Respect And Ctrl Ch 02

In professional wrestling, winning is everything. Wins and losses matter and, sadly, things hadn't been going the way that Kairi Sane, Iyo Sky, and the rest of Raw's Damage CTRL faction had been hoping since WrestleMania, and Iyo's major, heart-breaking loss to Bayley. Or, at least that WAS the case before a change in leadership and direction changed everything, taking the predominantly Joshi-led stable from a beautiful band of losers to, largely, a winning team. And that massive shift came in the most surprising of places. It came from The Pirate Princess herself, practically the biggest loser of the group. Well, not exactly...directly.

Kairi wasn't suddenly the big winner of the group, taking over Raw by brute force. No, sadly, her win-loss record, while better, hadn't improved THAT much. Rather, it was a change in leadership that made all of the difference, all dating back to that special night in September, just under 3 months ago. That night when, after their umpteenth loss for the World Tag Team championships, Kairi decided she'd seen enough, and after enough cocky pushing from The Genius of the Sky, made a shocking revelation that changed the course of their relationship forever. For on that night, Kairi unveiled her massive, thick girlcock, both demanding respect as well as a chance to show that she could lead Damage CTRL out of their funk and back to the top. And sure enough shit, after officially making Iyo her bitch, Kairi Sane did exactly that!

Since that night, Dakota Kai returned, strengthening their numbers back to 3 and once again giving them the edge over almost every single entity in WWE, save for a few. But, King 'Kota's return wasn't the Earth-shattering adjustment the group needed, oh no. That came from the best wrestler in the world herself, Iyo Sky, the former world champion reinvigorated and remotivated to re-reach the mountain top. Not only for her own self-respect, and not just for the good of the group too...but also to make her new Mistress happy.

The formula was very simple: every time Iyo won, Kairi would take her ass and, perhaps more importantly...breed it. If Iyo lost? Yeah...that wasn't happening. And, after that first magical night together, and all of the lewd, vile happenings, The Genius of the Sky was well and truly hooked. She couldn't get enough. She needed to keep winning, not only to keep The Pirate Princess happy, but to keep her own fat, pale Japanese dump truck nice and loose at all times. So, she kept winning and winning and winning, all leading to this very moment.

December, just two hours before "Saturday Night's Main Event" hits the airwaves. Iyo's hot streak had carried her all over the world, even in Saudi Arabia, where she won a battle royal to determine the world champion Liv Morgan's next challenger. Tonight, in just a few short hours, The Genius was gonna get her shot. Her chance to put that talentless, overrated blonde in her place and remind millions all over the world who exactly IS the best wrestler in the world. And, more importantly...earn the mother of all ass fuckings in celebration of her triumphant victory. But, Iyo, Kairi, AND Dakota were all certain that victory was absolute, nobody was immune to pre-match jitters. Not even the greats.

"Seriously, what's wrong, Iyo?" Kairi asked, rubbing Iyo's tense shoulders. "How can you be nervous right now, haha? You're about to go up against the weakest champion this company has seen in over a decade. There's no way you can lose."

Iyo sighed. "I know, I know. Liv can't beat me. But...what about Raquel? What if she gets involved?"

"Oh, don't worry about Raquel. Dakota's taking care of her! Just relax! Get that win, bring that title back to Damage CTRL, and make me happy! Can you do that, bitch?"

Even though their bitch/mistress relationship was a few months old now, and had blossomed greatly since it began, it was still surreal to hear Kairi call her a bitch in public. Sure, they were speaking Japanese, so nobody would get it...besides Dakota. But, thankfully, Dakota was out, enacting the "next step" of Kairi's plan, leaving The Sky Pirates alone in their shared dressing room; Dakota had managed to stay completely obvious to this new relationship of theirs and, for now, Kairi intended to keep it that way.

"Yes, Mistress," Iyo answered back, nodding her head. "Anything for you! It's just...a lot of pressure. Sure, there's like, NO WAY Liv can beat me! But...if she does? Think about it! I'll be absolutely humiliated! My reputation will be destroyed, Mistress Kairi!"

"I know, I know, it's okay," Kairi consoled like a nurturing mother. "But, you shouldn't be worried about 'your reputation' if you lose to Liv, should you, my little Genius of the Thighs?"

Iyo giggled softly. "No, you're right..."

"Exactly. Because I'll be very upset if you don't win that gold. And you know what that means, right, bitch?"

Iyo, as if she was reciting a quotes she's heard thousands of times before, uttered, "Losers don't get their fat asses fucked."

"Good girl!" Kairi beamed. "Now..."

Suddenly, Kairi pulled Iyo's face towards her own, seizing The Genius's lips in a surprisingly passionate embrace given their relationship. But Kairi was full of surprises, wasn't she? The inSANE Superstar seemed to always have something up her sleeve. Just like what came moments after their kiss broke, Kairi then grabbed hold of Iyo's hand and guided it to her crotch. "How about a little pre-match inspo, bitch?"

"H-Here?!" Iyo asked, her eyes widening with shock. "But...what if someone sees?!"

"Nobody's gonna come in here! I locked the door and this is OUR dressing room! We'll be done by the time the show starts, so, no biggie!" Kairi explained.

"But...but what about Dakota?" Iyo argued.

"She's busy dealing with Raquel! She's not even at the arena! Now, stop making excuses, get on your fucking knees and suck my cock, slut! You won't be asked again!"

"Yes, Mistress," Iyo, wearing a thin white-mesh long-sleeved top and tiny leather booty shorts, submitted by dropping to her knees and fondling The Pirate's package. Kairi herself was dressed to impressed, wearing a sexy half-sleeved turquoise sequined top that clung to her surprisingly busty chest, and a similar pair of leather booty shorts that, much like her bitch, Kairi filled out magically, the leather so tight around her rump that it looked as though the famously cute and tiny Pirate Princess was rocking a straight up DUMP TRUCK! And, luckily for Iyo, who usually had the best seat in the house when it came to gawking at that Pirate's booty, those looks weren't deceiving either.

Kairi's booty had certainly grown recently. Maybe it was all of the work she'd been putting in the gym, or perhaps, at 36 years of age, she was begining to rock her "mom bod", even though she wasn't TECHNICALLY a MILF. Or...maybe it was all of the ass-flexing required during the long, arduous hours spent pounding Iyo's ridiculously fat, jiggly booty? In any case, as thick as both of their behinds were, nothing could truly draw attention quite like Kairi's big, fat girlcock!

It's girth, it's heft, it's size...that dick never ceases to amaze The Genius of the Sky, even semi-hard. The second it was in her hands, directly in her line of sight, all of her nerves faded away. Very quickly, she got lost in the zone, quickly slipping way into the early stages of what planned to be the most-elite of blowjobs. First, she brought her nose to that shaft, pathetically sniffing it like the cock-hungry whore Kairi trained her to be, soaking in its musk. It's pungent odor always revved up her engine like no other, moistening her pussy in a rather risky decision considering she'd planned to appear in camera in these clothes; luckily, if any of her pussy juice seeped through and stained the front, she could always just changed into her gear.

As Kairi's cock grew, hardening from Iyo's soft touch, The Genius couldn't help herself and, naturally, brought the head of that shaft to her mouth, wrapping her red lips around it, moaning like a good little bitch immediately. "Ooooh, that's my girl!" Kairi purred, one hand on her hip and the other running through Iyo's silky red and black hair as Sky lowered her mouth down, taking inch after inch into her gullet. Feeling it throb between her lips as her tongue licked it, and curled around the shaft like a snake coiling around its prey.

"Mmmm fuck, such a good bitch!" Kairi praised. "Mmm, you wanna win that belt for me tonight, don't you, Iyo?"

"Mmmmph-yes, Mistress," Iyo confirmed, leaving a strand of spit connecting her bottom lip and Kairi's cock as she paused the performance briefly to confirm, only to suck it back in like a vacuum the moment she was finished. Quickly, she gobbled up everything she had before and then some, working her way to swallowing every inch.

"Yes-ughhhh...fuck yes," Kairi moaned, pushing Iyo's head forward, forcing the last little bit into that throat. "Fuck, take it, whore! Take it! Take it like you're gonna take that belt!" And 'take it' Iyo did, like the fucking champ she was about to become! Kairi began pumping her shockingly wide hips, thrusting that dick into the future champion's mouth and skull-fucking her. Slamming that huge, pulsating girlcock into Iyo's throat and punishing that windpipe with inch after inch of its favorite food.

Iyo coughed, Iyo drooled, but nevertheless, Iyo took everything that Kairi threw at her in-stride until The Pirate Princess allowed The Genius retake control of the oral performance. After several minutes of non-stop skull-fucking, Kairi briefly pushed Iyo away, scrambling to find a chair which, thankfully didn't take long since this was the WWE and there were always shitloads of folding deals laying around everywhere. Kairi set-up the chair and took a seat, pulling her tiny shorts down the rest of the way and beckoning her bitch to continue, an easy challenge to complete for the cock-hungry whore. But, in true "best in the world" fashion, Iyo couldn't simply succeed, no. She needed to outright blow away any and all expectations, pun very much intended.

She arrived at Kairi's knees, pushing them open and staring that cock directly in its lone eye. But, in a shock to The Pirate's system, Iyo pulled her top up, over her head and off, revealing those big, gorgeous Japanese titties encased in a somewhat plain black bra that, thanks to Iyo's juggs, had never looked sexier. So soft, so smooth, so milky, SOOOOO...fucking BIG! God, they seemed to look bigger every time Kairi laid eyes on that pair of beautiful, busty bosoms. And, while they looked magical bulging from that bra, the straps seemingly struggling to hold and the pure, unadulterated Japanese breast meat pouring from those D cups, both Sky Pirates members knew those titties would look even better fully exposed. So, Iyo undid the clasp on the bra, allowing it to fall and letting those fat sweater puppies breathe.

"Holy fuck..." Kairi moaned, instinctively grabbing hold of her cock and slapping Iyo in the face with it. "Naughty, NAUGHTY bitch! Getting those fat fucking tits out for your Mistress? Fuck...so hot!"

"Yeah?" Iyo purred back, playing with her tits as Kairi throbbed and leaked from her. "I'll show you hot!" A bold declaration from one of, if not THE hottest woman in all of WWE, who's mere existence was in and of itself "hot". But, quickly proven as, after taking that cock into her mouth again briefly, giving it a few solid suck and slurps, Iyo spat it out, only to wrap her big titties around that dick and begin to stroke it THAT way.

"Oh my God...oh my fucking godddd," Kairi moaned, the intense warmth of those beautiful boobs encasing her meat, stroking it up and down making it difficult to hang on, even though Kairi was doing everything in her power to do just that. As always, being Iyo's Mistress was difficult, if for no other reason than because The Genius of the Sky was a straight-up sex maniac! A fucking fiend...literally! And while The Pirate Princess did her best to keep up with Iyo's sexual deviance, if for no other reason than to maintain her dominant role, it was extremely difficult, such was usually the case.

Iyo was too much for anyone to handle for too long. Hell, their first night together, The Genius squeezed multiple loads out of her Pirate Mistress, just like she has with every single glorious win! And later tonight, when Iyo returned with the biggest prize in all of WWE, Kairi would likely do the same. But for now, Iyo was about to work out a single load from that shaft, and that would be more than enough to inspire her victory. Squeezing that cock with her big, fat titties, Iyo skillfully wrapped her mouth around Mistress Kairi's throbbing, bulbous head, and just like that, The Pirate Princess could sustain no longer.

"Ahhhhh fuck, here I cuuuuuummmm, here I cuuuuuummmm," Kairi moaned as her cock exploded, the cum churning around in her massive balls shooting out of cockeye like a rocket, Iyo, in an act of desperation to preserve her make-up, gobbling up that dick, sending every single thick, sticky rope of Pirate semen down her throat hole. Essentially, throatpie'ing herself. And Iyo took in stride, like a fucking professional.

By design, the throatpie made clean-up a breeze, meaning once Kairi came down from her high, they were all set and camera ready. Iyo gulped down whatever was left in her mouth before gleefully expressing, "Thank you, Mistress," before showing off her empty, jizz-free mouth.

Kairi patted her head. "Good girl. You're all ready to win now, right?"

"Hell yeah!" Iyo fist pumped. "I'm bringing that title where it belongs! With me, and us! Damage CTRL!"

Kairi smiled as she pulled up her shorts and, importantly, Iyo began to dress in her wrestling gear, a show that The Pirate Princess very much enjoyed as it gave her a view of Iyo's gorgeous, porcelain-esque body from every conceivable angle. Those tits, as established, looking bigger and heavier than ever, that same truth applying to her fat booty as well. Occasionally, Kairi would get a nice little glimpse of the huge buttplug keeping Iyo's asshole nice and loose for their inevitable celebration, something she'd learned to not only wrestle in, but to WIN in, a miraculous feat but nothing too special from the best in the world.

Eventually, Iyo was dressed and set, and by then, it was nearly showtime. A few matches came and went, and thankfully, Iyo never slipped back into that nervous state, even as her entrance music blared, calling her to make her live appearance. The fans welcomed Iyo with open arms, but the same couldn't be said for her opponent, Liv, who to the surprise of many, made her entrance without the company of her bodyguard, Raquel Rodriguez. Hell, Liv herself seemed unsure of where La Chingona was but one thing was incredibly certain. Without her, just as Kairi predicted, poor, helpless, talentless Liv didn't stand a chance.

The match went exactly as the way everyone expected. Liv was outmatched at every turn, out-wrestled, out-worked by the vastly superior talent. Even attempts at underhanded tactics couldn't give her the win, and as she called out to Raquel in one of her rare reprieves from The Genius's flurry of offenses, Iyo took final control, catching the champion by surprise with a springboard splash before landing the Over-The-Moonsault for the 1, 2, 3 as the crowd erupted. And as Liv dusted off her shame and failure in midst of her lousy Revenge Tour's collapse, Iyo collected her strap from the referee, refusing to linger in the ring. Not when the celebration of a lifetime was waiting for her back at their hotel room, merely a short Uber ride away.

Before long, Kairi and Iyo were piling into their hotel room, briefly ceasing the frisky behavior that ran throughout the entire course of the drive. Bags were tossed aside, save for one. Iyo, still in her ring gear, knew it was time to change into something far more fitting for the celebration she'd earned. Her Big Gold Belt around her waist, The Genius of the Sky asked, "Mistress Kairi, would you mind if I...got changed? I'll only be a second...and I bought something special for tonight."

"Fuck...so eager...yes, bitch! Get changed! Put on something sexy for me!" Kairi purred, scanning Iyo's incredible body, squeezed tightly by her tiny ring gear. Before Iyo could walk away though, Kairi turned her around, latching her hand on Iyo's right butt cheek. Groping. Squeezing. Feeling the impossibly gifted mixture of firmness and fat that made up the former-Io Shirai's incredible dump, the newly-crowned champion blushing at her Mistress's unabashed love for those cakes. Most importantly, HER dump. Her piece of ass to fuck and use as a tool to motivate the greatest wrestler in the world! One little slap later, and she allowed Iyo to leave, bag in hand.

Kairi took a seat on the couch and waited for her bitch to return, a wait well worth the 10 or so minutes it took for Iyo to step out of her ring gear and into something a little more appropriate for their quaint hotel setting. Appearing an angelic vision from down the hall came Iyo Sky, decked out in the hottest lingerie set she'd ever seen adorning her partner's glamorous body. Bra and panties made of white leather, accented in crisp gold, matching straps on her thighs that, while unnecessary, pumped up Iyo's butt that extra little bit. All white stiletto heels encased her feet, and in addition, Iyo kept the Women's World Championship around her waist since the entire outfit had been hand-picked for its resemblance to the belt. But, the finishing touch was the most eye-catching. A white leather collar sunk into the skin on her neck, reading "KAIRI" across the front in gold, clearly custom-made for this moment, and a skinny gold chain leash dragged behind.

As Iyo stepped into view, she asked, "What do you think, Mistress? Do I look good?" Good was a total understatement. Iyo looked fucking phenomenal, which wasn't a surprise at all. The bra was small and barely covered her juicy tits, and the same could be said for the panties and her ass, much of which got lost between her big fat cheeks.

"Mmmm...you always look good, Iyo...good and fuckable. But this?! This is next level stuff. On your knees! Crawl your ass over here. I'm not waiting anymore. You've earned so, SO much..."

"Really?" Iyo asked rhetorically, dropping to her knees and beginning to crawl over to Kairi's seat on the couch. "Hehe...so, I did a good job then?"

"Oh, so good," Kairi played along, reassuring. "Tonight was the culmination of everything I told you would happen with me at the helm of our ship, right?"

"Yes, Mistress, you were SO right," Iyo agrees upon arriving before her beautiful owner, who immediately takes hold of Iyo's leash.

"I TOLD you that I could be a strong leader, didn't I?" Kairi asked.

"You did, I'm so sorry I didn't believe you, Mistress Kairi," Iyo pleaded sorrowfully.

"And who would've guessed that all we needed to turn our fortunes around was me rewarding your wins with my big, fat cock? But hey, if it isn't broken, right?"

"Absolutely," Iyo agreed. "I've never wanted to win more in my life than I have these last few months. And especially tonight..."

"Oh, tonight is the biggest one of all! We're gonna go all fucking night long in honor of your big win! How does that sound, bitch?" Kairi asked lustfully.

"Pretty fucking amazing, Mistress," Iyo moaned, and Kairi bent over, pulling her into a kiss.

Another liplock, another tongue-tying tryst, short-lived, just long enough for Kairi to get her fill before pulling away and announcing softly, "For Damage CTRL."

"Fuck yes...for Damage CTRL...we're on top, and it's time to celebrate."

"Yeah it is...and we're gonna start with this..." Kairi began, shooing Iyo away and clearly space. "You know, since I'm a little overdressed right now, hehe."