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…”

[DropKix]

Yutani’s eyes narrowed, gleaming like molten gold as that defiant little voice rose up, still rising, still daring to tease and taunt even from the depths of agony. Dizzy was bent, her body coiled and stretched across the Shoguness’s knee, her breath coming in ragged, needy gasps. And yet, she spoke. Still, she provoked.

And so The Shoguness’s fingers traced their path with exquisite slowness, brushing over trembling skin… sliding down, lower… lower… until her hand hovered just between Dizzy’s thighs, fingertips directly overtop her rosebud. The touch was featherlight at first, but slowly took on a more commanding presence as she pushed her fingers deeper into the layers of Dizzy's bottoms until the gentle crevice of her pussy could be felt beneath her Kunoichi attire. Yutani watched the younger woman’s body respond, hips rising with an aching need that the Shoguness was all too happy to deny. Her fingers teased along that sensitive space, rubbing her rose petal with slow, circular intrusions while her other hand kneaded Dizzy’s breast with an increasingly firm and possessive grip.

“You see… I have no need to break your spirit.” Yutani whispered, her breath warm against Dizzy’s features. “No… I will make you offer it freely.”

And then, suddenly, Yutani’s touch was gone. The absence was as sharp as a slap. Before Dizzy could react, the Shoguness’s powerful arms wrapped around her waist, those strong hands sliding up and locking at the small of her back. And then, she lifted, effortlessly. Dizzy’s body was drawn upward, her back arching as Yutani rose to her full height. The younger woman’s feet dangled, her form pressed flush against the Shoguness’s broad, powerful frame, trapped, contained, and entirely at her mercy. The heat between them was palpable, every quiver and twitch of Dizzy’s body felt against Yutani’s own. And the Shoguness only tightened her hold, the bear hug becoming a slow, merciless constriction, pressing their bodies closer still.

“Is this not what you crave, Desdemona? I can sense it in you” Yutani purred, her voice a molten caress. “To be held… controlled… owned?”

The Shoguness’s grip tightened, and the pressure built almost enough to crush the feisty wrestler, to remind Dizzy that her body would soon enough belong to Yutani. And as she felt the younger woman’s breath quicken, their chests rising and falling in tandem, Yutani lowered her head, her lips brushing against the curve of Dizzy’s jaw, trailing upward with infuriating slowness. “Let us see how long your spirit endures, hm?”

She didn’t wait for an answer.

The Shoguness’s lips claimed hers. The kiss was a conquest, fierce and commanding, a melding of heat and hunger. Yutani’s lips parted, tongue tangling into Dizzy’s mouth and laying claim to the wet vesicle within. The exuberant taste of the Italian's breath flooded Yutani's senses, spurring the Shoguness to probe deeper, to kiss wantonly, to squeeze harder and beckon the embers of her opponent's youthful lust into a raging inferno. All the while her arms continued their slow, crushing embrace, their bodies pressed so tightly together that there was no room for doubt, no space for resistance.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy was kind of torn by all this.

On one hand, she wanted just to lay back and let the Shoguness have her way, let her ravage her and rip her apart and do all the dangerous, destructive things she kept threatening to do. This woman knew her way around the female body, had the sort of experience that few in the hentai division could match, and unlike most, she had the power to back it up. This was the sort of woman Dizzy was made for, the kind who could toss her around all day without a single complaint.

On the other hand, she didn't want this to end too early. As Yutani’s hand worked its magic between her thighs, that was becoming a serious concern. Ever touch was more electric than the last, as she gradually worked the pace up to a feverish level. Not denying Dizzy, not entirely, but giving her the bare minimum to keep her going, drip-feeding pleasure into her body. But the longer this went on, the closer the dam got to bursting. Dizzy panted and bucked harder, her heart was going to beat out of her chest-

Nothing.

A mewling whine came unbidden from Dizzy’s lips, like a dog whimper when his bone was taken away, but it was quickly interrupted by a yelp as she was jerked upwards. Yutani’s iron arms wrapped around her body, clasped tight, and the Italian’s body was promptly crushed in her grip, her spine collapsing under the oppressive weight. Typically, when something like this happened, her first instinct was to demand her partner squeeze her harder, but here there was no need. Yutani gave her everything. If she had any more to give, there was a real chance she might snap Dizzy in half. While she didn’t want that to happen, the thought it could was enough to set her nerves on fire. It couldn't get any better.

And then, all at once, it did. Dizzy gasped as Yutani’s lips came in, moving so close, and for a second she thought the woman was going to keep her on the edge, only for her to dive in and take her in a way no one had before. With other women she’d kissed, the tiny Italian had enjoyed some measure of control, and oftentimes taken the lead, but with Yutani there was none of that. The woman’s tongue invaded her mouth like an army breaching the castle gates, rushing in, taking everything and crushing all resistance. Any attempt from Dizzy to assert herself was slapped back. It wasn’t her mouth anymore.

The noise Dizzy made into Yutani’s mouth wasn’t something that had any business coming from a human’s throat, definitely not one her size. It was feral, guttural, hungry, deep and wanting. Her arms wrapped tight around the Shoguness’s neck and her legs encircled her waste, pulling her deep into the deadly embrace, so tight that it would be hard to find a sliver of air between them. The kiss was long and hot, so tight that there was a pop from the rushing air when she finally pulled away and whispered, heated words that blew over Yutani’s face.

”To be conquered.” Screw the holding back and foreplay, she wanted this. Needed it. ”Take me.”

[DropKix]

Yutani Oshima’s smirk was slow and dangerous, the kind of smile that promised ruin, the kind that made lesser women shiver. And as Dizzy’s breathless plea spilled from her lips, the Shoguness only tightened her grip, the muscles in her arms flexing around the smaller woman’s body.

The embrace shifted. What had begun as a brutal, suffocating bearhug turned into something even more dangerous. Yutani’s grip slid lower, her arms coiling around Dizzy’s waist as the smaller woman’s body arched and writhed against her. The feeling of their forms pressed so close, heat against heat, only seemed to fuel the Shoguness’s sadistic pleasure. And then, with effortless strength, Yutani lifted her higher.

Dizzy’s legs still dangled beneath her waist, her arms trapped beneath the Shoguness’s grip, making it crystal clear that Yutani was the one in control. Always in control. She adjusted their positions with brutal ease, her power on full display as she hoisted Dizzy up like she weighed nothing at all. Then, and only then would Yutani drop.

The body slam hit like a thunderclap. The impact exploded through the canvas as Dizzy’s body crashed down, driven into the mat with Yutani’s full, towering weight bearing down on her. The smaller woman’s back would be forced to bear the sheer force of it, a sharp, broken thing shuddered beneath the Shoguness’s dominance. Even as the shock rippled through Dizzy’s frame, the Shoguness followed her down, her body crushing into the smaller woman’s, pinning her with both power and heat. And before Dizzy could even think of slithering away, Yutani’s legs spread wide, her powerful thighs sliding around her opponent’s, until their bodies were entwined in a perfect, merciless grapevine pin.

“Do not fight it,” Yutani whispered, her voice a velvet blade, as her ankles hooked around Dizzy’s. Slowly, agonizingly, she began to stretch her out, spreading the smaller woman’s legs wide, until there was nowhere to run, no chance of escape. “It will only hurt more if you do.”

And then the real torture began.

Yutani’s hips began to move — a slow, sinful grind, her body undulating with perfect, measured control as she rolled against Dizzy’s form. Every shift of her weight, every press of her curves, was designed to tease and torment, her heat smothering the smaller woman in ways both violent and intimate. Her hands found Dizzy’s wrists, pinning them hard above her head, her fingers curling tight around slender wrists. And with each movement, each slow, sinuous thrust, Yutani’s breasts hovered closer to her opponent's nose, her bosom brushing against her skin, her breath a whisper of fire.

“Beg,” she commanded, her voice both sultry and cruel, her body never stopping its relentless grind. “Show me how much you want your ruin.”

[BlackAkuma]

The closest thing Dizzy could compare it to was being on a roller coaster. She hated them, but the few times her mother had managed to drag her on one, she could recall the feeling of impending dread as the cart made its way up the hill. The slow creaking of metal and the rickety clatter of wood, that tension that built up with every foot as the peak grew closer and the ground grew further away. The baited breath, the anticipation, building until…

The plunge.

It was like that as Yutani lifted her, and hoisted with the sort of absurd ease Dizzy had only experienced with her mother. But this grip was nothing like that one. There was no tenderness here, no mercy. The Shoguness commanded time to stop for an instant, and at the zenith of her ascent, it was felt like she was on the highest peak in the world.

And then she was falling and falling fast. Dizzy shrieked as the world turned into a blur, then came to sudden stop when her back collided with the ring, a shattering impact that made the entire room quiver. The blow seemed to run through her entirely, leaving every bone tingling, and her body instinctively tried to push up only for Yutani to force it flat again. She laid there, utterly wrecked her mouth agape and eyes widened, as the older woman - this domineering, destructive beast of a wrestler - spread her legs out.

It wasn’t necessary. In truth, Yutani probably could’ve held Dizzy down with a finger, and not even her strongest one. But this wasn’t a woman who was interested in half-measures. Nothing less than total domination was acceptable.

Though Dizzy was told not to fight, that was one command she couldn't follow, her body acting on its own as the Yutani ground against her. The promise of more pain wasn’t a hollow one, either. Every struggle was meet with hardened offense, every rebellion was quashed. With Yutani’s body all over her, she could appreciate every muscle this woman had to offer. Her body was steel - unyielding, unbending, hammering her like an anvil. Dizzy was powerless. An ant struggled beneath the boot.

In other words, she was in heaven. ”Oh, maledetto dio!”She closed her eyes and cried out as Yutani worked her into putty, forcing her back to her native tongue, with mutterings that devolved into a mix of Japanese and English. ”Please, please, take me! Break me!” Her head shot up and snapped out, desperate for another kiss, to get lips on a single inch of this woman’s skin. ”I want you, Yutani-dono, Yutani-sama. I’m yours, I’ll do anything you ask, just please, please, pleasepleaseplease…”

Her voice trailed off into gibberish as her hips thrust upwards, enhancing the pleasure as much as she was allowed. She could already feeling the oncoming storm between her legs, but she held on for the moment and did her best to deny it, wanting to ride this wave for as long as she could.

[DropKix]

Yutani loomed above Dizzy like a conquering queen — no, like a goddess, draped in gold and shadow, every inch of her presence radiating strength and authority. The sound of Dizzy’s pleading washed over her like a hymn, sweet and desperate, but Yutani was not one to be moved by supplication. No. She was a woman who took.

"Your pleas… they amuse me. But I do not take weaklings at their word. If you would offer yourself to me…" She shifted, her body grinding even deeper in order to to elicit a stronger reaction from the sexfighter, her hands capturing Dizzy’s wrists and pinning them above her head. "…then prove your worth."

With a sudden surge of power, Yutani pushed up just enough to break the suffocating closeness — and then slammed her weight down again, the impact rippling through Dizzy’s frame. As Yutani descended, she would make sure to adjust her stance by just a few inches, aiming for her thigh to land directly overtop Dizzy's prone pussy. The ring beneath them shuddered. Yutani’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she held her captive down, watching every reaction, every struggle.

Her body pressed down in the grapevine, her powerful legs stretching Dizzy’s limbs to their limits, locking her down with inescapable force. Each movement was deliberate, slow and methodical, as if Yutani were savoring every second of this control. She adjusted her weight with devastating precision, her toned frame sinking deeper into her opponent, pinning her to the mat like a butterfly on display.

She thrust back and forth, rubbing the smooth skin of her thigh between Dizzy's leg, the rest of her body gliding with force against the young Italian's battered form. Yutani's much larger breasts collided into the girl's perky tits, enveloping the weaker orbs beneath the mighty mounds of the Shoguness. Each time Yutani's thrust brought herself upwards, she'd lean down to plant a kiss on Dizzy's features before sliding back down again and repeating the undulation. Her lips, her nose, her cheeks, no delicacy was left unsavored as Yutani rose and fell, rubbing, and grinding her heavenly body against that of the lusty lightweight.

Her thighs dug deeper into Dizzy's pussy, the chiseled limbs prying open Dizzy's legs and grating away the delicate flower that lay underneath. Yutani could already feel her skin begin to dampen, moist with prescient fluids leaking from the young wrestler's womanhood