Shepard's asari sweetie. So, how about it? Tag match, you two against us."



Ash frowned. "And take out two of Liara's competitors in one fight? Wouldn't it be better to combine our efforts against Behemoth?"



Miranda looked uncomfortable. "The thing is, me and Jack have been lucky up to this point. We've managed to get a few wins against weaker opponents, but bottom line is, we're probably not going to win this. You and Rhia, you've probably got a much better chance. And, well..."



"What the cheerleader's trying to say," Jack butted in, "is that she's not looking forward to the idea of that giant asari bitch taking her up the ass."



"Let's make an agreement," Miranda said. "We'll fight in a tag match, to see who gets to go after the championship. And whoever wins, promises not to... dominate the loser," Miranda winced at the thought. "At least this way, we can get out of this with a relative amount of dignity intact. What do you say?"



Ash looked to Rhia, who considered for a moment before nodding. "Alright, sounds good," Ash said. "Set up the match, we'll be ready."



"Thank you," Miranda said. "And may the best team win."



The two Normandy crew members walked toward the fight coordinator. As soon as they were gone, Ash turned to Rhia. "You're going to be okay to fight?"



"Like I said, just a few bruises, I'll be fine. But just answer me one question."



Ash nodded. "Sure."



Rhia gave her a devious smile. "We were totally lying about not dominating those two bitches, weren't we?"



Ash smiled back. "Don't be stupid, partner. Of course we were."