The Education of Desdemona Belti - Part 3: Yutani Oshima

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy might not have known much about Yutani personally, but even with her three or so minutes of experience, she already knew what type of woman she was. So regal, so poised. The kind of woman who demanded control, who drew eyes whenever she walked into a room.

In other words, the kind of woman Dizzy loved to break.

She’d gotten her hands on a few stonefishes in her time, and they were always a fun puzzle to solve. Yutani would try to fight it, try to deny the pleasure Dizzy was giving her, but there were buttons that the tiny Italian could press that would drive her insane. Oh, she didn’t know where to find them, not yet, but she wouldn’t stop until she found and pressed them all. The only question was whether or not Yutani could put her down before that happened.

So far, the answer to that was…iffy. For a sweet, sensual moment, Dizzy was allowed free reign of the Shoguness’ magnificent body, and she took full advantage. Her hand cupped the breast as if she owned it, kneading it in her palms, rubbing it with a possessive squeeze, starting a slow massage, while her other hand went lower and lower and lower, threatening to slip into the shadows of Yutani’s outfit and force out the moans that the older woman was trying to hide.

That sweet, sensual moment passed, however, when Yutani spoke and brought the pleasure parade to an abrupt end. Dizzy gasped as her head was seized, and in the next moment she found herself being pulled forward at high velocity, soaring through the air with a snapmare that she couldn't hope to resist, her body rag-dolled with ease. She was going down, no way around it.

But that didn't mean she had to go alone, did she?

There was a counter to this, one Dizzy knew of but hadn't ever pulled off, and she went for it as Yutani whipped her about. Her free hand came up and tried to grip her foe’s head, as she passed, pulling it tight against her shoulder, trying to turn the move into a…her mother called it an ‘Ace Crusher’, but Alicia just called it a Cutter, so she went with that. Whatever the name, it would have a good chance of catching Yutani off guard if she could pull it off, so she figured she might as well try. Worst case scenario, she messed it up or Yutani just avoided it, and she flopped on her back. Not the end of the world.

[DropKix]

The air shifted. Yutani felt it, that instinct, that whisper of change. Dizzy was fast—too fast—and far too bold for her own good. Even as the Shoguness executed the snapmare with perfect, fluid precision, she caught the flicker of movement out of the corner of her eye. The smaller woman’s hand shot up, fingers grazing the side of Yutani’s head, trying to pull her down, to turn the tide in a single breathtaking counter. Dizzy had already proven herself to be quick with counters and even quicker on her feet, a fact The Shoguness was not eager to let her demonstrate for a second time now. After all, Yutani Oshima was not a woman so easily toppled.

Even as Dizzy’s hand latched on, Yutani’s body moved with ruthless grace. Rather than fight the pull, she embraced it, pivoting on her heel and flowing into the motion. And just before that momentum could twist into a Cutter, Yutani’s arms snapped around Dizzy’s waist like iron bands.

The two women spun, a wicked dance of power and defiance. Yutani’s breath was hot against Dizzy’s neck, the curves of their bodies brushing with dangerous intimacy. The heat between them was undeniable, electric, but Yutani would not be the one to break. No… she would teach this impudent little wench the price of such audacity. “You reach too high, little one…” she whispered into Dizzy's ear as she gripped her small opponent from behind, “Allow me to humble you.”

With a low, predatory growl, Yutani lifted. The muscles in her powerful frame tensed, flexing with an elegant savagery as she hauled Dizzy upward. And then, in a single, breathtaking motion, she sought to drop backward, aiming to drive her opponent’s lithe body down into the mat with a brutal Back Suplex.

But the Shoguness was far from done. No… the lesson had only just begun.

If the suplex landed, Yutani would rise with predatory patience. And her eyes, gleaming with gold and fire, would remain fixed on Dizzy, her smile a wicked promise. “You are… delightful,” she mused, her voice low and dangerous. “But do you truly believe you can conquer a Queen?” And with that subtle warning, Yutani’s body coiled again, this time for the kill. Her arm snapped free from her side, and with the grace of falling steel, she drove it down, aiming to impale Dizzy’s vulnerable midsection with the sheer force of a devastating heavyweight elbow drop!

[BlackAkuma]

It was going to work. Holy shit, it was going to work.

Dizzy felt a thrill rush through her as she successfully latched onto the hold, knowing that it was just a matter of letting gravity take the reigns from here. She’d done well against Yutani so far, far better than she would ever expect to do against a woman two classes above her weight and decades above her experience, so she was riding a high. She was starting to latch onto the idea that she could even score a win here - it seemed impossible, but it wouldn’t be the first time an upset occurred, right? The dice were coming up in her favor.

Right up until the moment they weren’t, of course. That moment happened around the time Yutani’s arms snapped around her body and brought her descent to an abrupt end. A shiver ran through her spine as the woman’s voice echoed in her ear, and she could feel a powerful heartbeat against her back, hammering like a war drum. She was going for a ride.

”Nonononofuck-”

Dizzy reached out as she was lifted, as if her arms might magically grow ten feet longer and reach the ropes, but that sadly did not happen. Instead, she was brought up, over, and came down hard on her back, hitting with an impact that made far more noise than you would expect for a woman her size. She laid there, gritting her teeth and groaning, as Yutani stood and lorded over her.

Despite the pain, she couldn't help a small smile at the compliment - she always loved getting props from sexy older women - but that fleeting smile quickly faded when Yutani brought the hammer down, driving her elbow deep into her stomach. This was the second time in her career that a heavyweight hit her with an elbow drop, and it was a testament to her training that she took it better than the first time…but it still sucked, drove all the wind out of her, and left her gasping.

”That’s the idea, yeah.” Dizzy rolled over to her knees and tried to crawl away as she clutched her battered stomach, hoping to put a little distance between them. ”You’re only a queen until someone knocks you off your throne. And that someone…” She took a deep breath, needing to refill her lungs. ”...is me.”

[DropKix]

Yutani watched her little firebrand writhe with the detached satisfaction of a conqueror surveying the aftermath of her own merciless handiwork. Every quiver of Dizzy’s battered frame, every ragged breath, was a testament to the Shoguness’s dominance. And yet, still, the girl dared. Still, she spoke. Still, she defied. Yutani's lips curled, not into a smile, but something far more dangerous. A promise. Of pain, of pleasure… of a lesson yet to be fully taught. She moved with the languid grace of an Empress, shadowing Dizzy’s desperate crawl with pitiful patience, eyes gleaming with malice as they locked onto her prey. “Have you have not yet learned your place, Desdemona? You are no usurper.”

The distance between them vanished in a single fluid motion. Yutani’s leg snapped forward, her foot burying itself into Dizzy’s midsection with force and finality. The kick rippled through the smaller woman’s frame, and before the air could fully leave her lungs, Yutani was already upon her. Fingers slipped into Dizzy’s dark locks, and there was a terrible intimacy to the gesture, a possessive, measured grip. She tilted Dizzy’s head back, forcing their eyes to meet, and the Shoguness’s gaze was molten, heavy with authority and something darker.

“You are merely my entertainment.”

With a sudden, fluid burst of strength, Yutani’s arm snaked around Dizzy’s waist from behind, her other hand tracing down the younger woman’s thigh before hooking behind her knee. In one smooth motion, she lifted — pulling Dizzy’s leg up and forcing her body to arch backward, the smaller woman’s form stretched and displayed against the Shoguness’s imposing frame. If the younger wrestler was as skilled her bravado suggested, then surely she would know what was coming: A Single Leg Backbreaker.

But Yutani didn’t drop her opponent immediately. No, she held her there, suspended in the air, their bodies pressed together in a heated, tantalizing closeness. The curve of Dizzy’s back arched against Yutani’s broad shoulder, her leg bent and trapped, her balance entirely in the Shoguness’s hands. “You’ve been bold…” Yutani purred, her breath warm against Dizzy’s ear. “But there is a price for such audacity.”

And then, at last, she dropped.

Yutani’s knee rose, aimed such that Dizzy’s body came crashing down across it. If it succeeded, the smaller woman’s back would be bent viciously over the Shoguness’s leg, but Yutani wouldn't release her just yet. No, she kept her there, pinned across her knee like a trophy, one hand rubbing tenderly between Dizzy’s thighs, the other resting eagerly over her breast, fingers tightening with possessive intent as Yutani began to tighten the reigns of her sensual authority.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy was a masochist, through and through, but that didn’t necessarily mean she just liked getting beat up. She’d had that happen to her once in LAW already - a situation where this crazy girl just drilled her into the dirt - and that day, she learned an important lesson about what her limits were. While she loved getting squashed by larger women and thrown around, she preferred that punishment be slow, controlled, and laced with sensuality. She wanted to be dominated, not decimated.

It was a fine line, one that Dizzy would struggle to quantify, but as she writhed in pain from the elbow drop, she determined that Yutani was walking it well. The woman was strong and controlling, and Dizzy could sense the danger dripping from every word she spoke. But it was the sort of danger she craved. The fear she loved. Her body shivered as Yutani closed in, anticipating what this woman would do next, dreaming of how she would make good on her threat.

The suspense wouldn’t last long, either. A stiff kicked bent her in half, forcing Dizzy to cry out, before her hair was seized and the two of them met, eye to eye. Yutani’s pair were brown and gleaming, so close to gold in the room’s dull light. Her gaze was dark, her words darker, and she looked every bit like the conqueror she proclaimed herself to be.

God, Dizzy wanted to kiss her.

Instead, she was hefted up and brought into a familiar position. The Single Leg Backbreaker was one of her mom’s favorites, and her body tensed up in preparation, knowing that Yutani’s version would hurt a good deal more than the soft one she’d often suffered in spars. The drop didn't’ come immediately, however - instead, Yutani kept her close, whispering her ear as their body’s pressed against each other. Warm. Personal. Oddly comforting.

Then she brought her crashing down.

Dizzy was a flexible sort, always had been, but that only helped her so much as her body was bisected along Yutani’s upturned knee. Nearly folded in half, all she could was let out a hoarse, screeching cry, one that was replaced by a low moan when the older woman’s hands went to work. The hand at her breast was more than welcomed, but the one between her thighs was simply divine - without thinking, Dizzy’s hips thrust upward, aching for more of her sinful touch.

Even with all that, though, she couldn't help but run her mouth a little. It wasn’t in her nature not to poke the bear. ”You can break my body, Yutani-dono…” Her hand came up to weakly paw at the woman’s ass, lightly tracing over her perfect skin. ”But not…my spirit…”