Live To Serve (For Scourger)

Isabella was no stranger to giving someone a good kick in the ring, it was part of her natural flexibility and preference for fighting in the ring. The most loyal one would usually destroy someone in the ring with her powerful acrobatics, often it was a disrespectful client that would be get shown the door after Isabella demolished them to make an example. If she could bring her legs to the fight then it was a given she'd attempt it as Daichi just found out after giving him the doctor hammer on the knee treatment. Now.......Daichi was right where Isabella wanted him.

After being released from Daichi's hold the momentum carried Isabella forward however she caught herself before falling, with her upper body hanging down low and her booty and legs raised upright as if she herself was a flagpole of sorts. It almost seemed natural to her hence why she lingered there for a few seconds before standing upright. She casually glanced over her shoulder in response to Daichi's words with "Rub this why don't you~"

It was time. Isabella would wedgie up her thong leotard as much as she could, her pale pair of moons loomed over Daichi's head there and then without even any hesitation Isabella would begin a hard riding stinkface to the femboy's face! The white haired harlot was gonna make sure Daichi was tasting those cakes and make sure she burned her booty in his brain!

Truth be told, Dai's body was extremely peculiar, and that wasn't a burn or anything towards his short appearance. It was more like; he was durable and had much more energy and strength than regular folks, still, that didn't mean that he had the fortitude or will to go with it. He lacked training, and even if Adama did help him out, he was still vulnerable when compared to someone like Isabella who probably has been training since she could stand up. He on the other hand, well, let's just say that a simple kick was enough to leave the poor lad in that corner for some time.

"I-I'm trying to rub thi- H-Hey! Wh-wh-what are you-?" One couldn't really blame Daichi for being confused as to what Isabella was referring to as he looked with a big blush on his cheeks at that curious pose of her with her perfect ass up and legs spreading, it looked like a certain pose of a certain videogame character that he may or may not have Adama tried one day~ It became even more weird when she stood up and wedgied up her already thin leotard deep inside her luscious cheeks, leaving the roundness of that booty in even fuller display for the world (and him in specific) to gaze upon. Combine that with her words, and with how that butt started to back up towards him, and even he'd be able to put two and two together.

"Waitwaitwaitwait!! I'm still crampi-mmphhphph!!!" Sure enough, with his hands on his leg, there was no protecting his sorry face as that derriere nested it in between~ His world suddenly became Booty~ Gorgeous, flawless, pale, hard and soft (Paradogically) Booty. His muffled protests were but a tickle to Isabella's cheeks, as Daichi's cute face would now be transformed into a cushion for her amusement, whether he liked it or not.

The public was eating this up! Their screams and cheering probably making this the loudest night in the Courtenay Manor, photos and cameras were filming the Stinkface in every possible angle. And speaking of eating it up, Daichi stopped massaging his leg soon after the smother started, caressing Isabella's hips and legs as he tried to make some room to breath, the slight gasps of air he did get, probably stimulating Isabella even more with excitement as she could feel his desperate breathing against her Behind~ And even in that torment of ass-phixiation, Daichi may be enjoying this more than what one may think~ If the way his shorts started to rise up like a tent was anything to go by~

This was it. This was all according to plan for the most loyal one! This. Was. Achieved. Operation "Make Daichi eat my booty cheeks" had gotten its mission complete! Isabella couldn't help but give a rather wide grin at this, she had wanted to make the lad be made to get a heaping faceful of her phat ass for a couple of reasons.

First was because the crowd would likely want it, usually when someone was put in the ring against Isabella it was either to be made an example of by her or she and the staff member were to put on an exhibition match of sorts to please the crowd with a display. Sure enough there were many getting pictures of Daichi's hair being barely seen behind Isabella's massive cheeks.

"Mhphm! Yeahhhhhh........f-fuck that feels good.....R-Rub that goooooood~" Isabella quietly moaned out, biting her bottom lip in an attempt to avoid making it any lounder than it already was. She usually had to be the stoic and calm mistress of the ring however it was clear in her body language that she was enjoying the feeling of having Daichi's face stuck in her phat ass cheeks~

That said however, nearby the ring was Adama herself. With a look of irate fury placed upon her face, her amber eyes wide and an expression of seething anger. Under her breath the albino was cursing Isabella with every slur she could think of in every language that she knew. The nerve of that harlot to stick her butt in Daichi's face, the same face she herself enjoyed smothering with her massive breasts however that was beside the point! She was inwardly hoping her boytoy could make some attempt at getting back into this before his oxygen experied!

"Mmmmmmmmgggghhhh! Mmmmmhmhmmm!! (Aaaaaaaaaaahh! Moooooommy!!)"

Being a professional wrestler in a somewhat lewd company brought lots of hazards along some privileges~ Daichi learned that the hard way ever since he got into this business. Getting humilliated in front of a big public was the norm for the poor lad. That being said, he expected that to happen anywhere except his other work... He may already have a lady waiting home, but he was a man! He at least noticed Isabella and her hypnotic curves~ But he would never do something about it.

Instead, those curves where the ones that got on him and threatened to send him to the promised land! Daichi could barely hear at this point the loud yelling around him, as his entire senses were entirely focused on Isabella's soft and smothering backside. She was rolling his head around like no one's business, forcing him to endure the ride of his life while he had no choice other than give that peach some smooches and licks~

"PMMMMHHHH! MMMMHMHHMM!! (PLEASEEEE!! I'M GONNA DIE!!)"

Daichi crossed his legs to hide the big boner that he was getting from this butt-press, sure, at first he decided that if this was what the lady boss wanted to flaunt, he may as well show face (no pun intended) and enjoy the move~ But as the seconds became minutes, it started to sink in that she was going to make this date between his mug and her cheeks into an ass-assination attempt! Daichi may have thought that he had experienced all in this business (Rookie thinking of course) but after realizing his predicament, he started to give Isabella's butt some serious shoves with his hands. No matter how heavenly that phat ass was, he wasn't going to be publicly defeated like this!

Isabella was confirmed to be the best in her mansion's staff there for many a reason, all of them more than valid. Namely being that she had the biggest backside out of the lot, it was often concealed under her skirt due to her working duties. However here? It was unleashed upon Daichi without mercy! The most loyal one would actually be giving a slight grin there, followed by light panting there as she felt Daichi struggle against her massive booty cheeks! His moans were serving as positive affirmations that Isabella was making good progress on burning an imprint on Daichi's face!

Still Isabella was letting herself get distracted by this ass-assault. Enough to let Daichi get a chance to push his hands in at her butt and with that strength of his......even Isabella's padded booty would have to give way and send Isabella staggering backwards with a cute yelp! And make her end up crashing forward and end up rolling forwards, thankfully Isabella was a talented gymnast and recovered somewhat gracefully and turned to look at him.

Taking a brief moment to compose herself Isabella would take a deep breath and then say "Hnnnn......not bad there......in more ways than one......" and got back into a stance ready to try and get this cutie right back where he belonged~

Sure thing, Daichi was a strong boy that could take some punishment, that wasn't a problem, had to be so to work as a professional butt-kicking-receiver. But his respiratory system was a weakness he learned that he had from his time in Adama's sand traps. And just like the treasure that was his Princess's bosom, Isabella had a derriere that he sweared could be the end of him. Fortunately for him, his strength was just enough to push her off his face, which allowed for him to get that much needed gasp of fresh air.

"Aaaaaaahhh!! Haaaaaah... J-Jeez..."

A couple of seconds more from that buttsmother, and he may have been unable to get the maid and her sexy body away from him. Not that it was a bad way to go, buuuutt... He didn't intend to become the world's second cutest chair tonight (Froggy Chair would always be No. 1). Not wanting to give the english beauty another opportunity to try that again, he got the heck out of that corner, rolling and getting up on his feet.

"That was... A thing that happened. Heheh, guess that makes you Breathtaking isn't that right?" Daichi chuckled at his own joke, only a distraction he needed to get close to Isabella at neckbreak speed, this time he tried to catch her by surprise, He didn't liked his chances against those strong thighs of hers, so his best option was to try and hug her waist in an attempt to begin a crushing Hold on the Manor's second best! Maybe as a sort of vengeance for his hurt honor (And face)? Or maybe as a thanks for the "favor" she did to him while in that corner? Only he knew for sure~

"But guess what Ma'am? So am I~"

Well Isabella wasn't usually this worked up in the ring, or in any of her duties when it came to the mansion. She could face her foes with stoic coldness as she prepared to send them right to the shadow realm, or dealing with troublesome customers who were getting handsy with the servants. All of it was handled with a steely expression that could pierce into your very soul. Still Daichi, just smothering him with her massive badonkadonk. It made her feel something, the fact that it felt so damn good really~ It was almost too good to be true.......

Case in point that would be the case as suddenly the white haired head of service would find herself tightly wrapped up by Daichi's arms there! Isabella gave a rather surprised yelp there before she felt a surge of pain shoot through her spine and thensome! After the pain there would be a slight.....moan from the most loyal one, her hidden masochist side was peeking out just a bit there in response to it. But Isabella had a reputation to uphold there!

"Ghnnnnn.......b-behave......." Isabella quietly muttered, she wriggled hard in Daichi's embrace but it was clear that she was actually struggling. It was almost as if Daichi's might belied his frame, damn. She was actually kinda loving this manhandling, if the way she was rubbing her thick hips against Daichi's waist was anything to go by with her cheeks practically mushrooming against him......

Was Daichi taking this match seriously? Honestly, yes and no. On one hand, he was a pro wrestler, and as such, he always needed to set a big show, but also, Isabella was his boss. And he really wanted her to be happy, and not to fire him. He also knew that she needed to set an example and be this big boss lady, she didn't need others thinking she was weak, he understood that perfectly. What he didn't understood was how sticking her booty on his face would help any of it.

Maybe he did something wrong and that was the way she thought best to punish him for it? Hard to tell, but right now, he was giving Isabella one big hug for the experience. Maybe that would make her want to punish him further, but right now he was out for revenge, so he didn't really care. (Or maybe he did like the corner treatment a bit too much~)

But soon enough, Daichi would realize that Isabella's body was a big weapon that could affect him even if he was the one in control. He squeezed her hard, very much so, but he didn't account that Isabella's big, juicy and delicious posterior would rub against his other head, apparently not content with almost eating the one between his shoulders, now those cheeks wanted to eat the one between his legs as well!

"Ghhh!... S-S-So good-!" He muttered, just like Isabella did, blushing profusely as his hold on the most loyal one failed him because of the blood that started to build up downstairs.

Isabella was often called a curious case by those that knew her well enough, she was clearly on the outside very much a stern, no nonsense dominatrix with her high heeled, thigh high boots and a cold, stern gaze that went into your soul and made you beg for mercy and then some.

However truth be told she herself was very submissive in her heart, oh the many, many times when she'd wrap bedsheets around her arms and legs and writhe about on the mattress pretending to be chained up for being a bad, bad girl. Or when she dreamt of being embraced by a pair of strong, sturdy arms that cinched her tightly without her needing to worry. Just like now actually, Daichi's cute frame belied his might and she was feeling the squeeze.

A need to maintain her image of being the brutally effective taskmaster of the Astley mansion however was at Isabella's forefront, speaking of forefront Isa felt something.....mushing up against her phat buttcheeks. Even with all that padding Isabella knew a third leg when she felt it, perfect. This was the perfect time to put Daichi where he belonged in her mind. Getting her feet on the mat there the most loyal one would try to kick off from them and try to slam Daichi back into the corner there, whereupon she'd start to reeeeeeealllly grind up on him.......

"You want this. You know you want this. This is your desire, don't fight it......." Isabella simply muttered into his ear, if she wormed into his brain and he released her? Well she'd let him sit back down, hike up her leotard as much as she could, then lean backwards and rest her massive cakes right on his cute face as was his proper place in her mind~

Was Daichi really an hormoned teen? Sure thing, he was. He tried to be polite and chivalrous because of his upbringing, he avoided to make others uncomfortable, and would very much rather put the other cheek (Quite fitting for the current situation). That being said, he still felt things like sexual arousal, and the impulse to tease others. His hug to Isabella being a mix of both, but just as he found it particularly difficult to accomodate to the raunchier parts of wrestling, he was now feeling his gorgeous opponent's meatier parts pressure up against his privates.

"Nghhh...!" Was all he could mutter as Isabella squashed him against the corner, making his arms and legs tremble with desire and exhaustion. "Aaaaah~! W-Wait~" Was all he could mumble with a blush adorning his face as the head maid got freed from his weak hug and then made him fall on his butt, a position he just got away from not too long ago. And soon enough, a blush was not the only thing adorning his face.

"Mmmhaah-! A-Again~?~!" He barely managed to grab onto Isabella's hips right as she planted her buttocks against his head once more. He didn't had the strength (Nor physical nor mental) to push her off this time, he just barely managed to stop her from fully resting her backside on his features. His muzzle still on contact with her round buttcheeks as he opened his mouth, drooling all over with his libido begging for him to let go and let her do a mess with him.

"Mmmmh~ Aaaigh... I-ahmmm~ P-Please..." But another part of him, maybe one that subconsciously knew that Adama was looking, or maybe his pride or shame not wanting to be defeated by Isabella's ass, no matter how godly it was. Whatever it was, it wouldn't save him this time, he was trapped and his grip only dragged on his torture, his tongue out started to lick the most loyal rump with hunger as his hands started to give in, if anything, this was not a last stand, but an invitation for Isabella to throw it back more and grind on his face even harder~