The Education of Desdemona Belti - Part 3: Yutani Oshima

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy should probably shut up. She knew it. Realized it. Acknowledged it.

And still, she talked.

Running her mouth a little too long had gotten her into more than a few scrapes in her lifetime, and she could never quite shake the habit. Call it overcompensation, letting her big mouth make up for her small body. The same attitude that attracted her lovers could, occasionally, piss others right the fuck off, and this was one of those times - goading on a woman who seemed determined to break her in half for some craziness her mother did back when dinosaurs roamed the Earth.

She gritted her teeth as the woman gripped her hair, forcing her to stare up into her devastatingly beautiful face. For a moment, Dizzy tried to read her, get some sense of the emotions hiding behind Yutani’s impenetrable walls. There was anger there, obviously, but she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more, something deeper. Jealousy? Embarrassment? Or maybe…

”-oh, fuck.”

Dizzy’s train of thought derailed the moment she felt Yutani’s fingers slipping into pussy, invading her nethers with a brutal rudeness that took her off guard. Her body stiffened, toes curled, and a low moan rolled through her body as the older woman went to work. She could make out what her opponent was saying through the haze, and she opened her mouth to reply, but the words caught her in throat, interrupted by gasps before they could even properly form. ”You, you dont-”

Faster, further, faster, Yutani bent her over, nearly inverted her body as she reached a fever pitch, each thrust deeper than the last, filling Dizzy with a maddening pleasure. She tried to fight it for a few seconds, not wanting to give in, but resisting pleasure was never going to be her strong suit. Soon enough, the Shoguness would get exactly what she demanded: Squeals. Long, drawn, high-pitched squeals, as Dizzy trembled and shook and squirmed in her grasp.

”Oh, god!” She swore, she could hear her spine cracking. ”I’m going to, I’m going to-”

Come. And come. And come. Dizzy jerked about on Yutani’s knee, going into a fierce spasm as the juices flowed and a regal pleasure pleasure ran through her. Muscles tensed, her heartbeat quickened, and her entire body went taut for a glorious second…then nothing. Her arms flopped to the side, lifeless and listless as she laid across Yutani’s knee. ”Yes…yes, oh…thank you, Yutani-sama.”

[DropKix]

Yutani’s lips curved faintly as sweet Italian nectar gushed freely from between her rival's pussy, a whisper of surrender tangled with pleasure-racked delirium seeping from her lips. The Shoguness did not move right away. She let the moment linger, savoring the sight of the young woman sprawled across her knee like a conquered prize, chest heaving against the cruel arch of her back. For Yutani, there was no sound sweeter than the trembling gratitude of a beaten foe.

Slowly, her fingers slid out from Dizzy’s violated womanhood, fingtertips squelching and gleaming in a final scraping caress before pulling away. Her other hand slipped free from Dizzy’s hair only to grip the girl by the jaw instead, tilting her head so she could study the glassy defiance in her eyes.

“Thank me?” Yutani repeated, her voice a velvet snarl. “No, child. You will prove your thanks.”

With that, she rose. Dizzy’s body slid from her knee and hit the mat in a graceless heap, a fallen offering at the Empress’s feet. Yutani loomed over her a moment, one hand pressed to her lower back as if adjusting her posture after bending so low for so long. She stooped again, seizing Dizzy by the wrist and dragged her lifeless body mercilessly across the ring. Dizzy’s body left streaks of cum across the canvas as Yutani pulled her toward the ropes, the Shoguness’s every movement evocative, regal, and unhurried. Her focus was singular: the throne that awaited beyond the ring.

With one final tug, Yutani hauled Dizzy beneath the bottom rope and let her drop to the floor, her head narrowly missing the apron’s edge. Then she stooped again, gathering a fistful of hair to raise her opponent’s head just high enough that the girl was forced to stumble along at her pace. Every step toward the throne was an act of ritual, a processional march with Dizzy dragged along as her unwilling supplicant.

The throne itself loomed like an idol, lacquered wood and velvet cushions gleaming under the dojo lights. Yutani released Dizzy at its base, watching her crumple into a heap. Her hand extended forward, a singular finger pointing towards the cushioned seat of the throne, equally ripe for both Dizzy's head and Yutani's ass in unison.

“Crawl,” she commanded, her voice low and resonant, carrying across the hush of the dojo. Her foot lashed forward, her heel striking squarely into Dizzy's petite ass in order to spur her forward. “Place yourself where you belong, girl… and offer your submission to me”

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy was of two minds about all this—two voices, with competing concerns.

There was the quieter, more concerned voice that was thinking about Yutani’s connection with her mother, and what that all entailed. The woman wasn’t going into many specifics, but, as near as she could fathom, the Shoguness and La Donna Perfecta had gone to war at some point in the distant past, and they still had issues to sort out. Or, at least, Yutani did.

The louder, less concerned voice, however, was focused on more immediate, pressing matters, like the fingers that were currently in her pussy, the back she was bent across, and the ravenous, raging woman who had turned her entire body into jelly. She couldn't recall the last time she’d been fingerfucked like that, with such thorough domination, such electric sensations.

She was a melted mess, and when Yutani finally released her, all she could do was flop to the canvas in a heap. Dizzy breathed heavy and let out the occasional moan as she was dragged along the canvas and to the edge of the ring.

Dizzy had recovered enough energy to land on her feet by the time she was rolled out of the ring, but standing up would’ve been quite a task, and she wasn’t given the chance to attempt. Strong, steely fingers gripped her scalp and tugged her along, pulling her along with stumbling feet until they neared the throne. Yutani gave orders, and her words made Dizzy quiver, but they weren’t necessary. She knew what to do. She knew where to be. ”Yes, Yutani-sama.”

She squeaked at the kick to her backside, a mewling and mousey noise, before scuttled along the floor and made her to the throne. Dizzy turned up, faced the ceiling, and closed her eyes as she laid her head on the soft surface. The cushions on the seat gave way to fit her head, creating a comfortable surface for her skull to rest on, designed for their obvious purpose.

Good. She suspected her head was going to be there for a while.

[DropKix]

The path to the throne was a long and reverent one, the spectacle turning from mere violence into ceremony. Dizzy’s body collapsed at the base of the dais, quivering and mewling like an offering delivered unto its goddess. Yutani lingered a moment, looming over her prize, one hand resting upon the lacquered armrest of the seat as she admired the pathetic sprawl of the fallen.

“Yes… exactly where you belong.”

With a regal pivot, Yutani lowered herself onto the throne, the gentle curves of her ass cascading like shadows over the cushions. Her every movement was heavy with ceremony, a queen settling into her rightful seat.

And then she made Dizzy part of that seat.

Her weight pressed down with slow inevitability, her throne becoming whole only when Dizzy’s face was nestled beneath her plump, curvaceous asscheeks, the soft cushions cradling the back of the girl’s head while Yutani’s body completed the cruel architecture. She adjusted, settled, ground herself into Dizzy's face until her dominance was made absolute, until the young one’s submission wasn’t just spoken, but carved into every crack and crevice of her regal rump.

She sat not as a wrestler who had won, but as an empress enthroned, draped in the spoils of conquest. One hand lifted lazily, her fingers curling beneath her own chin, thumb at her lips as she tasted the remnants of Dizzy's sweet secretions. The other hand, resting along the throne’s arm, gave a single dismissive wave, as if to swat away any thought that Dizzy had ever been more than this, an ornament at her feet, a headrest for her victory.

“For all her faults, your mother fought me with pride. With fire. With a warrior’s heart.” Her voice dripped venom as she leaned forward slightly, ensuring the words fell where Dizzy could hear them, muffled though they might be. “You give me none of that. Only whimpers. Only surrender. Remember this, girl, you are a stain on what is already a pathetic bloodline.”

Her hips shifted, pressing her authority deeper, her throne creaking under the weight of both flesh and pride. She exhaled, a slow, satisfied sigh, as if to mark her territory once and for all as she grinded Dizzy's features deeper into her ass, rocking back and forth so that Dizzy's nose and mouth would serve to satisfy her imperial pussy as well.

The throne of the Shoguness was not carved of wood and gold. It was flesh. It was obedience. It was submission incarnate.

[BlackAkuma]

It was the anticipation that made it so much better.

It was why Dizzy closed her eyes, even though she didn’t have to. The match was effectively over at this point - yes, she could’ve mustered some kind of escape if she tried, but Yutani would just catch her and drag her back, likely with more pain in the process. Why expend needless energy, especially when she was about to get everything she could’ve wanted?

She felt the heat before anything. The room was fairly cool, a little below typical room temperature, and it made the warmth of Yutani’s skin radiate like a furnace, flowing over her face in waves.

Then there was the smell. The scent of Yutani’s orgasm still hung thick in the air, mixing with the salty taste of sweat and skin to create a heady bouquet. It worked its way into her nostrils, as with anything involving Yutani, dominated it.

So many women would’ve simply plopped down on Dizzy’s face and been done with it. She wouldn’t have minded that, really, but the devilish little Italian had to respect Yutani’s patience, how she kept the regal air even as she partook in such a lewd act. Her moans echoed through the Shoguness’ body as she settled on her features, as she wriggled about and created a perfect seal. No air. No light. Barely any sound, save the distant rumblings of Yutani’s voice, denigrating her with every word and solidifying her control.

It felt good. It felt right. Of all the asses that had sat on Dizzy’s face - and there were so many - she could say this was one of the best. Maybe the top spot.

Dizzy writhed underneath Yutani. Not struggling, that would be futile, but her body was overtaken by the sensual moment. Her hands came up without thinking and dared to roam over the woman’s thighs, lovingly caressing them, as if she were touching sacred artifacts. A form of reverence and worship, and it wasn’t the only example.

As Yutani pressed down against her face, Dizzy’s tongue shot out to meet, her searching for her pussy once more. Her licks were frantic and hungry, as she tried to please the Shoguness as much as possible. An act of supplication, begging for mercy? Maybe. All she knew was that it seemed right, and that she wanted to taste as much of this woman as she could, that she needed to please her.

And so she did, even as her consciousness began to fade and her spasms weakened, even as the darkness set in…