All Red Returns | By : Heyoo Category: WWF/WWE > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 11947 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
Disclaimer: This is a work of complete fiction. I do NOT own WWE, and I do NOT know or own Eva Marie or Toni Storm or Paige or Becky Lynch or Asuka or Carmella or Charlotte Flair. I make absolutely no money off this story. |
Eva was on cloud fucking 9. Since easily beating Becky Lynch for the SmackDown Women’s Title, she had been coasting on a gargantuan wave of momentum. She had been able to withdraw from her match against Ronda Rousey at Survivor Series , citing an absolutely cataclysmic injury (hey, a broken nail could be downright devastating if not tended to properly), and because she was buttbanging the boss on a regular basis, she had been able to get by without defending her title once! But above all else, she had (basically) assumed the position of the blue brand’s Alpha female, a role she was all but born for.
Oh God, she loved every second in which she watched weaker women worship her, most of all in the moments where she was sodomizing one of them like a common street whore, though there was something to be said about witnessing them wrap their mouths around her lengthy dildo, regardless of the reason. They could be preparing that rubber ramrod to run roughshod over their round rears or they could be working to swallow every last drop of their butt cream off of this manmade girl cock—either way Eva got to assert her dominance over an inferior underling, something she was doing right now.
Miss All Red Everything looked on with delight as another 2 inches of the sexy red strapon attached to her waist slid in between Becky Lynch’s lips, the woman formerly known as The Man moaning in delight as she sucked on the 12 inch cock that had just pummeled the darkest depths of her bowels. She was coming fresh off her 60 second dark match loss to Lana, the Ravishing Russian able to easily put away the Irishwoman with a sloppily delivered superkick, a move that the old Becky would frantically try to kick out of, but one that the new Becky was all too happy to lay flat on her back for. After all, the sooner she was pinned or the sooner she tapped out, the sooner she could rush back to the locker room and bend over for her superior Mistress, considering that’s all she was good for now.
It was wild but the woman who had been the hottest rising star in this company had at last realized that her sole purpose in life was to give herself to a superior woman, a real woman, and so after losing to Lana, that’s exactly what she did, the former champion sprinting back to find her beloved owner already waiting for her, the strapon that Becky knew all too well lubed up and ready to dish out a rectum wrecking. Not that she even needed any kind of lubrication, given how slutty and used Becky’s backside had become.
And now she was greedily slurping up her anal juices, the taste of her own ass quickly becoming a typical meal for the once proud wrestler. Yes, Eva had been feeding Becky an arse-flavored cock so frequently, whether it be her own big butt or the delicious behinds of Toni Storm and Paige, that it was now practically part of her diet. Mmm, ass juice and girl cum were the only two food groups fit for Lynch, which was fine by her. Not that her enjoyment even mattered. No, her life was all in service of feeding Eva’s ego, and fortunately, based on the look plastered onto Eva’s glowing face, she looked to be doing just that.
“Aw, take it, take it, fucking take it!” Eva demanded as she roughly thrusted forward. “Yeah, take every last inch of my cock down your gullet like a good girl. Ohhhh, that’s it, you walking fuckhole. Clean your slutty butt off my big girl dick, mmnh, get every last drop like you do with my cum! Yeah, you fucking loser. Remember when you called yourself The Man and thought you were main event material? Because I sure do. God, that shit was fucking hilarious. Oh, if only all those little internet dorks who creamed their jeans over you reigning as champ could see what you’ve become! I mean, they kinda have, given you tapped out to me in like, what, 2 minutes? Mmm, but still, it’d be nice if they saw the full extent of it, my strap-on buried in your nice fat booty before I facefuck your stupid whore mouth. Do you realize what a fucking disgrace you are? Do you even care? No, of course not, you pathetic skank! Fuck!”
Undoubtedly, stuffing her latest broken bottom’s windpipe full of this rectum flavored rubber prick acted as the primary provider of the immense pride Eva felt presently, but The Red Queen would be lying if she said it was the sole source of her hubris. She also took solace in the fact that Toni Storm, the first conquest Eva had claimed in her unforeseen return, was on all fours, clutching her enormous pillowy ass cheeks and showing off the loosened anus that Eva forever owned. The only thing that could make this incredible night even more magnificent was if her precious Paige was there right beside the gorgeous Gold Coast grappler, showing off the abuse her large lilywhite backside had endured.
Unfortunately, it appeared the GM had been summoned for some kind of ‘official business’, the attractive Englishwoman informing Eva she had been asked to attend a very important meeting. Oh, All Red Everything knew the beautiful Brit had other duties to tend to every now and again, but it still didn’t make it suck any less, as she forever yearned to be surrounded by all three of her submissive bitches. Though maybe it was useful to get used to this kind of distance.
After all, once Eva breezed past her remaining competition on SmackDown and then took her rightful place as THE premiere female in this company, some of her subs would inevitably slip through the cracks. In all honesty, Toni would probably be the first to go, as the blonde bombshell was always more of a means to an end and a way to make a statement than she was someone intended to be a long-term butt bitch, and parting with her would be easier, especially given how needy the gifted grappler seemed to be when it came to getting her rectum ruined. Sure, Eva adored tearing up a worthless tramp’s asshole as frequently as she could, but it was almost impossible to satisfy Storm’s heavy hunger for getting roughly reamed.
Oh, Eva loved the power she acquired from being buried nice and deep in any one of her fuckpet’s fat asses, but The Lightning From Down Under’s horniness was nearly overpowering. And when a sub was so slutty that even Mistress Marie was unsure how to satiate them, that was when they were beyond saving. Although, it was awfully hard to argue against keeping that astonishing Aussie fuckdoll all to herself when she looked over and saw those enticingly meaty cheeks spread for her and her alone. Still, she could probably handle Storm falling to the wayside.
Logically, the next little loser to leave her life would be Lynch. Becky’s stock had fallen so dramatically in such a short time that it was unlikely RAW would be in any way chomping at the bit to acquire her. With an entire women’s roster brimming with talent at management’s fingertips, the flagship show wouldn’t be caught dead with a sorry excuse for a wrestler that was so pitiful and powerless she could get squashed cleanly and decisively by fucking Lana in the span of only one minute. Therefore, when Eva inevitably annihilated every woman on SmackDown and had nothing left to do, it was all but a foregone conclusion Lynch would be left in the dust whilst Eva ascended to the greener pastures of the red brand. And that was a damn shame, because this bitch had already been able to forget her role in the pecking order once. Who was to say she somehow wouldn’t end up out of line again?
Oh well, all Eva could do was hope the locker room didn’t grow complacent like they had before and instead took the proper measures to keep Lynch in her lane. Then, she remembered this was the WWE SmackDown Women’s Locker Room and she lost all faith that there would be anything resembling a solitary shred of competence if she wasn’t the one calling the shots.
This group of girls was so pathetic it was almost impressive, nearly every woman in the division relegated to a switch at best—and even then, they weren’t switches who preferred to dominate, but rather switches who at heart wanted nothing more than to get their filthy fuckholes utterly obliterated, only able to take charge and top when they came into contact with the plethora of walking disgraces somehow sluttier than them. The glaring exceptions were Charlotte and maybe Asuka on a good day, but even they had been unable to put a stop to Becky’s disastrous rise to the top, almost allowing a pure bottom to reign supreme over the entire women’s locker room before Eva showed up and mercifully nipped that catastrophe in the bud.
The bottom line was, even though Becky was an exemplary model of a broken docile sub right now, the very real possibility arose that Eva leaving could create enough of a window of opportunity for the orange haired beauty to fuck at least one other woman, and that was simply unacceptable. All Becky should ever be permitted to do was bend over and thank superior women for the privilege of letting her serve them
On the bright side, Eva would always know in her heart of hearts that regardless of whatever could potentially transpire in her absence, she could also snap her fingers and the Irishwoman would instantaneously drop down to her knees and await her next set of orders. So, if she had to be separated from Becky for extended stretches of time, she figured she could probably make that sacrifice, as her own control over the Irish whore would never be in question.
The only potential departure that exponentially hurt the All Red Superstar’s heart was that of Paige’s. A move to Monday nights would mean she’d be worlds apart from her pale pet, as being the SmackDown GM meant the mysterious raven haired women would have to stay put when she really should be by the hot model’s side at all times. Well, if “by her side” meant bent over like a stupid fuckpig taking a big thick cock up her tailpipe, that is.
Maybe it was the fact that she had spent plenty of time with this milky white beauty back during her Total Divas days or maybe it was the just fact that fucking Paige’s fat booty felt so inconceivably good, but Eva had developed a sweet spot for the SmackDown GM that showed no signs of shoring up, thus picturing a world where someone else would wind up pounding that plump rump into oblivion made Eva’s cheeks flush with rage. No other pathetic wannabe would be able to give that ass exactly what it needed. Oh, they would try, but it was Eva and Eva alone who could—
“AHH SHITE! GOD! OH GOD! GAH! BLOODY HELL! So. Fucking Good. So fucking good to have you fucking bumfuck me!! Thank you, thank you, thank you! MMM! Right up my arse! OH GOD!”
What the fuck?
That sounded like…
No.
No.
It couldn’t be!
Right on cue, the locker room door swung open in a flash, and in came Paige, only she wasn’t alone. No, she was currently being lifted up by two hands around her waist with her torso dangling down towards the ground and her backdoor getting relentlessly hammered by a rubber cock that rivaled Eva’s in length and width, and of course, she was loving every second of it. What an unbelievable betrayal! Paige was supposed to be Eva’s butt slut and Eva’s butt slut alone. But now she was all too happy to get railed by a completely different woman. A woman who was clearly doing this to make a statement. A woman who was looking to eat away at Eva’s ego. A woman who once was known for ruthlessly ravaging all of the many fuckholes crawling around the women’s roster.
A woman named Asuka.
Eva should’ve seen something like this coming, as Asuka had every reason to take her down. After all, The Red Queen hadn’t been subtle about her intentions to target The Empress next and it was because of Eva that Asuka had lost her shot at the SmackDown Women’s Title. 4 weeks ago, a legendary high stakes 2 out of 3 falls match was slated to be the main event of SmackDown Live, as Asuka was going to stand toe-to-toe with The Man Becky Lynch and fight her for both her title and a chance to face Ronda Rousey at Survivor Series...but really it was about so much more.
This was supposed to be the year of Asuka. That was the constant thought that never left the multicolored haired woman’s head, the down-on-her luck Joshi star sadly strolling around whichever arena SmackDown was taking place in each week for hours on end as she tried to reflect on what went wrong. At the start of the year, she had won the first ever Women’s Royal Rumble match, rubber stamping her way to a match against Charlotte Flair for the SmackDown Women’s Title. While she could have and maybe should have challenged RAW Women’s Champ Alexa Bliss, she wanted a...well...challenge. Not someone she could turn into a cockpocket in two seconds.
Just like she had done in NXT, Asuka wanted to cement herself as a dominant force incomparable to any other woman in the industry. However, the downside of taking on a challenge was that success was not guaranteed, and Asuka had to learn that the hard way, not only losing a singles match for the first time in her WWE career but losing via submission, her hand frantically tapping and announcing to the world that The Empress was inferior to The Queen. The only saving grace was that the effort she had put forth in the match was so respectable that Charlotte spared Asuka the shame of losing her anal virginity, letting The Empress walk free. If that was where the story ended, Asuka could probably live with herself. Sure, losing to Charlotte was a setback, but not insurmountable.
Unfortunately, that was when a certain little Princess sauntered her way into Asuka’s life.
Carmella was never a name The Empress believed would stoke fear in her heart, yet it was now a name that would haunt her for the rest of her life. When Asuka had initially received a SmackDown Women’s Championship match during Carmella’s title reign, she had thought it would be the breakthrough moment she needed to finally reassert herself as the most powerful woman in WWE. Instead, it had produced the lowest point of her wrestling career, as she was pinned in the middle of the ring by Carmella not once but twice, losing both her first match and her subsequent rematch against The Princess of Staten Island.
Of course, that was far from the worst part, as she also lost her anal virginity. She lost her anal virginity to fucking Carmella! Unlike Charlotte, the self-proclaimed ‘Fabulous’ Superstar didn’t have a shred of respect for the accomplished global sensation, and eagerly used her like a piece of fuck meat. It made Asuka feel so wrong, so dirty, yet a small part of her couldn’t deny she enjoyed it and that’s what scared her most of all.
That was why that match all those weeks ago had been essential for The Empress. She had graciously been given a shot at redemption and she wanted to take full advantage. Yes, Asuka had been hell bent on beating Becky Lynch in two consecutive falls, then bending her over and breaking her in, proving The Man was a sham and that Asuka’s submission to Carmella was a mere fluke. Unfortunately, Eva had reared her pretty head into the title picture (or more accurately, rammed her pretty cock into Paige’s ass), wormed her way into a bout against Becky, gotten Becky to tap clean, and exposed Becky as the delusional pity case she always had been by transforming the newly minted main eventer into nothing more than her full time bitch.
Well, two could play at that game, and if all it took to get a shot at the title around here was wrecking Paige’s phat ‘arse’, Asuka would happily oblige. Feeling like her old intimidating self, The Empress of Tomorrow never took her focus off of All Red Everything throughout her sodomizing of Paige, instead taunting the obviously annoyed glamour model with a wicked and fearsome grin and threatening her with the unfettered insanity lighting up those brown eyes. Most tops would be unleashing a tirade of demeaning dirty talk right about now, but Asuka was always a woman of few words, and she was pretty sure the look on her face spoke volumes. That, and Paige, who was doing plenty of talking herself.
In between a stream of raucous rowdy moans, the 2x Divas Champion squealed, “Oooh fuck! THANK YOU! God, thank you, Mistress Asuka. Thanks for taking and making my slutty little arse yours. It’s yours. THIS IS YOUR ARSE! MMM, it’s yours to bugger hard whenever you want, wherever you want! GAWWWD! I’m a total butt slut, a fucking bum whore, and I live to take it up my shitpipe from arse tamers like you. But please, PLEEEASSSE, make me cum! OH! Make me cum fast and hard!! OH YEAAAH!! I’m nothing but a butt slut, an, MMMMMNHH, an arse whore, someone who fucking lives to take dick up her shitter, so please, please, PLEASE, make me cum!! It’s all I want! It’s all I need! I NEED IIIIIT!!! I need it more than you could ever understand!! Fuck!”
“Hmmm….” Asuka contemplated, continuing to ram her rectum all the while, then growled. “Say you are mine. Not Eva’s. Mine. ”
With only slight hesitation, Paige screeched, “I’M YOURS!!! NOT EVA’S! MMM, NOT AT ALL EVA’S, BUT YOURS! COMPLETELY YOURS! YOUR BITCH! YOU MADE ME YOUR BITCH! I’M MISTRESS ASUKA’S BITCH! OH EMPRESS, MY EMPRESS, PLEASE LET ME BE YOUR BITCH FOREVER! I WANT YOU TO NEVER LET ME GO!!! OOH, I WANT TO BEND OVER FOR YOU WHENEVER YOU WANT ME TO, MMMM, I WANT YOU TO SNAP YOUR FINGERS AND MAKE ME DROP DOWN AND SPREAD MY CHEEKS! AAAH FUCK, I LOVED MISTRESS MARIE, BUT NO ONE HAS EVER TOPPED ME AS GOOD AS YOU HAVE! OH, I’M SO SORRY MISTRESS MARIE, BUT I BELONG TO MISTRESS ASUKA, AS EVERYONE SHOULD! WE SHOULD ALL BE HER SLUTS!!! YESSSS!! FUUUUUUUUCK!!”
That long rambling mindless monologue was soon put on pause as Asuka finally gave Paige what she craved, accelerating with an unadulterated force, promptly sending the SDL GM into overdrive. The Glampire’s cum gushed out of her cunt in a supremely obscene display, Eva’s eyes widening as she watched this utter betrayal go down in real time. The Red Queen told herself that Paige’s words were just her dripping cunt doing the talking, but deep down she feared they were true. That she really had lost the Anti-Diva forever. When she had told herself she needed to prepare for Paige no longer being with her, she didn’t think she would have to be ready by tonight! Fuck!
Rage overtaking her, Eva pushed Becky’s head off of her cock and shoved the Irish lass down on the ground, giving less than zero fucks about the bitch’s well being. She then charged forward towards the formerly undefeated Superstar, cringing as she got an even closer view of The Empress of Tomorrow sodomizing The Diva of Tomorrow and ruining everything she held dear.
She plotted her next move, the reality star highly tempted to leave the arena altogether and seek out where the RAW roster was staying so that she could get her hand on Asuka’s favorite butt bitch, Ember Moon. Ooh, God knows it wouldn’t be hard to dominate her, given that her crowning main roster achievement seemed to be losing two minute squash matches to Nia Jax. Oh, Eva could just picture the look on Asuka’s stupidly terrifying face the second she got wind of All Red Everything using the Shenom in the same way the longest reigning NXT Women’s Champ was using her precious Paige now.
However, she had been in the game long enough to know she shouldn’t act rashly in situations like this. Really, she shouldn’t even show her discontent, but her emotions got the better of her.
“You bitch!” Eva shouted, getting in the face of a woman she knew damn well could probably knock her out in a heartbeat. “You fucking bitch! What the hell is this? What the hell is any of this? Do you know who I am? What I’ve done? How I’ve claimed this entire women’s division and remade it in my image? Or were you too busy bending over for Carmella to notice?”
That last jab caught Asuka off guard, the Joshi star pushing the Norwich native off of her big long cock and onto the cold hard floor. She then slowly extended her index finger and pressed it up against All Red Everything luscious ruby lips before narrowing her gaze.
“Shhhhh.” Asuka hissed. “You are angry? Save it for title match .”
“‘Title match’?! There isn’t gonna be any title match, you rainbow haired freak!”
Smiling, Asuka kicked at the ribs of the Brit beneath her, causing Paige to state, “Um...actually, Eva...there’s been a slight change to tonight’s card.”
Smoke came out of Eva’s ears the second the 2x Divas Champ finished that sentence, The Red Queen yelling, “You have got to be kidding me.”
“‘Fraid not, pumpkin.” Paige smiled weakly, softly yet sincerely adding, “I’m...I’m sorry.”
“Save it, Casper!” Eva barked. “Now is not the time for your pithy apologies. Apologies are for when you don’t worship my body as thoroughly as you should. Apologies are NOT for when you betray me like the backstabbing British bitch you are, and if I’m even willing to make you mine again, I’ll beat your fat butt red. All Red!”
That commentary elicited a pitiful whimper from Paige, a part of her still not wanting to disappoint this dominant Diva. She didn’t want to double cross her (well, now former) mistress, but what choice did she have? She couldn’t get her butt stuffed without cumming when all was said and done!
Fortunately, Eva began directing her ire at the primary culprit of tonight’s proceedings, “And as for you, Asuka...or should I say the one that got away? Do you remember? Do you remember when I got one over on you in NXT, you little dork? When I eliminated the supposedly unstoppable Asuka from the No. 1 contenders battle royal? Or did Carmella pound your ass so hard that you can’t think back that far?”
Sadly, Asuka had remembered, though she sure as hell wasn’t going to bring it up. Although it hadn’t been counted as part of her official undefeated streak record, The Empress had indeed been eliminated by Eva in that random No. 1 contender’s battle royal—a match that was funnily enough won by Carmella. Still, everyone and their brother, sister, father, and mother knew that was a complete fluke of a moment, Eva capitalizing in the few seconds in which Asuka thought she had eliminated all the remaining competitors. Look at any match between Asuka and Eva in which pinfalls and submissions were viable victories and the result was always the same—The Empress knocked off The Red Queen. And things would be no different tonight! Well actually maybe they would be different in that she would make sure Eva wouldn’t run away and avoid the ass fucking she so greatly deserved. Carmella may have shocked the world, but lightning wouldn’t strike twice for the measly models on this roster who were pretending to be pro-wrestling proficient. Asuka would make sure of that.
Unfortunately, The Empress hadn’t made sure that the condescending Californian’s incessant trash talk came to an end, meaning Eva continued, “And, besides, this is so unfair!! Imagine getting a title shot that you didn’t earn? What kind of rude little jerk would do that? For real, you’ve done nothing to deserve this, and if you think about it, I’ve already fended you off as a challenger. See, I beat Carmella way back when, who's beaten you now, meaning I’ve also beaten you by proxy. I’ve also topped Carmella, who’s topped you, meaning...well...we really don’t have to go out to that ring tonight, do we? Why don’t you just bend over right now and we can get this over with?”
Those were the last words Eva got out while still standing on her own two feet. Out of nowhere, Asuka’s palm struck Eva right in the kisser, causing All Red Everything to collapse on the hard floor, the poor glamour model almost crashing into Becky Lynch, who was still behind her on all fours. Thankfully, that collision was narrowly avoided, but with nothing to break her fall, the fitness guru felt the effects of this unexpected takedown even more. Yet, even as she remained stuck in a hazy daze with her picture-esque face numbed from the impact of that thunderous slap, the following words from Asuka rang out loud and clear.
“Think before speaking.” The fearsome Empress warned while her lips twisted into a mystic sadistic grin and her eyes lit up like a starry Independence Day sky before her head began shaking from side to side in disapproval as she frenziedly howled. “You are not ready!! NO ONE. IS READY. FOR ASUKA!!!”
Emphasizing her point, Asuka leaned down and gave a mighty slap to the laid out SmackDown GM’s bulbous ‘arse’, leading Paige to moan with gratitude like the shameless submissive slut she not-so-secretly was.
If Eva was on the top of her game right now, she would simply remind the freakish little Empress that ‘Mella certainly seemed ready for Asuka, as The Princess of Staten Island had allegedly spent the first two weeks after beating Asuka the first time making sure there wasn’t a night that went by without Asuka getting a strap-on slammed balls deep into her meaty booty. Sadly, Eva was nowhere near the top of her game. Worse, she was actually starting to believe Asuka’s words, the reality show star solemnly dragging herself up off the floor and sulking while skulking around towards the door, not wanting her backdoor whores (which she guessed was just Toni and Becky now) to notice that she was leaving the room to take a breather.
It didn’t work.
“Mistress Marie?” Becky called out, presenting a pitiful pout since she knew damn well there was still some tasty arse cream left on that cock. “Where are ya goin’?”
Trying to reassure her beloved owner, Toni softly added, “We’re still here for you, my Red Queen, and we always will be. We swear. Right, Becky?”
“Fook yeah!” Lynch proudly beamed, happy to be Eva’s exclusive property. “I want to belong to Mistress Marie and Mistress Marie only!”
Though she would never say it out loud, Eva found herself genuinely touched by this support from her submissives, though in the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but think that if either one of these anal skanks were who Asuka chose to use against her then they’d be telling a different story. Still, she was never going to complain about a couple of butt bitches singing her praises, so she decided to use this moment to her advantage. Storming back into the room, Eva grabbed her pale betrayer by her jet black hair, forcing Paige to look her former mistress in the eyes.
“Look at me, you stupid cunt.” The glamour girl growled and glared, “Did you hear them? That’s what actual loyalty sounds like! But you wouldn’t know loyalty even if it bit you in your phat ass! That’s why you allowed yourself to be passed back and forth between Nikki Bella and AJ Lee for all that time, of course not realizing AJ was my little butt bitch all along and was just adorably using you to pretend that she was still a top, as she knew you were the only cumdumpster left she could actually still dominate. Of course, I’m sure even a dumb bitch like you could piece together what had happened to that delusional geek once Nikki and Brie were double teaming you two side by side. BUT, that’s all besides the point. My point is, where does it end with you? Huh? I’m Eva Marie . AKA THE Alpha—regardless of what Charlotte might say. Dumb little hoes like you should be chomping at the bit to worship me! Now you’re just gonna try and kick me to the curb when it’s convenient to you?! After everything we’ve been through?”
“I’m...I’m sorry Mistr...” Paige started but then paused and corrected herself, “I’m sorry, Eva. I...I just...I did what I had to. Alright?”
Scowling, Eva decked the needy Norwich native straight in the face, causing Paige to open her mouth wide so she could howl in pain, giving All Red Everything the chance to spit a wad of warm saliva right into her former fuckhole’s mouth, the fitness guru following that up by shouting, “No, it’s not alright, you fucking tramp. You disgust me!
She then let go of the ravenous whore’s raven hair, and of course, the dumb bitch started sobbing, but that was of zero concern to Eva, who was already busy walking over to the pets that had pledged their devotion to her. With a warm smile, The Red Queen lovingly cupped Toni’s face and began lifting her upwards, which gave the former NXT UK Superstar a small amount of hope that she may get the oft-unattainable privilege of locking lips with this authoritative Aphrodite of a woman.
Unfortunately for her, it was all a swerve as the conquering Concordian instead delivered a hard backhand to Toni’s radiant mug, triggering a pain filled cry from the pathetic Aussie. She then marched over to Becky and followed a similar pattern, though she cut the crap when it came to feigning romance and went straight to slapping the shit out of the once tough fighter.
“As for you two…” Eva glared. “Thanks for trying to not be completely worthless for once and actually offering your support, but unlike you, I don’t need to be validated by anyone...especially not by a couple of pieces of inferior fuckmeat. Got it?”
“Yes Mistress Marie.” Toni immediately responded. “Sorry Mistress Marie.”
“Yes my Red Queen. Sorry my Red Queen.” Becky swiftly replied, almost in unison with her fellow slutty sub.
“I’m not sure I buy it.” Eva smirked. She totally did buy it but she wanted an excuse to spank her bitches’ ridiculously fat asses. Not that she really needed one given they were there for her to use as she pleased.
“I’m so sorryyyyy Mistress Mariiiieee!!!” Storm squealed as she felt Eva’s palm striking her humongous ass, then screamed at the top of her lungs a series of words the dominant Diva had made her say in the bedroom countless times, “IT’S NOT TONI TIME, IT’S YOUR TIME! IT’S NOT TONI TIME, IT’S YOUR TIME! IT’S NOT TONI TIME, IT’S YOUR TIME!”, repeating those words over and over again.
Smiling, Eva stopped spanking Toni and gave Becky the same treatment, which meant the Irishwoman predictably followed a similar path, hollering, “Oh, fook, I’m sorry, Mistress Marie!”, then subsequently went into repeating a reminder of her own, “I’M NOT THE MAN, I’M YER BITCH! I’M NOT THE MAN, I’M YER BITCH! I’M NOT THE MAN, I’M YER BITCH!”
As she stepped away from this submissive duo, Eva took solace in the fact that both of these bitches were continuing to wail these statements of their current status, those loud degrading words sounding like music to the model’s ears. Sauntering out of the locker room, Eva made a point to step on the sprawled out body of the blubbering Brit, then turned back around one last time to make an announcement.
“If anyone needs me, don’t . I have an old friend I need to catch up with.”
And with that, The Red Queen left the room, feeling as powerful as she ever had felt, her temporary humiliation already fading away.
****
From far and wide
And light years away
Cast from the shadows
Now light my way
The crowd absolutely erupted once ‘The Future’ was blasted over the arena’s loudspeakers and Asuka began gallivanting down the entrance ramp as charismatic as ever. Despite her profile having fallen since Wrestlemania, the adoration of this paying audience towards The Empress remained at a record high. Asuka’s life backstage may have been a submissive nightmare but out here, she was still over as hell. And she knew she had successfully gotten inside All Red Everything’s pretty little head pre-match, so the result of this bout was all but a foregone conclusion. Of course, she had thought the same thing facing Carmella, but she hadn’t taken the time to gain the mental advantage over her before the bell rang, so maybe, just maybe, that could be the difference maker. Which was kind of an insane thought, as the real difference maker should be the fact that she had wrestled all over the world and beaten the best while it was questionable whether Eva even knew how to lock-up properly, but she had learned anything was possible in the WWE so she didn’t want to take her chances.
That was why she did her best to still take her opponent seriously even as everything that happened during this fitness model’s ridiculous entrance told her to do the exact opposite. As if the trademark opening narration detailing how stunning the crimson haired hottie was and the subsequent attempt from Eva to flash a bold smolder that capitalized on her sex appeal hadn’t been silly enough, the gorgeous glamour girl was met with a flurry of “You can’t wrestle!” chants the second she stepped out onto the stage, all of these fans clearly annoyed that Eva fucking Marie was holding this championship title over any one of the female superstars they actually respected.
Regardless of what these haters thought of her, The Red Queen was confident that she could walk out of this thing and retain the SmackDown Women’s Championship one way or another. First, she began faking a limp midway to the ring, though that attempt at trickery ultimately failed as after taking a momentary break from clutching her leg in faux pain when stepping through the ropes, she began accidentally selling the wrong leg, leading to the ref surprisingly growing a backbone and calling her bluff, causing the model to simply hang her head down in shame, as if she was a bratty kid who got caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Yet, she couldn’t stay bent out of sorts for too long, as she had a perfect plan B tucked up her sleeve.
After Greg Hamilton rattled off his ring introductions, Eva knew what she had to do, the beautiful reality star handing over her title with a surprising amount of courage. Hell, the flame haired hottie hilariously bounced back and forth like Brock Lesnar before the bell rang, as if she was some legit badass, at which point Asuka could no longer treat this alleged competitor as an actual threat. God, she had tried to avoid the same mistake she had made with Carmella in underestimating her abilities, but this laughable loser made it so damn easy. She was obviously hugely overcompensating after getting her precious Paige stolen out from under her nose, and it was delicious. Oh, Carmella she was not, and soon Asuka’s dreams of regaining Alpha status would be fully realized.
Once the bell sounded, Eva unsurprisingly immediately rolled out of the ring, doing whatever she could to avoid The Empress, which was already an extremely encouraging sign for the formerly undefeated star. Asuka geared up, approaching the ropes so she could take the fight to The Red Queen on the outside. All she had to do was get a couple of shots in and get Eva in the Asuka lock and this match would be over. Taking a few seconds to savour her impending triumph, Asuka licked her lips semi-seductively, as to not alert the fans in the building to what was going on here but to let every woman in the back know she was going to pop Eva Marie’s sweet little anal cherry tonight. And here she went, about ready to leave the ring and claim her prize.
F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S!
It was then that Asuka froze dead in her tracks as she heard the entrance music of the woman who had altered her entire career, wondering what she wanted and why she couldn’t leave well enough alone. Her inability to move only grew when The Princess of Staten Island began dancing her way towards the ring, though as time passed, she managed to muster enough strength to turn and face her horrid tormentor, the once mighty Empress actually gulping in fear as she looked Carmella in the eye. For her part, the Fabulous superstar gave a cute little wave and a loud cackle of a laugh as she stared at the woman who had so happily been nothing but her cock depository a couple of months ago.
Eva smirked. Everything was panning out exactly as she had envisioned it. Stealthily sliding back into the ring, the Total Divas star waited patiently for Asuka to turn around, which the distracted bitch did once she realized her opponent was no longer out of the ring. The very nanosecond Asuka was facing her direction, Eva nailed her with a hot-blooded backhand then inevitably followed that up with…
Sliced Red #2!
1!
2!
3!
And thus, this match was over before it had even really begun, Eva putting one foot down on the stunned still body of the beaten Empress as her title was placed back over her shoulder and her hand was raised, the deadly heat from the crowd so loud that nobody could hear the death blow delivered to Asuka’s already flailing career.
“Here is your winner AND STILL the SmackDown Women’s Champion—Evaaaa Marieeee!”
Quite proud of what she had accomplished tonight, Eva made a point to bend down and pick up Asuka’s head, shoving the title in her face in order to remind her of what she was unable to obtain here tonight, but it didn’t really do this historic failure justice. Not only had Asuka failed to capture that title, but she had failed to hit a single offensive maneuver on Eva AND she had been pinned in under two minutes from taking only one move. Granted, it was Eva’s finisher and it had been hit right after Asuka had been reminded of her previous shortcomings, but it was still a pretty fucking pathetic showing from someone that had been viewed as completely untouchable at the start of the year.
Yet, this would be far from the worst part of Asuka’s evening, as now she had to stumble her way to the back and take an all-out ass fucking from this inferior model, most likely in front of the rest of the locker room, therefore effectively ending any chance she could ever be a dom again. God, at least Carmella had only bragged to everyone about what she did to Asuka as opposed to actually fucking her in front of them like Eva was known to do.
As she laid flat on her back, Asuka stared up at the sparkling lights of the arena, wondering what she had done to deserve a fate so horrible. She stayed in that position long after Eva and Carmella had returned to the locker room and long after the ref had left the ring, only leaving once the production crew had practically forced her to in order to keep the show moving along to the next segment. Even still, Asuka meandered her way to the back, which meant she was met with a litany of jeers from the fans who once admired her.
“What the fuck, Asuka?!”
“You get off on losing, don’t you?”
“You were supposed to be the best fucking thing on this main roster!”
“Thank God Eva won. This bitch is overrated as hell!”
If she had been the old Asuka, such blatant disrespect would send her into a fit of fury, but now all she could do was shut up and take it, The Empress even finding herself agreeing with some of the sentiment. After all, if she couldn’t beat Eva Marie, maybe she really had been overhyped.
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“No, no, no, fuck! FUCK! I’m sorry! I’m so so sorry Mistress Marie! I didn’t mean it!” Paige pathetically cried, the pale beauty with her back against the lockers, allowing Eva to deliver repeated chops across the Englishwoman’s naked chest.
Feeling zero compassion for this treacherous lecherous traitor, Eva snapped, stomping away from this betraying bottom and stepping up to her locker in order to retrieve a pair of handcuffs. “Shut up, slut! God, I can’t believe you gave yourself over to Asuka? Or should I say Ass-uka? Because that’s all she’s gonna be from this point on! Just a piece of ass for me to fuck. Like you used to be, until you squandered it, moron. And now the woman you pledged your allegiance to is just another submissive little bitch.”
Paige whimpered as she let Eva cuff her, the formerly confident GM now shaking and shivering as her hands were placed behind her back and she felt the cold hard metal of these rigid restraints press down onto her wrists. Once those cuffs were locked into place, Eva lowered her down to the ground, forcing the Anti-Diva to sit up against this locker covered wall. As she sat there with her hands stuck behind her back, The Glampire couldn’t stop herself from sniffling a bit, feeling so ashamed she had ever ditched Mistress Marie for the now clearly inferior Asuka.
“So, here’s the deal, you braindead whore.” Eva started, explaining her plans for this evening to poor pitiful Paige. “After the stunt you pulled tonight, you’re staying right there. You don’t get to worship my body. You certainly don’t get to be assfucked. And if it wasn’t obvious already, you don’t even get to touch yourself. Then, if you’re good, maybe, MAYBE, I’ll consider taking your sorry ass back and wasting my time with you. Got it?”
Knowing that she was fortunate to even receive that modicum of mercy, the naughty Norwichian gently responded, “Yes Mistress Marie. Thank you Mistress Marie.”
“Ah-ah.” Eva wagged her finger. “You haven’t earned the privilege of calling me that yet. At this moment, you’re nothing and belong to no one. Not me and especially not Asuka anymore...speaking of which!”
Eva’s face brightened up the second Asuka at long last arrived in the locker room, The Empress still so adorably shocked and terrified by her fate. Asuka was well aware that the eyes of every woman on the SmackDown roster were locked on her, but she wasn’t able to use that as motivation to shift her demeanor, and The Red Queen was glad for that. After all, it really was glorious to see the woman who had earlier been confident enough to try and steal away one of Eva’s bitches now hanging her head down in a mixture of regret, grief, and embarrassment, the Joshi star no doubt knowing she wasn’t long for this current world. No, soon, she would awaken to a whole new world. A world where she never tried to be a badass again and instead bent over for real women like Eva. And to a lesser extent, Carmella.
Reminding her of that fact, Eva decided to be her typical patronizing self, “Hey Asuka, I just wanted to say, good effort out there! Sure, you didn’t win the title, but you got some good shots in. Oh wait...did I say good shots? I meant no shots. You got no shots in. But that’s okay, I understand. You were just too mesmerized by my incredible perfection.”
“ Actually , and I’m just spitballing here, I think it might have had something to do with moi !” Carmella stepped up, striking a silly pose as she and Eva shared a laugh then a hug.
“Thanks again.” Mistress Marie cooed in a rare moment of sincerity. “I probably could have done it on my own, but it was still nice to have the help.”
“Right, right.” Carmella smiled, not fully convinced Eva could have pulled this off without her but not daring to question her. “You know, this was a pretty big ask. I’m supposed to be a good girl now.”
“You were a good girl. You always are.” Eva smirked, her sultry tone unmistakable.
During The Red Queen’s tenure in NXT, Carmella had quickly risen the ranks to become one of Eva’s favorite sluts, which was honestly a little surprising. Sure, ‘Mella was right on the money when she deemed herself “The Hottest Chick in The Ring”, as she had an otherworldly angelic face and an unfathomably fuckable ass to boot, but there was generally an agreement between the ‘eye-candy’ model types in the division to steer clear of fucking each other. After all, the quote unquote pure ‘wrestlers’ already had enough disdain for them--the last thing they needed to do was undermine each other.
Granted, it didn’t really matter, as most wrestlers were ultimately putting on a façade of disrespect when they wanted nothing more than to let these models have their way with them, but it still was generally accepted that models wouldn’t target other models. However, after beating the allegedly Fabulous Superstar on multiple occasions, Eva just couldn’t resist the arresting proposition of pounding The Princess’s pert posterior, and while The Staten Island Princess was a much more dominant force than she had been in her developmental days (she had taken down Asuka for Christ’s sakes), it was clear that she was still putty in the pretty Red Queen’s hands, as she had come to her aid tonight without hesitation. That was why the fierce fashionista though the Fabulous fighter was due a reward.
“And because you were such a good, good girl…” Eva continued, “How about you prepare the ass of the almighty Asuka for me?”
Gasping with excitement, Carmella clasped her hands together and jumped up and down before playfully saying, “I thought you’d never ask!”
Trying to object while remaining respectful of her beloved butt-tamer, Becky interjected, “Mistress Marie...are...are ya sure we couldn’t be of any assistance to ya?”
Backing up her fellow bitch, Toni added, “As the old saying goes, three tongues are better than one.”
“I’m pretty sure no one has ever said that, like ever.” Carmella scoffed.
“Ignore them.” Eva insisted, shooting a glare at her subs. “Unlike you, Carmella has something called ‘dignity’ and is actually able to be useful in ways that don’t involve surrendering up her fuckholes, so it’s only fair she gets rewarded for that. Okay?”
“Yes Mistress Marie.” Lynch grumbled.
“Yes Mistress Marie.” Storm sighed.
“Now, let’s get this show going.” Eva smirked, turning her attention to her vanquished opponent for the night. “Strip before your Red Queen, ‘Empress’, and bow down. Strip and bow down so that Carmella can give your fat ass the rimming it deserves.”
Predictably, Asuka instantly scowled, and Eva was fully expecting The Empress to lay into her. Why wouldn’t she? She was Asuka, and her loss tonight had been far from clean, which is why Eva knew there was a real possibility this formerly undefeated Superstar would try to turn the tables on her. While typical backstage sex etiquette dictated that the winner topped the loser, turning the tables was an effective way to gain a reputation of dominance. Hell, it was how Eva had established herself as a top in the first place. So the longest reigning NXT Women’s Champ was well within her rights to challenge the fashion designer, and given the way she cleared her throat and raised her finger, it looked like she was gearing up to do just that.
That’s what it looked like , but then, as if a switch had flipped inside the once dominant Japanese star’s head, Asuka broke down, loudly weeping like a pathetic fuckhole. Eva struggled to hide her surprise, her jaw momentarily dropping as she questioned whether The Empress was playing mind games with her. If she was, she was really going out of her way to humiliate herself in the process, the once unstoppable conqueror actually putting some effort into making sure she removed her clothes as sensually as possible, even turning around to show off the asset Eva obviously had the most interest in, i.e. that amazing fleshy ass. She then knelt down at Eva’s feet, though she stopped short of bowing like Mistress Marie had asked.
This display of unadulterated submission from the former NXT Women’s Champion triggered gasps and murmurs from all of the women observing it, none of them able to believe their eyes. They knew Carmella had done a number on Asuka’s once unshakeable psyche, but never in their wildest dreams could they picture her so willingly surrendering to Eva Marie.
Voicing the general consensus in the room, Billie Kay mumbled, “Oh my God.”
Adding to her best friend’s sentiment, Peyton Royce remarked, “Awww, it’s poor wittle Asuka, and she’s crying like a stupid broken bitch.”
Mocking the Aussies for merely describing what they were all seeing, Charlotte quipped, “Wow, Billie and Peyton! Thanks for stating the obvious,” drawing assorted chuckles from the rest of the room.
“No, no, you don’t understand!” Billie started.
“That woman there,” Peyton pointed at the disgraced Empress, “Some of you weren’t around to know but back in her prime, she destroyed everybody .”
“And we mean everybody .” Billie re-emphasized.
“Oi don’t even think Steph was safe.” Peyton noted.
“She made a habit of gaping me and Pey’s little assholes.” Kay admitted. “It was sooo disgusting!”
“So disgusting.” Royce reiterated.
“But so hot.” Billie smirked.
“Sooo hooot!” Peyton confirmed. “And now she’s here, a blubbering mess, kneeling like it’s nothing. But it’s a big effing deal!”
“A huge effing deal!” Billie nodded.
“SHUUUUT UUUUPPP!!” Carmella screeched. “I’m about to rim this poser and I’d like to do so IN PEACE! Understood?”
The IIconics dutifully nodded, as did everyone else in the locker room. Well everyone not named Charlotte and Eva, but that went without saying. And not Asuka either, but it was only a matter of time until she fully followed orders.
Hearing the two irritating Aussie’s recount the days in which Asuka was the butt buster to end all butt busters should have been enough to break The Empress of Tomorrow from her trance. She should have been able to recollect and reconnect with her glory days. She certainly shouldn’t be giving into these two menacing models who had unfairly beat her without putting forth any pushback.
However, any attempt to drum up the dominance Peyton and Billie were recalling seemed to be all for naught, as it felt like the two self-proclaimed “Iconic” Superstars were describing an entirely different person...which in a way they were. God, she had become such a far cry from the woman who could so effortlessly turn virgin tight rectums into well used craters. Hell, she had become such a far cry from the woman who had used Paige’s pale booty as leverage at the start of this night, all remaining shreds of badassery within her being quickly snuffed out.
Still, she had to try to do something. She couldn’t keep feeling sorry for herself, as all that had done was leave her to be a sorrowful sobbing sad sack kneeling on this dirty locker room floor. She had to offer some kind of protest, even if it wasn’t as passionate as she would like it to be.
Working hard to stop the flowing tears and continued wails and then clearing her throat, Asuka remarked, “Peyton. Billie. They are right. I. Am. Asuka. And you will not—-ooooh!”
Her attempt at a menacing speech was interrupted by an embarrassingly girly gasp as she felt a soft wet tongue swirling around her pink puckered asshole, and from that point forward, the mighty Asuka moaned in complete submissive bliss. Normally, Asuka could pretend she was getting her ass worshipped when she was in this position, which fueled her continued delusions of grandeur, but she wasn’t afforded that luxury tonight.
Instead, Carmella decided to jump right into a frenzied rim job, hungrily lapping away at that hot whore hole, ravenous raucous slurping noises complimenting The Empress’s uncharacteristically elated squeals. Or maybe more accurately, completely characteristically elated squeals, the mask of Asuka slipping away and a pitiful bottom who loved getting her butt munched taking her place.
Eva watched this spectacle with bemused amusement. This was the woman who had taken down everyone standing in her way? She was pretty sure Becky Lynch had put up more of a fight, and that walking fuckhole had tapped clean to Eva in the center of the ring!
God, this was just a further testament to how pathetic this current crop of women were that Asuka could surge up to the top of the card and go completely unchecked when it was quite clear now that she had been begging to be put in her place that entire time. Sure, the little sluts crawling around during Eva’s first run with the company hadn’t been much better (again see: Lee, AJ), but they hadn’t been as comfortable in their submission as the “women” in this locker room, these wimpy weaklings willfully voicing their docile desires.
“Gawd, I can’t believe how good Carmella is at rimming that ass. Ooh, or how ready Eva looks to fuck that slut. Fuck, I kinda hope they dom me.” Mandy Rose dreamt aloud, offering a rare example of a model who couldn’t even top, then turned to her girlfriend and sheepishly said. “Sorry, babe. I just want a couple of real tops to use me.”
“No, no, I get it.” Sonya blushed, simultaneously ashamed that she couldn’t satisfy her girl and aroused by the prospect of not only Mandy bending over for The Princess and The Red Queen, but herself as well, expressing that last part as she murmured, “Me too.”
“Then you better get in line, girl!” Naomi called out, her fingers already buried deep in her dripping snatch despite the fact that tonight’s action was barely underway.
“ Please ,” Lana butted in, “I can take cock better than all of you combined!”
“Mmm, stupid, stupid puta .” Zelina derided. “Want to put your money where your mouth is?”
As Asuka heard this bevy of shameless whores entranced by the two worthless models asserting their superiority over her right now, she simply whimpered. At the start of the year, these women quivered in their boots at the mere mention of the name ‘Asuka’! Fire and Desire? Extinguished and quelled, courtesy of The Empress. Naomi? Forget about ‘Feeling The Glow’, all she should focus on feeling was Asuka’s towering cock inside her big fat booty. Lana? She had been happy to give that bitch ‘her name backwards’ on multiple occasions. Zelina?! That chick was a mere manager, not even worth her time. And yet, now all of these inferior underlings were fawning over the glamorous talentless hacks Asuka had become cannon fodder for.
Eva, meanwhile, just kept chuckling and chuckling as these Superstars continued bickering back and forth about who was most deserving of bottoming for the dynamic domming duo of Carmella and herself. The obvious answer was none of them, as they were all so hideously pitiful, though that hadn’t stopped Eva before. Case in point, obvious unworthy butt slut Asuka was in front of her right now, squealing in what sounded to be a pitch perfect mixture of glee and shame, and as Eva circled her prey, she got a good idea as to why.
While her view of course wasn’t quite as good as Carmella’s, Mistress Marie could still surmise that The Princess’s pink tongue was getting surprisingly far and deep into The Empress’s rectum. Granted, probably not as deep and far as she would have gotten a month or two ago, as Asuka had narrowly avoided getting ass fucked since, but it was deep enough and far enough to prove the longest reigning NXT Women’s Champ was damaged goods at this point.
And Carmella’s tongue only plunged further the longer this went on, The Princess lifting that ass upwards and really burying her face good in those chubby cheeks, causing Asuka’s body to fold up like a tent, her eyes to bulge out of her socket, and her hands to slowly glide across the ground in a clawing motion, as if she was attempting to inch towards a bottom rope that didn’t exist. The safety provided by ‘rope breaks’ may have done wonders for Asuka the wrestler, but in this locker room, there was no escape from her humiliation and thus no escape from being exposed as what she truly was.
While there may not have been a rope for Asuka to grab onto, Eva did decide it was beneficial to divert Asuka’s attention elsewhere. After instructing Carmella to put that booty back down, All Red Everything removed the title belt she was wearing around her waist, as it was the only barrier to her significantly soaked red lace panties.
In what was slowly becoming one of her signature moves, Eva instructed, “Take my panties off...with your teeth!”
Said teeth were then gritted as it appeared that Asuka was finally going to grow a pair again, the popular asskicker furiously shouting, “KUSOTARE! BAKAGETA SHOFU!! AAAAGHHH! WATASHI WA ANATA GA KIRAIDESU!!!”, though the possible intimidation this tirade could have brought about was severely hampered by the moans interspersed in between each word as Asuka continued to experience the pleasurable effects of ‘Mella’s next level anilingus.
Smirking, Eva bent down and cupped the frenzied fighter’s face, quipping, “I’m hoping that translates to ‘Yes Mistress,’ and ‘Thank you Mistress’.”
This burst of anger still flowing through her, Asuka delivered two words that Eva understood perfectly.
“FUCK YOU!”
Building upon that defiance, Asuka spat on the ground in All Red Everything’s direction, and for a split second, the world made sense again, the Joshi’s heart swelling with pride as she showed she had a sliver of fight left in her. Naturally, Eva’s reaction to this sudden fire was not positive, a sour glower clouding that normally stunning face.
“Thank you! I love you too.” Eva sarcastically replied, then growled. “You know, I thought you would’ve learned your lesson, you little rat. That whole ‘tough girl’ routine you tried before our match, it didn’t work. And it’s not gonna work now.”
The fashion designer then snapped her fingers and commanded, “Carmella, stop rimming her. I have to beat some respect into this slut.”
Reluctantly, Carmella pulled her face away and pouted, “Awww, come oooon! It was just getting goood! A couple minutes more and I could’ve told you what this bitch had for breakfast!!”
“I don’t care.” Eva stated bluntly. “I thought I made it clear that I call the shots around here.”
“You did, you did.” Carmella sighed, backing away from that beautiful butt. “Sorry Mistress Marie.”
“Apology accepted.” Eva quickly nodded, then turned her attention to her victim. “But you...you’re gonna have to do a lot more than apologize.”
Grabbing Asuka’s hair and pulling her upwards onto her own two legs, Eva pulled her future pet over to the lockers. Fearing the worst, the Joshi Superstar dragged her feet, but that attempted preventative measure was no match for Mistress Marie’s muscle, the remarkably fit sexpot able to get The Empress to her intended destination with utter ease. Eva then pushed Asuka up against the lockers so that she was standing a few feet away from the handcuffed and helpless Anti-Diva that she had tried to stake claim to earlier in the night. With a mocking chuckle, Eva clutched the formerly unbeatable competitor’s wide hips and pulled back, thus ensuring the illustrious star’s pert posterior was sticking out and practically begging to be beaten bright red.
“Ok, this should be easy for you to comprehend.” Eva launched into her explanation. “I’m going to spank your ugly ass and every time I do, you count. Got it?”
The only immediate response she received was an incensed Asuka trying to back kick the uppity model in the shins, though the redheaded dom fortunately dodged it.
“You know the rules. You lost our match, you pay the price!” Eva barked. “So, again I’ll ask...got it?”
A long pause filled the room before Asuka eventually spunkily grumbled, “Do your worst!”
A wicked smile flashed on the face of The Flame Haired Femme Fatale who simply promised, “I will.”
After that declaration, Eva smacked the embarrassed Empress’s round rump with a shocking amount of force, and from there, dished out an all out anal assault, holding nothing back as she delivered blow after blow to that big butt. Accompanying each powerful slap was the rattle of those lockers, the disgrace globally travelled grappler gripping onto the two nearest locker handles in front of her as she braced for impact.
Eva reveled in that added sound. As if the noise provided by her palm’s thunderous contact with that pudgy rear wasn’t enough, the shaking and rumbling of those lockers after each hit made this onslaught of ass abuse ten times more pronounced. Mistress Marie hadn’t initially banked on performing such a brutal spanking, at least not at the onset, but her anger was too great to start things off slow.
She had been contemplating beating that sexy seat ever since Asuka had gone out of her way to make this personal by ramming Paige, but initially showed mercy out of the kindness and compassion of her heart. Also, she was incredibly aroused after quickly disposing of Asuka in seconds even though the Japanese star should have kicked her ass and didn’t want to waste any time. But if The Empress was going to be hellbent on denying what she truly was, then Eva found it appropriate to really make an example out of her, never relenting in her beating and actually somehow managing to make her strikes land even harder as time progressed.
Best of all, Asuka’s fire appeared to be momentarily stamped out, as the ex dom glumly counted every rough slap, now reaching double digits, “Ten, owww, ohhhhh, eleven, mmmmrnhhh, aaaahhh, tw..twelve, ouch, ohhhh, I-I..I can’t believe..mmmm…”
Asuka’s psyche shut down yet again, loudly sobbing as her big butt began throbbing. She had always thought of this quote-unquote “eye candy” Diva as incredibly weak, but Eva was now proving her to be unbelievably wrong. Of course, she had seen how effective Eva’s offense could be in her match against disgusting cockpocket Becky Lynch, but Asuka had never expected herself to be on the receiving end of any type of physical abuse from The Red Queen.
Yet, alas, she was, and worse, it wasn’t in a one-on-one match in the ring, but a debilitating spanking taking place backstage in front of all the women she had wanted so badly to fear her. She should have turned around and knocked this no-talent model out, or used her current position to kick the glamour girl’s legs out from under her like she had tried to do when this brutal booty beatdown began, or really just do something to escape this horrible fate, but the pain was too strong and the tears were too overpowering for Asuka to do anything other than submit.
Eva savoured that submission and then glanced over at the cuffed slut in the corner, taunting “Do you see this, Paige? The woman you sold out for, the woman you claimed everyone would end up as sluts for, she’s nothing but a crybaby bitch, courtesy of The Red Queen! Ooh yeah, not even a woman, just a bitch. A bitch with a jiggly fucking ass! Hmm, maybe not as jiggly as yours was. Definitely not as jiggly as Toni’s. Probably not even Becky’s. Huh. Kind of makes me wonder why I’m even wasting my time with her. Seems like I’m downgrading. Oh well. Red does seem to be her color if these welts are anything to go by. Could’ve been your color too Paige, if you were able to last an hour without getting assfucked!”
“Mmmph, I’m such a stupid fucking arse whore.” Paige grumbled, genuinely appalled that she had settled for such an inferior wannabe in favor of the stupendous stud that was Eva Marie, tears now leaking out of her eyes.
Eva smiled, absolutely adoring the sweet symphony that was these two subs sobbing. They complimented each other nicely in a lot of ways. After all, both had stepped out of line tonight so both must pay the price. But as of now, she was much more interested in Asuka’s price, the once invincible challenger still obediently counting every smack that came her way even as the glamour model insulted her to her core.
She stayed trapped in that holding pattern for what felt like hours, counting and counting and counting while her rectum was brutalized by Eva’s bare hands. It all probably only lasted ten minutes or so, but God, in the moment it felt like Asuka would be there forever. Not that whatever would transpire after this spanking was going to fare much better for her. In fact, the spanking was probably preferable to the humiliation she would soon suffer.
Still, she would honestly rather this night moved forward than wind up stuck in a never ending ass whooping, which is why she counted for a little while longer but ultimately pleaded, “Fifty...five...nooo...mercy...please! Mercy, please!”
These words drew loud chuckles from the perverse peanut gallery willing this humiliation on, Peyton surveying, “Okaaayy, so uhhh, just a quick show of hands...who here had Asuka begging Eva Marie for mercy on their 2018 SmackDown bingo cards?”
That response mostly elicited laughter from the rest of the crowd, though Carmella actually raised her hand with a knowing smirk, noting “Not Eva specifically, but when it comes to this bitch’s submission...I been knew. Which is why maybe you should listen to her, Mistress Marie. Then we could finish what we started.”
“You are in no position to be requesting anything from me, ‘Princess’.” Eva snarled, delivering a few more thwacks for good measure, then conceded. “But it doesn’t sound like a half-bad idea.”
From there, Eva picked up the talented in-ring technician and hoisted her over her shoulder before moving back to the center of the room. The Empress was pitifully unable to muster up enough fight to squirm or elbow her way out of this position as that spanking had taken so much out of her, any semblance of adrenaline evaporating into dust. Therefore, she was lucky that Eva took it relatively easy on her, gently setting that body back down on the ground.
Acting as if she hadn’t just unleashed an extended rage fueled assault on the accomplished Superstar’s ass, Eva said, “Now, I think we got off on the wrong foot, so let’s start again. Take off my panties with your teeth, and eat my cunt!”
Asuka didn’t respond with a “Yes Mistress Marie” like she really should have, and even had the audacity to glare at the glamour girl for several seconds, but she then leaned forward and did as she was told, her teeth clenching down on the waistband of that stunning ruby red undergarment. After a little bit of struggle, Asuka managed to successfully slide that skimpy lace down the luxurious model turned sports entertainer’s legs, thus placing those glistening wet pussy lips on full display, a sight so hypnotic to The Empress that she didn’t bother to hesitate when it came time to plunge forward and lap away at that snatch, one of the most talented in-ring performers in history reduced to Eva Marie’s happy little rug muncher. Yes, in that moment, she was nothing but a tongue this piece of eye candy could use for her pleasure, and shamefully, she didn’t want it any other way as this truly may have been the sweetest pussy she had ever tasted.
Not that she had a lot of experience to go off of. Sure, she had become well acquainted with Carmella’s love tunnel during their time together, but that was a relatively recent development. Typically, she had been the one seeking out a primed slut and shoving her forward into her superior sugar walls, never bothering to return the favor, though there had been a few loyal loving subs she had deemed worthy of the privilege, Asuka recalling the few nights in which she rewarded perennially reliable backdoor whores like Liv Morgan, Ember Moon, and Mickie James with long drawn-out cunt tonguings. Funnily enough, those skanks were so addicted to getting dicked down that they didn’t even fully appreciate that gift from the once undefeated woman as they much preferred going straight to the hard stuff. Asuka, on the other hand, was in the exact opposite position, cherishing the opportunity to orally stimulate this total smokeshow as it prolonged the impending and inevitable sodomy coming her way. She truly hoped when that time came she’d be able to fight back and leave unscathed, but she had been so easily entranced by Eva’s mystifying honeypot that she knew turning this around was far, far from a guarantee.
In fact, seeming to further do her in was who else but Carmella, The Princess piping up, “Ahem! Mistress Marie, if it’s alright with you, I’m gonna finish munching that beautiful little butt. Pleeeaaasee? Ooh, this loser’s fabulous booty has my name written all over it!”
Snarking, Eva remarked, “Really? I’m not so sure about that. I didn’t see “Wannabe Alpha” written anywhere on there.”
The Fabulous female narrowed her eyes, but then proved Eva’s point by remaining semi-cordial, “Awww, always cracking jokes, huh? But that didn’t answer my question.”
“You want to kiss her ass? Then kiss her ass. But I think you could do better.” Eva admitted.
“Trust me, I could.” Carmella agreed. “Her ass is just so tasty! It makes it so hard.”
“Mmm, I know how you feel. Her mouth is heaven!” Eva moaned, as Asuka continued delicately licking her twat up and down.
“Oh, I know.” ‘Mella smiled, then dove forward and promptly buried her face back into that backside.
Unsurprisingly, this return to rimming made The Empress moan into Mistress Marie’s muff, and that quick rush of hot breath onto this sopping cunt in front of her made the possessor of said cunt shudder in utter ecstasy, this blast of warm air only adding to the reality TV star’s pleasure. And it added like...a lot. Oh, The Total Divas star may have been cruel but she wasn’t heartless, which is why she found it best to praise her pets when they miraculously did something right in their miserable lives.
“Oh, keep it going, you sluuuuut!! Mmm, lick my pussy good. Mmhmm, yeah, you know what you’re doing. Ohhhh Gooodd, I expected so much more out of you. I was actually ready for a challenge. When you fucked Paige in front of me, I thought my victory might actually have to be hard fought. Or I’d have to get DQ’d or something. But all it took was a little reminder of the woman who ruined you, you know, the one tongue massaging your meaty ass cheeks, and now you’re putty in my hands! God, if even Charlotte thought you were a threat, then she might wind up being a piece of cake.”
“Watch it.” The Nature Girl sternly warned, not wanting to distract too much from this hot humiliation but also wanting to make clear that such blatant disrespect would not be tolerated.
Charlotte truly was surprised at what was transpiring. It was bad enough knowing she gave Asuka a free pass after their match only for the delusional dom to get her butt cherry popped by someone as worthless as Carmella. True, The Princess had infuriatingly beaten her too, but she had turned the tables on her in like ten seconds. However, this was unforgettable and unforgivable. She had given Asuka her respect, something that wasn’t easily received around here, and the Joshi squandered it by getting pinned by Eva Marie in seconds. Seconds! And now she had seemingly forgotten the meaning of the word pushback when it came time for the Total Diva to dominate her. No, the once unstoppable star stayed as still as a statue while being sandwiched in between two untalented but eye catching sexpots, and it was hard to tell which one of them was turning Asuka on more--the one who was screaming at her to apply more pressure to that clit or the one who was eating her ass like it was a five star four course meal.
Unfortunately, Asuka knew which act was giving her more pleasure, and it was far from the one she wanted it to be. No matter how hard she tried to deny it, feeling Carmella’s tongue running through her back passage filled her with a certain kind of jubilation that she didn’t receive from eating out Eva. Of course, her mind immediately tried to put a positive spin on this, Asuka rationalizing that it was only natural for her to find bliss in a woman so less skilled than her showing her pristine ass the glory it deserved. However, she was painfully aware the entire time that Carmella’s butt munching served a very different purpose, one that actually made her...more excited. Shit! Earlier, she had been praying that she would be relegated to cunt lapping for as long as possible because it would delay the horrific thought of Eva Marie fucking her ass like a cheap whore’s cunt, and now she was absolutely elated as The Princess of Staten Island prepared her rectum for that very fate. Worst of all, this influx of emotions was enough to distract Asuka from her task at hand--making Mistress Marie feel as good as humanly possible.
Eva had half a mind to drag Asuka back over near the lockers and dole out a second spanking, this one more vicious than the first, but then she would only be putting her orgasm off for longer. Besides, watching the supposedly almighty Empress moan this loudly due to a tongue sliding in and out of her sphincter was awfully amusing and offered some beautiful insight into what Eva could expect once she had her signature red strap-on around her waist. Therefore, she figured a quicker reminder would suffice, the fit fashion designer thwacking the back of the formerly undefeated superstar’s head and pushing it forward, making sure to hold it in place so Asuka wouldn’t be able to let her performance slip again.
“Focus on me! That’s what this night is about. Mmm, it’s about me getting one step closer to getting what I want. Who I want.” Eva smirked as her eyes locked on Charlotte. “And Eva Marie always gets who she wants.”
Wanting to cement herself as the most dominant woman in the room, Charlotte gave a nice loud chuckle, one which Asuka registered despite her addled state. That chuckle made the longest reigning NXT Women’s Champ instantly feel ten times the amount of shame she had been inundated with already. Even in something as mortifying as submitting to a model, Asuka was forced to take a backseat to Charlotte, one of the most celebrated NXT stars relegated to a pawn in the power struggle between the real top women in this division. Hell, the Joshi superstar was willing to bet Mistress Marie wasn’t looking down at her at all and was instead concentrating her gaze on the Horsewoman who, just like Carmella and Eva, had bested The Empress.
She would be one-hundred percent correct in that assumption, as while Eva may still have been gleefully gasping as a result of Asuka’s tongue brushing against her folds, she was staring directly at The Nature Girl this whole time, even going so far as to mimic those signature Flair family “woo”s the longer this licking went on. The only time Eva ever acknowledged Asuka’s presence was when she (what else?) decided to chastise the suddenly submissive Superstar.
“Hmm, I can see you need more training.” Eva commented, and though she was very clearly not talking about wrestling, Asuka instinctively felt incensed that Eva Marie would be complaining about how trained she was in any context. “Your enthusiasm is definitely there, but you’ve been swirling your tongue around for so long. Take it to that next level! Really tonguefuck me!! I didn’t expect to have to hold your hand through all of this but I guess you just aren’t ready yet. Mmmhmm, you’re not ready for me , Asuka. Isn’t that something?”
It was something, Asuka thought. It was complete and utter bullshit! The once overpowering Joshi desperately longed to find some kind of fire within her but the only fire she foresaw was the scorched earth that would come about if she didn’t appease the eye pleasing bombshell. Therefore, Asuka acquiesced immediately, swiftly slipping her tongue into this sultry model’s slit. That moist muscle pushed forward and back, the first-ever Women's Royal Rumble winner pacing herself out at first before gradually picking up her tempo as time went on, and as she quickened her pace so too did The Princess of Staten Island until eventually Carmella was tonguing this falling star’s tush with the same amount of frantic and feverish energy that Asuka was using on Eva’s cunt. That incredible butt tonguing that had at one point distracted the technically gifted (former) badass from giving Mistress Marie’s muff the love it required now served as fuel for engaging a far more fervent affair, Asuka channeling the energy she mined from the mind blowing pleasure provided by this remarkable rim job into her efforts to make All Red Everything squirt out her hot cum.
Fortunately, that method seemed to be doing wonders as it was growing patently obvious that Mistress Marie wouldn’t be able to last much longer, her legs wobbling and her breath growing shallow. As The Red Queen neared a climax and a probable collapse, she had to contemplate her next move, her ability to concoct anything resembling a coherent thought waning as all she could focus on was how amazing the mad dash of Asuka’s tongue darting in and out of her snatch felt. Trying to defy all odds, Eva worked hard to conjure up a single sentence as she neared the edge of orgasm.
Eventually, Eva managed to merely ask Asuka to accelerate her towards the inevitable, shouting, “Don’t wait for it--Make me cum!”
Those words elicited a chuckle from The Empress, and naturally, she pondered whether she should take control and deny the uppity Diva what she wanted. However, her mind soon flooded with memories of the prior spanking that had come her way and quickly decided to not press her luck, the talented Japanese superstar heading straight into a more rapid tonguing, though she still tried to restrain herself from getting too frenzied as she didn’t want to inhibit The Princess from persisting in her incredible rimming. She really only had to keep that up for a couple seconds more and sure enough, Eva’s dam burst, drenching The Empress in her stunning slick. The Osaka native swore she was going to drown as she struggled to down every drop of the delicious twat nectar that flowed her way, something that became even harder midway through as the conquering Concordian decided to grind her hips in the fierce and fearsome female’s face, thus providing the previously invincible force with her latest humiliation, as her pretty face was caked in cum, her intimidating eye black now in streaks down her cheeks.
Once The Flame Haired Femme Fatale had finished cascading her cunt cream from her hot and horny hole, she pulled her vanquished opponent away from her hairless honeypot, taking a couple of moments to appreciate the glorious sight of this overhyped has-been covered in her juices. But why should she be the only one getting to feast her eyes on that debaucherous display? Snapping her fingers and stomping her feet, the cunning Californian caught the attention of Carmella, shooing her away. The Princess of Staten Island adorably pouted as she pulled away from the once indomitable ace’s asshole, but she begrudgingly backed up, getting back on her feet and taking a seat on the bench with the rest of the roster.
The Red Queen gripped Asuka’s rainbow colored hair and got her in position for a Glam Slam, the pro wrestling punchline that was Eva Marie holding Asuka up high in the air, parading around the room and showing off her disgraced face to this entire audience. That earned some hoots and hollers from these all too eager observers and feeble whimpers from The Empress, and of course, a tirade from the tantalizing Total Divas cast member.
“Get a good long look! The longest reigning NXT Women’s Champion in history, ladies and...ladies. Mmm, take it all in. Oh, or take a picture. Yeah, that sounds nice, doesn’t it? Everyone snap a pic of rug muncher Asuka on full display here. And if any of you have any RAW or NXT girls in your contacts, feel free to send it to them. Show them what’s become of their Empress.” Eva smirked as the flash of phone cameras filled the room and then turned her to attention to the whore she hoped was getting the best look at this circus. “Do you see this, Paige? This is who you bottomed for! A paper dom. Someone who crumbled under the pressure of a real Alpha! If you would’ve been good, you could’ve licked my cum off of her face, but now that’s only up to Toni and Becky. You got that, sluts? If so, get over here and claim your treat.”
“Yes Mistress Marie!!!” Toni squeed, overjoyed to finally be incorporated into the action.
“Yes Mistress Marie.” Becky echoed, feeling similarly.
Asuka felt so drained and helpless as she was hoisted up in the air. Normally, she would be able to fight her way out of that position no problem, but she had clearly lost a few steps, The Empress feeling absolutely spent. That was why Eva was able to execute that move with no problem...well, with no more problem than it typically was for Eva Marie to perform a wrestling maneuver, causing the once dominant megastar to land face first on the dirty locker room floor.
With Eva’s cum still relatively fresh on her face, she knew all the grub and grime from the cold hard ground was most likely stuck to her face, but that didn’t matter to Eva’s broken bottom bitches. Instead, they both circled the sprawled out body of the beaten competitor, as if they were a couple of hungry dogs sniffing out a piece of meat, which honestly wasn’t too far off. After all, Toni and Becky had deteriorated so greatly from their undying sexual submission that they probably shouldn’t qualify as human beings, and Asuka was quickly becoming an object herself. She did at least prove she was not an inanimate object however, ultimately willing on enough strength to pull herself up so that she was on all fours again.
Once she did that, her face was predictably greeted with the tongues of Toni and Becky, the crimson haired Californian’s fuckpets extremely excited to swallow Eva’s lovely girl cum any way they could. Asuka moaned as she felt the Aussie and Irishwoman’s tongues brush against her, Storm and Lynch on either side of The Empress, licking her cheeks long after every last bit of pussy juice had been drained off her besmirched mug, the happily hapless hotties hoping they had missed a spot somewhere. Once it became clear that her cheeks had no more cunt honey left on them, the two broken beauties began battling against each other, fighting to taste the relatively small amount of twat cream that had actually successfully landed inside the gifted striker’s mouth, with Toni eventually coming out on top over her fellow bottom by knocking the ginger submissive down on the ground for long enough that Storm could initiate a deep kiss with the once undefeated wrestler.
Asuka tried to resist kissing back but she was only human, and when an attractive eyeful like Toni Storm was swapping spit with her, there was only one thing she could do. The moment she returned Storm’s lustful liplock, Toni gleefully squealed and Asuka felt her heart flutter as she was fulfilling another woman’s desires. Wait a minute...that couldn’t be right. Toni Storm was a total embarrassment to the profession she loved, as she swiftly gave up on her aspiration of success to become a pitiful plaything for an insufferable untalented model, and was a blight on their gender as a whole, as she was nearly too slutty to function. So why on earth did Asuka feel so happy knowing she was pleasing her?
She didn’t have much time to unpack an answer to that sobering question because Becky soon targeted Toni with a renewed vigor, charging forward on all fours and knocking her down then taking her place as a cum-guzzling makeout whore. Though, much to Lynch’s chagrin, that dumb Gold Coast blonde bimbo had hogged most of the remainder of Eva’s saccharine cunt cream, with Becky only able to taste a hint of that sugary sweet substance. However, there were plenty of other things to keep her happy as she sucked face, most notably that Asuka’s lips still had the flavor of Mistress Marie’s mouthwatering twat, even if all of the actual outstanding orgasmic fluid had already been suckled from her mouth. Plus, there was something to be said for just kissing Asuka regardless of context.
Back when Becky had been bafflingly masquerading as some kind of Alpha, she had always perceived Asuka to be one of her biggest threats, and feared that the former NXT Women’s Champ would be the one to ultimately send “The Man” back into her submissive ways, something which Becky had almost been willing to accept, given just how beautiful this at one time bulletproof challenger was. Of course, Becky had been whisked away by a woman who was even more beautiful and even more dominant than Asuka could ever dream of being, but she couldn’t deny this international pro wrestling sensation’s alluring charm.
Still, Eva was the primary reason she was so ecstatic kissing The Empress, as her mistress was the one who instructed her to clean the cum from Asuka’s face and, although all of the twat juice had been gobbled up, she hadn’t been told to stop, so she kept soldiering on, glad to know her performance was keeping her owner happy because that was all that mattered. God, Becky had become so infatuated with the tough and dominant Total Diva that she would do just about anything she asked her to, the dynamic between them both toxic and intoxication.
As Asuka kept up kissing the Irishwoman, she was pretty sure she had lost her mind because she found herself actually wanting to impress this scatterbrained anal skank with her makeout abilities, her cheeks flushing bright red every time Becky gave a soft moan of satisfaction. While Toni was an aberration from everything a woman should be, Becky may have been even worse. Sure, Storm had thrown away all of the enormous potential she had shown so she could serve as a doormat for a pretty faced fame seeker, but she had really only been in this business for a cup of coffee, all things considered. For around sixteen years, Becky had been in the professional wrestling busting her ass until she got her ass busted by the lovely and lavish looker, and now the woman who had been so hellbent on being the top woman in this company was putting in next to no effort in the ring in order to spend more time with All Red Everything, something which was truly disgusting, yet Asuka feared she would soon be slotted in this same position. Funnily enough, it was that fear that distracted Asuka enough to not register the finger tracing around her sphincter.
Eva Marie had been content to sit on the sidelines for a good long while and just watch her mindless submissive bitches have fun, enjoying the fact that these empty-headed ass sluts were so needy that they fought tooth and nail to gobble down the most hot girl cum they possibly could, something they were doing yet again as Toni finally showed some signs of life and tried headbutting Becky away from Asuka’s lips, a sight that made All Red Everything burst out laughing. However, she also knew she couldn’t let this last forever and sooner rather than later she would need to reinsert herself into the proceedings. And what better to reinsert herself than through actual insertion? The dominant diva dug a digit into Asuka’s rectal ring, slowly stretching out the butt she was going to thoroughly use. Granted, The Empress probably didn’t need this much preparation, as it hadn’t been that long since she had been bent over and used for her true purpose, but Eva decided a little generosity never hurt anyone. And moreover, it was what she wanted to see happen so it’s what she did.
But she didn’t just want to see her finger gently pumping and stretching out that back orifice, she wanted to hear Asuka’s debasing moans too, and there was only one way to make sure those moans were purely from anal bliss.
“Back up, bitches! You’ve had your fun, but now it’s time for the main eventer to take over. Yeah, it’s time for Main Event Mistress Marie to show everyone that Asuka the butt slut is moaning like a fucking hooker as I finger her ass.”
Asuka whimpered and squealed, her eyes clenching down and her mouth opening wide as this finger pumped in and out of her dumper. Even going back so far as six months ago, Asuka could’ve never imagined anything going up her butt, and now she was moaning in pleasure as this finger plowed through her. In fact, she wanted more. Oh, she actually wanted Eva to thrust another finger or two inside her saliva lubed rear hole, or better yet...Eva’s stupendous strap-on. Which was insane! She had gaped assholes left and right, and now she was clamoring for butt sex at the slightest push?! She had to pull herself together. She had to remember who she was. It was just extremely difficult for her to do so as Eva now added a second finger and thus increased her pleasure.
“Talk about ungrateful!” Eva hissed. “I’m doing you the biggest favor in the world. Do you understand that? I don’t have to be stretching out your slutty little asshole, you know? God knows I don’t have to ‘cause I could shove my big hard girl cock up there right now, no problem. And I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t you?! Mmm, but you’re not gonna get that just yet, no no no. First, I’m going to add a second finger into that little fuckhole, though I really shouldn’t. Mmmnnhhh, I really shouldn’t because you haven’t even thanked me for the first finger. Oh, but maybe you could remedy that. Mm, maybe you could thank me for the privilege. Yess, thank your Mistress Marie for fingering this slutty ass.”
Putting forward a valiant effort to present herself as the Asuka of old amidst these mortifying circumstances, the asskicker stated, “You are not ‘Mistress’. NO ONE is Asuka’s mistress!”, though she again discredited those words real quick as she moaned loudly throughout the room.
“You know, this is actually kind of sad.” Marie mused. “You actually still think you’re a dom, even as my fingers prove you wrong in real time. Hell, this whole night has begged to differ with you. Oh, poor stupid Asuka, I promise if you accept what you are, it’ll make you so much happier. Mmm, you might even become one of my favorite butt sluts. Like I know I said your ass wasn’t as big as the ones on my other pets, which is probably true, but you have something they don’t. Shattered mystique! I knew they were fucktoys from the moment I saw them. You? You were a challenge, but one that I won easily, so take your rightful fucking place!”
Emphasizing her point, Eva added a third finger, The Empress ecstatically and emphatically howling, sadly proving the glamour girl incredibly correct. Oh, she’d suppress those distressing moans if she could, but her unshakeable lust was too much to bear. Perhaps Asuka’s greatest opponent this whole time had been her own libido. That’s why she had lost tonight after all, Carmella’s music flooding her memories with their nights together, nights in which The Princess had done this exact same thing. Oh, Asuka had spent so much of this year with fingers shoved up her ass that she may as well have been a hand puppet at this point, that phrase ringing even more true now that Mistress Marie put the two remaining digits inside her rectum.
The longest reigning NXT Women’s Champion cried out as the whole of The Flame Haired Femme Fatale’s hand was up her butt, and it was only going to pick up from there. The Empress of Tomorrow knew what was coming and while her mind screamed at her to protest, her body was all too happy to give in. Yes, the once all powerful Asuka just laid there and accepted this nubile knockout’s knuckles extending upwards, a good old fashioned anal fisting officially underway. There was a sharp pain at first, as it had been a hot second since Asuka had received something so taboo and brutal. Carmella had only given her this treatment a couple of times, as the Fabulous Superstar normally preferred to skip right to the strap-on portion of the evening. Eva appeared to be the exact opposite all throughout this night, stretching out the...well...stretching out of Asuka’s ass for what seemed like hours before a toy had ever touched her tush.
“Take that, Asuka! Ooh, take it real good. Still think you’re a dom? Or are you gonna woman up and accept your place on the totem pole? Accept that I’m a real woman whose made a name for herself by breaking sluts like you and that you’re a delusional ho who should’ve stayed in Japan where you may have actually still amounted to something instead of trying to soar in the big leagues with total fucking stars like me. These are just facts, Asuka. It’s a fact that I’m better than you! It’s a fact that your ass was made to take my fist and soon my cock! So, just say it already. Say it. Say it!”
Furious grunts and gasps from the gifted globally travelled grappler filled the room as the initial pain was numbing and her O-Ring was adjusting to this clenched fist ramming her ass, but Asuka still had enough willpower in her to defy All Red Everything’s orders, “You...unh...mmmmnnhhh...You will pay!”
“Oh my Goood, are you serious?” Eva whined. “I’m literally fisting your ass and you still won’t admit the truth. Still! You’re making these thinly veiled vague threats. ‘I will pay’? What the fuck are you talking about? I’m owning you, bitch.”
“L O L, aaawwww, she alwaaays said that same thing to me! It’s kinda cute actually. But come on, Asuka. At least get a new line. It’s like I’m not even special to you.” Carmella chimed in with a chuckle. “Ooh, ooh, ooh! I got it. Maybe she says we’re gonna pay because we’re both so money.”
“Hmm, you’re probably right.” Eva smiled. “It must be overwhelming to even be in the same room with a big star like me, let alone to get fucked by my fist. Right, Asuka?”
All Asuka could do was try to stop her moans, as any prior notion of unpleasurable pain had been quelled the longer Eva pumped her first in and out Asuka’s asshole.
“Ha, listen! She’s speechless.” Carmella cackled.
“Hmm, guess she really is starstruck. Well then, maybe I can autograph your ass after I’m done fucking it.” Eva quipped. “Speaking of which, it’s about that time, don’t you think? I mean, you were loose enough way before this, but I just wanted to have a bit of fun. From the whispers I’ve heard, you certainly never passed up an opportunity to use your conquests in every possible way, so I figured why should I? But now, I’ve got to stop fisting you so I can use you in the best way possible.”
Eva retracted her fist and Asuka collapsed, not as a woman but as a sweaty aroused heap already edging near orgasm. God, Eva wouldn’t need to use her strap-on for long in order for the once mighty competitor to cum like a little bitch addicted to big dick inside her O-Ring. Hell, she thought she may just cum from seeing All Red Everything slip on her strap-on, her lengthy red dildo making The Empress of Tomorrow’s mouth water.
No! No, this was her chance. She had to be firm and tell this bitch off, then get out of this room. With everything she had gone through tonight, she knew it would take a lot to rebuild her image, but it would not be entirely impossible. But if Eva used her toy to rearrange her rectum and made her squirt like a geyser, then Asuka may as well retire from wrestling and become The Red Queen’s full time bitch.
As Mistress Marie neared The Empress’s rear, Asuka pulled herself up gingerly and turned around towards the scowling model.
“No.” Asuka barked. “You will not do this. I will not take it.”
“Don’t start being a sore loser now.” Eva grumbled. “You knew the rules going in.”
“I do not care!” Asuka shouted. “You are not worthy. You will never be worthy. You will not touch my ass.”
“Um, where have you been the past ten minutes? She already has touched your ass. A lot.” Carmella quipped.
“You shut up!” Asuka roared. “You cheat! You both cheat! And because of that, I will NOT entertain you. No. I will never take dildos from you. EVER!”
“Actually, when it comes to me, the correct wording would be ‘ever again ’.” Carmella corrected with a toothy grin, but a balled up fist from the infuriated Empress was enough for her to nearly stumble off the bench and keep her lips zipped.
For the first time in a long time, the room fell silent and Asuka surveyed the situation, finally feeling proud of herself again, as if a piece of the old Asuka had just returned. She then put her clothes back on and headed towards the door, pleasantly surprised Eva didn’t stop her at any step of the way. Maybe the models were starting to learn they couldn’t push just any wrestler around and would finally realize their perceived superiority would soon be no more. Asuka may have endured a decent amount of damage tonight, but she could at least be rest assured that she would live to see another day.
Eva sighed as Asuka left the room. Why did these sluts have to make this so difficult?
“Let’s see…” Eva rolled her eyes. “5...4...3...2…”
The door swung back open and Asuka dragged her feet back in, her head hanging down low as she stared at the floor and her pitiful sniffling unmistakable.
Asuka opened her mouth but nothing of substance came out. “I...I...I…”
“Let me guess.” Eva interrupted. “You need to cum.”
There was a pause and then Asuka offered up a small nod.
“So predictable.” The glamour girl groaned. “It would be funny if it wasn’t so sad. Ugh! You know I really should punish you for that little show you put on, trying to be dominant again, but I’m feeling generous, so rip those clothes off again and get back down all fours right this fucking second and I’ll let it slide.”
There was another long pause as Asuka just stood there for several seconds. She couldn’t believe it. She had been ready to leave the building and keep the smallest bit of her dignity intact when her body suddenly told her no. Her need to be brought to orgasm was too great, and just another night masturbating in her hotel room wasn’t going to cut it. Eva had gotten her all worked up, made her feel so good, and she needed to know what that footlong All Red dildo felt like. But she also knew she would never have a chance to be taken seriously ever again.
“Ahem.” The fashion designer cleared her throat. “Are you deaf, daft, or just plain dumb? Do it, you whore!”
Asuka hesitated a couple of seconds longer and then…
She did it.
The once mighty Asuka died a death as she officially accepted her purpose as a worthless bottom made to service real women, quickly stripping off her clothes again and falling to the ground in doggy style position, even going so far as to spread apart her ass cheeks as slowly as possible, giving Eva the best possible view of her puckered hole. All Eva could do was grin from ear to ear, pressing the tip of her big dick against Asuka’s anus, resting it there for a couple of seconds before eventually jutting her hips forward making it official. Eva fucking Marie was officially sodomizing the formerly undefeated Asuka.
“Trying to avoid her true purpose only to spread her cheeks seconds later? No wonder you were drawn to her, Paige.” Eva snarked, recollecting the way she had claimed the SmackDown GM after returning to the blue brand, which triggered a whimper from the handcuffed Brit. “I do have to give you credit, Asuka. You put up way more of a fight than she ever did or ever could. I mean, we both knew what the end result would be, but you kind of made it fun getting there. So, kudos.”
Asuka no longer had any hollow retorts or empty threats to respond with, instead only bellowing and moaning as All Red Everything pushed the head of that twelve incher into that well loosened rectum, The Empress’s anus accepting it with ease. Carmella had been so thorough at rimming her juicy booty and Eva had left nothing off the table throughout her fisting, yet it was still surprising just how easily that rubber phallus slid forward. And weirdly, Asuka no longer felt any pain. Well, she didn’t feel any pain that didn’t bring her pleasure, the once sadistic and ballistic Empress now proving herself to be a measly masochistic pain slut.
The volume of her moans increased each time another inch of that dick moved forward, Asuka lost in a whole new realm of rapture until The Red Queen’s hips butted up against her well rounded cheeks, signifying that all twelve inches of this strap-on were stuffed in her big booty. Twelve inches! Asuka had gone from spending her night in her hotel room slamming Ember Moon’s fat ass with dildos this same size or bigger to being on all fours with a full foot of rubber shoved inside her own butt. It was poetic in a way, the butt tamer who hadn’t thought twice about using twelve inch toys on her pathetic pets now stuck in the position she had put them in time and time again.
However, there wasn’t much comeuppance for anyone to truly revel in as the multicolor haired hottie was enjoying this sordid sodomy session way too much for it to qualify as punishment. Yes, there was still a hint of shame as she sacrificed her reputation to get rectum wrecked by the fitness loving fashionista, but that was overshadowed by the sheer level of enjoyment exhibited by The Empress. Asuka was absolutely bowled over from this big dick going balls deep in her bowels, and once Eva pulled back, thusly thrusting this thick strap-on in and out of that ass, then Asuka only became further elated, actually feeling the urge to thank this no-talent model for pumping this rubber rod in and out of her perfect pert posterior.
She tried to hold off from voicing her gratitude towards this gratification, as she realized that would be another new low, but she just couldn’t prevent herself from squealing, “Mmmm, th-th-thank you.”
“Thank you who ?” Eva pushed, overjoyed this bitch was already so broken but wanting to be referred to by her proper title.
“My...my...mmmmnh...ohhhh.” Asuka howled, reality setting in. “I...I can not...I will not…”
“Say it!” Eva snapped, delivering a hard smack to those bulbous cheeks while continuing to slide her dildo in and out of that brutalized bunghole.
“I...I...Th..thank..thank...you…” Asuka hesitated ever so slightly, then wailed. “My...Red Queen?”
“Exactly right.” Eva beamed. “You’re already learning.”
“Watashi, nanika shimashita ka?” Asuka murmured under her breath, then roughly translated a little louder, “Wh...what have I done?”
“There’s no fucking way she just called her that.” Sonya’s jaw dropped to the floor as she heard Asuka debase herself. “No way!”
“Oh, way , babe. She did. She definitely did. Mmnnhh, and it was so fucking haaawwwt.” Mandy moaned as her nipples hardened, God’s Greatest Creation unable to keep herself from masturbating to this delectable sight, slipping a finger into her trunks.
“I hope you two bitches aren’t getting any funny ideas, because when it comes to bending over next week, I’m calling dibs.” Naomi hollered as she had graduated from fingering her own pussy to shoving a digit inside Lana’s twat, the Ravishing Russian reciprocating that act by inserting a finger into Naomi’s cumdried cunt.
“You’ll have to go through me first.” Zelina shouted, which was a tad absurd given her diminutive stature, her horrendous win loss record and the fact that ‘Mella was behind her nibbling on her neck as she spoke.
“Ay Billie, do you hear something?” Peyton asked her tag team partner whilst fondling her.
“Oi think I do, Pey.” Billie responded as she groped her best friend in kind. “It sounds loike a bunch of sorry lowloifes who don’t realoize that next week Eva’s bitches will be…”
“I-conic!” Both Aussies shouted in unison.
“No, it sounds like none of you have been taught anything about this business. When a show of this caliber is going on, you don’t talk and talk and talk and talk. You shut up, you watch, and you enjoy.” Charlotte interrupted, wanting to observe the downfall of one of her toughest opponents without the added distraction of this absolutely pathetic women’s roster pining for the same treatment Asuka was receiving now.
Not that she could blame them. If she was a “switch” like these women were, she would totally see the appeal of this anal assault because as much as she hated to admit it, Eva was putting on quite the captivating performance, though that was thanks in part to the meatiness of Asuka’s beautiful booty. Each time Eva’s thighs crashed into The Empress of Tomorrow’s backside, ripples were sent through that plump flesh, showing that, in spite of Eva claiming her booty paled in comparison to her other bitches, she more than held her own when it came to jiggle. Yes, those cheeks shook like a big bowl of jello, and that coupled with Asuka’s moans and Eva’s non stop laughing and trash talking made for a compelling display of All Red Everything’s abilities as an alpha.
That undeniable dominance was of course something she was too happy to point out, Eva blabbing, “Damn, I’m good at making this ass jiggle if I say so myself. First with the spanking, and now with this rough fucking, I can really make these fat cheeks jiggle like jelly, can’t I, Asuka? I guess that’s what happens when you’re a real Alpha, huh? THE real Alpha. The Alpha to end all Alphas. Not you. Not the blonde Flair chick over there. Me, Eva Marie, the greatest Alpha and wrestler in WWE history.”
Charlotte chortled, “Get back to me when the shuttle lands.”
Glaring at the quote unquote “Genetically Superior” Superstar, Eva hissed, “I seem to remember hearing that you passed on your opportunity to ass fuck this total skank. Bet you’re kicking yourself now that ‘Mella and I have gotten to her first.”
“Wait...you’re trying to tout the fact that you’re just happily accepting a sub I didn’t deem worth my time.” Charlotte chuckled. “That’s not a point in your favor, sweetie.”
“Only that’s not what happened.” Eva pointed out, continuing to make conversation while increasing the speed of her thrusting, making the defeated Empress emit her loudest squeals yet. “You passed on using this top-notch bottom because you apparently had ‘too much respect’ for her. Why on earth would you respect her? Huh? Can you answer that, Asuka? Why would anyone respect a piece of meat like you?”
“I...I do not know.” Asuka grunted out truthfully in between gleeful cries, as she had certainly lost all respect for herself. “Probably because I used to be honorable.”
“Oh no, no, no, no.” Eva snickered, turning up the heat by performing one of her favorite butt sex maneuvers, i.e. rotating her hips so that she would churn the disgraced Joshi’s bowels. “This is what you always were. I’m just helping you realize it.”
“ANH...UNGH...YESS...THANK YOU…GNNHH…” Asuka yelled as this strap-on stirred the deepest part of her rectum, Eva only adding to the mortification by beating her ass like a drum with her bare hands.
The Empress’s mind had absolutely melted. She knew deep down when she walked out of here tonight, she would probably regret throwing her whole career away for the sake of getting some much needed relief, but that was an extremely distant concern for the ruined wrestler. At the forefront of her thoughts was climaxing, as that was why she had brought unbearable shame upon her name and meandered back into the locker room in the first place. Feeling Eva’s rubber rod revolve around inside her rectal entrance was downright divine, but it wasn’t going to push her any further towards her peak.
No, she needed Eva to move back to a more traditional brutal anal pounding—well, as traditional as a brutal anal pounding could be—and she needed the red haired hottie to throw everything she had at her. Eva had already done so much in terms of force and speed, but she had also deliberately done her best to keep Asuka on the cusp of cumming, not letting her ascend over the edge into the nirvana she dreamed of.
That was why when Eva eventually switched back to simply sliding that dildo in and out of this round rear, Asuka immediately pleaded,
“M...Make me cum.”
“Huh? What was that?” Eva grinned wickedly. “I only respond to good girls who use my proper title.”
Asuka groaned, but didn’t hesitate for long, as she had shown earlier that she was all too willing to degrade herself, crying out, “Make me cum...Mistress Marieeee.”
“Hmmm, I’m still not sure.” The dominant diva decided to drag out the defeated former dom’s downfall. “I only make my bitches cum. So, what do you say? Are you my bitch?”
The Empress of Tomorrow wanted to tear her hair out. Eva knew her answer! Everyone in the room knew her answer! Yet that didn’t stop the once mystifyingly magnificent competitor from screeching at the top of her lungs.
“YES! I AM YOUR BITCH!! I AM YOUR BITCH! SO MAKE ME CUUUUM! MAKE YOUR BITCH CUM!! I AM YOUR BITCH! AN ASS ON LEGS! A DIRTY WHOOOREEE! AND I NEED BIG DICK SLAMMING MY ASS! PLEASE SLAM YOUR BIG DICK NOOWWW!! SO I CAN CUM LIKE A BIIITCH!”
Eva just had to laugh uproariously at this whole damning tirade. How had this horrendous fuckdoll run roughshod over everyone when she had given into the glamour girl after the slightest push? Maybe she really was the unstoppable monster everyone claimed she was before Mella moonwalked into her life but somehow Eva doubted that Asuka’s run at the top was ever due to her strength and was rather due to her contemporaries’ weakness. Either way, it didn’t matter as the end result was the same. The woman once touted as the future of this company was going to cum from Eva’s cock going at breakneck speed with nothing held back. Although, maybe that was too elementary for an anal cumdumpster of this level. After all, that aforementioned spoilt little Staten Island Princess was probably due another big reward that went beyond merely rimming the longest reigning NXT Women’s Champ’s rectal hole.
After her laughter subsided, Eva clued Asuka into what she was in for, stating, “I guess I’m convinced...but a real slut like you is gonna need more than one cock to help her cum. Carmella, would you do the honors of helping me double team this ho?”
“I’m waaay ahead of you.” The Fabulous Superstar smirked, already rummaging through her locker and finding her ten inch black strap-on.
Eva knew she should probably punish The Princess for jumping the gun, but it was kind of funny and at least she wouldn’t be kept waiting because truth be told, Eva was just as eager to watch Asuka squirt her juices out all over the ground as Asuka was to be the one experiencing the act. Therefore, she simply smiled as Carmella stood by her side after lubing up the long black cock around her waist.
“You know Mistress Marie, I’m sure this slutty little sub would looove to feel a cock in her cute little pussy because then she’d feel like someone was actually making love to her, but I’m not here to waste my amazing cunt fucking skills on a charity case. Soo, what if you and me give this butt slut a much more fitting and faaabuuulouuuss finale? I’m thinking a two-on-one handicap match—Eva’s All Red Monster and ‘Mella’s Big Black Beauty versus Asuka’s hungry little crater of an asshole. You like?”
The gorgeous fitness business mogul gleamed, “I knew there was a reason I didn’t fully break you.”
“Maybe ‘cause you couldn’t.” The former Miss Money in the Bank quipped, offering a bit of defiance against Eva.
“We’re on the same page right now.” Eva growled. “Don’t test me.”
Actually feeling half intimidated, ‘Mella gulped and nodded, then watched in awe as Eva pulled her rubber phallus out of Asuka’s anus far enough that Carmella’s cock would be able to fit inside alongside her.
“Wait!” Charlotte held her hand up before The Princess of Staten Island could enter that rectum, stopping the proceedings dead in their tracks.
All attention was now on The Queen, Charlotte basking in the anticipation of her peers, letting this moment hang in the air for as long as possible, honestly surprised by the length of time she was able to get away with. Then, the second Carmella opened her mouth to speak, Charlotte at long last stood up and grabbed a twelve inch strap-on that matched Eva, only hers was a stunning and glittery baby blue. She went on to lather that fake phallus in lube which, given the uber-loose state of Asuka’s ass, was a completely unnecessary step, but it did help create the intoxicating image of her cock glistening under the light.
After that, Flair turned her focus to the Fabulous wannabe, growling, “You, get. If anyone’s taking her ass, it’s me. It’s finally me.”
Carmella hung her head glumly and glowered, but the way Charlotte clenched her teeth and the way her own asshole quivered as she stared up at her told her she shouldn’t dare backtalk The Queen right now.
“Interesting to see you join us, Charlotte.” Eva gave a wicked grin. “Don’t have ‘too much respect’ for this slut anymore?”
“Definitely not.” Charlotte smirked. “If someone doesn’t respect themselves, then why should I?”
The defeated woman let out a deflated whimper as Flair put her down. Asuka knew from the moment she spread her cheeks for The Red Queen, she could kiss The Nature Girl’s respect goodbye. Hell, she probably had lost any chance at maintaining Charlotte’s respect the second she had gotten pinned by Eva Marie 1-2-3 in the middle of the ring after one move. However, hearing the direct confirmation of this fact from the Flair pulled Asuka out of her libidinal longing for orgasmic bliss, jogging her memory of how sobering this situation truly was.
Just as down on herself was Carmella. Despite her involvement in Eva’s triumph tonight, Charlotte had made sure Carmella knew she was merely the third top dog in this women’s division, and Eva hadn’t even done anything to stand up for her. Um, hello? Did anyone realize how hard it was for her to be so undyingly loyal to someone other than herself? She had done Mistress Marie such a big favor tonight, and all she had gotten in return was the opportunity to rim job The Empress, which was something she probably could have done if she simply snapped her fingers in Asuka’s direction. Getting to gang up on this spectacular main roster failure? That would’ve been something special.
But as if Eva had heard her thoughts and wanted to show an ounce of compassion, the red haired dom turned to her and offered, “You wanna take her pussy?”
It was a little upsetting that she was going to have to settle for this formerly all conquering competitor’s cunt after rattling off a long monologue explaining why she wouldn’t pound this pathetic pussy’s pussy and after she had deliberately avoided touching the ex-top’s twat in all of their encounters with one another so that Asuka would feel that much more like a slut, but she also supposed getting to fuck that muff was better than nothing.
Sighing, Carmella replied, “Ugh, fine. But just know that this won’t be a regular thing, Asuka. Mmnnhh, no, you’re getting a special treat tonight.”
The Princess of Staten Island then assumed her position, sliding underneath The Empress and lining her long cock up against Asuka’s slit. Following that cue, Charlotte pressed the tip of her dick against Asuka’s ass and looked over at Eva for the ‘okay’, which seemed...wrong. Charlotte Flair was The Queen around here and could do whatever she pleased, regardless of permission, and yet she still sought out All Red Everything’s approval. It went by so quickly that the hollow shells of women populating this locker room probably didn’t even register it, but Eva took notice and was even a little bit sad.
She had thought Charlotte would actually be her first challenge since coming back, and yet she was already showing signs of giving in. Fuck! By the time AJ Lee had made her way to Eva, she had been getting wrecked by The Bellas on a near nightly basis, but she had still had the gall to be adorably defiant when Eva started domming her. More defiant than Becky and Asuka combined, and it looked like she may have been more defiant than Charlotte too. Oh well, at least the weak will of these women led to Eva being able to build up her anal bitch pedigree at a faster rate.
And now here before her was one she was so happy to add to her collection, The Red Queen giving the go ahead to the two blonde doms joining her in breaking in the Joshi bitch, “Let’s do this thing.”
With those four simple words, the allegedly destructive force known as Asuka became filled with three dicks at once, leading to a historically loud yelp from the disgraced Empress. Never in a million years did Asuka believe she’d stoop this low. Even when Carmella had fucked her psyche all too hell, she couldn’t have envisioned being so depraved, so cockhungry that she would take a triple-fucking like it was nothing.
Well, ‘like it was nothing’ was perhaps inaccurate. Her well loosened ass still had trouble handling two cocks pumping within it, leading to several moments in which The Empress swore her anus would be absolutely torn apart and she’d be put on the shelf for months on end all because of a mortifying anal injury. Fortunately, if she worked hard, she could focus solely on The Princess’s pussy penetration, something that was a godsend in so many ways.
It had been months, hell, maybe a whole year since Asuka’s cunt had received any kind of attention, as, despite its supposed taboo status, sultry savage sodomy was the default sex act of WWE women. Maybe it was because the women only saved their dripping snatches for the men in their lives or maybe it was because one of the prerequisites of working in the ‘E seemed to be developing a penchant for the kinkiest sex imaginable, but it was a real rarity for women in this company to dish out good old fashioned twat poundings to one another. Perhaps some of the girls who pursued more romantic relationships with each other proved to be the exception to the rule, as Asuka recalled a couple of instances in which she had entered a locker room and seen Sasha Banks’ formidable eight incher nestled snugly in Bayley’s snatch, and she knew she had to have come across Sonya deflowering Mandy’s rose at least once, but even those pairs when given the choice preferred to jump straight into butt sex.
However, Asuka was quite thankful for this departure from the norm, as it provided her with a modicum of pleasure as her rectal ring was stretched out more than ever before, thus allowing a moan to disrupt her howls of pain every now and again. Those moans multiplied once the sharp pang of this double buttbanging died down into merely being moderately uncomfortable for the poor beaten woman. Then her moans became pretty much nonstop, which had to be a mistake. Perhaps Carmella was working some sort of secret magic to intensify the excitement The Empress mined from this mind-blowing pussy pleasing because there was no possible way she could be enjoying two twelve inch toys thrusting through her ass. But alas…
Asuka was relegated to being a living geyser, the ex-conqueror’s cum cascading down Carmella’s cock, and without any prompting, she instantly cried, “THANK YOU! THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME CUM!! THANK YOU FOR MAKING ASUKA CUM FROM THREE COCKS! THREE COCKS!! TWO HOLES!! ONE ME!! AND IT FEELS SO SO GOOD! THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOOOOOUUUU!!!!”
Her cum came gushing and rushing out of her front bottom for what seemed like hours on end, climax after climax hitting her with the force of ten semi trucks. As that hot squirt spurted onto the girthy cock beneath her, Asuka experienced nothing but a divine wonderland of fantastic orgasmic euphoria flowing her way, not minding the never ending nature of her blissful finishing because she sincerely hoped this exquisite ecstasy would never end. Ultimately, however, this sublime jubilee had to subside, Asuka coming down from her ethereal mental high and crashing hard back onto planet Earth.
As the waves of pleasure sweeping through her were washed clean away, Asuka finally became fully immersed in her new reality, entering a whole new world. That was when she realized that despite how good she had felt, the shame of these acts would never leave her. She would always realize how horrific her new role in life was and she would always remember her life before her newfound submission consumed her. How she had gone from securing countless victories and earning exponential valor only to transition into being the butt bitch of a Botchamania compilation brought to life. How she would undoubtedly go from being a winner every time to a guaranteed jobber. All of this pulled at her heart and made her feel an unshakeable sense of shame seldom felt by anyone, but she knew there was no going back now. All throughout this night, Eva had introduced her to a kind of submissive satisfaction she had never thought possible, and this spectacular triple teaming to close off the night had sealed her humiliating future for good.
Yet, while Asuka’s climax may have concluded and clarity may have been reached, these three tops were far from finished with fucking this failure of a dom. Carmella kept happily hammering away at the cunt of the woman she had beaten twice, verging on a climax of her own, while Eva and Charlotte didn’t even think about stopping their sodomy of this sorry excuse for a wrestler for a solitary second, their strong stamina shining through. While Carmella hit her peak and began cumming buckets against her harness not too long after Asuka had finally stopped squirting, Eva and Charlotte went at least fifteen minutes more, feverishly fucking the ruined rainbow haired wrestler through her climax, which seemed to only bolster the intensity of those unbelievably grand orgasms, then continued destroying her pink starfish long after that series of gratifying explosions had ended, shit-eating grins plastered on their faces all the while.
As Eva worked in tandem with the uppity Queen to obliterate The Empress of Tomorrow’s O-ring, her eyes inevitably occasionally drifted over to her next target as Charlotte’s cute ass was thrusting back and forth all throughout this posterior pounding, but by and large, she kept her eyes on the prize and her focus on task of hand. That prize was of course Asuka’s battered backhole and the focus was to transform that whorish orifice into a wondrous crater that rivaled the Grand Canyon in size, which was an easy task given that a duo of dicks was working the former NXT Women’s champ’s rectal entrance over. The longer their drilling persisted, the easier it became for them to thrust freely inside that slutty opening until All Red Everything and The Queen were essentially operating on autopilot, as asspounding sluts was now second nature to them.
Unfortunately, their relentless plowing of that juicy rump had to come to an end eventually, the legendary doms finally finding that their stamina was winding down and that they were right on the cusp of climaxing, their undeniable dominance over the woman who had remained undefeated for 914 days turning the two terrifyingly tough tops on beyond belief. Ever the showwomen, both self-proclaimed Queens did their damndest to hold back their dams from bursting, but the sight of Asuka’s willing self destruction mixed with each of their harnesses bashing into their clits was a cosmically satisfying combo too sensational to ignore, and soon both women’s honeypots outshone Niagara Falls. Nobly, both doms continued thrusting through the series of orgasms that came their way, but once their finishing had finished, they were positively spent and were forced to pull their cocks out from that rectal cavity, making an obscene popping sound once they did.
Of course, just because all the participants involved had orgasmed didn’t mean The Empress’s embarrassment was over—in fact, far from it, as Eva was all too eager to point out, “Asuka, you have some cleaning up to do.”
The longest reigning NXT Women’s champion meekly nodded and aimed her mouth at Carmella’s cock, as it was coated in her own cum, but she didn’t get very far before Mistress Marie snapped, “No way. I beat you so my big dick gets the first tasting. Okay?”
“Y...yes. Thank you, Mistress Marie.” Asuka nodded, gingerly slithering over to the stupefying model’s strap-on and wrapping her lips around its tip, sucking and slurping that head for a long while so she could savour the flavour of the deepest part of her bowels.
She worked hard to gobble every drop of her anal juices up and went out of her way to prove she recognized her newfound status by staring up lovingly at her dom, silently thanking her for this opportunity. Carmella had opened The Empress of Tomorrow’s eyes to how delicious her own booty cream could be and this taboo treat tasted even better on Eva’s long thick dildo, as the Total Divas star was so superhumanly dominant that every act done with her had an added layer of enjoyment. It sounded crazy and seemed twisted, but Asuka thought she may even be in love with this new Mistress...though that didn’t seem quite right. No, whatever she was feeling was much more primal, much more obsessive.
That was why when Eva decided to move Asuka off of her cock after The Empress had gone through all the trouble of deepthroating, the only instinct the talented Joshi had in return was to worship the ground this gorgeous glamour girl walked on. Well, that and to shove another big dick in her mouth, Asuka wishfully crawled over to ‘Mella’s toy again before she was halted once again.
“Now, wait just a minute there.” Charlotte coyly smiled. “Is that any way to treat your Queen? I’m way more deserving of a cock cleaning than the ‘chick’ that was only able to amount to something when I took time off.”
“Yes Mistress Charlotte, thank you Mistress Charlotte.” Asuka mechanically replied.
“Pretty big talk considering I beat you twice .” Carmella mumbled under her breath, hoping Charlotte wouldn’t hear, though speaking quietly wasn’t exactly one of the Staten Islander’s strong suits.
“What was that, ‘Princess’?” Charlotte raised an eyebrow.
Frantically scrambling to think of a lie, the Fabulous Superstar stammered, “Uhh, pshh, nothing. I...I just said you look nice.”
The North Carolina native clearly didn’t buy that, glaring intently at the ex hairdresser. However, there were ultimately bigger fish to fry so she stopped focusing on Carmella in favor of concentrating on the woman who was enthusiastically sucking her dildo of her nasty rectal remnants. Oh God, The Queen could only imagine how mortifying it must be to be in the position Asuka was in, moaning like a fucking prostitute and actually revelling in the taste of her own anus. Thank the Lord above Charlotte would never ever be stuck there. No, instead she could delight in seeing yet another woman who had vied for her top spot in this company dismantled and disposed of. She had to hand it to Eva Marie—she didn’t like the bitch but she had thus far been a godsend for killing the credibility of all the Superstars who were hot on The Queen’s heels. Now, if the reality star could only topple a certain Baddest Woman on The Planet hogging up airtime on the red brand or humble that up and coming punk ‘Nightmare’ girl who was making waves in NXT UK, Charlotte would be set for life.
Like with Eva prior, once Asuka managing to impressively squeeze all twelve inches of Charlotte’s phallus down her windpipe had lost its initial luster, The Queen pushed that multicolored head away from her huge hog, a strand of trailing out from The Empress’s lips as her eyes became glazed over, the longest reigning NXT Women’s champ straining to catch her breath while her throat recovered from the combined twenty-four inches of rubber that had come its way. Still, with a glint of hope gracing her face, Asuka made her way back over to Carmella’s dildo, and joyfully squealed when Eva finally gave her a nod. She probably should have gone further and thanked the beautiful model for this privilege, but she was just so overwhelmed with the joy of getting to taste her own sugary sweet cunt honey that it slipped her mind, Asuka leaning forward and slurping her fluids off of this rubber fuckstick.
Carmella was laying flat on her back, not having gotten up since her own earth-shattering orgasm, which meant she didn’t get to look down on Asuka gobbling up her anal juices like her other tops had the privilege of doing. However, there was something still intoxicating about Asuka targeting her ten inch toy in this way, the gifted grappler glancing at The Princess of Staten Island with all the lust in the world. Yet, for some reason, once The Empress of Tomorrow began at long last sampling her twat cream, that lust seemed to evaporate and the first ever Miss Money in the Bank couldn’t piece together why.
Unfortunately, Asuka knew all too well as to why as she was confronted with an uncomfortable truth the moment her lips hit this cum covered cock: she missed the taste of her own ass. Now it shouldn’t be misconstrued, her cunt juice was amazing, but she had become such a diligent ATM skank that she found herself preferring that forbidden flavour to the taste of her own cum—a treat that was kinky in its own right. But apparently, it wasn’t kinky enough for Asuka the butt slut, The Empress dutifully scarfing down her pussy juice but quite obviously longing for something even more depraved.
To make matters worse for the poor formerly undefeated star, there were two other perpetual backdoor whores getting that reward, as Eva fed Toni the remnants of Asuka’s ass on her cock while Charlotte reconnected with Becky in the best way possible by facefucking the Irish lass with her booty flavored dildo. The two doms kept this up for a few minutes more, looking over and smiling at each other every few seconds as the raucous moans from both of these bottom bitches bounced off the walls of this locker room, with a couple of gratified and grateful whimpers from the newly christened submissive Empress complimenting Becky and Toni’s joyful noise quite nicely.
Predictably, this trio of subs sucking these strap-ons caused commentary for the pitiful onlookers in this locker room, with all of these women basically begging to take their place.
“‘Ey, say Charlotte, Eva, need any more help gettin’ those cocks clean? Billie and I are more than prepared to join in.” Peyton inquired.
“Oi think you’d really be tickled.” Billie cooed.
“Mnhh, back off. I’m gonna be getting a taste of that.” Naomi interjected.
“No, no, no.” Zelina scowled. “I promise you and every woman in this locker room, I could take both those big dicks at once.”
“Awww, just both?!” Lana laughed. “I’d take all three!”
This squabbling continued for a while, all of the eager sluts shouting over one another until Eva stomped her foot down loudly on the floor before stepping away from Storm and surveying the rest of the locker room with her glimmering brown eyes, soaking in their desire.
“You all want a shot? Well I choose…”
Eva scanned her pointer finger across the room, making both members of Fire and Desire’s submissive hearts flutter as, for a split second, it looked liked she would choose them, before she instead playfully moved her finger over to Flair, earning a simultaneous glare and smirk from The Nature Girl, who was still ruthlessly thrusting in and out of Lynch’s mouth. Eventually, however, Eva cut the crap and made her decision.
“You!”
“Really?! Me?” Paige squealed, overjoyed that the dominant Diva’s finger was pointing in her direction.
“Yes, you.” Eva responded softly, then sternly warned, “Don’t fuck me over this time.”
“I won’t!” Paige swore up and down. “I won’t! I won’t! I won’t! You own my arse, you own me. God, thank you for taking another chance on me...Mistress Marie?”
“Hmmm…” Eva stroked her chin. “I’m still not sure if you’ve earned the right to call me that title, but I’ll let it slide.”
Then, just as the handcuffed Brit was about to thank her for that mercy, Eva gripped a tight hold of that raven hair and began pumping her cock in and out of those plump lips, the subservient sub of a General Manager instantly sucking that lengthy red strap-on. Unfortunately, greedy little Toni hogged every bit of ass juice, meaning the retired wrestler was robbed of getting to devour what she assumed was an absolutely scrumptious ass. However, that honestly didn’t matter to her as much because either way, she was pleasing her original owner and the woman who would hopefully be her Mistress yet again. So, thus, there she was, gagging and choking on the big dick roughly thrusting through her throat with saliva dribbling down her chin, the pasty white Norwich native having to prove she was worthy of even being akin to a two dollar whore.
After happily skullfucking the British babe for the next several minutes, The Flame Haired Femme Fatale tossed Paige’s head off of her cock with enough force that she landed smack dab on the floor then uncuffed her hands, Mistress Marie musing, “Hmmm, well, I guess you can still handle a cock, which is all you’re good for anyway. Come to my hotel room tonight and I’ll see if your ‘arse’ and I can get reacquainted.”
Beaming at this offer, Paige’s eyes brimmed with tears yet again, but they were now tears of joy as she squealed,“Yes, Mistress Marie. Thank you! Thank you!”
“Don’t mention it.” Eva smiled. “Like seriously, don’t. Taking back a nasty cumrag that betrayed me? That is not good PR on my end.”
“Understood.” Paige nodded, too broken and spineless to point out that the dominant Diva was making these arrangements in front of the whole locker room.
“And as for you…” Eva gestured over to the downtrodden Joshi, whose mouth was still glued to Carmella’s cock, “Get your gaped ass over here!”
Once she removed her lips from ‘Mella’s big dick, The Empress obediently answered, “Yes Mistress Marie.”
After crawling over to the reality TV star’s feet, Asuka looked up expectantly, shame still prevalent in her eyes even as her lips parted in awe of this fit fashionista’s beauty. Eva had to lick her own lips at this quintessential display of docility from her defeated opponent, making her stay there and wait for a while, leaving her guessing as to what her request would be before finally laying in the kicker.
“Kiss my boots!”
Without a nanosecond of a second thought, The Empress of Tomorrow pressed her lips down onto All Red Everything’s expensive ruby red boots, showing she knew her place in the pecking order with every peck she placed on this stylish footwear.
It was a sight Eva enjoyed for minutes on end before she prompted, “Aren’t you so grateful to know where you stand now?”
In between kisses, Asuka shyly admitted, “Yes...Yes Mistress Marie. It is a privilege to be in the same room with you. You are a real woman. I am a plaything.”
Eva had to work hard to not bust a gut from laughing at how quickly Asuka was willing to degrade herself, further pressing, “So, is it safe to say you weren’t ready for Eva?”
“Mmhmm.” Asuka dutifully responded as she continued taking a bulldozer to the final shreds of her reputation. “I was not ready for Eva! I was not ready for Eva! Oh, I was not ready for my beautiful, my wonderful, Mistress Marie. But you were ready for me. Eva was ready for Asuka!”
“I was, wasn’t I?” Eva flashed a shit-eating grin before trying to wrangle the rest of her sexpets. “Now, why don’t we all celebrate? Paige, Toni, Becky, come here and join your fellow fucktoy.”
“Yes Mistress Marie.” Toni grinned and slithered over, happy to enter the fold again.
“Right away, Mistress Marie.” Paige agreed, crawling on her sore hands and knees.
Ripping her head off Flair’s dildo, Becky joined the others in responding, “Yes my Red Queen.”
“And…” Eva paused. “You too, ‘Mella!”
Carmella’s eyes went wide, with a face that read ‘excuse me’, but she ultimately removed her dildo and replied, “Yes Mistress Marie. But I’m soo getting you back for this.”
“It would be real cute to see you try.” Eva scoffed, then ordered. “Step to it, bitches.”
Mistress Marie then reveled in these dumb little subs kissing up and down her beautiful boots. Okay, well, technically not all of them were, as five was a pretty big crowd at her feet, but Paige and Carmella were still doing a beautiful job of kissing the ground she walked on while these other three bitches moved their lips all over her shiny shoes.
“They weren’t ‘ready for Eva’.” The Red Queen reiterated as she locked her eyes on Charlotte, chuckling as she asked. “Will you be?”
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