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DISCLAIMER: I do not know or own Alexa Bliss, Sasha Banks, Bayley, Mickie James, Naomi, or Becky Lynch. I make no money from this story.
Chapter 5: RAW Deal
SUMMARY: After making her RAW debut, Alexa bites off more than she can chew when making a bet with the Boss.
“Your first time is always nerve wracking, but everything turns out fine in the end.”
That was the thought Alexa Bliss chose to keep thinking as she stretched herself out, warming up for what was sure to be one of the craziest nights of her life. Due to a strange turn of events that she still couldn’t completely fathom, she was about to wrestle her first televised match in NXT. And her first match wasn’t any run of the mill contest against some local competitor. No, she was in a first round match for the vacant Women’s title against Alicia Fox, a main roster star. She was overjoyed to have earned this incredible opportunity, but she knew she could NOT mess this up.
Over and over, she reviewed her currently rather limited arsenal in her head, trying to remember how to execute each move, and hoping that if she couldn’t defeat Alicia, she could at least put forth an impressive showing. The last thing she needed to do this early on in her career was embarrass herself or make anyone think she didn’t belong here.
As images of moonsaults and headscissors floated through her blonde and blue head, she didn’t even notice the woman across from her who was watching her every move with a combination of disdain and bafflement. She especially didn’t notice that said woman was slowly but surely approaching her. In fact, she only registered the other woman’s presence when that woman snapped her fingers, interrupting the Pixie Princess’s thoughts.
Bliss adjusted back to reality as her eyes scanned the girl who had drawn her out of her daze.
She then scanned her again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
Alexa was quickly overtaken by this mystery woman’s intoxicating allure. She studied her light brown hair and imagined running her fingers through it. Her gaze grazed every visible inch of this girl’s tantalizing and glowing caramel skin, Alexa fantasizing about how good this goddess's body would feel snuggling next to hers. Oh, she could entertain that idea for a long time, picturing herself cuddled in this beauty’s arms as the sun shone through her bedroom curtains. Both of them would just stay there for hours, maybe eventually moving onto gently kissing as they shut out the entire world around them and just focused on each other. Heck, as embarrassing as it was to admit, Alexa found herself actually delving into some dirtier thoughts, conjuring up what it would feel like to kiss this gorgeous girl...with tongue. She even started thinking about what it would be like to... oh gosh ...lightly fondle her.
Was this love at first sight?
NXT’s Tinkerbell felt her heart flutter. She had always yearned for and believed in a fairytale romance, but she didn’t think it would happen here. However, as she continued staring at the woman before her, she really felt like she had found the one. It was hard to explain, it was just kind of this intrinsic gut feeling she had. Just by looking at her, Bliss sensed they could share something special. She didn’t know what exactly that entailed, but she knew that—
“So, are you mute or just deciding to be as much of a stuck-up Barbie as you look?”
The voice pierced through Alexa’s ears. She looked at the woman in front of her, who now had very visible frustration evident on her face.
“Wh-wha..” Alexa weakly squeaked back, confused by this woman’s apparent disgust.
“I asked you why you were here.” The other woman spoke slowly and loudly, treating the former cheerleader as if she was hard of hearing.
Bliss blushed a bright red. She had seriously spent so much time drooling over this absolutely enchanting coworker that she hadn’t even heard her ask that question.
Her voice was shaky but she managed to say, “Uh, s..sorry, I, um, didn’t hear you. I’m here to compete in the tournament. Against Alicia. I..I-“
Her nervous babble was thankfully cut off by the other woman asking, “No, but like why are you here ? Did you do any indy stuff? Grow up as a fan?”
“Oh, oh um..haha...I sent in a tape. They seemed to like it, I guess.”
The blonde could almost hear the pound of her heartbeat as she tried her hardest to make a good first impression with this galvanizing gorgeous girl.
“You excited to be here?” The woman questioned.
“Uh...yeah...I think so. I mean, it’s a pretty easy job..I-“
“ Easy ?” Bliss’s fellow wrestler raised an eyebrow.
“Well, not ‘easy’...no..but I mean...it’s not that hard, right?”
A painstakingly awful silence filled the room as the other woman’s eyes burned a hole through Alexa. The intimidated rookie let out a light chuckle to cut through the tension, but that only seemed to make the incensed woman look her up and down more intently. Finally, the woman opposite Alexa spoke whilst continuing to eye her with ire.
“What’s your name?”
“M..My name’s Alexa. Alexa Bliss.” Hoping to fix the earlier awkwardness, the Pixie Princess offered a handshake.
“That’s the stupidest fucking name I’ve ever heard.”
Bliss’s eyes widened, the five foot female surprised someone would curse so openly at work. And at her name?! Seriously? She couldn’t help the name she had.
However, she still did her best to make it up to the mystery woman by suggesting, “You can call me Lexi if you want.”
The other woman simply nodded and walked away, mercifully ending this trainwreck of a conversation. At least, that’s what Alexa thought until the other woman turned around, one last thing evidently crossing her mind.
“Cute nose by the way.” Sasha Banks remarked, laughing to herself.
Strange compliment, but Alexa would take it.
“Th-thanks.”
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“Hurry the fuck up!” The blonde snapped.
“Yes Mistress Bliss! Sorry Mistress Bliss.” Mickie James hurriedly responded as she attempted to jog on all fours, trying to catch up with her owner while balancing Little Miss Bliss’s extremely heavy gym bag on her back.
Alexa Bliss was over the moon. Coming up to WWE’s main roster truly was the best thing to ever happen to her. After all, she had just spent the past 8 months as the inarguable head of the SmackDown Live women’s division. While she hadn’t officially taken the title of “Alpha Female” until the end of her run, she had known that moniker was hers all along. She just finally had the bitches to prove it, making former alpha Nikki Bella, as well as Carmella, Natalya, Becky Lynch, and Mickie James her exclusive anal loving bottoms.
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“Yeah, take it! Take it! FUCKING TAKE IT!” The WWE SmackDown Women’s Champion Naomi screamed as she intensely railed the plump bubble butt in front of her.
The possessor of said bubble butt could do nothing more than gasp and moan as her rear end was destroyed by the woman who had beaten her for the Women’s title. Then, to her shame, Alexa actually began thrusting her hips back as Naomi pushed forward, desperately trying to get that cock deeper in her hole.
“Yeah, you’re feeling it now, aren’t you Alexa? Mmm, you’re absolutely loving this cock up your ass!” Naomi happily taunted. “And you want more, don’t you? You’re lucky, you know that? You’re lucky I don’t have you face down, ass up on the locker room floor! Because you’d do that for me, right? You’d do that for the real Alpha? Yeah, I’M the Alpha and we both know it. Don’t we, Alexa?!”
“Yes.” Bliss replied in almost a whisper.
“Yes what?” Naomi further questioned.
Alexa closed her eyes, let out a deep sigh, and began to move her booty back even faster.
“YES, YOU’RE THE ALPHA!”
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Ok, so not everything had gone as planned. Naomi may have pinned her at ‘Mania, beaten her two days later on SmackDown, and subsequently topped her a few times, but the only reason she didn’t turn the tables on her was because...um...well...because...because it was too easy. Yes, that was it. Naomi was such an obvious bottom that it was much more fun to humor her by allowing her to be a big bad top. It was called ‘acting’, duh. That’s all she was doing. She was just pretending to be submissive for fun. Alexa really could’ve topped Naomi anytime she wanted, but she didn’t want to, so that was why she ‘pulled some strings’ backstage and managed to flee to RAW as soon as humanly possible—so she could face a real challenge.
God, she couldn’t wait to hear the reaction as she strutted out onto the stage, all eyes on her. She couldn’t wait to see the look on Sasha and Bayley’s stupid sexy faces as she upstaged both of them and made her presence known. Above all else, she couldn’t wait to take over as RAW’s Alpha Female. Rumors had swirled all around that Charlotte was going to take her place on SmackDown, which meant—
Buzz
Buzz
Bliss rolled her eyes as she felt her phone ring in her jeans pocket. Tonight was her night, dammit! Who would dare to bother her during such a monumental moment?
Seeing the caller ID did nothing to dissuade her disgust.
“What do you want?!” Little Miss Bliss barked into the phone.
The caller’s Irish accent sounded timid and unsure as she responded, “Mistress?”
The petite blonde just groaned.
“You KNOW it’s me, just get to your point. My time is precious.”
Becky tried to hold her tears back as she pushed forward.
“When were ya going to tell me ya weren’t coming back?”
“What?” Alexa asked, clearly annoyed.
“When were ya going to tell me that ya were going to RAW?” The Lass Kicker’s voice began to shake and she could no longer prevent those teardrops from escaping her eyes. “Didn’t ya realize how leaving me behind would make me feel?”
Ugh, over-dramatic much?
“OF COURSE I realized it, I just didn’t care.” Mistress Bliss stated matter of factly. “Mickie’s my favorite. You had to know that, right?”
“I...I…” Lynch sniffled.
Still, Alexa didn’t let up.
“You’re horsewoman scum, Becky. I was never going to take you with me to RAW. Mickie has been on my side since day one. Have you?”
“But Mistress, I…”
“Look, it’s not my fault that she’s a 7 and you’re a 2!” Bliss shouted before hanging up.
Finally, some peace and quiet. Now she could go back to focusing on her big night.
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“I can’t believe that bitch!”
Sasha Banks stormed into the backstage area knocking over everything in her path. An indignant rage had swept over her. This night was supposed to be hers, but no! Once again some overrated, overpushed, and over privileged blonde had waltzed in and stolen her spotlight.
To call The Boss’s career thus far a rollercoaster would be an understatement. Over the past year, she had already become a 3 time RAW Women’s Champion, but she had never been able to successfully defend the title. It was frustrating to admit, but she just couldn’t stop herself from succumbing to Charlotte Flair. She still remembered the first time she won that coveted prize, knocking The Nature Girl off her perch. However, when SummerSlam came around, her triumph turned into trauma, Flair taking both her title and her sweet little asshole. From there on, a saddening cycle was set in motion. Banks would win the title on RAW only to be decisively decimated every time she stepped into the ring on PPV, and thoroughly humiliated everytime she went backstage. While each time she tasted defeat was absolutely devastating, her biggest lowlight had to be the 30 minute Iron Woman Match at Roadblock: End of The Line. She had come into the match as champion and with 2 seconds left on the clock, she had tapped out like a little bitch, resulting in a draw. They went into overtime and she was only further destroyed, cementing herself as forever second place to Charlotte. After the match, Sasha’s failure really didn’t need to be further driven home, but of course The Queen loved putting on a show and so she forced Sasha to take a very public anal double stuffing, both Charlotte’s strap-on and handheld dildos sliding up her frequently used backside with relative ease. God, just thinking about that made her asshole quiver with fear...or was that anticipation?
No! She wasn’t meant to be a bottom and that was why tonight was so important. It was clear Charlotte had one foot out the door to SmackDown Live. With The Dirtiest Player in the Game gone, the Legit Boss could finally ascend to the top of the red brand. Her best friend/naive pawn Bayley was the RAW Women’s Champ and she knew that in comparison to Charlotte it would be way easier to take her down. So hearing that annoying techno music blast through the arena speakers as she was about to lay a challenge down for The Hugger’s RAW title quickly sent her into a frenzied rage. An undeserving little twat like Alexa Bliss was always unwelcome as far as she was concerned, but she was especially a nuisance in that moment.
“Sasha! Sasha, wait up!”
Bayley chased after her bestie, desperately wanting to help calm her down. Banks meanwhile was still mindlessly kicking and tossing objects around, not even really having a clear destination in mind. She just needed to blow off some steam.
“Sasha, please relax!”
While The Hugger loved wrestling, she ironically enough hated conflict. Seeing Sasha this irate made her heart hurt as she wanted her closest companion to feel nothing but happiness. Sure, Alexa’s arrival wasn’t ideal, but they could work through this.
“Easy for you to say considering you bottomed for that lowlife.” Sasha sniped.
Bayley blushed as Sasha’s barb jogged her memory of a horrific image that was forever burned into her mind. A couple months back at the Royal Rumble, Sasha had walked into the locker room only to find Bayley in the center of the room spreading her meaty butt cheeks, her once tiny tight hole gaping wide open. When Sasha questioned her, she went on to explain that ‘Mistress Bliss’ had instructed her to stay in place after fucking her fat ass. However, that was just a one-time fluke situation. She had been incredibly horny and let her lust get the better of her.
Pointing this out, Bayley replied “Sasha, you know I was in a weak spot. Charlotte had just beaten me and—“
The Boss put her hand up to nonverbally cut off her quasi friend. “Make as many excuses as you want. The point is I don’t know whose side you’re even on.”
The normally level-headed Superstar could feel her face getting hot.
“WHAT?! I’m on your side, Sasha! I’ll always be on your side! For you to even think for a second that—“
“Hiya!” A voice emerged from the corner.
Both the Boss and the Hugger froze for a moment before turning around to face the cause of their exasperation. Bayley took a deep breath, not really wanting to come in contact with the woman who had effortlessly dominated her a few months ago—mostly because she had moved past that point in her life, but also because a part of her feared that it could happen again. It would hurt her to admit it, but when Bliss dominated her it made her...happy? That didn’t seem right. She was a hero, a role model. She overcame the odds and beat the bullies. So why was there a part of her that wanted this bullish babeto top her again?
Bayley got so lost in her introspection she almost didn’t notice that Sasha was getting ready to charge after her adversary. Luckily, she snapped back to reality in time and scrambled to hold her best friend back, though that obviously didn’t prevent The Boss from running her mouth.
“You fucking wannabe! I will DESTROY you! You’ve been handed everything! You don’t deserve to be here, you fucking poser, just playing professional wrestler instead of putting in the work!! I’m going to rip your fucking face off and kick you out of this business FOR GOOD!”
“Sash, just relax.” Bayley interjected, trying to be as soothing as possible.
“Don’t tell me to fucking relax!” Sasha shouted, trying her best to break free from The Hugger’s grip.
Alexa stood with Mickie by her feet, both of them observing this total dumpster fire of a display with utter glee. The five foot female was positively delighted with all the chaos she had been the catalyst for, her first night on the RAW roster pretty much playing out exactly as she expected: overly confident Sasha making bold threats she wouldn’t be able to make good on and sweet weak little Bayley trying to be the mediator. Deciding to further stir the pot, Bliss teased her fuming coworker.
“Aw Sasha, you look so pretty when you’re mad. Chill out, ‘Boss’. I want to help you relax! In fact, I have a 12 inch stress reliever in my bag that I think would be perfect for you.”
Rage taking complete control of her, Sasha pushed Bayley back and rushed forward, getting right in her foe’s face and promptly causing said face to shift from a shit-eating grin to a terror-stricken grimace. Bliss backed away, urgently attempting to avoid any kind of physical attack. She wasn’t quick enough though and Sasha quickly grabbed a hold of her, causing the petite blonde’s entire body to tremble. The blonde very quickly blabbered, now desperately trying to diffuse this potential beatdown.
“Sasha! Sasha! I’m sorry! I was just joking around! Let’s call a truce, you and me, let’s--”
Bliss stopped once Banks let go of her, the widest, proudest smile spreading across the Boss’s face.
“Thanks. That’s all I needed.” The former NXT Women’s Champion said before starting to walk away.
“What?!” Bayley and Alexa both said simultaneously.
“I needed to know that you were still mine.” Sasha turned back around and eyed Alexa. “You’ve been trying so hard to be a dom, probably the hardest you’ve ever tried at anything in your life, and that’s been really cute, but I’m glad to know you’re still my bitch through and through.”
Five Feet of Fury opened her mouth to protest, but she was promptly cut off.
“Face it Lexi. Nothing has really changed. You fucked Becky? So what? We all have! We just weren’t so oh-so impressed with ourselves that we felt the need to broadcast it everywhere. But I guess that’s like you, huh? Always trying to get your fifteen minutes of fame no matter what you do. Well then don’t worry ‘cause I’ll make you famous, bitch! I’ll wreck your slutty ass so hard that you can never sit down again and show the whole world that you’re nothing but my broken fuckhole. Just like you did to Mickie. Impressive get by the way, I’m a huge fan.”
“Th-thanks.” Mickie hesitantly replied.
“Shut up!” Alexa snapped at the country girl, clearly worked up over Sasha’s diatribe. “You answer to me, not her.”
“Oh, trust me Lexi, she’ll be mine soon enough. And so will every other woman in this company. You’ve gone after easy sluts like Bayley…” Sasha turned to her fellow horsewoman. “No offense.”
“None taken.” The RAW Women’s Champion dryly stated, glaring at the woman who was supposed to be her closest confidant.
“But you’ve never faced a real challenge like me, ‘Miss Bliss’. Mmm, yeah, I’m the motherfucking Boss and nobody’s gonna stop me. Especially not a dingy ringrat like you.”
Trying to brush past that insult and regain some control, Little Miss Bliss fired back.
“This is all pretty bold talk coming from someone who’s become nothing more than Charlotte’s pet.”
The reminder of her status stung a bit, but Sasha pushed through.
“You know, I have Asuka and Naomi’s numbers on speed dial if you wanna get into recent bottoming experiences, Lexi. The point is that you’re still the same little lesbian slut you were down in NXT, no matter how hard you try to deny it.”
With that, Sasha walked away, and Bayley followed behind her, leaving Alexa shell-shocked. What a wild turn of events this night had taken. She had been so confident moments before and now she was left feeling shattered. Coming to RAW was meant to ensure she would finally fulfill her destiny of being the most dominant woman in all of wrestling and instead her first night had resulted in being verbally and mentally steamrolled by the woman who had reduced her to being a mere piece of ass on multiple occasions.
Unable to let her night linger on this low note, Bliss urgently shouted out to her tormentor.
“SASHA! Wait!”
Banks knew she should keep walking. She had Bayley trotting along behind her and she knew she needed to negotiate some type of crack at Bayley’s title so she could be the new RAW Alpha sooner rather than later. However, hearing how audibly weak Alexa was, the crackling whimpers of her shattered pride and the absolutely pitiable despair emanating from her annoying as fuck voice, actually caused Sasha to feel sorry for the petite wannabe for the first time maybe ever. Drawn in by the pathetic display of the once cocky new RAW arrival, she turned around.
“What the hell do you want now?” Sasha questioned.
“You think you’re ‘The Boss’?” Alexa asked.
“No, I KNOW I’m The Boss.” The smug purple haired beauty smirked. “And so do you.”
“Prove it.” Bliss did her best to conjure up a commanding tone.
“What?” Sasha raised an eyebrow.
“Prove it!” RAW’s newest cunning competitor countered. “You can say that you’re better than me all you want, but what weight does that have if you don’t have any proof?”
Sasha simply chortled in response.
“God, you really are braindead. Ember sent you all the proof you need.” Sasha smirked, fondly remembering the blackmail she had put in the hands of the current NXT star.
“Right…” Bliss couldn’t stop herself from blushing no matter how hard she tried. “But that was then and this is now and let’s face it ‘Boss’, your stock has fallen. I hear the name ‘Sasha Banks’ and I just don’t cower like I used to. You’ve lost your luster.”
Sasha knew deep down Alexa was probably saying all of this with the sole purpose of getting under her skin, and so she fought to hold her head up high.
“Yeah, well, I can still wrestle circles around your sorry ass, so this conversation is ov-“
“No!” The petite blonde snapped. “Look, I think you’re misunderstanding me. I’m trying to help you Sasha. If you want to prove you’re still ‘The Boss’, then why don’t we have ourselves a little wager?”
“Wager?” Sasha replied, dumbstruck.
“Next week is the number one contender fatal four way. Why not make it even higher stakes?” The former SmackDown star mused. “Winner tops loser. We just need to avoid Nia like the plague. I mean, Mickie won’t be any threat to us, right?”
“Right.” Mickie parroted. “My only purpose is to take pins, submission holds, and ass poundings from my superior mistress.”
“So…” Bliss looked her rival in the eye. “Deal?”
At first, Sasha was taken aback a bit by everything Alexa had just laid out for her, though she guessed it made sense. Sasha had done such a good job of thoroughly humiliating her and showing her what a non-threat she was that of course Little Miss Bliss would try to overcompensate and put her ass on the line. Honestly, this offer presented a perfect opportunity. She could become number one contender and then butt bang this blonde beauty--hell, that sounded too good to be true.
Her hatred of saying yes to Alexa Bliss was outweighed by her desire to get some ass and so she smirked as she responded, “You’re on.”
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1! 2! 3!
Welp, that didn’t go as planned.
Sasha Banks had just been pinned.
Not only that, but Sasha had just been pinned by Alexa motherfucking Bliss.
This really was the worst possible timeline.
To be fair, it was Mickie James who truly beat her, and if she would’ve been pinned by her, well that was almost something she could stomach. Sure, Mickie was a submissive fuckslut, and sure, Sasha would’ve been gutted taking the pinfall in any scenario, and sure, it was a complete betrayal of Alexa’s insistence that brunette wouldn’t be a threat, but at least Mickie actually had some skill and a work ethic that she could respect.
Alas, Bliss had tossed Mickie out of the ring like a piece of trash and quickly capitalized on the fallen Boss, meaning Alexa was not only the number one contender, but Sasha’s temporary top. Oh God! Just having that thought enter her mind made her want to upchuck. Sasha Banks, a total butt buster who was renowned for turning women’s assholes into gaping craters, was now going to be required to bend over for the former Pixie Princess. And then, her days as a dom may truly be over.
That was a nightmarish reality that the prissy pipsqueak was of course all too keen to remind Banks of, Bliss sauntering up to the Boss with the world’s biggest shit eating grin plastered on her face.
“Heeeyyy Sasha.” The RAW newbie purred, reaching behind Banks and greedily groping that cute little bubble butt.
“Fuck off,” Banks barked, trying to briskly move past the condescending blonde before loyal little Mickie blocked her path, causing the 3 time RAW Women’s Champion to howl out in frustration.
Bliss took a hold of her prey’s arm, the petite blonde twirling her around so she could look her newly claimed prize in the eye.
“Don’t be like that, Sasha. We’re gonna have so much fun!” Alexa beamed with an evil glimmer in her eye, “So, your place or mine?”
Deliberating over the pros and cons of each option, Sasha eventually grumbled, “Mine. And if you’re having Mickie tag along, then I’m bringing Bayley.”
Alexa knew she really shouldn’t be given into any kind of demands from the woman she had just beaten, as she had no weight to stand on, but her incredible victory tonight had lifted her spirits enough that she was feeling a little more generous than usual. Besides, finally burying her dick inside Sasha Banks’s ass would be absolute heaven, but to ruin the rectums of both The Boss and The Hugger in the same night? Then she’d really be untouchable.
That prospect of banging both horsewomen’s big and beautiful backsides fueling her, Bliss gave a slight giggle before licking her lips and agreeing, “Two for the price of one? I’m so down.”
All Sasha could do was glare.
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All of Alexa Bliss’s dreams really were coming true. She had Sasha Banks, the woman who had once tormented her so greatly and ruled over her with an iron fist, pinned down to her own hotel room bed, and was currently greeting The Boss’s lips with a smug and triumphant yet sloppy and rough kiss, tasting her arch rival’s cherry red lipstick on her teeth. Erstwhile, all Banks could do was alternate between petulantly whining and passionately moaning, her agitation and arousal at odds with each other. Sasha didn’t want to be turned on, but despite the fact that Alexa was an annoying imposter nowhere near her level, it was impossible to deny how tantalizing her tight and trim body was. She could feel the petite blonde’s breasts pressed up against her, the newest RAW arrival’s hardened nipples poking into her own peaks, and as shameful as it was to admit, she thought she could stay like this forever. She normally had nary a nice word to say about this overhyped RAW newbie, but she had forgotten how truly beautiful the blonde could be as long as you completely forgot about her god awful personality. And it felt like she had grown to be even sexier than she was in her NXT days. She certainly was a way hotter kisser than Sasha remembered. Oh fuck. Her mind was already getting weighed down with an ethereal euphoria overwhelming each one of her senses, waves of desireful desirable pleasure circulating through her petite body, and that breathtaking ecstasy only picked up when Alexa became no longer content to focus her lecherous lips on somewhere as simple as the in-ring aficionado’s alluring face. Instead, her warm wet mouth trailed down The Legit Boss’s neck, her kisses becoming gradually rougher as she got an incredible taste of Sasha’s soft skin. Banks became overwhelmed with the jubilation washing over her, her mind weighed down by this onslaught of unadulterated bliss (pun intended).
However, she was quickly brought crashing back down to earth when she was reminded of the exact situation she had put herself in, feeling the gazes of Bayley and Mickie James singe into her soul, Sasha desperately hoping she would accumulate a single iota of strength and toss the blonde off of her heaving body like she should have done the second she had been placed in this petrifying predicament. Instead, the Boss’s body went limp, the loser of the night left laying, continuing to utter moans of utter joy, unable to fight against the intimidating impulses of sheer submission circulating through her veins. Compensating for her lack of control in this situation, Sasha closed her eyes and pretended that Alexa was simply worshipping her curves with her lustful luscious lips, like she had done time and time again back in NXT. Yes, for a brief moment, Banks was whisked away back to her glory days in Orlando, far far away from a measly motel room in Alexa’s hometown of Columbus, and the gifted grappler was merely exerting her stronghold over the desires of this weak shrimp of a cheerleader, instructing the blonde to nip at her tender slender neck as she was doing now. Unfortunately, Sasha struggled to suspend her disbelief enough to actually buy into this preferable fantasy, as she remained eternally aware of the fact that Alexa’s puny arms were pressing down on Sasha’s shoulders, effectively keeping her constrained to the mattress beneath her.
Thus, all of Sasha’s gleeful reactions reverted back to being rooted in complete capitulation, her howls intensifying once the new number one contender eased her way down to Sasha’s fairly impressive B-cup chest, the bratty blonde blithely tearing away at her sworn enemy’s ring gear before wrapping her wanton watering mouth over Sasha’s left nipple, leisurely sucking on that swollen nub without a care in the world. Sasha’s face immediately twisted into one of cosmic satisfaction, the 3 time RAW Women’s Champion swearing under her breath as a single shred of willpower gripped onto her brain and allowed her to not completely surrender herself over to this petite stunner, because, God, did she ever so badly want to do that in this moment. She was still caught in the opening stages of this bleak humiliation and she already had to actively fight to not give herself over to the woman she had once effortlessly dominated with unfettered fervor. If this was her state of mind now, how the hell was she going to last this whole night without completely breaking? Maybe...maybe she wasn’t. Oh shit, had she really busted her ass to build herself up as THE greatest women’s wrestler of all time to end up unraveling under the threat of this twig-sized twerp?!
As horror swept over Sasha and hubris struck Alexa, Bayley and Mickie continued to play the part of diligent passive onlookers, both women in opposite corners of the room, each one offering a different expression on their face. Bayley watched the proceedings with slack-jawed awe, surprised her best friend was putting up virtually no fight against the domineering blonde. True, The Hugger had experienced firsthand how dominant Alexa could be, this very display acting as the catalyst for her memory to be hit with an avalanche of repressed thoughts regarding the Royal Rumble, the night when Alexa had fucked her bubble butt so effortlessly and made her screech and squeal like a weak-willed blubbering fuckpig right in the middle of the women’s locker room, something she wouldn’t mind feeling again...er...um...that wasn’t the point! The point was Sasha was far and away the most dominant woman Bayley had ever met (well, maybe second most after Charlotte), thus this poor showing either spoke volumes about Alexa’s rising assertiveness or Sasha’s falling star. Perhaps it was a reflection of both. Either way, it didn’t make her feel less guilty for instinctively sliding a hand into her trunks, suppressing the gaggle of moans clawing to escape her watering lips, her eyes glued to the sight of Sasha’s slightly squirming body getting mauled by Alexa’s mouth, the gymnast-turned-wrestler inching further down her former top’s torso, a trail of kisses covering The Boss’s flat toned stomach.
Mickie watched on with a small smile, showing a kind of reserved glee. The fact that Alexa was capable of reversing roles with her greatest enemy was hardly a surprise to Mickie, as she had the best understanding out of anyone in the room how truly powerful Five Feet of Fury was. Granted, it probably helped that Sasha was becoming more akin to slim pickens everyday, the once feared dom never fully the same after being so frequently used as Charlotte Flair’s favorite cockpocket. But she still was no one to scoff at as she managed to maintain more dignity than some of the bottom feeding bottoms crawling about this company—Mickie James shamelessly including herself in that clique. She was also debatably Alexa’s most challenging conquest this far. While Nikki Bella may have been able to thrive at the top of the card for a long stretch of time without anyone coming close to challenging her, she didn’t share the same storied history with Bliss that Banks did. Being able to have Sasha beneath her on a soft warm bed and to tease the 3x RAW Women’s Champ’s twat with authority proved how far Alexa had come, and Mickie couldn’t wait to see Sasha firmly reminded of her place when Alexa took what was rightfully hers—that being Sasha Banks’s juicy butt.
Of course, the one common denominator between both Bayley and Mickie’s reactions was jealousy. Seeing Alexa do what she did best, what she was now painfully obviously always made to do, naturally stirred up docility inside both of the big bootied bottoms, the two brunettes continuing to ‘enjoy the show’. They looked on as Alexa’s breathtaking face intensely and intently gazed into Sasha’s shimmering dark brown eyes as she placed both of her thumbs inside the waistband of the Horsewoman’s gear, and slowly stripped that barrier away, as if she was unwrapping a present.
Next, she hovered over the more experienced grappler’s glimmering dripping cunt, gusts of Alexa’s hot breath rushing onto The Legit Boss’s twitching clit, so close to Sasha’s snatch that she could almost taste it. But, ever the tease, she didn’t actually taste it and instead kissed her way back up the other woman’s muscular torso, leading to some adorable heart-broken wails from Banks as her yearning burning twat was pleading for mercy. Alexa, however, payed no mind to those whimpers, her lips curling up into a deliciously malicious grin as she shifted further and further away from Sasha’s sopping sex.
For the very first time, Alexa Bliss had Sasha Banks under her thumb. Nevermore would she have to kneel in the presence of the gifted grappler as she was effortlessly toying with the once tough top. Well, almost effortlessly. Ok, fine, she was finding it a little harder to get into than she had suspected, but she was certain that was a side effect of her pesky nerves. After all, turning the tables on the woman who had ruthlessly reamed her time and time again was a big fucking deal, and therefore, she needed to gradually adjust to these monumental circumstances. That was it. This gnawing feeling nipping at the back of her mind, screaming that her entire world was out of balance, was just a bad case of beginner’s jitters. Soon, she’d find taking control over The Boss as easy as pie. She was sure of it.
But that knowledge didn’t alleviate the burden of her current struggle, the 2x SmackDown Women’s Champion majorly regretting her choice to tease her former top as it was as much a punishment for her as it was for Sasha. After all, Alexa had no shortage of memories of how incredibly tasty the once uber-dominant wrestler’s twat was and she swore she could feel that saccharine sweet flavor hit her taste buds if she closed her eyes hard enough. Fuck, that yummy wet honeypot was inches away from her mouth, so why did she have to merely imagine having her lips wrapped around the former NXT Women’s Champion’s entrance? Because she was a dumbass who was desperately trying to show she had the upper hand on Sasha only to end up defeating herself, that’s why! Despairingly trying to salvage this mangled mess of a moment, Alexa did all she could to take pleasure in drawing out this tumultuous teasing for the talented technician, even going as far as to return to those bountiful breasts, her suckling growing more fervent than before as she put sole focus on mining a modicum of enjoyment from her miserable mistake. Yet, as magnificent as the accomplished Superstar’s tits were, they still couldn’t serve as a sufficient substitute for that sugary snatch, and thus, the newest member of the RAW roster broke away from that supple set with a bloodcurdling cry of frustration before sliding down and shoving her face in between Sasha’s caramel thighs, immediately moaning and sighing in relief. At last, she felt...at home? That couldn’t be right, and yet it was the primary thought dominating her weakened mind. All of her sensibilities turned feeble in a flash, the blonde no longer concerned with acting assertive, instead placing all of her attention on lapping away at the glistening pussy of the woman she had pinned earlier that night. Now it was her turn to get whisked away back to the days of NXT, as she no longer felt like the badass and brazen knockout who had been clawing her way to the top rung of the WWE ladder, building up her pedigree as a butt-busting top, but rather the same sad submissive slut who was made to be used by any woman and every woman who wanted her.
Helping to egg those mortifying memories on was her supposed-to-be sub partaking in taunting her, though not before the cocky ‘Boss’ let out a few long gleeful moans of her own from this masterful muff munching, “OHHH, MMMM, yeah, just like that. Fuck, just like that, Lexi. Lexi! Oh fuuuck. Lick me! God! Eat my cunt like your life depends on it. Ohhhh! You’ve really missed this pussy, haven’t you? Mmm, yeah, you’ve missed being my good little cunt licking lezzie slut who buries her face between my thighs and eats me out. Unghhh, well I’ve missed it too. So keep it up. Keep being the rug munching submissive whore you were born to me.”
Sasha’s face twisted into a grateful and satisfied smolder, her knuckles going white as she gripped hard onto the bed sheets, her senses going haywire from the blonde’s frenzied snatch lapping. She was most thankful that Alexa had indulged her and at last began to trace her twat with that nice long tongue, but she also mined some pride from the fact that Alexa’s licks felt less like they were coming from someone who was assuming the dominant position and more from the same sickeningly subservient servant she had completely owned in developmental years prior. Sasha doubted it would last, but as of now, the tables had shifted ever so slightly in her favor, and she was going to capitalize on that in any way she could.
Embarrassingly, Alexa didn’t have the presence of mind to immediately move her face away from Sasha’s cunt the moment Banks began degrading her. No, she got so caught up in eating out the stunning cunning RAW standby that all she did for the first few seconds after Sasha’s trash talking monologue concluded was continue to explore that hot hairless pussy with her warm wet tongue, the 3x RAW Women’s Champ’s words taking ages for Alexa to fully register, and even when she finally did, she still took a few extra seconds to savour the taste of her ex-top’s twat. Eventually however, Bliss begrudgingly pulled her face away from that absolutely soaked vertical smile and directed an effervescent incandescent glower at the hubristic Horsewoman, though any intimidation that icy stare would have evoked was severely undercut by the fact that Alexa’s chin was dripping with the Boss’s juices. Still, the short yet powerful stunner did her damndest to make her quavering voice sound firm and sure.
“I did miss eating your pussy,” The blonde bashfully admitted, blushing beet red, “But I’m not going any further until you return to the favor.”
And with that, Bliss crawled up and twirled around so that her own sopping wet sheath was hovering over Sasha’s beautiful face, the aspiring dom attempting to initiate the 69 position, as Alexa believed that to be the perfect compromise. She could still quell her desire to munch cunt while simultaneously feeling an eager tongue wiggling and wriggling around her own hot box. It was a win-win! Clearing her throat, Alexa spoke boldly and plainly.
“On the count of three..”The petite blonde paused, allowing immeasurable anticipation to fall over the atmosphere, before cheekily shouting. “...Three!”
After that signal to go, Alexa held nothing back, licking up and down Sasha’s slit with even more fervor than before. She spent several minutes doing little more than brushing her wet muscle against her enemy’s entrance, teasingly darting the very tip of her tongue inside those sugar walls, but never taking the extra step of going all the way. Her licks were rapid but at the same time they exerted enough pressure to ensure Sasha could feel every sensual second of the gorgeous blonde’s tongue pressing down on that pretty pussy, her already sopping slit getting coated with Five Feet of Fury’s sticky saliva. In turn, Sasha put forth a half-hearted effort to appease Alexa’s demand by letting her own tongue gingerly linger across Little Miss Bliss’s shaven vulva. She continued apathetically sliding her tongue across her former submissive’s soaked sex, doing her best to show next to no interest. Unfortunately, that task was 10 times tougher than she had anticipated because try as she might to deny it, Alexa Bliss had one downright delicious honeypot. Sasha had thought Charlotte’s nether was something to behold, but Alexa’s cunt was in a league of its own when it came to flavor, the top-tier taste of this tiresome twit’s twat tantalizing the talented tweener’s tongue. If Alexa’s pretty pussy had always been this rich in quality, then Sasha seriously regretted never ‘returning the favor’ back in Florida. Oh, she had found plenty of time to push the pathetic ‘Pixie Princess’ down to her knees before grabbing a hold of that gorgeous blonde head and forcing it forward into her crotch, but she had neglected ever gobbling up Alexa’s yummy cunny until an abundance of girl nectar came trickling down her throat. So more than anything right now, the Horsewoman found herself deeply wishing to make up for that, her passion level fluctuating between zealous and disinterested as her dominant and submissive impulses propelled against each other.
On the other hand, Alexa’s experience with Sasha’s snatch was evident and Bliss hated herself for it. That same struggle between stern and docile wasn’t transpiring in her—she had simply regressed back to being an enthusiastic rug muncher. Ugh, this was supposed to be super poetic. She would be feverishly face diving into her foe’s front entrance but she would be doing so as a changed woman. Instead of performing cunnilingus with the duty of exalting the lauded wrestler’s body, she would be eating that cunt in a way that showed authority. She had never quite worked out how she would display such nuance, which she supposed was a pretty major detail, but...ohhh, in her head it was all so perfect!
Sadly her execution had made her feel more pitiful than she’d felt in a very long time. She despised the fact that Sasha was successfully exhibiting a shred of reserve right now. Sure, every now and again, she’d slip up and begin frantically swishing her tongue every which way, but the former Team B.A.D member was by and large able to exercise some self control. For whatever reason, Alexa couldn’t bring herself to that same place. The heavenly aroma wafting through the petite blonde’s nostrils and the tremendous tang dancing on her tastebuds were too addictive for the second-ever SmackDown Women’s Champ to resist, and soon enough, she was wrapping her entire mouth around the Horsewoman’s hot hole, literally sucking the juice out of her. Although, that action funnily enough reinvigorated Bliss, finally providing her with a modicum of control in this situation, the blonde feeling in that moment as if she actually had a claim over this painstakingly breathtakingly beautiful Boss’s dripping cunt. She reveled in hearing each and every ecstatic elongated cry exiting the exceptionally talented pure wrestler’s trembling lips, Banks’s grip over the 5 foot fighter seeming to progressively loosen as the Match of the Year winner was being simultaneously tempted by the scrumptious pussy resting on her face as well as Alexa’s ramped up rug munching and juice suckling.
Bizarrely, it appeared as if the petite gorgeous golden haired girl had grown to be an even greater pussy licker now that she had transitioned into a more dominant demeanor. Don’t get Sasha wrong, Alexa had always been an incomparably enthusiastic little carpet cleaner, but this maneuver of trying to prematurely drain the younger woman of her cunt cream was one the pipsqueak had never pulled out during their tenure together on the black-and-yellow brand, and now Sasha seriously wished she had, as it enacted an ascension into nearly unreal ethereal euphoria too overwhelming for her to ignore or overcome. She became little more than a noise machine, expelling numerous loud long moans muffled by the muff of her victorious opponent. In turn, this turn on also compelled Sasha to finally put some actual effort into tonguefucking that aforementioned muff, the cocky combatant now swirling that wet muscle all around the older girl’s twat without maintaining any restraint. Banks’ normally unmistakable bravado was fading fast as she succumbed to her once locked away urges, complacency and compliance prevailing where confidence and cunning used to lie. Just as she had feared, the meager bit of momentum she had built for herself was slipping, all control she once possessed slowly purged of. Her power-inclined mind raced a mile a minute, working tirelessly to enact a plan that could restore her stronghold over the buoyant bratty blonde. Eventually, a flash of genius struck her as she reached up and grabbed a hold of Alexa’s plump ass, pushing downward, therefore forcing her tongue to plunge further into that moist clunge. That move was intended to help her regain an advantage over her attractive adversary, as she figured squeezing down hard on that bountiful booty would serve as a resounding reminder that this round rectum was her property first and foremost. Unfortunately, she had to endure the unintended side effect of further appearing to be a pussy loving slut by making herself get as deep as she could inside her enemy’s entrance. Not helping matters was the fact that The Boss began to moan into that compact twat, Sasha’s hot breath breezing through Bliss’s shaven sugar walls, causing the blonde to let out some gleeful squeals herself. The knowledge that her actions could be interpreted as enthusiastic submission should’ve been a signal for her to push Alexa away completely. Hell, a couple of years ago, she would’ve stopped eating Bliss out faster than you could blink the very moment she felt the slightest hint of submissive undertones in her actions, but day after day of being treated like a skanky trashbag by The Nature Girl had severely damaged her psyche, her once flourishing self-respect incinerated down to ash.
This capitulation presented Alexa with the ideal opportunity to further humiliate her fallen foe, an opportunity Alexa didn’t have to think twice about taking up, literally rubbing her victory in Banks’s face by grinding that honeypot against Sasha’s hungering face. At least, that’s what she attempted to do, however the Boss had such a firm grip on her ass that Little Miss Bliss found it remarkably difficult to initiate any kind of motion with her hips, Sasha’s tight grasp practically locking her thighs in place. In a way, that still helped fuel her sense of dominance, as it showed how desperate Sasha was, not even loosening her hold on Alexa’s bubble butt for a single second. However, feeling Sasha grabbing her ass in any capacity also helped Alexa remember all the assorted sordid sodomy Sasha was responsible for, her anus embarassingly quaking the closer Banks’s fingers got to that forbidden hole. Worst of all, Sasha seemed to recognize the blonde’s plight, as she then began squeezing Alexa’s creamy backside, making the five footer feel like a measly piece of meat. That disrespect should’ve discouraged Alexa from giving the gifted wrestler the privilege of her tongue tracing the younger yet more experienced competitor’s cunt, but all it ended up doing was triggering an influx of even more passion into Bliss’s pounding heart, which was really saying something. Her cunnilingus had already been filled to the brim with unbridled lust up to this point, yet somehow Alexa still found another level she could take her tonguefucking to, almost as if her mouth was controlling her mind and not vice versa. Yes, her warm wet tongue moved a mile a minute, getting as deep inside Sasha’s folds as she could as quickly as she could, the spoilt blonde so badly hoping her attractive adversary’s sweet cunt honey would soon trickle down her throat whilst her own burning inner thighs yearned for a relief of their own—a relief that milky center soon received.
Despite the former cheerleader’s best efforts to get the first taste of cum, she couldn’t prevent herself from bursting like a dam. Sasha sneakily darted her tongue around the tiny top’s pulsating clit, swirled her moist muscle around that swollen sweet spot once, twice, thrice over, then swiftly glided her tongue back to the over privileged and over exposed brat’s hot hole in order to feel a rush of cunt cream squirt out onto her taste buds with the intensity of a fucking geiser. However, pussy licking wasn’t necessarily the gifted grappler’s area of expertise, as she had found such an act beneath her for the majority of her NXT run and her horrifyingly humiliating nights with Charlotte typically consisted of anal only, The Queen deciding The Boss was unworthy of tasting her royal center, and because of her inexperience, she found the majority of Alexa’s hot flowing pussy juice wound up coating her face instead of landing in her waiting mouth, which made her feel like even more of a submissive slut.
Although, as it stood now, Alexa felt like the weaker willed woman. She was supposed to finally put Banks in her place, and yet the Boss had not only clutched onto her ample ass cheeks of her own volition, but had made Bliss cum without receiving explicit permission to do so, which wasn’t always an unforgivable offense but could be seen as remarkably disrespectful depending on the context of the situation. As Alexa could recall, sometimes perpetual cunt cravers like that good for nothing, thrown-to-the-curb Becky Lynch could get carried away and wind up bringing Alexa to an unintended climax—which was embarrassing but ultimately harmless. However, Five Feet Of Fury suspected this intense tonguing from Sasha wasn’t incidental. No, it was obvious this fervent frantic fucking was a deliberate attempt to make a fool out of Bliss, undermining her authority at every turn by paying no heed to any of her actual orders and overwhelming her with an orgasmic ecstasy so fierce that she was rendered practically incapacitated, the normally all-too-talkative top unable to form a coherent sentence or even a cogent thought. Instead, her only auditory emissions were mindless moans, each cry of jubilee more raucous than the zealous squeal that preceded it. Yet that continued concession to these earth-shattering waves of pleasure wasn’t the biggest sign of the new RAW signee’s pleasure. No, that came via the shameful reality that Alexa hadn’t let up on licking Sasha’s muff throughout this whole ordeal. In fact, this outstanding orgasm seemed to just propel the athletic aphrodite to lap at that lap with a renewed sense of purpose, moaning into The Boss’s brown inner thighs as she began gradually coming down from her mental high, but this decrease in glee didn’t deter Banks in the slightest. Showing how deeply she adored pushing her long wet tongue in and out of her ex-slut’s sex slit, Sasha continued orally penetrating her nubile nemesis’s saccharine sweet walls long after the blonde babe’s climax subsided, the horsewoman hellbent on bringing the 2x SmackDown Women’s Champ to another intense peak.
If this continued cunnilingus was supposed to be some triumphant demonstration of dominance on Sasha’s part, no one had told her. In all honesty, the once proud Superstar may have never felt more pathetic in her entire life. When Charlotte had turned her into the equivalent of 2 dollar whore by churning her bowels for hours upon hours, Sasha still could grasp onto an itsy bitsy crumb of dignity by knowing she had fallen prey to a woman who had claimed butt bitches and slutty subs left and right. But her inability to properly control this surge of lustful urges whilst eating out Alexa fucking Bliss, an overrated bleach blonde bimbo who couldn’t lace her fucking boots, was downright disgraceful. She had already gotten her pretty little face drenched in cunt cream, yet she craved more, and she hated that she craved more, but she couldn’t deny that she did. That was why she audibly shrieked with uncontainable excitement the moment when Alexa hit yet another climax that rocked her entire body, the former cheerleader blithely writhing over Banks’s face as she squirted her cunny honey down into her defeated opponent’s eager lips. Sasha was moderately more successful swallowing that rush of juices flowing out of that front hole this time, but Alexa’s bucking hips provided an obstacle in terms of The Legit Boss’s ability to obtain every ounce of that sweet sticky liquid, leading to a hefty amount landing all over her face once again. Valiantly striving to prove the third time was the charm, Sasha exhibited remarkable stamina by persisting in her pussy pleasing, her tongue going for another round, the former NXT Alpha vowing not to quit orally pleasuring that cute little orifice until her appetite for girl cum was satiated. Thankfully, it only took a few more minutes for Sasha to sense her victorious opponent was reaching another big O, the Bostonian mentally preparing herself this time in order to ensure she would finally achieve her valiant goal of getting every drop of Alexa’s slick fluids down her throat. Sadly, her fantasies were once more foiled as she finally felt a furious fervid rapture of her own. Alexa’s own soft tongue had fucked Sasha’s cunt with such relentless rapidity that The Boss was helpless against the incomparable arousal surging through her, her swollen clit twitching as her imminent orgasm was nearing orbit, Sasha set off like a rocket as she felt every single inch of Alexa’s unbelievably long tongue sliding in and out of her slit, the diminutive drama queen coating the entirety of the Horsewoman’s inner walls with her warm saliva. Like a 4th of July fireworks display, Sasha exploded, her saccharine sinful slick surging out onto Alexa’s face as Banks encountered a cavalcade of chaotic climaxes, each one messier than the last. Ever so diligent, Sasha kept trying to earn some more delectable pussy juice that could trickle down her throat even as she was upended by these mind-bending orgasms, but her body was convulsing with such unequivocal ferocity that she found herself struggling to do anything other than wail with unwavering wonderment, and by the time these waves of pleasure hit low tide, Alexa rolled off of the Horsewoman’s hot heaving body, her once unstoppable adrenaline utterly drained after undergoing multiple peaks and gulping down her fellow grappler’s own cunt cream. The slender blonde simply laid on this cushy mattress for the next several minutes, in anguish as she worked tirelessly trying to catch her breath, panting like a wild hound on a cloudless day, endlessly fending off the exhaustion overtaking her whilst a hefty amount of Sasha’s sugary sweet girl cum dried on her face.
Oh God, she felt so slutty and used. Not only was she totally spent from Sasha’s unrepentant tonguing but she was also drenched in that wicked woman’s juices of jubilee, and she hadn’t felt in control for quite some time now. All of the authority she had wielded heading into this affair had largely dissipated and she now found herself in the same position she had always been in when with Sasha--wrapped around the caramel skinned beauty’s finger, relinquishing every ounce of control she possessed as her mind, soul, and body were all under Sasha’s subjugation. She had entered The Boss’s bedroom with the whole world in her hands. How had she let all of that slip through the cracks?
Capitalizing on her opponent’s momentary weakness, Sasha smirked as she rolled over and examined Bliss in her disheveled state, admiring the fact that the little bitch was covered in her cum, “You know, Lexi, I don’t think you’ve ever looked better.”
“Shut up!” was the only comeback that came from the alleged Alpha, this supposedly tough top whining like a spoilt petulant child.
“That the best you got, Miss Bliss?” Sasha chuckled, deliberately puffing out her chest in a show of strength, “God, I can’t believe you actually thought you could top me.”
“I can! I-I am !” Alexa insisted, shouting, “On your hands and knees! Now!”
“What happens if I don’t?” Banks pushed, continuing to offer up an assertive tone even if she still felt a tad anxious about how much power she could truly claim she possessed at present.
Bliss paused, her heart thumping so loud she couldn’t hear herself think. What would happen? What leverage did she have over Sasha other than prevailing in their agreed-upon bet? How could she actually ensure Sasha’s submission?
Deciding all she could really do was appeal to upholding the rules, Alexa squeaked, “We had a deal…”
“And I should follow it because?” Sasha predictably replied, trapping the wannabe RAW Alpha Female into a corner.
Eventually attempting to gain command of the situation, Five Feet of Fury huffed, “Because I said so! I won fair and square, so now you’re gonna be a good little girl and listen to me.
“Aw, is that right, sweetheart?” Sasha patronized.
“Yes!” The former SmackDown star snapped, doing her best to not be deterred, although her voice shaked and cracked a bit as she spoke. “So get into doggy and let my mouth prepare your yummy little asshole for its true purpose.
Sasha simpered, quickly quipping, “If you wanna kiss my ass, I suppose that’s fine.”
Flustered, Alexa stammered before changing course, “I-I-I-no. I’m not gonna taste your nasty ass ever again.”
“Hm, that’s funny, Lexi. You just said it was yum-“
“Bayley! Mickie! Get your fat asses up on this bed right now!”
Unsurprisingly, Mickie scrambled to get on top of this bed within a moment’s notice, eagerly positioning herself right by Alexa’s side, looking up at her mistress and awaiting said mistress’s next orders. Bayley, on the other hand, wasn’t as quick to the draw. In fact, the pathetic bitch seemed to actually hesitate for a few long seconds before slothily crawling over to the bedpost and climbing up onto the mattress itself, sitting next to Mickie, unable to make direct eye contact with any of the other women. The same doting docility Bliss had brought out in her all those months ago was bubbling up to the surface once more, and she both loved and hated herself for it.
Paying no heed to the feelings of either of the big bottomed bottoms, Alexa snarled, “Now, kiss Sasha’s lowly ass like a good little pair of bitches.”
“Yes Mistress Bliss,” Mickie instantly chirped back with a grin.
“...Yes...Yes Mistress Bliss,” Bayley softly murmured with a sigh, though she struggled to prevent showing the sliver of excitement she gained from being given the privilege of rimming her best friend’s shapely backside.
With those eager affirmations, Mickie and Bayley were off to the races, their lips wandering all across Sasha’s pert posterior as they assumed the role of literal ass-kissers. The brunette country bumpkin and the ponytail sporting putz each took on a respective cheek, Mickie targeting the left, and Bayley worshipping the right. The two sexy submissive Superstars’ became entirely lost in this world of resolute resignation, planting trail after trail of wet sloppy kisses on this formerly dominant woman’s plump caramel flesh, starting up at the top of those lush gargantuan globes then working their way down before moving back up again. This process continued for several minutes, the two bottoming bimbos growing increasingly enthusiastic the longer they received the privilege of glorifying this breathtakingly beautiful booty. Well, okay, Mickie had been ecstatic right from the start, but Bayley took a bit more time getting accustomed to exalting this ample ass. It wasn’t the act itself that repulsed Bayley. Her fellow Horsewoman had very generously allowed her to rim this cute backside on numerous occasions and the once sweet and innocent fangirl had learned to love committing such a taboo act on the woman who had gradually become both her closest friend and greatest rival. What made her contemplate for a few extra long seconds was the humbling reality that she was so easily letting Alexa dictate her behavior yet again, Bayley’s silent vow to ensure her embarrassing night at the Royal Rumble was a mere fluke slowly slipping away and being replaced with a startling realization that her immediate impulse upon receiving orders from the tiny blonde was unquestioning obedience. Fortunately, it proved difficult to become too fixated on the deeper implications of that when she was getting a taste of The Boss’s bulbous behind, though she couldn’t be completely shameless--not when Sasha was taking this opportunity to taunt both her and Mickie for how quick they were to pay their respect to these luscious cheeks.
“Mmm, that’s right bitches, kiss that ass. Mm, yeah, kiss it good! If Little Miss Bitch isn’t gonna take her rightful place, then you two will do, I guess. Just don’t let up. Oh, yeah, show my ass the respect it deserves, which is a lot. I’m the best, The Boss, the greatest wrestler to ever step in this ring. Pe-ri-od. So really get into it. Move your lips all up in there. Tongue that crack if you want. Mmm, no wait, that’s what I want so you’re gonna do it. Mmm, you think this is humiliating me, Lexi? I love a pair of little lesbo bitches tonguing my ass, so try again!”
Bliss blushed furiously as she watched Sasha Banks in her natural state--degrading whichever slutty subs she deemed to be below her level--the feisty 5 footer feeling helpless to step in and stop Sasha from trying to act dominant yet again. Really, it should be laughable. The terms the two women laid out for their bet had made the consequences for the loser abundantly clear, and all this posturing from Sasha was obviously a desperate attempt to save face. Alexa shouldn’t be giving her defeated opponent’s deluded dominance the time of day, but she found herself captivated by how effortlessly this gifted grappler could turn this situation on its head. Instructing this pair of fucktoys to deliver a rim job was Alexa’s way of setting the stage for the prideful wrestler’s puckered hole to more easily accept what was coming to it, and yet, Sasha used this moment as a means to seize power, talking down to the veteran and the Horsewoman just like she had talked down to little Pixie Princess Alexa a few years ago. Sure, Alexa had also asserted her dominance over these two pieces of ass, but when she had done so, it felt like an actual accomplishment as she was successfully progressively breaking away from the lowly status she had fallen into in NXT. Watching Sasha, it simply seemed like this was second nature for the purple haired hottie, and that the notion that Banks could be anything other than a totally dominant top was outright irrational. A tall and toned second generation “genetically superior” ghost of Sasha’s past proved otherwise, but for right now, The Boss appeared to be much closer to the once feared and revered dom that thoroughly wrecked every wrestler’s rectum day in and day out as opposed to the blubbering bubble butt bottom that bent over after experiencing another psyche crushing loss.
Matters weren’t helped when Mickie and Bayley took Banks’ advice and slid their tongues down in tandem, lapping at that backdoor like a pair of mangy mutts on a sunny day being led to a bowl of ice cold water. Alexa’s instincts grew more and more depraved as she deprived herself of knowing the joys Bayley and Mickie were experiencing at present, the ex-SmackDown star tempted to butt in right between those two bottoms and move her own incredibly long tongue down that entrance in order to allow her tingling taste buds the chance to once more endure the ecstasy that came from licking Sasha Banks’ tasty anus. While Bayley’s meaty butt cheeks were the place her face had spent the most time buried in back in NXT, the occasions Alexa got to dine on Sasha’s ass were equally divine. She felt such a deep honor getting to press her face in between the beautiful bubble butt of a goddess like the boss and...oh fuck. Why had her resounding dominance morphed into resigned sublime submission? Why could she feel the wetness between her thighs increase exponentially the longer she pictured herself munching that booty while listening to Sasha spew a litany of demeaning remarks tailor made to trigger further powerlessness within the arrogant ex-gymnast? Each subservient thought she had sought and wrought to fight against was flung her way at full throttle, Bliss being given no time to breathe as her normally stunning and cunning brain was running on fumes, her libido ploddingly pleading with her to toss her overbearing ego off into the ether and surrender to the plethora of undignified impulses pulsing through her already weakened body. Sasha’s laser-focused tongue fucking had successfully debilitated her typically stupendously strong stamina, a flicker of fatigue falling over the five foot female, and thus trying to be a new and improved domineering version of herself seemed like it required an insurmountable amount of extra effort to effectively achieve. Alexa did her level best to drum up some self motivation, telling herself it would all be worth it to get a piece of Sasha’s sexy supple ass, but that encouraging voice became fainter and fainter as time went on.
Sasha Banks, on the other hand, found herself confronted with a contradictory combo. In one respect, she felt emphatically emboldened as she continued to talk smack about the two masterclass technicians whose faces were presently buried in her bunghole, the verbal venom she was delivering leading her to feel closer to her old “Boss” persona than she had in months. On the flip side, she also knew she was stepping out of line yet again, and that such disregard for the agreed upon power dynamics of the night could lead to a fierce punishment at the hands of Five Feet of Fury. Seeing Bayley spreading her meaty round mounds of ass all those months ago, over-emphasizing how abused her slutty little asshole had become thanks to Alexa’s long and girthy strap-on, was enough evidence to indicate to Banks that Alexa was more than capable of offering up an absolute anal annihilation, and by poking the bear a bit here, she could be opening the door for her backdoor to be open even wider than The Hugger’s wrecked rectum had been. True, Bayley was more submissive than she had ever been, but Nikki Bella wasn’t, and Bliss took her down like it was nothing. Granted, Alexa went on to become Naomi’s anal plaything almost immediately after attaining Alpha status, which let some skepticism around Alexa’s alleged attitude change slither its way into Sasha’s head, but by and large, she knew it was a risk to be acting so authoritative at the moment—especially since she knew the purpose of this rimming deep down. This anilingus wasn’t a sign of respect but rather a preparation process. Bayley and Mickie were both working tirelessly to shove their tongues as deep as they could go inside Sasha’s puckered hole in order to ensure ‘Mistress Bliss’ would have the easiest access possible to this orifice. Consequently, Sasha surmised that maybe that’s exactly what she wanted. Fuck, maybe she was acting all high and mighty and talking shit to these two bitches because she wanted to spur Alexa on towards delivering an extra brutal rectum ramming. Putting on this bold brave face would be a way to further enrage this exquisite blonde babe enough so that she would fully ruin the Horsewoman’s anal ring, although it wasn’t like the Boss could present this dominant persona for much longer, not when Bayley and Mickie decided to remind the once self assured woman of tonight’s purpose by taking turns tongueing the inside of that cute little booty, Mickie being the first sub to get as best of a taste of this big butt as she could by pressing her warm wet tongue forward inside Banks’ anal passage, that long moist muscle maneuvering through Sasha’s ample ass with utter ease and getting surprisingly far into its depths on top of that. Oh God, Sasha seriously hated how simple it was for that tongue to plunge deep into her back hole. While her loosened ass didn’t allow Mickie’s tongue to reach the absolute deepest part of this in-ring technician’s top tier tush, it still accepted way more of that soft tongue than Sasha would have ever thought possible. Her lush pudgy backside had once been completely virgin tight as she centered her entire career around savagely ravaging the rotund rears of her vanquished opponents. Now she could feel every inch of this country bumpkin’s tongue wriggling around in her ass, and worse, she could feel unadulterated arousal racing through her as a result of that. Truthfully, the burning of fire of desire that spread through her as she got the joint experience of licking pussy and getting her pussy licked had never been extinguished, but feeling her plump rump get penetrated in this sinfully taboo way was elevating her emphatic and ecstatic euphoria to a whole new plain. Although that wasn’t all too surprising given the fact she was growing closer to accepting her newfound status as a full-fledged backdoor whore
Because make no mistake—she was getting butt fucked right now. By a bottom. It wasn’t with a large lengthy rubber phallus like she had grown accustomed to, but it was still a form of sordid sodomy nonetheless, and it elicited all of the same reactions Sasha found herself giving when she was getting pounded by a man made girl cock, her enthusiastic gasps and squeals bouncing off the walls while Mickie’s tongue pushed forward and back, and those moans only multiplied once Bayley ‘tagged in’. After Mickie spent several moments greedily hogging that well-abused whore whole to herself, forcing the Hugger to move aside, the fun-loving ponytail sporting champ doing her best to satiate her appetite for ass by defaulting back to merely kissing that right round cheek, her eyes darting over frequently to the country girl’s A-plus anilingus, silently wishing she could take Mickie’s place. So, when Mickie took it upon herself to be needlessly generous and step aside to allow the RAW Women’s Champ a chance to inhale the flavor of Sasha’s incredible booty, Bayley practically leapt with glee before swiftly burying her radiant face into that rectal entrance, her prior-held exasperated apprehension evaporating entirely as her skyrocketing libido once again possessed her body like the inexorable demon it was. She savoured sampling that cleft, always adoring any opportunity she had to voraciously devour this fine piece of ass meat, before she did her due diligence and swapped places with James. The two women engaged in this back and forth for several more minutes, cherishing every sound escaping Sasha’s lips throughout as those joyful noises signified that these slutty subs were pleasing this superior woman.
Contrariwise, those same cries of elation that served as a source of motivation for these weaker-willed women racked at Bliss’s brain, eating at her very core. Every voice in her head was doubtlessly shouting to shove those moronic skanks off the bed and onto the floor in order to secure herself a spot in preparing Sasha’s soon-to-be-fucked butthole. At least, she repeated to herself over and over again that was the reason why she so urgently yearned to replace Bayley and Mickie in their sexploits, but she couldn’t deny the intimidating overarching thought that the only reason she envisioned herself in their position was because she wanted to exalt the astonishing ass she had been previously acquainted with on countless occasions. Regardless of the reasoning, Alexa was finding it difficult to maintain anything resembling resolve as she continued to bear witness to this mesmerizing set of rim jobs. The fiercely ear-piercing palpitations of her wicked heart began to rival the thunderous howls let out by Sasha, Alexa unable to ignore her overpowering fantasies. In a flash, she wormed her way between both of these fat-assed bitches and effectively forced them out of the picture, shooting an icy death glare in both of their directions in order to communicate their job was done here. However, she of course didn’t keep that bad-assery up as her next course of action was becoming a certified ass muncher, her tongue feverishly fucking the Boss’s butt with the same breakneck bravado that had defined her pussy licking minutes ago. Her self-control now sent into an unassailable imbalance, Alexa became beguiled by the enraptured responses of her trounced adversary just as Bayley and Mickie had been moments before, the aspiring Alpha now identical to all of the whimpering subs wandering around the wrestling world chronically craving the attention of a big bad dom.
Momentarily ignoring the actuality that her ass was being prepped for what would most likely be a legendary fucking, Sasha seized upon the newly christened top’s unmistakable enthusiasm as a means of offering a more confident outlook than she actually possessed, “Mmm there you go Lexi. Just like old times, huh? Ohh, I’m surprised it took you so long, Lex. Or that you let anyone else have a turn at all. That you didn’t just use that hot little mouth of yours to lick my asshole the first chance you got. Because really, it’s been way too long, hasn’t it Lexi? Aww, haven’t you missed this? Yeah, haven’t you missed--oh, feisty!”
Sasha’s running commentary was quickly cut off by an incensed Bliss delivering a smack to The Boss’s perfectly sculpted butt while continuing her tush tonguing, though the fact that Sasha replied with a rather condescending faux encouragement wasn’t very heartening for the effectiveness of this line of attack. She tried to deliver a couple more blows to that booty but those smacks also seemed to provoke nothing more than unimpressed giggling intermixed with the persistence of her gratified and satisfied moans. Indignantly whining, Alexa’s brain jumped through hoop after hoop as she tried to craft a solution towards salvaging her status, her disregard for decorum coming back to bite her hard. Reluctantly removing her tongue from that rectal ring, Bliss pressed her finger against Banks’s behind, tracing around that tiny puckered hole, her hand trembling as she was finally going to demonstrate dominance over this formerly powerful Horsewoman. Taking a deep breath, she steadily thrusted her index digit forward into that anal tunnel, letting the tip of her finger lay dormant in that backdoor for several seconds before continuing, eventually making enough progress that every bit of skin up to the knuckle was firmly encased inside this juicy butt. Yet, even though she was stuffing Banks’s backhole full of finger, something seemed to be missing. By all accounts, this gentle pumping should be viewed as a victory for Bliss. She was stretching her ex tormentor's ass out in front of a pair of anal loving bitches that they both had a connection to and subsequently was showcasing the fallen star status of this brash Beantown resident. The Boss adored the feeling of this finger so much that once Alexa pulled that digit back, making it so that once more only the tip was was enclosed within that easily accessible anal entryway, she actually began bouncing her booty back, putting forward her best effort to get all of that digit back up her slutty caboose where it belonged. That magnificent demonstration of Sasha’s debauched mindset should have been more than enough to appease Alexa, but bizarrely, the blonde felt nothing. Even after she decided to really stretch the bitch good and shove another finger inside that orifice, she remained thoroughly underwhelmed, this shining achievement registering to her as nothing more than dull.
Perhaps she would be more moved if she cut to the main event—i.e. shoving a nice thick 12 inch ramrod deep inside Sasha’s butt. Surely her emotions were stagnant only because she wasn’t doing enough. She really had been preparing this asshole for far too long, Sasha probably could have taken a dick in her ass just like that—no extra pageantry required. Alexa had warmed up this hot booty for so long because she thought it would be fun, but it was apparent that portion of the evening had run its course. She needed to accomplish what she had set out to do from the get go—make Sasha’s spectacular backside permanently hers. But why did that thought now seem more intimidating than enticing?
Brushing off this unexpected uneasiness, Alexa turned to Mickie and barked, “Strap-on. Now.”
Mickie swiftly obliged, well accustomed to being the tiny feisty chickenshit fighter’s pack mule at this point. Crawling over to Alexa’s increasingly infamous gym bag, the brunette scoured its contents, trying to guess which dildo length was appropriate for the occasion. Mickie herself preferred Alexa’s near unfathomable 14 incher and imagining Sasha’s cute little shit chute getting defiled on a monster cock that massive was semi-intriguing, but she also selfishly wanted to keep that dick to herself. Besides, she didn’t want to overshoot anything. Sasha was obviously a far cry from a backdoor virgin but she undoubtedly didn’t have the same anal expertise that Mickie did. Or that Bayley did for that matter. Therefore, James figured it would be best to find a length that struck the right balance between horrifyingly humiliation and perfectly pleasurable, promptly settling on grabbing Bliss’s thick 12 incher. After obtaining that object of anal obstruction, the experienced sub inched over to her expectant mistress and handed her a harness and a toy. Bliss studied the size of this ass destroyer and gently stroked the tip, clearly pondering how adequately this strap-on stacked up against her standards before surmising it was semi-sufficient, at least that’s what Mickie gathered while watching the blonde bombshell slowly slip on that harness and attach that fake phallus around her waist.
Alexa’s chest heaved as her breath grew heavy, the pint-sized stunner speaking out in a quiet quavering voice, “Spread your cheeks.”
“Mistress” Bliss hated that she couldn’t conjure up a more commanding tone, but every bone in her body had tensed up the second this longstanding fantasy was poised to become a reality. After doing all she could drum up a prepotent reputation for herself, she was finally going to shove a giant fuckstick up the butt of her greatest tormentor. Bliss bit her lip out of adamant anxiety, pressing the head of her rubber shaft against her arch adversary’s puckered hole, doing her best to stay steady while she quaked uncontrollably out of a fierce fear of failure that sliced through her very soul. Her nerves had never been this noticeable amidst an opportunity for dominance, but the stakes had never been higher. Becky Lynch was a worthless slut who had always been and would always be relegated to the role of a superior woman’s piece of property, and the same went for Mickie James. Bayley had presented more of a threat, albeit barely, but Alexa could snuff out the blood in the water right when she entered that locker room. Even Nikki Bella, the allegedly untouchable “Fearless” Alpha of SmackDown Live, hadn’t generated such a visceral response within the cutesy conqueror. No, it was only Sasha Banks, the woman who had bent her over in the NXT makeup room and pounded her plump rump so intently and intensely that her most taboo fuckhole had become a gaping red crater stretched so wide a whole semi-truck could fit inside there easily, who could make her doubt everything she had worked for. Even watching this defeated hottie slowly pull apart her juicy chocolate globes at a snail’s pace, doing her best to accentuate how accessible her asshole now was, going so far as to slowly wiggle back and forth to further hypnotize Alexa, was providing next to no comfort or confidence boost. Alexa should be drooling with desire and instead she was crippled with self-doubt.
Simultaneous to Alexa’s contemplation, Sasha shut her eyes tight and grimaced whilst waiting for her hellish fate. She had effectively worn out all the available options for procrastinating, and she would soon have to live with the inexplicably strong shame that came with getting sodomized by her own ex-sub. Well, she supposed she could probably protest or again point out that just because these were the locker room rules didn’t mean she had to feel obligated to follow them, but she knew those attempts, while perhaps impactful in the short term, could make the long term effects of this night even worse. So she exhaled deeply and—
“N-no, I-I can’t do this!”
Sasha’s eyes shot open, the former member of the BFFs glancing all around the room, her brow furrowing with bafflement. The tip of the dick once knocking at her backdoor was now absent entirely and Sasha had no clue what to do with this development.
“What?” Sasha eventually inquired, astounded and confounded.
Alexa’s outburst had been a surprise to even herself, as she didn’t really intend to say or do any of that, it had just kind of naturally occurred. Trying her best to backpedal, all Bliss could do was stammer.
“Er...um...I mean..I mean..”
Sasha saw an opening to shift the outcome of this night, but she still had to play her cards right, “What are you trying to say, Lexi? Aren’t you gonna top me?”
“No!” The word came out of Alexa’s mouth before she ever realized what she was saying and once she did she was quick to correct, “I-I mean yes! I mean yes! Yes…”
The clock stopped as silence surrounded the atmosphere, the room so quiet that the drop of a pin would now be akin to the sound of thunder shattering in the skies. Alexa knew the truth. She knew the one word that was actually on her mind currently. She knew exactly what she was going to have to say to the woman she was supposed to be dismantling.
“...No. I mean no.”
Another pause befell the room before The Boss began to burst into an awe-induced laughter fit. She then couldn’t cease this clamorous laughing, her disorienting chortling bouncing off the walls and the room, echoing not only in this hotel suite but in Alexa’s mind, her devastatingly humiliating inability to achieve her objective being permanently drilled into her brain in the form of the former RAW Women’s Champion’s cacophonous cackling. In fact, her head was beginning to spin as reality hit her. She wanted desperately to restart this whole disastrous rendezvous, but she knew she had dug her own grave and couldn’t escape.
Feeling a new sense of encouragement surging through her, Sasha broke away from her compromising position and turned around to meet the disgraced face of this self-destructing dom, further prodding, “What happened, Lexi? Everything seemed set?”
Alexa stuttered with flustered bluster, “YOU...I..I just..OHH..”, before the floodgates were finally busted open, Little Miss Bliss laying everything out, “I couldn’t do it, okay? Now you can fucking make fun of me forever! But I...I just can’t picture you as a bottom. Oh God, I want to. I do. I do. I want to top you. But seeing you submit for me, it felt so...wrong. Ugggh, I hate you, but I, ergh, I love you as a top. Ok? You won. Kind of. So just go and we can pretend this never happened.”
Alexa didn’t even have to let that last sentence hang for a single second to know that wasn’t a stipulation Banks would go for.
“No, no, no. I wanna explore this more.” Sasha simpered with a twinkle in her eye. “You were the one who made this whole little bet and now you’re not gonna follow through? What gives? You knew well before tonight I was an awesome butt busting top. So why did you ever want me to submit in the first place? Or...didn’t you? Was this all a ploy to get me to destroy your sexy little bubble butt? ‘Cause I’ll do it, Lex. I’ll do it with pleasure. Mmm, bend you over like the old days and have you hurting real good.”
Alexa paused, unable to hide her red-as-a-tomato face, fighting to gain some composure as she eventually replied, “What I want is for us to drop this, okay? I just...wasn’t ready for all of this yet. But I will be. That’s a promise.”
“Yeah, ok,” Sasha wickedly snickered, and then, after several silent seconds of neither girl moving, decided to push things further forward by softly instructing, “Give me that strap-on.”
Alexa nearly collapsed, that command hitting her out of nowhere like a verbal RKO, before dazedly responding, “Wh-wha…”
Sighing, Sasha snarked, “You never have been great at listening, huh? I said give me that strap-on. Now.”
Alexa gulped but didn’t act immediately. Instead, she sat as still as a statue and mustered a loathsome glower towards this in-ring expert. She had miserably failed in her attempt to top her ex-dom, but complying with what was implied here would send her back about 3 years and would deem any progress she had achieved up to this point regarding her image utterly meaningless. She couldn’t give up and give in. She had vowed to never fall back into being a worthless slutty cock pocket whose main goal in life was to acquiesce all her power to her betters in society. She wouldn’t dare!
Right?
Right?!
Pathetically mewling and lowering her head, Bliss blushed an even brighter ruby red as she detached the dildo and harness from her waist and handed both items over to the smug Horsewoman. She felt her bottom lip tremble as she fought off the impulse to sloppily sob, just barely managing to hold on as she watched Sasha lick her lips whilst taking in the sight of the terrifying 12 incher she had just gained possession of, proudly attaching it to her hot body sooner rather than later. It went without saying at this point that Bliss’s nightmare was only beginning, the Boss delivering another cruel yet clear decree.
“Suck my cock,” Sasha directed as she laid down on the bed, the delivery a bit stiff as she was honestly still a bit floored the scales had instantly tipped so heavily in her favor. “Oh, I wanna watch you prove what a little wannabe you are by bobbing your big beautiful head up and down my dick.”
“Sasha…” Alexa softly pleaded, her eyes a wide as saucers.
“Save it.” The Legit Boss scolded before laying in the kicker, “And that’s MISTRESS Sasha, thank you very much.”
Doing her best (but failing miserably) to respond with a menacing scowl, Bliss defiantly yet quietly retorted, “No way. Never again will I call you that.”
“I want you to listen to me and listen to me carefully, precious,” Sasha spoke slowly and sternly, “You’re the one who did this. The odds were in YOUR favor, and YOU decided to throw that all away. So you’re gonna be a good braindead slut and do as I say.”
Fuck, that giant rubber cock really was calling Alexa’s name—she had to get her mouth on it one way or another. What was the harm in uttering that old familiar title? She had basically surrendered herself at this point anyway.
Gritting her teeth, Bliss quickly hissed, “Yes...Mistress Sasha.”
Furious, the feisty five footer worked herself up into a fervor, forcefully grabbing hold of the lengthy fuckstick she had acquiesced to The Boss and shoving it up into her mouth before bobbing her head up and down on that dick at the speed of light, saliva dribbling out of her mouth due to the supersonic pace at which she devoured this cock. Thankfully, her temporary tormentor was making it all the easier for her to coat that cock in saliva by thrusting upwards into that oral orifice, the combination of Alexa’s head nodding up and down and Sasha moving her hips forward allowing that rubber dildo to get even deeper inside the hot blonde’s throat. Either impressively or humiliatingly, Bliss was able to keep her gag reflex under control throughout this rough facefucking, noisily choking for the first few minutes before slowly settling down, only offering muffled moans. Warm waves of ecstasy began to course through her body and that’s when she realized she was actually getting off on this abuse, triggering streams of tears to pour out of her eyes. Her now ruined mascara matched her equally smeared lipstick, this massacred makeup a direct result of this brutal blowjob. Increasing that viciousness, Sasha reached forward and caught this wannabe’s pink and blonde hair in a death grip, pulling that head down as she continued pumping her rubber ramrod in between those glossy pink lips. That was when the SmackDown ex-Alpha’s gag reflex finally started to do its job, the golden haired sexpot coughing up a storm the longer her airwaves were stuffed full of thick long rubber.
Adding to this awful turn of events, Alexa’s stunning shift in fortunes was not without witnesses. It had seemed perfect to have Bayley and Mickie around as a captive audience when WWE’s self proclaimed Wicked Witch was slated to obliterate the Boss. But now that Alexa was the one who had succumbed to Sasha, this power play had some really undesirable side effects. There Mickie and Bayley sat, perched up on all fours like a duo of domesticated dogs, watching with wide-eyed wonder as Alexa’s lips were treated like a cheap whore’s cunt. Mickie looked on shaken and shocked, detesting that she was bearing witness to the downfall of her mistress. She had given Alexa everything and she had not yet been disappointed by the tough and tiny top, as the petite blonde strived to provide Mickie with constant reminders reaffirming her status as a bottom-rung plaything unfit to be compared with real women. Thus, seeing her owner get so ruthlessly owned was heart wrenching for the docile veteran. Although, it did make her increasingly curious what life would be like if Sasha assumed the role of Alpha. Oh, sure, it hurt to see Alexa get so completely dismantled but maybe it would be a net positive when all was said and done?
Bayley’s emotions were strikingly similar. She had been by Sasha’s side through the highs and the lows of the caramel skinned combatant’s career, and thus had been made privy to how skillful Banks could be as a psyche shattering top and how shameless Banks could be as a grubby groveling bottom. Regardless, both scenarios left Bayley to deal with a sopping wet cunt as she took in the mystic mythic magic of Sasha’s intoxicating naked body. Therefore, watching Sasha hammer away at a girl, specifically a girl who had been nothing but a burden to the both of them, was a rewarding sight. That being said, she couldn’t help but feel a slight sadness wash over her as she watched the great degradation Bliss was enduring right now. The night Alexa had flipped the switch and laid claim to Bayley ran rampant through The Hugger’s mind and she had secretly prayed her friend would face that same fate sooner rather than later because the pleasures brought about by Alexa’s dominance were incomparable to any sensation Bayley had experience, the blonde perhaps setting herself apart as one of the greatest doms Bayley had ever met—well, excluding one Japanese Joshi exception. So while this comeuppance was semi-satisfying, Bayley kind of hope Sasha would let up at least a little bit in order to ensure the damage done to Alexa’s domineering sensibilities was not irreparable.
As if she could read the RAW champ’s mind, Sasha offered a rare show of sympathy and forced the former gymnast’s head up and off that towering 12 inch toy, callously flinging her enervating body away, the gorgeous golden haired grappler landing on the mattress near Sasha’s long slender legs. Bliss began gasping for air, hopelessly seeking recovery not only for her damaged windpipe but also for her deteriorating reputation. The rehabilitation for the latter was going to be difficult to come by, as Sasha’s right leg started to prod at Bliss’s ribs, giving the conquered cocksucker the cue her presence was required once more. Alexa resignedly wormed her way upwards, struggling to look her old top turned vanquished foe turned top once more in the eyes, her gaze just barely meeting Banks’ face.
“Look Sasha...Tonight was a mi-mistake on my part..Ok?..Let’s just…” Alexa began hoarsely croaking with pleading beady eyes, trying to save face and guarantee she could leave Sasha’s room with a miniscule sliver of dignity intact.
Interjecting, Sasha spat, “On all fours. Spread those cheeks nice and wide.”
“Sashaaa…” Bliss weakly whimpered.
“Did I fucking stutter?” Sasha snapped back.
Alexa wanted to say something. Anything. She knew she probably needed to deflect and defend in some way if she didn’t want to become a total laughing stock for the rest of her main roster life. But her body seemed to be acting in dissonance to her brain, the blonde’s torso quickly twisting around so that the former cheerleader would be perfectly posed in doggy style position and her hands swiftly shooting back and clutching onto her plush pillowy butt cheeks, slowly spreading them apart, giving Banks the best possible view of her puckered pink backhole. God, a couple of months ago, she had laid claim to Nikki Bella’s sexy supple ass--had she seriously slipped back into submission so soon?
It certainly appeared that way, as Alexa did everything in her power to be powerless, making sure she pulled her ass cheeks apart as wide as possible in an attempt to entice the Boss. That strategy seemed to do the trick as she instantly felt that saliva covered rubber dick pressing against her anal tunnel, though that most likely was a move Sasha would’ve made regardless of how far apart her fleshy globes were, and it was a move Alexa absolutely hated...and loved...and hated that she loved. Oh, she hated that her eager little O-Ring was trembling with anticipation as the cool saliva tip of her strap-on cock butted right up against it, and she hated most of all that Sasha wisely left that toy there for what felt like an eternity, letting anticipation build up inside the defeated bombshell. For the next several minutes, the only sound that rang in Bliss’s ears was the deafening rapid thud of her own heart frantically palpitating—which, to be fair, was eventually accompanied by a set of bitchy little shrill and sniveling whimpers from the small and slender ex SmackDown Alpha. Was this a ploy for Alexa to plead? Did The Boss want Bliss to beg for a butt stuffing? And if so, had the five footer fallen so far that she would actually comply?
Fortunately, the haunting answer to that daunting question never saw the light of day because no sooner than the thought had entered Alexa’s mind did Sasha enter Bliss’s behind. Reliving her glory days, Sasha gradually inched each inch forward, glee gleaming in her glistening eyes as that rectum stretched wide open around that lengthy fuckstick, Alexa’s eyes going almost as wide as her easily accessible back passage as she felt every bit of this big fake phallus fill her enormous ass. Worst of all, she had hoped she would utter a bloodcurdling screech of strained pain the second that cock maneuvered through her bowels, but instead, her immediate reaction was a relieved sigh of ecstasy. As if this was comforting. As if this was exactly what she needed! She had hoped she had morphed into enough of a butt busting stud that getting savagely sodomized would be a totally unnatural sensation, but as Sasha had pointed out last week, even during her time as a top this wasn’t uncharted territory, courtesy of Asuka and Naomi. But those nights had meant nothing. Naomi, well, Alexa was obviously stringing her along and allowing her delusions of dominance just for her own amusement. 100%. That’s what had happened. No doubts. And Asuka was such a wicked ass tamer that Alexa wouldn’t be surprised if even Charlotte Flair herself would bend to the will of the Empress. The same Charlotte Flair Alexa dreamt of owning. But how could she ever achieve that when she couldn’t manage to turn the tables on this torrid tormentor, this ghost from her past that had quickly floated back into being a very real threat from her present? She didn’t know.
All she knew was that it was now patently obvious to everybody how much she had missed this, even as she did her best to suppress the moans automatically coming out of her mouth, though she wasn’t finding much success in doing so. Ugh, it wasn’t her fault this felt so good! Despite becoming Charlotte’s plaything in recent months, Sasha obviously hadn’t lost a step as a top, as she took her time stretching out the petite blonde rather than merely decimating her anal ring from the start. Yes, even though Alexa’s anticipating asshole obviously didn’t require such careful caution, Sasha was taking her sweet ol’ time sodomizing the embarrassed Superstar, as she was several minutes into this sexy sordid act and yet she had just now squeezed half of the length of her dildo inside that round rectum. That plodding penetration persisted for what felt like an eternity, leading Alexa to nearly whine as her greedy little asshole craved more cock—yet the poor pint-sized putz was struggling to generate the courage necessary to dish out backtalk of any kind. God, she knew lamenting about the pace of this buttfucking wouldn’t work towards turning the tables. In fact, it would, in all likelihood, further weaken her image. However, she would still be speaking out of turn, and any action that could be insinuated as disrespectful to this ass taming top was an offense so horrible that Alexa couldn’t contemplate committing to it for a single second. Her mind was melting and this horrifying reality was starting to settle. Underneath the veneer “Wicked Witch” was the same pitiful petrified Pixie Princess who didn’t belong here, and soon, everyone would know it. Yes, Bliss had no doubts The Boss would boldly boast about claiming her as a conquest to the entire locker room. Hell, she wouldn’t be surprised if Sasha was filming this whole affair because The Boss had all along hedged her bets on Alexa failing to get the job done, a bet she was obviously on the winning side of.
In actuality, Sasha was just very skilled at concealing her incredulity towards this entire clusterfuck of a situation. She was mostly silently counting her blessings that she had narrowly escaped a fate that was certain to cement her as a permanent submissive, the leisurely anal penetration she was at the helm of almost secondary. Almost. But with her reverse in fortunes also came the promising prospect that her time being relegated to the role of Charlotte Flair’s fuckdoll was nothing more than a meager fluke, and she remained as unstoppable as ever. Sure, she had to do some mental gymnastics to gloss over the fact she had started this night in a colossally compromising position, but the point was she felt powerful at present—especially since she had, after minutes upon minutes of deliberation, gotten every single inch of this footlong strap-on inside Alexa’s accommodating anal orifice.
“Mmhmm, that’s right,” Sasha sneered, “That’s every last inch shoved up your shithole, bitch. Oh, Lexi. Little lezzie Lexi. How I missed this. Mmmm, how I missed seeing you bent over like a dumbass bimbo, getting reamed like the absolute disgrace you are. Such a perfect image. Though it’s not a complete picture yet. Nah, it’s missing something. Something essential. Do you happen to know what that something is, Alexa? Hmmm? Oh, I know you’re at your best when you’re a mindless piece of fuckmeat, but I’m sure you can put your thinking cap on for a second and offer a semi-educated guess.”
“I...uh...guhhh…” Those meaningless nonsense noises were all that Alexa could sputter out at the moment, the blonde wound up too tightly by the shockwaves of ecstasy overwhelming her tiny body to answer with anything remotely intelligible. Although, even if she could, she wasn’t sure what to say. Well, she was 99% sure she knew what Sasha had planned, but this hadn’t exactly been a night predicated on predictability.
In this instance, however, Bliss’s suspicions were proven correct by The Boss, right after she chastised her for her inability to string together a cogent phrase together of course, “God, Lexi. I knew you were all bark and no bite and you’re still falling below my expectations. You can’t even manage a simple sentence! Fucking really? Whatever, it doesn’t matter, because I’m having too much fun to pass up this trip down memory lane. Bayleyyy! Get up here so we can give Alexa the full experience. You do remember what we used to do to her, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Bayley replied bashfully before pointing out, “I mean, it’s kind of hard not to given that the video of us doing it you sent out was just recently the talk of the locker room.”
“Fair,” Sasha smiled, “Just wanted to double check you knew what was up,”
Bayley knew all too well and decided to help Sasha out, albeit with anxious apprehension. She loved a rim job as much as the next gal, yet she still couldn’t help but feel her stomach churn as she envisioned a future devoid of Alexa’s dominance. However, she also recognized how imperative it was to show her loyalty to The Boss and so she played ball, first by tearing off the loud multicolored pants that clung to her backside, and then by crawling up onto the bed and positioning herself in front of the buoyant blonde’s radiant face in order to recreate the scene that had superbly shown Alexa's true nature, The Hugger’s bulbous behind millimeters away from the vanquished golden haired hottie. As if a switch had been flipped inside her, Alexa’s response was automatic and instantaneous, the petite and prissy picture-esque RAW draftee promptly plunged her tongue forward in between those luscious cheeks, happily lapping at that tiny bunghole she had become so greatly acquainted with in her past life. A series of soft moans poured out from her mouth as she savoured the familiar flavor dancing across her taste buds, though those gasps of glee were interrupted by a bloodcurdling cry of disappointment once she felt Sasha retract the rubber rod from her rectum, instead aiming for Alexa’s soaked cunt, the tip of this mammoth toy splitting apart the so-called Wicked Witch’s drenched pussy lips, which felt heavenly but it was nowhere near as divine as the anal invasion that came before it. Alexa supposed this change in holes was a necessity if the goal was to replicate that godawful sordid recording but this had been the first time since NXT that Bliss had been made privy to the privilege of receiving Sasha’s anal pounding prowess, so accuracy be damned! In reality, Alexa supposed she should be grateful she was getting a breather from this intense sodomy as it allowed her the chance to avoid breaking completely, but for some reason, that was the last thing on her mind. Instead, she yearned for that long schlong to return to her plump rump, yet she couldn’t be too upset about her current position as she was getting to rim what could possibly be the greatest ass in this business and getting to feel her twat pumped full of rubber cock from someone who irrefutably was the best top in this industry--with the most relentless dirty talk.
Showcasing that last attribute, Sasha didn’t hesitate in cheekily taunting her tormentor turned victim as she drudged up this terror from the tiny twerp’s past, joyfully reminding her, “Just like old times, right Lex? How did it go? ‘Little lezzie Lexi loves licking Bayley’s butthole’. Glad to see the shoe still fits.”
All Alexa could do was wistfully whimper, her shrill sniveling voice muffled by Bayley’s cavernous anal cavity, the rush of Bliss’s hot breath brushing against The Hugger’s back passage, causing the allegedly upright Horsewoman to bashfully and unabashedly giggle at that buzzing sensation. That laughter echoed through Alexa’s head, alternating between being a motivator for her to continue licking Bayley’s booty to her heart’s content and serving as a haunting daunting reminder of how rapidly her determination had declined within the span of one short night. Her mindset shifted from willful submission to burdensome realization seemingly every other second, the poor humiliated blonde straddling the surface of fulfilling her perceived purpose once more. She saw the intended fate that she sought to stake claim to quickly slipping away from her grasp and she was unable to regain control over the narrative as her body betrayed her with its propensity towards immeasurable pleasure. Her only path forward was to stay put and take this long hard girl cock inside her dripping wet snatch while dining on the RAW Women’s Champion’s A+ ass, doing her best to shut out all the alarming implications of this obscene scene.
Yet, Sasha set out on making that an impossibility as she turned her attention to the Country Girl serving as passive observer to these sexploits, smirking as she asked, “What do you think, bitch? Is it even better to watch this in person?”
“Oh yes…” Mickie affirmed before twisting the knife, “...Mistress Banks.”
That remark was enough to elicit Alexa’s loudest wail yet as she bemoaned this betrayal. She had given Mickie everything she needed and she had checked all of her boxes: blonde, athletic, successful. And this human housepet still tossed her aside to bask in Sasha’s glory. What a fucking traitor! But Bliss couldn’t really blame her. She was exposed as a sheep in wolf’s clothing while Sasha was showing herself to be the Alpha of the pack.
“Aw yeah, The Boss is back, baybay!” Bayley dorkily cheered on her friend in between moans from getting her butt munched on, the RAW champ glancing back to shoot her fellow Horsewoman a goofy toothy grin.
“Damn right,” Sasha smirked in return, then pushed, “Which is why it might be best if I take it from here.”
“Awww, come on,” The current champion pouted and then shuddered from Alexa’s impressive and ceaseless tonguing before bargaining, “Just five more minutes?”
“Uh-uh.” Sasha dismissed coldly. “I’ve got to prove myself by myself. Shoo.”
Bayley hung her head in disappointment but ultimately understood, “Okay, okay. But maybe more later?”
Simply smirking, Sasha shrugged, “We’ll see.”
The Boss then returned to the most pressing task at hand-- wrecking this snob’s shitpipe until she could never sit down again. At long last upping the ante, Sasha pulled out of this pipsqueak’s pretty pussy and began brashly crashing into her enemy’s ass, the sound of Sasha’s thighs ramming into Alexa’s supple cheeks ringing all throughout her bedroom. The multi-time titleholder watched with wonderment as those shapely globes of flesh went from pale lilywhite to the same color as Sasha’s lush hair, this rounded rear growing increasingly discolored each time Banks’s hips landed into it. Her formerly flawless creamy skin displayed the copious damage of Sasha’s tender love and care, welts and wounds coating that pudgy posterior from top to bottom. Better yet, each thrust sent ripples into that bruised caboose, her mouthwateringly meaty mounds jiggling like jelly, that quaking becoming more chaotic the harder Sasha slid into her delectable derriere.
As she felt her buxom bottom shake like a leaf, Alexa silently cursed herself. She silently cursed herself for succumbing once more to Sasha’s unstoppable aura of authority. She silently cursed herself for ending up so compromised currently that she was incapable of reversing her lopsided dynamic with this tyrannical titan. Hell, she silently cursed herself for targeting Sasha in the first place. She should have stuck to targeting weak worthless fuckholes like Becky Lynch and Mickie James. Mickie James who she had her watery big blue eyes locked on, though the subservient brunette was notably looking past her, her focus instead fixated on the hypnotizing caramel skinned Superstar that was dismantling her in every way, shape and form. This betrayal from her beloved fuckpet made it difficult for the golden haired pipsqueak to maintain her gaze, her eyes promptly squeezing shut. In that moment of darkness, Bliss did what she could to whisk herself away to another world where the woman dismantling her was anyone other than her archrival, her thoughts drifting back to the poundings that had been dished out by Naomi and Asuka. Yet those fantasies didn’t do much to quell her discomfort. She may have less outright bad blood with both of those bodacious babes, but she wasn’t sure if that made the actual act of submitting any less shameful. The only way she would find solace right now was through reaffirmation that she still had what it took to be a top—that she would wind up unchanged by this entire setback. Though she also questioned whether that would truly keep her at bay as she recognized maybe change was what she needed. She certainly couldn’t imagine bending over for The Boss being a one-off because this ruthless anal fucking was too inexplicably exquisite for her to refuse. It just sucked that it was resulting in the demolition of all the bravado she built up for herself.
While this internal insecurity raged on, externally, Alexa told a different story, the frequency and volume of her moans increasing throughout the duration of this utter decimation. In fact, she could feel a fervent fire building up inside her still gaping cunt, a desperate need for yet another release sharply making its way through the tiny trollope's tingling body. She dug her teeth down into her trembling lower lip as it was the only measure she could think of taking in order to prevent herself from boisterously begging to cum, and a lousy one at that, because it was apparent that Sasha would soon leave her with no other choice.
Banks began landing a bevy of brutal blows on this big behind with her bare hands while continuing to drill that anal ring with her all-conquering cock, though the cherry-on-top was the steady stream of dirty talk flowing from the feisty fighter’s mouth, barking orders left and right at the trounced floozy, “Goddamnit, I’m tired of doing all the work, Alexa. I mean, it’s nothing new. I’m always the one busting my butt while your lazy ass has to get carried by all the women who are leagues above you. Well, no more, bitch. Now you’re gonna start busting your butt...literally! Yeah, bounce your booty back, Lexi. Just like you did back in the day. Mmm, anally ride my big dick, you nasty little skank. Don’t get shy on me now! Do what you were born to do, slut.”
Alexa let out a whale of a wail, but ultimately did what she was told. In fact, she really threw herself into it, jackhammering her dainty frame up and down faster than the speed of light and impaling her loosened rear on all 12 inches of this footlong fuckstick, a move that Sasha welcomed at first. After all, it wasn’t every day that she got to absorb the awe-evoking image of Alexa Bliss riding her reverse cowgirl—although hopefully it could become every day. Oh, what Sasha would give to finally stake claim to a full time butt bitch again! But in order to do that successfully, Sasha quickly recognized she would need to teach her soon-to-be permanent sub a lesson in longevity.
Seeking to strengthen the newest RAW arrival’s stamina, Sasha delivered another ferocious stinging slap to Bliss’s buttocks and growled, “Bad bitch! You keep that up and you’ll cum before getting my permission, which is absolutely unacceptable. Mmm-mm. Take it nice and slow. You won’t start bouncing up and down like that until I’m good and ready.”
Another bemoaned moan came from Alexa as Sasha laid those boundaries down, the fit and fashionable blonde babe clearly reveling in the rapidity of her dick riding. Being forced to pace herself was a bit of a challenge, but she made due, slowing her motion at the drop of a hat. This swift shift in tempo took a toll on the pint-sized 2x SmackDown Champ, her absence from anal attention increasingly apparent now that she had decelerated. While she of course wasn’t as tight as she could be, given that her taboo fuck sessions with Naomi and Asuka had occurred in the not-so-distant past, she was removed from the point in her life where she was bending her fat butt over on a regular basis, therefore such sustained abuse on her perfect pink asshole was much more difficult for her to handle. The treasure trove of pleasure she had discovered after yielding her power to Sasha was beginning to dissolve, and was instead replaced by an agonizing ache--though it wasn’t agonizing enough for Alexa to stop. No, the potential that Sasha could permit her to achieve the climax she was more than ready for was enough of a motivator to fight through the pain. Sadly, The Boss didn’t appear to be budging anytime soon, leaving Alexa to meander about for what felt like an eternity. In actuality, she had probably only been partaking in this plodding speed for a few minutes, but to her it seemed to be hours on end. Sooner or later, she knew Sasha would have to cave but she’d be damned if it didn’t come across as if The Boss was going to let her fuck herself all night long without ever getting relief from it. True, she may have cum earlier in the night but that may as well have been a thousand lifetimes ago. Back then, she was trying to work up the nerve to dominate Sasha. Now, she wanted her submissive urges quelled.
Ultimately, Alexa couldn’t wait on Banks’s blessing, the pipsqueak squeaking out, “Please…”
The gymnast-turned-wrestler’s pathetic mousey voice was enough to perk up Sasha’s ears, the ‘Legit’ Horsewoman smirking as she cheekily quipped, “Hmmm, Bayley, did you hear something?”
Abruptly snapped from her trance of watching Bliss maneuvering herself up and down on this stupefying strap-on, Bayley stuttered and stumbled, “Wh-what?”
Ignoring the fact her friend completely killed the flow of this bit, Sasha decided to let her generosity shine through for once, leading Alexa by asking, “I suppose you wanna cum.”
Little Miss Bliss weakly nodded.
Sasha paused, then pushed, “Are you my bitch?”
Alexa’s eyes widened—mainly because, in that moment, she had to suppress herself from instantly saying ‘yes’. Oh, she prayed to God she could live this down in the days to come, and she knew she would hate herself for this soon after, but she had to cum. She was left with no other choice. If this was the title she had to bestow upon herself, so be it.
“Yes,” Bliss finally mumbled.
“Yes what?” Banks pressed further. “I want to hear you say it.”
This was it.
“Yes, I’m your bitch! Gawwwdd, I fucking hate you Sasha, but you’ve made me your bitch! Please make me cum! I can’t fucking take it anymoooorreee!!! Let me batter my butthole so hard that I cum all over your sheets like a dumb little bitch! Your dumb little bitch! Fuck, I tried so hard, but I’m still your bitch!”
Although she was half-tempted to prolong this, Sasha figured Bliss had taken enough damage for one night, thus all she replied with was, “I guess that will suffice. Go for it. But don’t forget to thank me.”
Bliss kicked into overdrive, wildly thrusting her rear back at superhuman speed, squirting like a geyser while screeching, “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Fuuuuuck! Thank you so muuuccchhh! FUUUUCK!!!”
Soon after coming down from the incredible physical, mental, and emotional high that mind blowing orgasm shot her into, she rolled off of Sasha’s cock, panting hard out of pure exhaustion, the reality of what she just did not fully hitting her yet. The room around her spun as she felt herself growing lightheaded, her senses only restored once Sasha gave her a new order.
“Ahem. I have a cock that needs cleaned here.”
Barely hesitating, the golden haired grappler gingerly slithered her way back to the big dick she had just pushed herself off of and wrapped her lips around its cumbersome tip. Her wide blue saucers stared up at Sasha with a bit of contempt but primarily appreciation because damn...her ass tasted amazing. She sucked this rectum flavored toy like it was a piece of sweet candy, her mind getting flooded with memories of how often she had gone ass-to-mouth in NXT. How she had missed this.
This act was almost as good for Sasha, The Boss debating whether Alexa looked better with a dick in her ass or her mouth. She had half a mind to tell this defeated hottie to stop and spread her cheeks so she could get photographic evidence that she had put this high-strung headstrong whore back in her place, and hell, maybe even take a page from the bitch’s playbook and plaster it all over Twitter. But she was going to be better than that. She was going to break her down in private, and let that blow to the arrogant ex-cheerleader’s ego do enough destruction to the poor girl to ensure she became a complete joke moving forward.
“Get back up here. We’re just getting started, Lexi.”
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Alexa’s eyes fluttered open as a streak of golden sunlight washed over her makeup smeared face, the first thing she felt being the warmth of these yellow rays through the shoddy curtains of Sasha Banks’ hotel room window.
Sasha Banks’ hotel room.
Her memory was flooded with all of the degradation she had suffered the night before, and Alexa’s immediate impulse was to shriek, grab her things, and run for the hills. However, the second she moved forward, she felt an obstacle blocking her from getting out of this cum-soaked bed. Looking down, she saw Sasha’s smooth yet muscular arms wrapped around her waist, her triumphant rival softly spooning her. She turned her head over to see Sasha’s serene face, her bitter foe looking like an angel while stuck in heavy slumber. Her eyes scanned all across the room, seeing Bayley and Mickie passed out in the corners of the room, looking equally peaceful. With this terrifying reality settling over her, Alexa should be working herself up into a panic attack, but seeing everyone else at ease offered her a modicum of comfort. Funnily enough, that small solace is what then triggered fear in Five Feet of Fury, as it showed she could get used to this, the lines between fluke and fate now blurred. In that moment, Alexa could very well have been getting a peek into a clandestine destiny, in which she reverted back to the lost loser trying to find her way in this cutthroat industry and therefore only felt at home when she was serving a superior woman. Bliss wanted to say this was an accident. Bliss wanted to say she would go out tomorrow and top Charlotte Flair out of nowhere and prove she was meant to be a dom. But she couldn’t in good conscience commit to any of that. Instead, Alexa lied there in Sasha’s grasp, contemplating her future. At the start of this night, a life where she went back to being a full time sub would have been unbelievable, but now it was a thought Alexa found herself considering for the first time.
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