Kira’s Quest

By Jason Pinaster

Kira was chasing a thief. The only thing she knew about the thief was that he or she would, when excited, shout ‘Eee-O-Wow’.

Kira had learned that wrestling was the best way to get the thief excited. Wrestling would warm up her target and get his or her blood pumping furiously. After that, making her target scream would be a piece of cake.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Aug 31, 2022
• ISBN: 9780463642320

Jason Pinaster

If you would like to be on my mailing list, please click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. You will receive prompt notification of my new publications and special offers.I have heard say that the first obligation of a writer is to entertain. If so, the first obligation of a writer of erotica is to arouse and I hope you feel that I have succeeded.I believe that story sets the scene. A story lets the reader start to care for the characters in it. And if the reader cares about the characters, it is easier for him or her to identify with their arousal, to let that arousal tingle the reader’s own skin.Christopher Carter is a lawyer who’s into BDSM and other hijinks, most of them sexual. His stories feature a little fun, lots of sex, a little adventure, and Carter's special brand of justice. Lusty Lee was a private investigator whose nemesis forced her to pursue him through a new kink in each episode. The Mistress Megan stories take her through her development as a dominatrix during which she must satisfy their every fetish.While my current focus is on stories featuring (in order of frequency) erotic combat, wet and messy, action-adventure and tickling, I’m open to anything which turns me (and hopefully you) on. I dabble in sex games and BDSM. I have published two novellas set in Hedonism II, the notorious Jamaican resort and even one featuring a sentient sex robot.At present, I’m developing a Patreon page showcasing erotic combat vignettes: www.patreon.com/JasonPinasterPlease feel free to contact me at [e-mail] And don’t forget to click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. Cheers!

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Kira’s Quest © 2022 Jason Pinaster

Some of Jason Pinaster’s Other Erotic Combat Stories:

Oya

Nitro Nancy

Dodge Ball

Motivating Larry

Jobber Girl

Grapevine Agony

Belly Punched

Lusting After Larry

Time to Submit?

Fi vs Riley

Payoff

Grapevine Squeeze

Tickle Time

Willpower

Max Comes Back

Time to Pay the Piper

Jobber Flip

The Gambler

Jason Pinaster has published numerous other stories. His favorite themes center around erotic wrestling, tickling, wet & messy, and BDSM. For a full list of his stories, please see his author profile or the notes at the back of this story.

This story is copyrighted by Jason Pinaster 2022 and all rights are reserved. It is a work of fiction; the characters are not you. The Back Notes at the end of the story contain cover notes and credits but I’d like to voice special thanks to SleeperKidsWorld. The Back Notes also contain other information about Jason Pinaster and other books and stories he has written as well as acknowledgements and Author’s Notes relative to the story.

Kira’s Quest

Sandy had jumped on my back before I’d finished my pre-fight stretch. If we’d had a referee, I would have complained about her flagrant breach of the rules, maybe even complained about her lack of sportsmanship. But the two of us were alone in the gym; if I was going to escape, I would have to do it all by myself.

She snuck her left arm under my chin and pressed my head forward with her other hand. A moment later, her left hand joined her other arm and the rear naked choke was sunk in deep. Falling backwards was too risky so I dropped to my knees as I tried to pry her arms loose. Then I slowly slid sideways. Not only had I not been able to pry her arms loose, but now her legs were wrapped around my torso.

I let go of the arms around my neck and loosened her ankles. Sandy should have ignored this but instead she let go of my neck and leaned back to increase the leverage around my waist. I turned towards her and we rolled over the mats, first me on top, then her, each of us trying to find a stable position on top of the other. Our hair—hers black, mine red—jumbled together.

Sandy belonged to the fetish wrestling group which I had infiltrated as part of an undercover operation to recover a flash drive containing our client’s trade secrets. Our investigation had disclosed that the thief was part of the wrestling group but we were unable to further narrow down his or her identity.

My status as a collegiate wrestling champion had made the group eager to accept me into their ranks. Now all I had to do was keep wrestling its members until I discovered who the thief was.

Sandy had been first up. She was several inches shorter than I was and many pounds lighter. Her dark complexion gave her an air of mystery. Her mystery deepened by dark brown eyes set wide, a long nose, and thin lips. Large breasts atop her skinny frame made her voluptuous. She was wearing an orangey-pink string bikini which barely covered any of her body.

The plan was for me to stay in control by winning as many bouts as possible. But I couldn’t just demolish my opponents; if I did so, word would get around and no one would want to wrestle me. After Sandy, I had my sights set on a blonde woman. Then I’d wrestle one of the two male members of the club—either the short and wimpy white guy or the giant of a black man.

Nevertheless, when I’d formulated the plan to restrain from demolishing my opponents, I hadn’t envisioned letting Sandy get me in a rear naked choke. However I’d escaped that and now had Sandy under me. I slid slightly down her body so that my weight would be pressing down on her chest and hips—

Except Sandy kept sliding and I ended up with my head on her belly and then my neck in between her legs. From the feel of it, she had her right calf behind me and her right knee wrapped over her left foot, and of course my neck in the middle of