Throwing In The Towel

Stiletto knew what he wanted her to do. A final show of submission to cement his victory. Sometimes a Hunted could hold out through their defeat, passing out from pleasure before making a vocal admission of defeat. However, the part of her that thought it would be possible for her to last to that point had gone silent at her first orgasm and the small shreds that still wanted to resist just a little bit longer were little more than faint whispers.

"You..." she found herself whispering.

"What was thaaaaat?" Assmaster slammed his hips forward, holding inside of her again and wriggling around to tease her insides, "Gotta speak up so everyone can heeear."

"AHHHH-AHHHH! YOU!" Stiletto screamed, the shift in motions making her body spasm as a secondary, smaller orgasm hit her, "My ass... belongs to you!"

Assmaster's smile grew to an almost inhumanly large size as he rewarded her confession with the resumption of his thrusting, rocking her back and forth in her bonds harder and faster as he too began breathing more intently from his efforts. "And WHY..." he grunted, "Does it belong to me?"

It took a few moments for Stiletto to answer, as she was now moaning like the porn star she had been turned into. When she did though, she could only reply, "B-Because... you're the Assmaster. YOU'RE THE ASSMASTER!"

"And what... have I done?" Assmaster growled through gritted teeth.

He was close. They both knew it.

But Stiletto was closer.

"You've mastered.... m-my... aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHSS!"

Stiletto screamed as a third orgasm ripped through her, the intensity so hard that spots appeared before her eyes.

"You're! Damn! RIGHT!" Assmaster shouted, each word emphasized by a deep, hard thrust before he hilted himself inside of her once more and his member began to throb and pulse, his hot seed shooting deep inside of her.

Somehow, the feeling of his cum splashing inside of her hit just the right place and Stiletto's scream died out as her eyes widen as far as possible, a fourth orgasm somehow hitting her before the third had completely faded. It was too much for her mind to take and she slumped into her bonds as darkness claimed her once again.

Assmaster, for his part, finished depositing his load, pulling almost out so that his last spurt could dribble out as he popped free. This gave the hovering camera a very nice cream pie shot and as he tucked his manhood back into his pants he turned back to the applauding crowd and said, "A well fucked ass is a work of art, isn't it?"

He then pulled a black marker out of his trench coat's pocket and uncapped it. He then proceeded to write "ASS" on the base of Stiletto's spine and then, on her left butt cheek he wrote "MAST" and then on the right one wrote "ERED". He then stepped back, grinning as the camera got a good shot of his "ASS MASTERED" signature, broken up by Stiletto's hole that was still gaping from Assmaster's cock. "And an artist always signs his work."

Out in the crowd, Morwen let out a deep breath. The show was ending. Once the crowd dispersed, she was going to help get Stiletto home. Then check to see what kind of damage this defeat may have done to her image. She was pretty sure pictures of her friend's signed ass were going to spread like wildfire... but there could be ways to turn that to their advantage for future hunts.

Also, she was SO going to download the eventual video files of this event for her own personal uses.