All Red Returns | By : Heyoo Category: WWF/WWE > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 11947 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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“OH GOD! Yess! Mmm, right up my arse! Oh, bugger me hard, Mistress Marie!”
Paige’s cries echoed all throughout the halls of SmackDown Live’s backstage area, making it crystal clear to the entire roster what their General Manager was up to. As had become a common recurrence on Tuesday nights, the once unassailable GM was bent over the locker room bench, getting her butt cheeks spread by Toni Storm, and happily taking all 14 inches of her admirable mistress Eva Marie’s stupendous strapon inside her bulbous lilywhite ass. Eva’s 10 and 12 inchers had proved futile against the broken Brit’s astonishingly slutty backside, so the shameless sub now exclusively received 14 inch and 16 inch rectal rammings, although it still didn’t take very long for her anal passage to loosen up and be capable of accepting the full length of these red rubber rods.
“AH SHIT! MNH! Bugger me hard and make me cum!”
Typical Paige.
“Really?” The Red Queen responded with mock disgust. “You’re already asking to cum?”
“What a pathetic whore.” Toni chuckled before getting kicked in the face by Eva’s red stilettos.
“For the MILLIONTH time, you do not speak unless spoken to. Got it?”
The New Zealand born Aussie resident whimpered, still reeling in pain, “Yes Mistress Marie.”
“Noooww, where was I? Oh that’s right, mocking this slutty bitch. I suppose you can cum…”
Paige squealed in absolute delight, ready to have the kind of orgasm that could only be triggered by her magnificent mistress.
Eva froze. “IF...I get a title shot. Tonight!”
If the Anti-Diva had any integrity at all, she would point out she already had the entire show booked. However, that wouldn’t lead to her cumming with a big dick stuffed up her pale booty.
“YES! EVA! YES! YOU CAN HAVE ANYTHING YOU WANT! JUST PLEASE MAKE ME CUM! I NEED IT! I NEED IT EVA! GOD, I LOVE GETTING BUMFUCKED LIKE A TOTAL WHORE AND I NEED TO CUM FROM GETTING MY ARSE POUNDED BY MY HOT AS HELL RED QUEEN!”
Smirking, Eva accelerated her thrusting, her thighs colliding with the Brit’s buttcheeks, making those plump globes of flesh shake like an earthquake. In a matter of minutes, the Glampire became so overwhelmed, squirting all over the locker room floor, a weekly occurrence for her. It was special every other day when Paige reached orgasm in Eva’s hotel room, but getting fucked and then climaxing in the women’s locker room was a special kind of nasty for the Norwich Native. Knowing that any of the women who used to look up to her with admiration and respect could walk through the door at any moment and watch her fluids gushing out of her hot cunt as she was assfucked was such a thrilling turn on for The Diva of Tomorrow...especially since that’s exactly what happened. And not just any woman, but a prime target for her mistress.
Noticing the welcome spectator, Eva smiled as she pulled her cock out the still orgasming Paige’s anus and put all her focus on the new arrival.
“Hey Becky, great to see you! Are you ready for our match tonight?”
Normally, The Man wouldn’t pay Eva any mind, but she especially wasn’t in the mood for any of her bullshit right now—not tonight. No, tonight she had to pour her focus into what was sure to be a grueling 2 out of 3 falls match against Asuka, where not only would her title be on the line but also her coveted spot against Ronda Rousey at Survivor Series. The fact that Paige was willing to give this match away on free TV suggested that the GM had definitely lost some brain cells since bottoming for Eva, but a proud prizefighter like Becky was never going to complain about taking on a challenge. Though, truth be told, that wasn’t the only reason she was avoiding Eva. It was embarrassing to admit, but the recently returned ‘Red Queen’ had been living rent free in her head. She was a troubling ghost from Becky’s shameful past. Anytime she so much as glanced in the redhead’s direction, she shuddered, remembering the most mortifying night of her life—the night years ago when she willing bent over for this fucking model and let the Total Divas star thoroughly dominate her. Eva had fucked her fat, jiggly ass so hard and deep that she wouldn’t be surprised if her ass still hadn’t fully closed due to that rectum wrecking.
But that one glaring blemish on her career shouldn’t mean anything anymore. Whoever she was back then, that wasn’t the Becky Lynch of the present day. No, the current Becky Lynch was the reigning SmackDown Women’s Champ and the blue brand’s Alpha female. In the span of these past few months, she had at last solidified herself as a total butt buster, dominating the likes of Carmella, and Lana, and Zelina Vega, and Fire & Desire, and the IIconics, and hell, even Naomi! And sure, she hadn’t topped Asuka...yet. Or Charlotte. But she had also stopped bottoming to them, which was worth something. She was obviously a top. So why did this worthless piece of eye candy intimidate her?
“Hey Carrot Top, are you deaf? I said are you ready for our match tonight?”
Realizing the quickest way to get this annoying bitch to shut up would be to momentarily humor her, Becky gave in.
“Alright, fine, I’ll bite: What in God’s name are ya talkin’ about?
“Our title match. Duh.” Eva said, as if Becky should’ve already been aware of the change she had effortlessly coerced their weak shrimp of a GM into making.
“Is that some sort of attempt at a joke? I don’t get it.” The intense Irishwoman replied, utterly dumbfounded.
Eva snickered.
“Becky, I am many things. I’m bewitching. I’m beguiling. I’m able to pound any whore ass that I want.”
“If only that could translate into wrestling ability.” The Man interjected with a chortle.
Ignoring the low barb, Eva continued.
“One thing I’m not is a liar. Tell her the good news, Paige!”
Recovering from her earth-shattering orgasm, Paige mumbled. “There’s been a slight change to tonight’s card.”
Pretty quickly piecing together what had happened, Lynch’s eye went wide, her face growing hot with rage.
“Oh, you have got to be fookin’ kiddin’ me right now!”
“What’s the matter?” The cunning glamour girl questioned. “Scared?”
Becky let out a laugh, though for some reason it didn’t sound too genuine. “Scared? Of you? Please. Like you have even a snowball’s chance in hell of beating me. You must be gone in the head if you think you’ll EVER wear this title around your waist.”
Unphased by the Irishwoman’s ‘impassioned’ speech, the fitness model flashed a smug smile. “We’ll see.”
Shaking her head, Becky rolled her eyes. “You’re delusional, Eva. Delusional.”
“Am I?” The fashion mogul laughed before moving forward and closing the gap between her and Lynch, the All Red predator only a few inches away from her prey. “Because if I’m remembering correctly, we were in a locker room just like this when I shoved all 12 inches of my hot girl cock inside your slutty butt. Have you forgotten that, Becky? Have you forgotten the night when you came so fucking hard, maybe the hardest I’ve ever seen someone cum, from getting a long thick dick shoved deep in your disgusting bowels? Oh God, you looked so pretty like that. I mean I know you’re an absolutely disgraceful bottom who will bend over for anybody, but that night your ass was practically made for my cock. It really was the perfect fit. So, why don’t you give up your little act, huh? Quit masquerading as a top and be my bitch.”
Before the flummoxed SmackDown Women’s Champion could respond, Eva lunged forward and pinned Becky against the lockers, her body smushed up against The Man’s. Eva reached her hand into the apparent Alpha’s tight leather pants and was none too surprised with what she found.
“Looks like you’re still a bottom, champ.” Eva removed her hand and sucked the wetness from Lynch’s panties off her finger.
Enraged, a fire was lit under Becky, the top star of the SDL Women’s Division berating the Flame Haired Femme Fatale.
“That’s it! Ya think yer gonna come back to MY brand, all high and mighty, and wage war with me? Well then ya must have a death wish, little miss All Red Everything, because if ya think I busted my ass to be bested by some dumb, silver spoonfed, little talent, big headed model, then yer sorely mistaken.” So stirred up that she had to take a moment to catch her breath, the orange-haired beauty continued. “Ya know Eva, all this talk about submitting this and anal that, maybe yer just projecting. Is that it? Are ya gettin’ a little lost in your fantasies, ya big hotshot? Because I can assure ya that after snapping your arm in half to retain MY Women’s Title, I will gladly stretch yer sorry ass and make ya regret the very moment ya crossed me!”
The locker room leader of the Land of Opportunity’s women’s roster stared intently at her new challenger, eyeing her up and down like a piece of meat.
Said challenger couldn’t give two fucks.
“That was so inspiring.” The glamour girl mocked with a golf clap. “Bring that energy tonight and maybe, just maybe you’ll beat me.”
“I WILL beat ya.” The cocky and confident superstar puffed out her chest and hugged her title before turning around and walking away, allowing Eva to shamelessly stare a hole through those heavenly leather pants that perfectly clung to Becky’s rotund rear.
Claiming that prize was going to be so much fun.
___________
As ‘Celtic Invasion’ hit the arena’s loudspeakers, the sold-out crowd popped huge, always excited to see their beloved Women’s Champion. The tough-as-nails grappler was forever fearlessly fervent, but she came out to the ring tonight even more laser focused than usual. With a mic in hand, she stepped in between the ropes and began pacing back and forth like a mad woman.
“So here’s the deal.” The women’s wrestling stalwart started. “As I’m sure all of ya here know, there’s an unwelcome presence amidst my women’s locker room—that bein’ Eva Marie.”
The fans instinctively booed at the mere mention of the much maligned model.
“I feel the same way, believe me!” The Champ assured the audacious audience. “I feel the same way because here I am, gettin’ ready for my match with Asuka, when I’m informed ‘No, there won’t be a match with Asuka tonight.’”
The boos grew louder as these paying spectators discovered that they were being robbed of the advertised main event match.
“Instead, Eva…” Becky paused, realizing that she couldn’t actually come out on live television and say that the reality TV fashionista had been butt banging their boss in order to get a title shot. “Eva ‘pulled some strings’ backstage and wormed her way into a title match tonight.”
The reaction to this revelation was near nuclear, Becky barely being able to speak over the chorus of public outcry that was echoing all throughout the arena. To be denied a Becky Lynch vs Asuka match was bad enough, but to replace it with a bout against Eva Marie should have been classified as cruel and unusual punishment. Desperately trying to appease the unruly masses, the SmackDown Women’s Champ quickly thought of a way to calm them down.
“Now I’m no stranger to management’s bull, so here’s what I’m gonna do. First I’m gonna face Eva….and tap her ass out in 15 seconds or less! Then, Asuka can come out here and each and every one of ya will get the hard-fought match ya came to see tonight.”
That did a little bit to soften the blow to the crowd, but then ‘Time To Rise’ blared and the crowd’s displeasure picked right back up. Eva’s opening narration and techno beat were drowned out by a raucous cacophony of jeers and hisses. And all the heat magnet did in response was proudly wear a shit-eating grin on her smug mug, marching to the ring with all the confidence in the world. Stepping inside the squared circle, Eva looked her opponent straight in the eyes and blew a kiss. This was going to be so goddamn easy.
Handing her title over to the ref, Becky wore the sternest scowl she could as she honed in on her opponent, who was still just smirking like an idiot. Fucking bitch. Becky had spent how long making her way to the top of this business, and all Eva had to do to get a title match was to waltz in and fuck the GM’s slutty ass. It wasn’t fair!
Hearing the bell ring, Lynch saw red (pun intended) and charged at her challenger with a primal scream...and was promptly met with a backhand. And fuck, it actually hurt! The champion was momentarily stunned by this actually effective offense and Eva took advantage, unloading with a series of rights and lefts. Oh God, why the hell were these punches genuinely doing damage? A bit dazed, Becky stumbled around until she felt the models arms around her waist. What was she---no. There was no way. There was no way that Eva fucking Marie would be able to get her up for…
A fucking german suplex! Shit!
The Man was paralyzed with pain, shock, and fear. Never in a billion years would she have ever expected a clash against Miss All Red Everything to end up this way. How had everything gone so unbelievably south this quickly? She had to get back into this match! Kipping up, Becky willed herself on to pummel this over privileged and unworthy loser into the ground. The fighter rushed at her foe at full speed with a closed fist and all the contempt in the world. She would show the woman calling herself ‘Mistress Marie’ that--
Slap across The Man’s jaw! Sliced Red #2 ! Cover!
1!
2!
Oh, THANK GOD she kicked out. She didn’t think she could imagine anything more mortifying than getting pinned clean by All Red Everything and...hey...wait...why was Eva rolling her over?
Oh shit! A crossface! An uber tight crossface! Was this reality?
“AHHHH!! NO!! PLEASE!! I-- OH! I’M SO SORRY, EVA, PLEASE! I---GAAAHHH!!!” The alleged Alpha howled at the top of her lungs as the fitness model’s submission squeezed the life out of her.
Trapped in the crushing crossface, it was becoming increasingly clear what the Champ was going to do. Without even being fully conscious of it, Becky’s left hand started hysterically slapping the mat while she continued to scream out in agony. There was no valiant fight to get to the bottom rope or anything resembling an attempt at a comeback. The Man was dead and buried. Becky had built herself only to be totally demolished. Everything she had worked towards for 4+ years had been effectively unravelled in a little under 2 minutes.
The bell rang loud and clear, but the Red Queen revelled in her near effortless title victory and refused to relinquish the hold until she absolutely had to. The ref then raised the snobbish model's hands as the words that would effectively end Becky Lynch’s career as fans knew it echoed across the maximum capacity arena.
“Here is your winner and the NEW SmackDown Women’s Champion...Evaaa Mariiiie!”
The crowd completely deflated upon this title change, the once roaring fans so silent you could hear a pin drop. Leaning down, Eva whispered into the ear of her so-called ‘opponent’.
“See you soon.”
The sultry sexpot turned newly crowned champ then sauntered away, holding her title high for every single person in this dejected audience to see. Still in the middle of the ring, Becky eventually, finally rolled over, whimpering and sniveling like the shameful and pathetic bitch she now was. As she rolled out to the floor and started sluggishly walking to the back, hot tears of humiliation streamed down her once face as she heard the brutal taunts and bewildered cries of fans.
“You suck!”
“I can’t believe this. To think you were my favorite wrestler!”
“The local competitor last week got more offense against Eva.”
“What a fucking loser, dude. I told you Charlotte was better.”
“What the hell happened out there, Becky?”
She wished she could answer that last one. She really wished she could.
___________
Hanging her head down low, the formerly unshakeable lass drug her feet through the backstage area, barely maintaining her composure and desperately trying to avoid eye contact with any of her coworkers. Although, there didn’t seem to be a ton roaming around. At least, not a lot of female ones anyway...which could only mean one thing.
Entering the locker room, the former titleholder was faced with another audience, the entire SmackDown women’s division spread out across the room, anticipating The Man’s inevitable fate. Standing dead center of the room, flanked by her two loyal (and fully nude) bitches, was the SmackDown Women’s Champion, the Total Divas star basking in her new status by already wearing the blue belt around her waist.
“There you are! I don’t like to be kept waiting, you know.” The glamour girl grinned. “How are you doing, Becky?”
It seemingly took every bone in Becky’s body for her to lift her head up and look at her better.
“I...this isn’t—you..you cheated! Somehow! You had to have cheated. There’s no way that you could’ve...could’ve...mmm.” The Horsewoman began to sob once more, unable to cope with this new reality.
“Aw, there, there, Becks,” The dominant seductress spoke to the other woman as if she was a distraught child before slowly swiveling her hips and alluringly whispering, “Maybe stripping for me and eating my pussy like the good little lezzie slut you are will help cheer you up.”
The now disgraced competitor’s face turned the same color as Eva’s hair as she struggled to speak in between her blubbering.
“No...I won’t...I’m not...I’m not one of your stupid cunt craving whores!” The Man shouted, pointing to Paige and Toni, before softening her tone. “No offense.”
“None taken.” The GM beamed.
“It’s just the truth.” The Thunder From Down Under happily chirped.
“But you are .” The All Red superstar stated matter of factly. “You are like them. The only difference is that they’ve accepted their purpose in life. Why can’t you?”
Unable to form any kind of intelligent response, the displeased Dubliner spat in the direction of the dominant Diva, “Fook you!”
This outburst causes the model turned champion to give the incensed woman the deadliest of death stares before slapping her across the face, and slapping her hard, the poor bitch falling over as easily as a cardboard cutout.
“What was that, Becky?” The glamour girl goaded. “You wanna dare say that again? Because that is NO way to speak to your new owner!”
Unbridled fury and scorn took over as the easily defeated former champ growled, “You don’t own shit! It...it was a fluke!”
“Mmm, so we’re going to that old excuse, are we?” Eva rolled her eyes. “Look, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. You can be a good little girl and celebrate my victory. Y’know, MY victory over you. MY victory over you, a supposedly mighty wrestler, even though you just tapped out to me, a supposedly, how did you so delicately put it, dumb, silver spoonfed, bigheaded, little talent model. Ah, yes. I hope you realize I didn't just beat you Becky. I destroyed you. There’s no return after that Becky. So, you can accept that and let me take you right here in front of EVERYONE, allowing me to use you like the worthless piece of meat you are. Or...you could fight. I mean, you didn’t do that out in the ring, so I’m not sure why you’d start now, but theoretically, you could fight. But that’ll only make me stronger. Yeah, any fight you give is just going to fuel me to ruin your sexy ass even more. So, I guess if you really want to get that big butt rigorously wrecked, then you should fight. Either way, you’ll leave tonight as my property. Soooo, I’ll tell you one more time...strip for me.”
“Do it!” Mandy shouted, excited to see Lynch’s fall.
“Yeah, we know deep down you want to anyway.” Sonya joined her girlfriend in eagerly egging on the ex Alpha to submit.
“Mmmm, yeah she does. She’s a total fuckin’ bottom! Before she caught a lucky break and topped us, we were double stuffin’ this bitch every single night. Isn’t that roight, Billie?” The distinct voice of Peyton Royce echoed through the locker room.
“That’s exactly roight, Pey.” Billie Kay responded with a cackle.
“Get in line.” Naomi scoffed. “We all had a piece of her before she decided to pretend she was a top.”
Hearing these five women who she had effortlessly topped as recently as last week now demean her like this was too much for Lynch, and she snapped. She sprung up and frantically tore off her tight fitting black spandex ring gear, leaving it completely destroyed. Seconds later, both her black sports bra and black lace panties were on the floor as well, the beaten babe ripping her clothes off faster than the speed of light.
“Ya think I’m a sub, do ya?” She shouted out, getting up in the feisty fitness model’s face. “Well then, why don’t ya prove it, Eva? Huh? Ya think I’m such a worthless bottom, then why don’t ya just try and break me?! Because I promise ya, I will prove that yer win tonight was a flash in the pan and I’ll be back to toppin’ in a week, AND I’ll make sure that yer the first bitch to bend over.”
The fashionable superstar chortled.
“You really believe that?” She inquired, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes.” Becky nodded, though her voice quivered a bit.
“Hmm, well I guess I didn’t knock any sense into you out there,” The cunning Californian shook her head. “But I suppose we could come to a compromise. If you miraculously leave tonight still convinced you’re not a sub, then I promise, I won’t mess with you again...and MAYBE give you my cherry. If you’re lucky. Though, you’ve already submitted to me once so…”
“I was caught off guard!” Lynch reflexively defended. “Never again.”
“Hello-o, are you two ever going to get on with it? Shut up and fuck!” Carmella impatiently interrupted, the rest of the roster echoing her sentiment by hooting and hollering, drawing the ire of the new SmackDown Women’s Champ.
“In case you’ve forgotten, I call the shots around here!” The All Red Alpha admonished her audience, before conceding. “...And I agree. On your knees, Lynch. Now! You survive this unscathed and you get off scot free.”
Lynch furrowed her brow and frowned. She thought about simply standing and glowering at the glamour haired girl for the rest of the night. She thought about doing whatever she could to not give control over to Eva. But she knew at this point, no options were feasible. Even if she managed to inexplicably turn the tables, she knew that the conniving runway model turned reality show star would still come to collect sooner or later. Thus, maybe the smartest decision she could make in this moment was to obey her cruel crimson haired conqueror and get this over with as soon as possible. After all, the sooner she submitted now, the sooner she could make it clear that she was a natural born dom.
Dropping down to her knees, the orange haired Irish beauty continued to give Eva the evil eye, the dominant Diva now towering over her. The Red Queen gazed down at the purported badass she had handily trounced and licked her lips as Paige and Toni took the title belt off her waist, revealing the red lace underwear she was sporting.
“Take off my panties…” She coolly commanded before adding, “...with your teeth!”
Taking a deep breath, Becky braced herself for what she was about to do. She moved her face forward and clenched her pearly whites down on the delicate fabric, slowly sliding this silk undergarment down the glitzy and glossy glamour goddess’s slender and smooth legs until she had pulled these panties down to the ground. Once she had accomplished that demeaning task, she moved her head up and was suddenly faced with Eva Marie’s vertical smile.
Both Paige and Toni could feel themselves already growing increasingly jealous of Eva’s intended acquisition. With Toni specifically, watching Becky be granted the privilege of giving a hands-free panties removal, the same honor she had been afforded her first night with this sexy seductress, made her clit throb with insatiable desire. Well, to be fair, the rampant lust running through her body could be quelled if she was once again the exclusive pet in the prissy eyeful’s possession. It had been brief, but Toni looked back fondly on the night of Evolution and the Monday night after, in which she had been the sole object for her magnificent mistress to use and abuse. Sadly, that Tuesday saw Eva incorporate Paige into the mix, she had to constantly compete with that broken bottom to be the lowest of the low. And now that someone who was a semi-impressive get like Becky Lynch was about to be incorporated into this haughty hottie’s harem, Toni could foresee an unfortunate future wherein she took a definite backseat to her better’s other two bitches.
To make matters worse, her envy was made to escalate exponentially as the lucky Irishwoman was offered an opportunity that Storm perpetually yearned for.
“Now, as I asked you like ten minutes ago, eat my pussy!” The masterful model mandated. “Really get a good taste.”
Becky gave a low snarl before succumbing to the Diva’s demands, sticking her tongue out and ever so gently brushing it against the flame haired female’s folds, causing the runway veteran to shudder as she felt her soon-to-be submissive coat her snatch with hot saliva. Admittedly invigorated by the tough top’s reaction, Lynch moaned, starting to remember how much fun pleasing another woman could be. While presiding as the Alpha over this women’s roster, she had refused to ever sink to the level of her bitches or mislead them into thinking she had any affection towards them, and thus refused to touch their pussies in any way, shape, or form. But as her tongue touched Eva’s twat, she was reminded of just how tasty a well-kept muff could be. The luscious and luxurious sportswear entrepreneur’s honeypot really was in a league of its own when it came to how devilishly delicious it was, but honestly, the alleged top would probably have been content with any kind of cunt right now. She had missed this. God, she would never say it, but she had actually missed being a studious little rug muncher who got the opportunity to have her face buried between an absolute smokeshow’s legs. And she missed hearing these moans—-not the shameless, gleeful whimpers of a worthless sub, but the deep guttural groans of a superior woman. Of course, she remembered that said superior woman was Eva Marie and died a little inside.
See, if her run at the top of the card had been ended by Asuka or even (ugh) Charlotte, and then she was forced to fulfill the time honored tradition of bottoming for them, she would get it. She would be dourly devastated, but she would get it. Asuka had wrestled all over the world and Charlotte had wrestling in her blood. She strived to be better than both of them, but there was no shame in being beaten by one of those first rate competitors, or more accurately, there was less shame. And she certainly wasn’t a stranger to eating either one of their hot boxes, especially Charlotte’s, as the Queen’s thighs were a location Lass Kicker Becky had known all too well. However, she had instead been stopped dead in her tracks by a weakling who probably couldn’t even tell you who Trish and Lita were—someone who had no business being in this business—and now she was paying the price by having to eat this poser out, her tongue tenderly caressing these soft pussy lips. It was funny--most people would jump at the chance to perform cunnilingus on the crafty Californian, but for The Man, it was torture. It was so torturous in fact that her tongue began to swirl rapidly around the smokeshow’s sexy slit, the former SDL Women’s Champ enthusiastically licking this clean shaven carpet.
Always the opportunist when it came to debasing her current enemy and former sub, Charlotte chimed in, “Yeah, that’s the Becky I know. Tongue her like a good girl, Becks.”
The rest of the room chuckled as Becky Lynch’s real nature reemerged--she was the consistently hapless and unfailingly forgettable submissive lesbian sex slave who lived to please worthier women.
“That’s the Becky I know too.” Eva replied with the biggest smile on her face, keen to remind the supposed badass that this wasn’t the first time she had submitted to the eyecandy Diva.
Meanwhile, all the guest of dishonor could do was whimper as she continued to lap at this snatch, intoxicated by Mistress Marie’s mouthwatering muff. And she was about to get an even stronger taste of this yummy cunt, as this tough top grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face further into that tremendous twat. Following this cue, Lynch began briskly slipping her tongue in and out of Eva’s entrance, making her imminent mistress moan out even louder as she felt this moist, pink muscle move out of her tight pussy. Although her groans, gasps, and cries weren’t truly deafening until the horsewoman’s tongue trailed up to the Concordian’s clit, Lynch licking that luscious lovebud like her life depended on it. The woman once slated to face Ronda Rousey at Survior Series slid her tongue bit by bit over this throbbing clit, delivering a series of long, drawn out licks, rendering The Red Queen incapable of even forming a coherent thought as her knees started wobbling from getting overwhelmed by this ultimate euphoria.
Eva knew she shouldn’t show weakness in front of these women, especially first-class doms like Asuka and Charlotte. If she made even the slightest slip up, she would play into all of these so-called wrestlers preconceived notions. Though honestly, displaying fragility may work in her favor. The more delicate she seemed, the easier she would be able to catch them off guard, and soon each and every woman of this roster would be on their knees like this former champion, including The Empress and The Queen. Although, All Red Everything realized that SmackDown Live’s previous Alpha female was clearly nowhere near the level of those other two phenomenal fighters. No, it had been obvious ever since she had obliterated this Dubliner during her first run with the company that this revered wrestler was an inferior underling begging to be put in her place. Oh, she was NEVER a badass. Nah, Becky Lynch was nothing more than a complete and utter pussy (she was what she ate), and the fact that the SDL locker room had permitted this little girl to play dress up as a big bad dom for so long was practically criminal. Thankfully, Eva was here to restore sanity and now she would make sure that gazing down on this cunt craving sub and feeling her tongue maneuver all around her dripping snatch became an almost weekly occurrence.
After a lot of incoherent moaning, Eva finally managed to string a sentence together, turning to her other two prized bitches.
“Paige! Toni! Who wants to suck my tits?!”
“Me! Me! Oh please my Red Queen, I love your perfect titties.” The former Divas Champion jumped up and down like a giddy schoolgirl, her own A cup breasts jiggling up and down.
“Noooo, nooo! Let me my Red Queen! I want toooo!” The 2018 Mae Young Classic winner whined.
Squinting her eyes in confusion at Toni, Eva snarked, “Good thing I have two of them then.”
Blushing at her momentary foolishness, Storm sheepishly replied, “Oh...right.”
“Stupid fucking bimbo.” Mistress Marie muttered under her breath.
Hearing this practically perfect woman insult her always stung Toni a little, but mostly it made her even wetter to know this embodiment of excellence thought so poorly of her and so consistently put her down at every turn. Plus, she was about to smother herself in these heavenly melons so she really had no room to complain right now.
Still, ever the skillful tormentor, Eva deliberately took off her ruby red bra at a slothlike pace, staring into the lecherous eyes of her original two bitches, satisfied to see them squirm and salivate as they grew increasingly desirous of those nubile knockers. Once that barrier was finally removed and her flawless C cup hooters popped free, Paige and Toni bounced, licking all around the superior sexpot’s sensitive nipples.
Both of these broken bottoms were half tempted to cave to their carnal cravings and go to town on these tits right from the get go, frantically swirling their tongues around the attractive and authoritative American’s areolas, giving the glamour girl next to no build up. However, they realized that A) starting things slow would allow them more time to savour these beautiful boobs and B) there would be consequences if they didn’t properly worship their mistress’s breathtaking body. Therefore, their tongues ranged over the domineering Diva Search winner’s chest at a remarkably measured pace, relishing each passing second that they got to show these round mounds the respect they deserved.
Paige adored exploring this bombshell’s bust. She had always been self conscious about her own cup size, and being confronted with The Red Queen’s jugs made her realize she had every right to be. An insufficient flat chested skank like her should be eternally grateful that she was at the disposal of a real woman and allowed easy access to her first rate rack. At least, that was what Eva told her, and who was she to oppose her owner in any way?
Toni was in the same boat as her fellow bitch. She had been content with her smaller boobs, as they seemed to be fine enough for the likes of Rhea Ripley and Killer Kelly...and of course Kairi Sane. Oh, sweet little Kairi Sane loved to shower her tits with kisses. But now? Now she realized her whore body never warranted worship again as it would always pale in comparison to her Mistress’s majestic hourglass figure. Her body was nothing but an object for this superior woman to play with and it didn’t deserve any honor or praise at all.
Happy to hammer the subs over the head with their lesser status, Eva cried out, “Ohhhhh yeeeesssss, lick my tits! Mmmmmmmmm, lick and suck my titties, you fucking pathetic bitches! Yes, now you can finally get a good look at what a real woman’s chest is supposed to look like, mmm, yeah, you can at last find some solace in burying your slutty faces in my full chest! Oh goooood, just like that!”
It was bizarre. Hearing Eva dish out this support to those two subs made Becky actually want to impress this increasingly irresistible woman. Christ, she didn’t know why she suddenly yearned for Eva Marie’s validation, but her mind was now racing with ways to take this twat tonguing to second gear. Obviously the lingering licks she was giving to the lavish dom’s love button had grown stale given that she had two new shiny toys that were playing with her. Determined to draw attention back to her, the once rough and tough competitor pulled back the hottie’s hood and wrapped her normally talkative mouth around the fitness guru’s swollen sweet spot. Based on the ear-piercing moan that immediately escaped the fitness model, Becky surmised she succeeded at turning the talented top’s focus back to her.
In all fairness, Paige and Toni were doing their best to give Becky a run for her money. Having graduated from simply licking and kissing up and down those grand globes, both girls sucking on Eva’s erect nipples like it was their job—and it now was! Paige maybe had some semblance of an outside career given she had remained GM, but everyone actually inside the company knew who was really calling the shots.Toni, on the other hand, had thrown away what seemed to be a blossoming career in this industry in order to better devote herself to this brazen beauty, and had next to no regrets about her decision. In fact, as she crouched down here with Mistress Marie’s hard nipple in her mouth applying as much pressure as humanly possible, she regretted that she had ever had a life outside of her submission. Now she could make up for all the time she had lost by continuing to have this rock hard nip engulfed in her mouth alongside the slutty submissive Norwichian next to her. Oh, both broken bottoms were so enthusiastic to ardently suck these pillowy tits, and even more enthusiastic to hear the moans they were able to produce. Sure, a lot of it was probably due to Becky’s mouth currently being glued to the fitness model’s pretty pearl, but they took comfort in knowing that they too were partially responsible for their top’s immense pleasure.
Feeling her two loyal bottoms’ and her upcoming sub’s hot wet mouths wrapped all around the most sensitive areas of her curvy smooth body sent Eva into a whole new realm of elation, the new reigning Women’s Champion rapidly convulsing as she could feel herself closer to climaxing with each passing moment. With every ounce of willpower within her, she did the best she could to hang on, especially since she had never given her bitches permission to make her cum. However, she ultimately was only human, and despite persevering for a remarkable amount of time, the Total Divas cast member at last reacher breaking point as all three women started rapidly swirling their tongues around Eva’s tits and clit while still sucking away, this combination of stimulation leading The Red Queen to squirt all over The Man. Becky did her best to slide her tongue down to that hot hole and swallow as much of the other Superstar’s yummy sticky cunt honey as possible but this endeavor became progressively more futile as the gorgeous glamour girl grinded her twat on the Irish babe’s pretty face, leading the once dignified dom to end up doused in the delectable Diva’s pussy juices.
The intensity of this incredible orgasm embarrassingly caused Eva to fall forward, leading the three inferior girls to tumble down with her. After the dominant Diva took a few minutes to recover, she pulled herself off of the former Alpha’s heaving torso and onto her own two feet. Jumping at the chance to chastise the woman who had successfully lorded over her thus far, Becky teased her top while standing up.
“Havin’ a little problem with your stamina, eh?”
“My cum is drying on your face right now, so I don’t think you have a lot of ground to stand on here.” Eva replied dismissively, the rest of the room offering light titters at Becky’s continued undoing.
The once respectable wrestling veteran fell silent before attempting to deliver a snide retort and falling miserably short, “Yeah, well, you...you...hmph.”
Her inability to craft any kind of comeback caused the laughter of her peers to grow even louder—watching the downfall of their ci-devant dom was downright delicious. While All Red Everything wasn’t exactly a more ideal alternative as unassailable alpha, this change in guard remained rewarding just to see the uppity Irishwoman get humbled so publicly and decisively. Besides, it would be better in the long run. The former dominant wrestler would stop pretending to be something she wasn’t, and every woman on the roster would get the chance to have sex with a model. Granted, it would be a degrading experience being forced to submit to her, especially when it came to women like Zelina Vega or Naomi who had been in this business for years but had no chance in hell in actually standing their ground against Eva and therefore would have to submit to a woman with an inferior skill level, but they would still be having sex with a model all the same. And it could lead to more magnificently mortifying scenarios such as this one, a lot of the women almost creaming their trunks at the prospects of Asuka and particularly Charlotte being thoroughly dominated by this Total Divas star. Now, topping those women would be truly laudable, as unlike loserly Lynch, they had actually been supremely powerful competitors that could make any other woman’s asshole quiver with anticipation.
Erstwhile, it had never been more apparent how much of a sham The Man was, as she stood there whimpering and sniveling like a little bitch while Paige and Toni put their well-trained tongues to good use, lapping up Eva’s cunt cream off the orange haired beauty’s face. They knew it was a little risky to do this given that their beloved Mistress hadn’t specifically permitted this but it was totally unfair that this pussy licking ho got to hog all of Eva’s saccharinely sweet twat juices, so they took it upon themselves to share in the wealth. And based on the fact that their cherished owner was just standing idly by with a smirk on her face, it fortunately appeared that they would be able to get away with such a transgression for the time being.
Ah fuck, Eva knew she shouldn’t spoil these bitches anymore as they were already spoiled enough, given that they were already allowed to glorify the heavenly body of Eva Marie every night. However, it was a pleasing sight watching her two precious passive PAWGs enthusiastically moan as they got to taste her, reminding her how deeply devout they were. They intrinsically needed to slurp down her yummy fluids, they dreamed about it. She was the sole reason they lived, and possessing such unshakeable power always made Eva feel unstoppable. And her ego was only about to be fueled as she vowed to make sure Becky Lynch became every bit as faithful to her as these other broken bottoms, and she would make good on that promise by moving this night towards its logical directions.
“Oh, I know how sad you two pitiful bitches get when you’re deprived of my hot cum,” Eva stated, almost sounding sympathetic towards the blonde bombshell and the ravishing raven-haired woman before her demeanor changed in a flash, “But tonight isn’t about you! It’s about me, as always. And in order to prove to each every one of these soon to be subservient sluts that I am a real deal, it’s time for Becky to get her disgusting ass pounded hard and deep.”
That announcement unsurprisingly caused all three women to whimper, each for different reasons. Paige and Toni whined because they were denied gobbling down every drop of Eva’s incredible pussy juices off of Becky’s face, while Becky whined because she was about to face her first assfucking in about three months. She had done so much work over these past 92 days to completely reverse her role within this company, only to see it overturned in the span of one night. Worst of all, she could actually feel her backhole quake with anticipation as it was about to take a long thick cock, a pastime that anal passage had known so well. On top of that, she began recollecting that first glorious night where The Red Queen obliterated her anus. She wouldn’t admit it ever , but Eva really was skilled at her craft--that craft being totally annihilating plump girl butts. The mind-bending orgasm she received from the fitness star slamming her rectum with that red rubber rod was already giving rise to her darkest desire, as the twisted reality of a model thrusting her sizable cock in and out of her rear hole was starting to actually become enticing. Oh God.
Providing her usual brand of comfort, Eva spoke to her pets, “Aw, get over yourselves! Becky, your ass was made for my cock, and pretty soon that will be non-negotiable, so get on all fours. And Paige and Toni, I know it’s hard for you braindead bitches to go two seconds without tasting me, but I can offer you a slight consolation. Paige, rim Becky’s butt for me! Get it nice and ready for my 12 inch dick!”
As Becky dropped down into doggy style position, albeit while woefully wailing, Paige gladly took her place behind the former dom’s rotund rump, prepared to give this wannabe top the rim job of a lifetime. Of course, throughout all of these proceedings, Storm couldn’t help but feel a little left out of the festivities. Hoping to get something from this, Toni gave her top a little nudge.
“What about me, Mistress Marie?” The former NXT UK star asked.
“Go get my strapon.” The dominant Diva hastily dismissed, but after noticing the disheartened frown on her face, she quickly leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “And if you do, I promise you’ll be the first one to slurp this bitch’s butt off my cock.”
That statement giving Storm slight solace, she dutifully replied, “Yes, Mistress Marie.”
As the gifted golden haired grappler marched on to retrieve the cock she knew all too well, Paige began planting kisses on the ample behind in front of her, moaning almost immediately as she tasted her former teammate’s booty. This was of course far from the first time she had the privilege of rimming the Dubliner’s delectable derriere, as when they were together in PCB it had become a quasi-nightly occurrence. Though funnily enough, back then their roles were the complete opposite as Paige had tried to convince herself that she was a big bad top while Becky was content to be an obedient submissive slave. Thankfully, she knew that both of them would soon be in their rightful place as accessories at The Red Queen’s disposal—the life they were meant for all along. However, she knew she played a part in persuading the ex Champion in accepting her fate and that was why she attempted to really give this butt munching her all—a feat she was evidently successful in. Sure, Becky didn’t react much to those initial smooches she gave those globular glutes, but that was to be expected for such a milquetoast act. Once Paige steadily spread that bum apart and leaned forward, her long tongue gradually sliding up the line dividing the orange haired hottie’s jiggly cheeks over and over again, Becky closed her eyes and let out a moan so strong it bounced off of the locker room walls.
“How’s the crack?” Eva smugly smiled as she put forth a godawful, cringe-inducing attempt at an Irish accent.
Becky would point out how horrendous her accent sounded, or how lame that joke was, but she was having a little bit of trouble saying much of anything at the moment. Yes, as had been the case many times tonight, she was rendered speechless by the waves of pleasure sweeping through her as a result of her submissiveness. Though funnily enough, feeling this tongue up her butt was actually one of the few instances tonight in which she didn’t feel subservient tonight. She could pretend for a split-second that she was conducting business as usual--that she was still the presiding alpha and fighting champion and that she was making one of her many underlings tongue her tush as a sign of respect. However, the looming reality of the situation never evaporated from her head. Paige, who was possibly THE sluttiest bottom in the entire WWE, was leisurely licking her ass in order to guarantee Eva’s big dick would slide up her butt with utter ease. And it actually felt good--even in this context. Oh, Paige was preparing her to fall right back down the ladder she had scratched and clawed to climb to top of, and all she could do was gasp and groan as she felt the Brit’s saliva coat her crack. Most humiliating of all, those moans increased tenfold once Paige’s moist muscle slid inside her backhole. Since she hadn’t been buttfucked for a solid three months, the Anti-Diva’s tongue didn’t get as far inside that rectal passage as it probably once could, but it got far enough to remind Becky of her pathetic past, tears welling in her eyes once more as she saw Toni approaching, holding a harness and the 12 inch rectum wrecker she would soon become acquainted with. She wasn’t sure what repulsed her more: the fact that a one-note glamour girl like Eva Marie was going to shove that entire dildo inside her butt or the fact that the thought of said glamour girl sliding that strapon into her anal passage was actually turning her on. Shit, she couldn’t believe it, but she wanted to be buttfucked. Big strong Becky Lynch wanted to be buttfucked by a model! How could she live with herself?
Her warm reception to this ravenous rimming went far from unnoticed as the spectators of this surreal scenario were chomping at the bit to offer their commentary.
“No surprise she’s actually getting off on this,” Zelina said with a chuckle.
“What do you expect from a cumrag like her?” Lana added while laughing.
“Pa-the-tic.” Asuka spoke slowly and deliberately, drawing out each syllable to make the words sting that much more.
At an earlier time, those words probably would sting. Hearing Asuka, the woman she was supposed to face tonight, put her down so effortlessly and without hesitation should be eating her up inside. She needed to prove she was on par with The Empress, dammit! But by this point her brain was starting to go, the revered wrestler’s resolve not to break beginning to by and large disappear. All she could concentrate on right now was the immeasurable pleasure Paige’s trained tongue was making her feel, the wet muscle swiftly slipping in and out of her anus. Jesus, she was being buttfucked by a bottom. Paige was using her soft pink tongue to penetrate Lynch’s pert posterior and it felt fucking amazing. Oh fuck, Becky wanted to cum. She hadn’t even gotten to the “main event” with Eva yet and she already was inclined towards climaxing which made her wonder—if she was so extremely aroused from a tongue pumping in and out of her big behind, how would she handle the Flame Haired Femme Fatale’s footlong fuckstick?
Well, for better or for worse, it appeared she was about to find out.
“Paige, get outta the way!” Eva shouted. “It’s time for me to claim my prize.”
“Yes Mistress Marie.” The Brit mumbled, begrudgingly letting go of those plump cheeks, backing away from Becky’s booty and pulling herself up off the floor.
Once the ultra submissive GM finally got out of the way, Eva basked in the mouth watering sight of her pet on all fours, licking her lips looking at Lynch’s luscious buttcheeks. She rubber her strapon with lube while picturing in her head how much she would tear up this big behind. The glamour girl cleared her throat and gave the command she had been waiting to give since she returned to SmackDown Live.
“Spread your cheeks, Becky. Show me that hot little whore hole.”
Becky pouted and whimpered, before diligently clutching her buttcheeks and slowly but surely spreading them apart, showing her O-Ring was ready for the dominant Total Divas star’s cock. Eva got in position and pushed her rubber penis up against The Man’s anus, but knowing the best way to press Becky’s buttons, just held her strapon there, not budging an inch. She stayed in that position for minutes on end, refusing to move a muscle, waiting to hear that thicker than oil Irish accent say the words she had literally dreamed of.
Becky knew what this cruel dom wanted from her, but she was extremely apprehensive to give in to the feisty flame haired female’s whims. However, she knew the sooner she surrendered, the sooner she would be able to feel all 12 inches of this lengthy toy stuffed inside her rotund rear...which she only wanted because then this whole charade could be over with and life could return back to normal. Obviously. What other reason would she want a total sexpot like Eva Marie to bury this big long girl cock deep inside her bowels before thrusting that strapon in and out of her anus until Becky squirted all over the locker room floor? Taking a deep breath, Becky’s voice was at a hushed whisper.
“Fuck my butt.”
All Eva could do was laugh.
“You can do so much better than that. C’mon.”
Becky gave an exasperated sigh and a howl of frustration before reluctantly responding.
“Fuck my butt...please.”
The fitness wear mogul briefly teased pushing that toy forward before wickedly adding another stipulation.
“Ah ah ah. What’s my proper title?” The model taunted in a singsong tone.
Becky grumbled a bit before gritting her teeth and saying, “Fuck my butt please...Mistress Marie.”
Miss All Red Everything could barely contain her excitement.
“Gladly.”
Eva roughly thrusted her fuckstick forward, leading to an absolutely agonizing cry from the Irishwoman, which only made the glamour girl grin wider. She was doing it! She was actually doing it! She was fucking Becky Lynch up the butt. Ok, sure, this wasn’t the first time she had done it, but this was the first time it had really felt like an accomplishment of sorts. Sure, she always knew Becky was masquerading to compensate for the reality that her sole purpose in life was to bend over for real women, but she still hadn’t anticipated being able to break Becky down this quickly. It really was a glorious display, watching the first few inches of her manmade fuckstick vanish into the wondrous behind in front of her. And it was music to her ears hearing this once cocky conqueror get converted into a complete cockpocket as she whimpered with pain while Eva invaded her anal entrance. Wow, she really had gone 3 months without taking up the ass! The fashionable fitness star would’ve bet good money that the Dubliner had at least snuck off and hammered her backhole with a handheld dildo a couple of times in order to quell her underlying submissive desires. But, no, this ass really had gone untouched ever since her rise to the top, and that honestly was a shame. Nobly, The Red Queen vowed that once Lynch was officially hers, she wouldn’t go a single day without getting a dick inside her backside.
Becky closed her eyes as she wailed, desperately trying to pretend it was Charlotte shoving this strapon up her asshole. But she couldn’t truly put herself in those circumstances. She knew all too well who was sodomizing her right now, and she was transported back to the first few months of the brand split, when she was the wimpy little ‘Lass Kicker’, doe-eyed, naive, and ready to take whatever size dick a strong powerful mistress would give her. She had just lost to whatever flavor of the month management favored for the umpteenth time and now she was ready to submit to anyone and everyone who wanted a piece of her skanky ass. And she was eternally grateful when her top for the night was someone as skilled as All Red Everything. Shit, Eva Marie may have been the best top she had ever bottomed for. While Asuka or Charlotte were unquestionably brilliant butt busters, she could continue to grasp onto a modicum of dignity after they were through with her. Eva was only a minute or so into sliding this red behemoth up her rump, and she already felt like a subhuman pile of garbage. She was putty in the runway star’s hands. Whatever Eva wanted from her, she would dutifully obey, because no other woman could make her feel both this awful and amazing at the same time. She had been reduced to nothing but a dick depository, and yet that stripping away of her pride felt refreshing. It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders. Any burdens boggind her down had completely dissolved. All she needed to concern herself with was taking it in the ass like a good girl.
The former face of the SDL womens’ division was so caught up in her daydreaming that she hadn’t even realized the full length of Eva’s rubber shaft had made it into the darkest depths of her bowels, Eva’s thighs butting up against her perky cheeks. If that wasn’t bad enough, The (so-called) Man began moaning in unmitigated ecstasy once Eva started gradually moving this monster cock in and out of her anal entrance, this buttfucking now officially underway. She could sense the severe schadenfreude spreading all throughout as the women’s roster she had shittalked and lorded over for months watched her whole world come crashing down hard. Most of all, she could sense how giddy the galvanizing glamour girl was in response to her reactions.
Vocalizing that giddiness, Eva derided the Dubliner, “Aw, you like that, Becky? You like getting your disgusting ass fucked? I mean, seriously, how the hell did you go any length of time convincing people you were anything other than an anal loving bottom? Did you pay people off? Is this roster really just that stupid? I don’t get it. You clearly have an ass made for fucking, stuffed inside tight leather pants, and yet noone has topped you because...why? You called yourself ‘The Man’? Now look at you. You’re taking this whole cock up your slutty butt and you’re loving it! You’re fucking loving it! The only thing that’s eating you up inside is that I’m not going any harder, isn’t it?”
“N...no...I’m...I’m a top. I--” Lynch began to weakly protest but any subsequent sentences became unintelligible, The Man moaning raucously as that red rubber rod began roughly ramming her rear hole, Becky’s booty cheeks jiggling like jelly as Eva’s thighs repeatedly crashed into her large caboose, her lengthy dildo sliding in and out of this supposed-to-be forbidden hole a mile a minute.
She knew she needed to say something. She knew her reputation would end up just as (if not more) ruined than her anus by the time this vigorous anal pounding had concluded. But the only thing capable of coming out of her mouth were the grunts and whines of a submissive anal loving bitch. The very fabric of her life was getting rearranged before her very eyes and her instinctive response was to squeal in delight as she felt this strapon obliterate her asshole. She should be altogether disgusted by this 12 inch beast tearing up her slutty shit chute, but instead she silently prayed that Eva would abuse her back passage even harder.
Instead, the delectably domineering Diva decelerated her anal annihilation, abruptly switching back to a painfully slow buttbanging, her thick long girl dick sliding bit by bit into Becky’s behind. The pathetic submissive bitch whimpered, clearly preferring a more brutal assfucking as opposed to this gentle booty stretching The Red Queen was dishing out right now. This plodding penetration spanned several minutes, and all Becky could do was wail as she wished that Eva would stop tormenting her and give her what she really wanted…which she of course only wanted so this whole night could be over and done with.
Expertly picking up on her impending pet’s dissatisfaction, Eva polled her, “Aw, what’s the matter, ‘Becks’? Did you like getting your ass absolutely hammered? Huh? You like it rough?”
“Yeah she does.” Carmella weighed in.
“Totally does.” The IIconics agreed, more or less in unison.
“Give her what she wants, Eva.” Charlotte cheered on, the rest of the women’s roster murmuring in concurrence.
“Eh, I wanna hear her say it.” All Red Everything replied while wearing the wickedest grin on her face.
Becky silently cursed, wondering why she was seemingly unable to maintain any of her decency tonight. Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself that as long as she survived all this, she could turn everything around on Eva in the future.
“Yes, I like it rough. Oh God, please. Please hammer my ass. Just fuckin’ destroy it. Batter my but until I cum like a little bitch.” Becky grumbled, sarcastically asking, “Will that suffice?”
Slightly astonished that the Dubliner had any fight left in her, Eva paused for a few seconds before adding, “You forgot my proper title.”
Becky groaned with outright vexation but eventually relented, “...Mistress Mari-AAAHHH!!!”
The prior SmackDown Women’s Champion was cut off by the waves of euphoria that instantly coursed through her body as the fitness model picked up the pace again. Echoing all throughout the backstage area were the pleasure filled squeaks and squeals of this respected in-ring veteran and the slapping of Eva’s thighs against Becky’s buttcheeks. The revered wrestler’s cheeks grew more and more discolored and bruised from Eva’s vicious treatment of her anal orifice. This sizable backside had been tremendously tight at the start of the night, and now it was back to being a loose slutty whore hole, which is all it should ever be.
Every time she felt the stylish TV star’s thighs slam into her gargantuan globes and that same TV star’s impressive strapon reach the cavernous depths of her nasty bowels, Lynch could feel her mind further deteriorate. She tried to reach out and grip onto any remaining self-confidence she may possess, but she was fastly flailing, a failure-filled flop sweat present on her forehead. Her cunt was dripping wet and her clit was throbbing with desire; Nearly every bone of Becky’s body was screaming for the glamour girl to make her cum. Embarrassingly enough, she was so incredibly close to climax--just a few more thrusts from this redheaded bombshell and she would be mercifully brought to orgasm. Then she could squirt while having Mistress Marie’s big dick in her ass...and never have to suffer this disgrace again.
Sensing how close her soon-to-be sub was to orgasm, Eva promptly pulled her long rubber cock out of the lass’s anal entrance and refused to continue causing Becky to whine the loudest she had all night, hell, maybe the loudest she ever had in her life.
“Please,” Becky softly whispered, drawing snickers from the other women watching her, “Please don't do this to me.”
“Do what to you?” The Red Queen played dumb.
Becky was on the verge of weeping again as she quickly blurted out, “Please make me cum.”
Testing the waters, Eva inquired, “Will you be my bitch?”
The words hit Becky like a brick to the face.
“I...I..I..”
“We’re waiting!’ Zelina called out, amusedly observing this trainwreck unfolding before her.
“Take your rightful place.” Sonya smugly chuckled.
“Be her bitch.” Asuka encouraged, honestly enjoying how far the workhorse had fallen, as it only proved that she was never anywhere near her level.
The cacophony of voices surrounding her and her own body were begging that she gave in. She could feel herself increasingly desire surrendering all of her principles and power in order to get the sweet relief she so greatly craved. But she couldn’t do that. She wouldn’t do that. She was The Man and she...
“I...I’ll...I’ll be yer bitch.”
And just like that, the tears started flowing from her eyes, any chance Becky had of bouncing back from this essentially over. The female Stone Cold was left stunned at how exponentially wrong this evening had gone every conceivable step of the way. Eva had effectively killed her ‘badass’ gimmick dead the moment she had made her tap out--forcing her to say those reputation destroying four words were just the nail in the coffin. Of course, the scariest thought that had entered her brain right now was that she had tapped out on purpose to say those four words. Was that true? Had she simply subconsciously wanted to be this model’s submissive? In her heart of hearts, she didn’t wish to believe that, but it was appearing to be more and more true. Oh fuck! It all made sense now. She wanted to be Eva Marie’s bitch!
Lynch’s wailing and crying only grew louder as Eva cruelly teased her, “What was that, Becky? Speak up!”
Becky became a total wreck as she shrieked at the top of her lungs, “I’LL BE YER BITCH! I’LL BE YER BITCH! I’LL BE YER FUCKING BITCH!!”
The cunning conqueror callously cackled, “Good girl. But I think you might be too pathetic for me to fuck.”
Becky felt her face get hot as she realized she may have just debased herself only to not receive the alleviation she seeked.
“No--I need---Unnnhhh, I need to cuuuuum!” The disgraced dom whined like a child.
Eva shook her head at this sub’s sluttiness.
“You want to cum?” She asked, prompting the other woman (if she could even be called that at this point) to hungrily nod her head, “Then you do the work! Yeah, that’s right. Bounce that booty back, Becky!”
The only option Lynch had at this point was to obey and that’s exactly what she did. She stopped spreading apart her large behind and pushed her ample ass back on the head of Eva’s dick, stretching her own backhole open. All 12 inches of this manmade monster cock slid inside the ex Alpha’s anus with utter ease, making it crystal clear what this rear end was made for. Further driving that point home, the Irish whore continued to thrust her butt forward and back, impaling her booty with this dick. Her rectum was beginning to actually ache from the sheer intensity in which she was hammering her shitpipe on this All Red shaft, but she couldn’t be bothered to care. Her central focus was on making sure she squirted like the nasty perverted slut Eva Marie had turned her into, or more accurately, the nasty perverted slut she had been all along. To think, she had actually been stupid enough to tell Eva that she was projecting--that she was the one who wanted to bend over. Now it was clear as day that it was Becky who was projecting. She had projected all her insecurities onto every single woman she had topped because she wanted to be in their spot. She had been too afraid to admit it to herself but anytime she dominated the other women in this locker room, she had pictured herself as the one on all fours and spreading her cheeks, getting that humongous strapon shoved inside her anus. Anytime she had deluded herself into being a dom, she had never felt pleasure like this. She had never felt more herself than when Eva Marie’s strapon dildo was all the way inside her behind. It felt good the first time she had done it all those years ago and it felt even better now.
“Oh, are you The Man now? Huh? Are you going to pretend to be an Alpha ever again?” Eva asked as she felt the submissive woman’s cheeks slap against her thighs.
“NO! UNH! SHIT! I’M NOT THE MAN! UNH! YA ARE! I’M JUST MISTRESS MARIE’S BITCH! GAHH! FECK! I’LL NEVER PLAY ALPHA AGAIN BECAUSE I’M JUST A BOTTOM! OH GOD! I’M A FEECKING BOTTOM AND YER THE ALPHA! YER THE BEST ALPHA EVER! SHIT! OOOOOOOOHHHHH!!”
And with that, the now broken Becky Lynch let go of her inhibitions and gave into her inclinations, squirting hard all over the locker room floor and falling off of her new owner’s dildo, landing in a puddle of her own pussy juices. Eva smiled at her collapsed conquest, as did Paige and Toni, marvelling at how Mistress Marie made mince meat out of The Man. Then Toni’s smile grew even wider as her beloved Red Queen made good on her earlier promise.
“Toniii, who wants to taste some ass?” Eva asked with a laugh as she gave her strapon dildo a little shake.
“I do! I do!” The indy darling turned ignorant submissive enthusiastically answered.
“Then get down her and suck this cock, you dumb slut!” The redhead shouted, and the hot blonde instantly obliged, plopping down to her knees and wrapping her mouth around the tip of this big dick, tasting the bowels of this once respectable wrestler. Thankfully, Lynch’s time at the top of the mountain had come to a close and she now would join her and Paige in realizing the truth--that no woman in WWE history could ever compare to their incomparable owner. Sure, it was slightly irritating that she would have to fight against this newly claimed subordinate for The Red Queen’s attention, but if she was permitted to devour her amazing anal cream then it might actually be worth it. Nobody’s ass could stack up against Mistress Marie’s perfect posterior when it came to taste, but Becky’s was damn near close, that becoming progressively evident as she stuffed more and more of her dom’s dildo down her windpipe. Eventually securing all 12 inches of this rectum flavored rubber rod deep down her throat, the MYC winner closed her eyes and moaned, drawing the praise of her mistress.
“Moan for me. Mmm, yeah, such a good little fucktoy. Moan as you taste my new pet’s nasty ass...and also quit being a greedy little fuck and share with your friend!”
Toni’s eyes shot wide open at this sudden shift of tone from her Mistress and gave her a pleading look, hoping to coerce her into spending a few more minutes sucking on this delicious ass juice covered cock. But when it was clear her Mistress wouldn’t budge, she begrudgingly crawled away from that colossal cock while still eyeing it hungrily.
“Paige, you want a turn? Then get to it!”
The Norwich native nodded and quickly assumed one of her favorite positions, her wide lips sliding up Eva’s strapon, instantly whimpering. Her Mistress really knew how to pamper her. She had already had the privilege of tasting Becky’s yummy booty once tonight and now here she was again, deepthroating a dick that had explored the depths of her delicious rectum. However, this time was even better than the first as Eva knew to treat her like the walking fuckhole she was, rapidly and ruthlessly thrusting her cock in and out of Paige’s mouth like it was 2 dollar whore’s ruined cunt. And honestly, her mouth may be just as slutty as that since the boisterous Brit had sucked enough superior women’s strapons to be able to call herself a near expert in the field. Of course, she still choked and gagged as this dick that had moments ago been buried inside her ex-teammate’s ass, but all in all she took this throatfucking like a champ.
Once Eva got bored with Paige’s whore mouth, she roughly pushed the Anti-Diva away and turned to her latest broken in bitch, grinning wickedly as the orange haired hottie had started to stir again, pulling herself up off the floor.
“Hey Becky. Get over here.”
With a whine, Becky exhaustedly inched over to her new owner, looking up as she towered over her.
“Yes Mistress Marie?”
“You’re my bitch now?” Eva asked, seeking affirmation to a question she knew the answer to.
Becky slightly paused before lowering her head, the gravity of what it meant to be a sub for Eva fucking Marie finally hitting her.
Still, she at last replied, “Yes Mistress Marie.”
“Show me. Spread your cheeks.” The Red Queen directed.
Lynch whined once more but did as she was told, turning around and slowly spreading her cheeks, emphasizing the Grand Canyon sized gaping crater Eva Marie had transformed her asshole into.
“What a pretty little gape.” Eva said with a laugh before winding up and giving Becky’s abused bottom a hard slap, causing the defeated wrestler to groan with pain. “Who owns this hole?”
“Ahh!” Becky cried as the model landed another hard slap to her slutty ass. “Y-you do.”
“That’s right!” The Total Diva laughed. “And that means I can fuck it wherever and whenever I want. Back in my hotel room, back in this locker room, out in the middle of the ring in front of a roaring crowd...although in the ring isn’t really a suitable place anymore, is it? After all, you won’t be wrestling anymore, will you?”
Becky’s response got caught in her throat. She couldn’t imagine any universe in which she didn’t step into a ring and pour her heart out onto the canvas. She couldn’t imagine a world where she wasn’t working in a business that she had dedicated so much of her life to. She had fought so hard and sacrificed so much in order to perfect her craft. On the other side of the same coin, how would she ever be considered a credible competitor again now that she had tapped clean to Eva Marie and subsequently submitted to her forever? Surely, she’d never graze the top of the card again. Hell, she would probably struggle to even get booked. But still, she wasn’t certain she could so easily part with pro wrestling.
Proposing a compromise, Becky weakly replied, “M-maybe just to job to ya?”
Remaining unconvinced that this ho deserved to be anything other than her full time bitch, Eva decided to put it on the backburner for now and tersely responded, “We’ll see. Now come and suck your ass off my big dick.”
Obeying as quickly as she could given how weary she was, she made her way over to Mistress Marie’s long and thick strapon and leaned forward, slurping up her own ass cream and squealing with glee. Not only was she a worthless bottom who loved anal, but she was an ass-to-mouth whore as well.
As the woman who called herself The Man a few hours ago was now actively sucking her slutty shit chute off of this enormous cock, Eva eyed the rest of roster, reveling in the looks of awe and delight on their faces, some of them even beginning to applaud at how meticulously she had dismantled Becky’s dominant aura. However, Eva knew that tonight was only the beginning. Toni, Paige, and Becky were simpletons begging to be put in their place. The true test of her strength was yet to come, but Eva was unwavering in her self confidence, which is why as this depraved sub tasted her own ass, Eva’s eye’s scoured the audience, looking at each and everyone of them, but especially Asuka as she asked,
“Who’s next?”
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