The Princess delivers a royal beatdown

After what had happened, I expected to be on the Princess's shitlist... after all, it was my spunk that now coated her face and her breasts. Even if I hadn't done it on purpose, the fact remained that I was the direct deliverer; she had proven herself far more concerned with her own pride than any carriage of justice so far and I doubted that she was going to relent in my case, just because were tag team partners.

Evidently, though, the Heavy Storms were even higher on her shit-list than I was. The Princess took out Hurricail without another thought, delivering a jumping elbow so hard to her throat that I thought I felt the wind knocked out of me. Hurricail was the type that was so muscular and grounded, she looked like she could work personal security for some VIP in Vegas. It didn't do her a bit of good; when that elbow connected, her tongue shot out and she fell backwards, clutching her throat. I thought she or I should take the opportunity for a pin. Frightened, I hesitantly moved into position, but I'd forgotten who was the legal wrestler and suspected the audience and possibly the referee had as well. I waited to see if the Princess would take care of it...

She didn't! Instead, she moved on to Makiu, easily chasing the other girl down and grabbing both arms around her waist from behind. Suddenly, that wrestling hold became a futa-fetish specific one that I'd had drilled into me by Hurricail; the Princess's black-gloved hands moved down to enter the other girl's blue wrestling tights, then fished from them a rather meaty futa dick. The blue-masked girl grit her teeth and reached her hands around herself to grab the Princess's arms, but it didn't do any good; relentlessly, the Princess began pumping the shaft of our opponent with both hands. "Aaaagh! Not that!" the shrill-voiced futanari cried out. That might seem like a strange reaction... after all, while a bit rough, all of the handjobs I'd been given today in the name of independent wrestling had been pleasurable, if embarrassing, experiences.

This one was not a bit like those. I winced with discomfort as I watched the Princess jerk Makiu's cock at maximum ****. There was zero chance that felt good... I wasn't even sure if this counted as trying to jack the other girl off! Rather than humiliating Makiu by making her shoot her cum, it seemed a lot more like Princess was just trying to make the other girl tap out with physical pain. Sure enough, with a scream in her voice, Hurricail's tag partner began to cry for mercy and slap her arm against the nearby barricade. The Princess, vengeful, held the submission for longer than was strictly necessary... I gulped at the violent display.

... If Princess was that strong, why had it taken her so long to beat Hurricail and Makiu? She should have tagged me out right away and then gone to town on them! I thought that at first... but then, maybe rage was a component of the Princess's power. That bloodthirsty look in her eyes was even more oppressive than her ordinarily cold expression. Perhaps rather than rage, it was a sense of justice? A misguided sense, to be sure, but if the Princess considered her own privilege unassailable, than having that perception trampled upon by her opponents and being **** to take my bukkake had probably upset her not just into a state of embarrassment, but sheer fury!

Luckily, she'd taken care of the perpetrators.

It was time for me to leave. I applauded the Princess and then headed for the corner of the ring, where I would make my... let's not call it an escape. Instead, let's say that I was intentionally abandoning the spotlight, letting the Princess have both tag titles like she deserved. The bell-keeper had rung the bell and the announcers were praising her. She didn't need me hogging any of her moment away from her-

"Desperado #2. Hold."

I froze with one hand on the rope, bent over with my shoulders stuck through between the top and middle. I slowly turned my head and watched her. With a trembling voice, I told her: congratulations on your victory! I'll see you back at the office!

"Do you think yourself guiltless in the conspiracy to besmirch the honor of the Princess? Return here, please."

I was guiltless! I hadn't whacked off on my own! Still, with what I believe must have seemed a guilty frown on my face, I abandoned my attempt to flee, remembering how the Princess had chased down Makiu a moment ago. The same would happen to me if I resisted. Instead, I returned to the center of the ring, clutching my hands over my lap apprehensively. I wondered if I was about to get put into the same punishment Makiu had been...

"Now, Desperado... I think we can agree that what just occurred was not the faultless tag team championship match that I desired."

Yes ma'am.

"And what lowborn competitor's semen do I now find myself coated in?"

Mine, ma'am.

"I wonder if you can begin to imagine the punishment that awaits you for this transgression."

I think I might be able to, ma'am.

The referee in his black-and-white striped shirt, holding the tag team belts in either hand, stood back from the strange scene playing out in front of him. The Princess' eyes looked wild and hungry, even as my jizz shined on the bridge of her nose. She tilted her chin up and stood with her arms crossed over the ruined bikini top she wore, her tall body casting a shadow over my smaller form. Since she'd removed her wrapping earlier, with her skirt disheveled, I now saw her balls hanging in that black sling, but just above them, her erect cock looked ready for some sort of action. The announcers were really talking it up; this turmoil between two team-mates was just the kind of intrigue they needed to net huge ratings!

"Will you bend the knee, Katsumi Hojo?"