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Total Domination	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 27541 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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"You're missing out, you know," she heard the voice as the door slid shut behind her.

Ash turned to see a hulking, purple-skinned asari leaning against a wall, burly arms crossed as she stared at Ashley. Something in the look the alien was giving her gave Ash the chills.

"What is it I'm missing out on?" Ash asked, sensing motion behind her. Another asari, smaller than the first but with a lean musculature, was stepping up behind her.

"I know what you're thinking. That you're going to win this whole thing clean, be better than all the rest of us and not lower yourself to our level," said the first asari. Pushing off the wall, she prowled toward Ash. "I've seen it before, and it just breaks my heart to think about how you're missing out on all the enjoyment of this event."

The asari stood almost five inches taller than Ash, but Ash didn't flinch as she came closer. "Don't really think I would enjoy it. Not into women."

This gave the asari a laugh. "It's not about what gets you off, Isis. It's about the fear. When I get someone in a fight, someone like you, you're not just thinking about how humiliating it's going to be to lose. You're thinking about what I'm going to do to you when I've won."

The asari beckoned to her partner, who moved around Ashley and handed the first asari a gigantic strap-on. "You see this?" the first asari asked. "Had it custom-made with the winnings from my last championship. I stick this thing in a tight little cunt like yours, the electronics inside will interface directly with your nervous system. Give you the most intense, and most painful, orgasms you've ever had in your life. Last woman I used it on, I heard she still hasn't come out of her coma. Must be some nice dreams she's having."

She stepped up in front of Ash, bringing the dildo head up to Ash's face. Ash let out a disgusted groan as she reared away.

"Every year, I pick one special competitor to use my little toy on," the asari's voice was low and threatening. "And you know what, Isis? I think your puckered little asshole is just dying to take a ride on my cock, here."

"You think you got what it takes?" Ash loudly declared, getting irate to cover up the nervousness she was feeling. "Go sign us up with the fight coordinator and put your money where your mouth is."

The women around them stopped their conversations and exercise and whirled to stare. The sudden quiet that fell gave Ash the chills.

The large asari gave a deep, taunting laugh. "Confidence. I can respect that. But no, I won't face you just yet. Out of respect for the skill I saw out there, I'm going to give you a chance I've never given another competitor before."

She pointed toward one of the other fighters, a wiry-looking human with a long, braided ponytail and a respectable muscle mass. "That's Gladiator. She's a first-timer, like you. I told her to go ahead and sign herself up for a match against you. Do yourself a favor, Isis... take a dive. I made Gladiator promise that she'd be gentle with you when she takes your ass. Make it feel good for you. Not like I will."

Ash glared up at the asari. "Thanks for the generous offer, but I think I'd rather kick both your asses instead."

Her rival laughed her bravado off. "All the fighting areas are occupied for at least twenty minutes, so you have some time to reconsider before you go up against Gladiator. Just know that if you walk out of that arena a winner, things are going to get much harder." She looked over Ash's shoulder and scowled. "For you and your pretty little partner."

"Picking on the new meat already, Behemoth?" said a voice behind Ash. Rhia approached from the side, laying an arm across Ash's shoulders. "Shouldn't you go after somebody a little more experienced?"

The large asari, Behemoth, stared at Rhia like a half-eaten cockroach in her meal. "Someone like you, Crusher?" she derisively asked. "Pathetic as always. Go tell your human friend what she's up against taking on me. Tell her all about the last time you and I faced off. Maybe then she'll see reason and walk away from this."

Rhia ushered Ashley away, moving to a vacant area of the room near the weight-lifting equipment. "By the Goddess, do you know who that was you were picking a fight with?"

Ashley shrugged. "Some cocky bitch, I wasn't introduced."

"That's Behemoth," Rhia said, her voice low and nervous. "Total Domination champion four out of the last five years. Only reason it wasn't all five was she got disqualified for excessive brutality two years ago."

"Well, every streak has to get broken eventually," Ash said confidently.

Rhia sat down on a weight bench, watching Behemoth conversing with her partner on the other side of the room. "I can't believe... she was trying to scare you off."

"Well, she can try all she wants. I don't scare easy," Ashley said.

"No, you don't get it," Rhia said, keeping her voice low. "Behemoth loves to take down competitors like you. Women who try to win 'clean' and skip all the groping and screwing. For her to try and get you to drop out... she must think you have a chance of beating her."

Ash glanced over at Behemoth. The asari was staring over at her, looking confident. She definitely had a strength advantage over Ash, that was without question. But strength wasn't everything in a fight, and Ash had a feeling Behemoth knew it. Turning back to Rhia, Ash grinned confidently. "I'm gonna win this."

Rhia shook her head. "Not the way you were fighting out there. Look, if you're going to do this, you have to do it all the way. You keep going around acting like you're better than this, and all you're doing is painting a target on your head for people like Behemoth. You need to start going for Style Points."

"Dammit, I'm not... into women," Ash protested.

"It's not about what you're into. You got lucky with your first opponent, but..."

Ash scoffed. "Luck? That was skill out there."

"Regardless, not every opponent is going to be as easy as that. And Style Points rack up much faster than Control Points. If you keep going for nothing but holds, all it'll take is for one opponent to get in a few good gropes and licks, and all the Control Points in the world won't keep you from losing."

Just the thought of rubbing another woman's breasts, putting her hand down between her legs, made Ashley feel sick. Rhia saw the look and grabbed Ash by the shoulder. "Just think of it this way. If you don't, and you lose, there won't be any opponent in this arena who wouldn't spend every ten minutes of their Total Domination time making you do every depraved act they can think of. You get a reputation around here as being stuck-up, they're going to be lining up to drag you down into the gutter with them. So please, if you want to beat Behemoth and win this championship, forget about how distasteful you find it, and go for Style Points, okay?"

Ash still looked nervous, but finally nodded. "If it becomes necessary, if I have to... I'll do it."

"And I know you're going to argue with me, but you really need to use your Total Domination time. It's not just about your own pleasure. It's about showing everybody else in this tournament just what's in store for them if they lose against you."

"I think I can intimidate them just fine without the threat of a dildo up the ass," Ash responded. When Rhia refuses to break her stare, Ash finally relented. "But I'll think about it."

Rhia still looked anxious, but finally looked away. She was quiet for a long time after that, and when she spoke again, her voice was filled with melancholy. "This scar?" Rhia said, running her fingers across the deep, faded gash on her cheek. "Behemoth gave it to me. Her and that partner of hers, Apocalypse. I came into this just like you, thinking I could win without Style Points, without demeaning myself. But Behemoth showed me how foolish I was. After she... fucked me, Apocalypse slipped her a knife, and she carved this into my cheek."

"Two years ago," Ash said, understanding. "The year she was disqualified."

"She got interviewed afterward, and they asked her why she sacrificed her spot in the tournament to... do this. She said, 'It was worth getting disqualified, to teach that stuck-up bitch that I was better than her, and give her an eternal reminder that I always will be.'"

Rhia stared at Ash with hardened eyes. "And after that, I promised myself I'd come back next year, and the year after that, as long as it took until I could finally take Behemoth down. Last year, I didn't make it, but I was positive I could take down Behemoth this year. But our bosses have other ideas, it seems."

Ash saw the anger in Rhia's eyes, and behind it the pain. She sat down next to Rhia and gave her a pat on the shoulder. "Look, what I said earlier... I'm sorry. This had just been so crazy, being hit with all of this at once."

Rhia gave her a smile, but the sadness in her eyes remained. "Just promise me something, okay? If you go up against Behemoth, and you win, you take that custom dildo of hers and cram it right up her ass."

Ash gave her a smile. "You've got a deal, Crusher."

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While the two of them stretched and prepared themselves for the fights to come, Ash chatted with her asari partner. When she wasn't beating up on and fondling other women, Rhia had been a gun for hire. "It's not what you think," Rhia assured Ash. "I tried to stick to colony protection, bodyguard work. I didn't take any jobs I didn't feel good about, you know?" It was this attitude that had first drawn the attention of Liara T'Soni, who had hired her on as one of her full-time associates.

"Don't get me wrong: I can get my hands dirty when I need to," Rhia said. "And working for Liara, I've had to spill a little blood here and there. But compared to some of the other information brokers out there, I lucked out and found somebody at least somewhat decent."

It had been a while since she'd last seen Liara, and Ash found it hard to reconcile the stories Rhia told her about the jobs Liara had given her, with the shrinking violet who'd stepped onto the Normandy years ago.

After a few minutes with the mercenary, Ash started to wish she had met Rhia under less crazy circumstances. She had seen a lot of adventure in 250 years, and had a way of telling a story that made you feel like you were experiencing it with her. After this was all over, she'd definitely have to buy this woman a drink.

Rhia was just about to finish her tale of adventure involving a case of illegal narcotics, two easily distracted vorcha, and a generous dose of high explosives, when the announcement came over the PA.

"Isis and Gladiator, please take your positions at room #3. Isis and Gladiator, fight to begin shortly."

"Well, that's me," Ash gave her calves one last stretch before starting to leave.

"Wait," Rhia called out. "Your cheek."

In all their talking, Ash had forgotten that Annihilator had dug her nails into Ash's face. Rushing up to Ash, Rhia grabbed a nearby medi-gel applicator. She squeezed out a few drops of the healing substance onto Ash's face, and rubbed it gently into her light wound.

"Good luck out there," Rhia said with a slight smile. "Remember what I told you. Do whatever it takes to win."

Ash gave her a nod, even as she silently prayed that it wouldn't be necessary.

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