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The redhead stood alone. The locker room was empty, the other wrestlers had gone home. Management, the fans, even the janitors, all had gone long ago, it was accepted that they'd lock up the place after they had finished here. It wasn't unusual for wrestlers to stay late, whether practicing late in the ring, hitting the weights, strategizing, the ring was their home, their battlefield, so there wouldn't be any questions about why Becky had stayed late. She was fine being alone, when she left home to wrestle in Japan, when she was the first woman to train in Ireland, when she went to Canada and the United States, when she a flight attendant, she was alone then. Loneliness was fine, Becky liked people, she'd liked making them smile at her puns, but solitude was nice as well, gave her time and space to think.
Becky wasn't uncomfortable because she was alone, she was uncomfortable because she wasn't. The redhead had a moment of peace, but she knew that the three of them were coming. It's her own damn fault, she accepted the match, she knew the risks involved. She didn't even want to do anything beyond see the smug look on their faces turn into fear, she was going to get them worked up and then she was going to let them go, okay maybe she'd take a few pictures. But she knew she wouldn't escape with some minor humiliation.
“Surprised you didn't run you Irish bitch.” “I lost fair and square Charlotte, I'm no squelch.” The muscular, athletic blonde smirked as she walked into the locker room. Charlotte, well-built, tall, arrogant and powerful. Summer Rae, willowy, cunning, she was the founder and mastermind of the BFFs. Sasha, small and slender, the lowest one on the totem pole, she had drive and ambition born out of desperation. They were a nasty lot for sure, cruel, and mean with a penchant for going after newcomers. And right now nobody was newer than Becky. Sasha carried a bag in her hand that she promptly dropped on the floor.
“Girls, let's get ready for the real main-event.” Becky gasped as the three started removing their gear. It was done in simple, almost synchronized motions, tops pulled over their heads and thrown careless aside and bottoms discarded with a quick shimmy. Their bras were removed with a simple snap and their underwear dropped too. Charlotte breasts were the largest of the group, and the way she thrust her chest out emphasized it even more.
“You know what's going to happen, right?” Charlotte talked simply, firmly, she didn't raise her voice, Becky knew that the evenness of her tone was a trick to make her appear more confident and in control, but even stark naked Charlotte still looked a queen. “Aye? What's that daddy's girl? We going to hold each others hands, braid hair and talk about our favorite My Little Pony?” “I was thinking we take turns running a train on you.” Sasha snapped, she was always the edgy one. “Hush Sasha. Becky, I don't know if you've heard the stories or not, but the BFFs are taking over NXT, and you're in our way, it's nothing personal, but we've got a reputation to build.” Summer Rae always tried to sound reasonable, but Becky knew she was a snake, just like the rest of them.
“Being a bunch of perverts and sex pests? Strange reputation to want.”
“Becky, let's make this very simple and easy to understand, so even you can get it. We're the BFFs, we won, you lost. Now, if you want to be uncooperative, I don't really care, but if you play nice, we'll play nice.” Becky stood silent, contemplating their offer. “Naw, you're going to have to take me down.”
“Suit yourself.” Charlotte moved first, she was quick, but Becky expected her, as Charlotte went for a the double-leg, Becky sprawled and caught her in a front facelock, Lynch was pushed back but braced her foot against the wall, seeing an opportunity she switched to a one-armed choke and slapped Charlotte's bare ass, who let out a surprisingly high-pitched yelp. Becky saw Sasha run towards her and pushed the muscular Charlotte at her, the smaller girl tripping over the larger blonde. Becky felt the long arm of what could only be Summer Rae and turned in a flash, the leggy blonde was preparing a forearm and the redhead ducked it and went for an ankle-pick. Summer fell flat on her back and Becky began wrapping up her legs in her Four Leg Clover and cranked it in as Summer screamed in pain, they could cheat all they wanted, they could beat her in the ring and they could beat her here, but Becky was breaking one of their legs. She had posted on her arms to really apply the pressure to the wannabe belle before she felt a toned arm wrap around her head, and everything exploded into darkness.
“I had her Charlotte. If your clumsy ass hadn't gotten caught and tripped me up she would've been mine.” “Yeah, I still knocked her ass out.” “Quiet girls, she woke up.” Summer was seated and holding an icepack on her leg. She looked surly. “Wakey, wakey little Becky. I know you think you're some tough Irish broad, but I guess I was just naturally selected to be better than you. How'd you like that natural selection by the way?” Becky moved to rub her head at Charlotte's jibe, but she looked up to see the lithe form of Sasha Banks kneeling on her chest, knees trapping her arms on the cold floor of the locker room.
“I wanted you to be awake for this. Strip her.” Summer Rae said that with particular venom and Sasha quickly slid to her side and she and Charlotte pulled Becky to her feet, the Irishwoman was still woozy and as they pulled her arms above her head she didn't have the strength or focus to fight them, all of a sudden she felt two different hands grabbing her chest. She looked and saw Charlotte and Sasha nod at each other. They reached beneath it and pulled it over her head, a simple sports bra was underneath it. “Bloody hell.” Charlotte then grabbed Becky and lifted her into the air in a bear hug like maneuver, quick as a cat, Sasha moved behind Becky and slipped off her left shoe, then her right. Still stunned, Becky could do nothing as Sasha put her hands on her hips, dug her thumb into Becky's waistband and pulled her leggings down, simple athletic boy shorts stood out against her tanned skin.
“Come here Summer, do the honors yourself.” The First Lady of NXT stalked over, still limping a bit, giving Becky some satisfaction, until the long fingers of the blonde dug into her breasts and ripped the bra off Becky's modest bosom. “Lift her.” Sasha and Charlotte complied, lifting Becky under their shoulders. Summer's delicate hands moved down her body, a gentle caress that turned cruel as she grabbed the edge of Becky's bottoms and pulled them upwards, the seam catching in the pussy lips of Lynch and the crack of her ass, the redhead groaned in pain as the cloth bit into her most sensitive places, finally, it started to tear as Summer's fingers turned into claws and ripped it apart. “You think you're better than me, better than us because you wrestled in Japan? You think you're better because you haven't had to do the same things we've had to do? Well you're not better now, are you Becky Lynch? You're the BFFs bitch, just like every other woman in this locker room.” Summer ranted as she tore the clothing from the still suspended Becky.
“Summer, my arms are getting tired.” Sasha complained. Summer seemed to snap out of her rage. “Right, bend her over this bench.” Charlotte and Sasha muscled the redheaded girl over the bench and Summer stalked over to the bag. “Wait a second Summer, there's something I want to do first.”
Charlotte moved while an evil smile crept over her face. Her hands traced their way down Becky's taut back. Becky remembered the smack she had given Charlotte and gritted her teeth. Like the crack of a gun, Charlotte hand whipped down across Becky's cheeks. “Ooh fook.” Becky's throaty voice swore as her ass was lit up. A steady staccato beat of Charlotte's hardened palms beat down upon Becky's behind, she was a wrestler, and pain and injury weren't new to her, but she didn't have much taste for rough play. Becky's whole body shook as Charlotte really got into the spanking. Finally, it was done, Becky's tan ass a bright red, and with the grip of the blonde amazon released, she reached back and rubbed her smarting buttocks. “Yer sick fooks, y'know that?”
“Get the toys, girls. Then you'll see how sick this fuck is.” Summer had fire in her eyes as she dug through the bag. “I know you're probably familiar with the curse of the Irish, you...how do you say it? Right, dirty slag. That's slut in your gutterspeak, right? So these might be a little startling for you.” Becky gulped as Summer's jibes sailed over her. In the elegant southerner's delicate hands were three grotesque protuberances. Summer's was a smooth dark gold that had a long, gentle taper, it matches her form, being long and comparatively thin. The one that must have been Sasha's was more conventional, a brilliant red in a banana shape, it had a slight swelling to emulate the glans of an authentic prod, it was shorter and squatter than Summer's, but still of a prodigious size. Lastly was what could only be Charlotte's. A deep, rich purple, it was covered with a lattice of veins and ridges that sought to emulate some twisted nightmare exaggeration of a manhood. Becky had laid with men before, she wasn't ashamed of it either. She had traveled the globe and shared a bed with men of all ethnicities and backgrounds. But none of that pool shared the fearsome proportions of these three phalluses, none had needed them either. Her couplings were enjoyable for both parties, as intimate unions and explorations of body and mind. A good tongue was better than a big dick in her experience, and a considerate heart better than anything. These cruel harridans shared none of the traits Lynch associated with pleasurable sex. They were selfish, big-dicked bitches intent on humiliating her. This was going to be a rough night.
“I know you're a bit slow Becky, so let me walk you through this.” Sasha was cut-off by Charlotte's imperious tone. “Thanks Banks, but I think we know who's going to take char- “Hold on honey. This is something that needs to be done by the BFFs senior member.” Charlotte's look of shock at being interrupted was quickly hidden as she turned her attention back at Becky. “Normally we like stretching this out and really getting into it. But honestly I'd rather just stretch you out instead. So let's have a little competition, alright? Whatever girl can get her to deepthroat the longest gets the first crack at her, alright?”
“I'm in.”
“No Sasha, I'll be in.”
“Shut it!”
Summer shrieked and both Charlotte and Sasha got still. “Sasha, you go first, then me, then Charlotte.” Summer grinned evilly at Becky, who gulped in fear.
Sasha strutted forward, waggling her fake-penis in the air. “Ready for some deep throat? Wait...I don't care about your answer. Get ready to suck some dick.” Becky opened her mouth for a second to disagree with her assessment, and lightning fast Sasha darted forward to get her scarlet dildo between the redheads teeth. Lynch immediately spluttered as the inexperienced Sasha attempted to force her way down Becky's throat. It failed. Sasha managed to get beyond Becky's molars for a few seconds but she never managed to force the Irish wrestlers lips completely around her crimson cock. Sasha held Becky's nose, slapped her silly with her rubber dong, and screamed and shouted.
“Just give up.” Charlotte's shot was sharp and honest. Sasha shrugged her shoulders at it and stepped away. Becky stared at them all and mouthed back. “You can't break me.” “Sasha couldn't break you. I'm not Sasha.” “And I ain't either.” Charlotte was taken back by the surprising aggressiveness in Summer's voice, But with the slender blonde limping forward, Charlotte figured that she was looking for some payback. Normally unwilling to cede any control to her fellow BFFs, she decided that any conflict could wait. She had never seen Summer mad before. For her part the First Lady was fierce in her actions. She gripped the redheads hair roughly and forced her jaw open, Summer forced the slender gold prod across the Irishwoman's tongue, while she was angry, she hadn't let it completely obscure her reason, she chose the deepthroat contest for a reason. Her favored strap-on would grant her a significant advantage, the slightness of it would make it easier for this Irish bitch to wrap it around her lips and get it down her neck. And though she longed to punish Lynch by ramming her cock mindlessly into her, she would temper her anger by making it the right way, slowly and steadily she worked herself deeper and deeper.
She had crossed the point where Sasha had failed at and Becky began to gag, tears coming to her eyes, and quickly Summer realized the problem. While her slimmer dildo granted her easier access to Becky's throat, the greater length meant that there was just one final inch she couldn't get inside. Summer tried to wiggle it, she tried to thrust forward, but just when she had about given up, she grasped Becky's head and forecfully pulled it down her cock, Lynch sputtered for a second before sending a powerful push against Summer's core, knocking the southern belle on her ass. Immediately she began coughing heavily.
“You cheeky bitch!” “Hush Summer, she was choking. You got a second...which makes you infinitely better than Sasha.” Banks flipped off the arrogant Carolinian. “Y'know, I did expect better from both of you. But let me show you how it's done.” And then Charlotte knelt, and did something that surprised the other three women in the room. She brushed the saliva dripping from Becky's face away, wiped the sweaty hair from across her brow, and leaned forward for a tender, nigh-loving kiss. Becky was taken back, but after an initial freeze she relented under the soft force of Charlotte's advance, after a good minute of tongue-to-tongue, Charlotte's hands dropped from around Becky's head and moved to the redhead's firm ass. After kneading those cheeks for a while Charlotte removed her mouth from it's dance with Becky's and began nibbling at her neck.
Charlotte whispered to her “Help me win and I'll take it easy on you.” Becky curtly nodded, fearing the wrath of the vengeance seeking Summer and the respect-seeking Sasha. Charlotte dropped down as her mouth made its way further down her body. As Charlotte continued Lynch let out an almost inaudible moan that drew a grin from Flair, she then sunk deeper, nibbling at the small brown areolas of the rock and roller. Becky gasped in pleasure. When Charlotte's tongue touched Becky's slit the Irishwoman just about screamed. It was only 30 seconds of cunnilingus but Becky was dancing and panting in response to Charlotte's licks and sucks. But before she could reach relief, Charlotte stepped away, Becky whined.
“Oh no, not yet.” Charlotte's powerful hands gripped the well-developed shoulders of Becky Lynch and drove her to her knees. “Now it's time for you to do me a favor.” Charlotte twisted her hips so her grotesquely oversized phallus was right in from of the feisty redhead's mouth. But instead of forcing it down her throat, like the others did, Charlotte gently touched the side of Becky's jaw and stroked them softly. “C'mon, open up.” Mindlessly the Irishwoman complied, and Charlotte slowly started getting her cock down the defeated wrestler's throat. When Becky started to cough, Charlotte would stop, massage her throat, and then continue when Lynch felt comfortable enough to go on. Whenever the redhead swallowed another inch, Charlotte made sure to encourage her progress. “Good girl, that's a good girl, swallow this dick. Yeah you know you want it, eat all of it and I'll give you a prize at the end. You're swallowing all of it, that's good, that's good.” With barely a gurgle, the toned waist of Charlotte was now brushing against the Irishwoman's long, sweaty hair.
“5-4-3-2-1. That's enough.” Charlotte pulled out as cleanly as she had entered Becky's mouth, and other than the long strands of saliva connecting the purple prod to Becky's bruised lips, it was almost as if nothing had happened. Sasha looked begrudgingly impressed, and Summer was quietly fuming. “That was pretty easy, wasn't it girls.” Charlotte taunted her two stablemates. “I suppose it was alright, but while you were taking your sweet time we sat here hornier and hornier, can you fuck the little tart now? I want to get at her before the night's over.” Sasha was her usual impatient self. “Yeah Charlotte, took you long enough, I just want to get my cock in this bitch, now you took damn-near ten minutes to throat fuck her, and then I'm going to wait for you to have your way with her?” Summer was now loudly fuming. “Shush, I have an idea.”
All three turned on the beaten-down Becky. “Here's what I say girls...I know I get first crack but that's more of a selection of targets, not timing. What say we three have a go...at the same time.”
Sasha purred at the sick perversity of the thought and it even brought a smile to Summer's lips again. “I like how you think Flair.” Becky, still in a daze, now started to figure out was going on as the three women descended on her. Charlotte squirted some lube on her hand and she began to stroke her dangling strapon. Charlotte got on the ground behind Becky and rolled her further back until she was almost on Charlotte's lap. “W-wait, what are ye doing? Ye said that you'd take it- “Easy is relative Bex, you're getting lube after all.”
Sasha helped support Becky's weight while Summer curtly dotted a little dollop of lubricant on the taut pink asshole of the defeated redhead. It was a tight knot, but Summer's long fingers worked their magic and got an inkling of goo inside Becky's back channel. As Becky struggled, Summer grabbed one leg, Sasha grabbed the other and helped support her as Charlotte wriggled her hips and used a hand to line up her fearsomely wide glans with Becky's tiny asshole. The other arm was gripping across Becky's chest and clutching a nipple. Charlotte breathed in Becky's ear as she taunted her. “How's it feel that you're going to lose your anal virginity to somebody that has zero respect for you?” “Just get it over with!” Becky responded with a loud cry.
And Charlotte did.
Summer and Sasha let Becky slide down, and Charlotte twisted her hips at just the right moment to pop Becky's black cherry. Lynch was struggling mightily to keep her sphincters closed , but the angle her legs were held at and the lube on both the prod and her hole were too much to fight. Becky felt her O-ring struggle, but there was too much cock, and Charlotte was too powerful. She felt her asshole stretch and expand as she was stuffed with plastic dick. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck.” It was a long and slow groan. Low and pained. “That's just the tip, you Irish bitch.” Becky's brown-eye was now thoroughly red as it barely managed to contain the thick strap-on. With the head in, Charlotte began to slide Becky down her cock. Becky's asshole didn't feel any better, but there was a new problem to deal with as her rectum now began experiencing an ungodly amount of pressure as the shaft made its way deeper and deeper into her personage. Becky let out low gasps as the dildo continued to slip deeper inside of her, and after about the halfway point Charlotte grabbed under Becky's thighs and pulled them back, causing the Irishwoman to yelp as she was now 100% in the control of the domineering blonde. Her legs splayed, her pussy was exposed to the other two BFFs, who gazed at it hungrily.
“Go ahead.” The two wrestlers continued to stand there dumbfounded so Charlotte repeated herself. “Go ahead Summer, I want you to take this bitch's cunt.” Summer dropped to her knees as she approached them, she gazed at the sight of Becky's distended anus swallowing up the fierce purple prod, and she stuck her tongue out hesitatingly, she touched the tip of it to Charlotte's taint, and then slowly made its way up the broad shaft of the strap-on before diving into the rapidly moistening vagina of the redhead. Summer attacked it with her cornucopia of tricks as Charlotte began fucking Becky with long, steady strokes, picking her up and sliding her down, not completely burying the rod in Becky, but getting progressively closer, quarter-inch by quarter-inch. “Let's fuck this bitch Summer.” “Sure thing honey.”
With Becky's ankles over her ears and her toned body completely available for plundering, Summer slid the head of her shaft up and down Becky's moist lips before splitting the Irishwoman's ripe cunt with her long and slender dildo. Becky was in a state of flummox, the burning in her loins matched by the burning in her back passage, but the cool sex toy wielded by Summer merely ignited her further as she felt the shafts rub against each other inside of her. She still felt like her asshole was about to burst open at any point, but there was something there underneath it. It hurt, but it hurt like a good workout hurt, she was stuffed, but the same stuffed as after a big meal, she was tender, but it was the tender after a match, the soreness of pushing your body to the limit and going beyond it. The two blondes worked in careful concert as they had their way with Becky's pussy and ass, Becky letting out a loud grunt as Charlotte finally forced the last inch of strap-on into Becky's anal cavity. Summer nibbled at Becky's small breasts and manipulated the redhead's clit with her thumb. “S-Sasha.” Charlotte was grunting in exertion now. “Fuck her mouth, let's make this cunt airtight.” Sasha moved forward with confidence and moved her scarlet strap-on into the half-open mouth of the now-submissive wrestler. Sasha cackled as she drove the smooth cock down her neck, finally getting the deep-throat that was denied to her.
The tableau was set, the powerful body of Charlotte formed the base, as her gargantuan dick was lodged firmly within the still struggling rectum of the once-defiant redhead, Becky's legs were in the air and resting on Summer's shoulders as the southern sophisticate took long drilling strokes deep and hard in her cunt, standing off to the side was the slender Sasha, her darker skin a contrast with the brilliant red phallus moving it's way down Becky's throat. But Charlotte's body was flagging.
“Fuck, alright, goddamnit, let's switch.” “Fuck Charlotte, it was just getting good.” Nonetheless, Charlotte pulled her cock out of Becky's now defeated asshole, once tight and pink, it was now loose, open, and red. Summer and Sasha backed off too, letting Becky collapse in a heap as one hand went to check her sphincters and the other her vagina. They were sore and itchy but still whole.
“What the fuck Charlotte, you bitch out? Should've let me handle if you aren't up to the task.” “Fuck off Sasha, I wanted to give everybody else a shot.”
“Yeah Sasha, settle down.”
“Fine! What's the plan then?”
“Sasha, get underneath her and fuck her cunt, don't give her time to rest. Cowgirl. Summer, you get behind her and finish what I started with her ass.”
“And you?”
Charlotte let loose a sick smile. “She's going to eat her OWN ass.”
Upon hearing that, Becky tried to crawl away, but she was too weak and the BFFs were too hungry for her gorgeous body. Sasha pulled Becky on top of her, the Irishwoman's long sweaty hair hanging low as Sasha easily slipped her red cock inside of her. The thicker circumference making her wince as it penetrated her. Just as she was getting comfortable with Sasha's shorter, more energetic strokes however, she felt her cheeks spread again and the longer, more slender prod of Summer made its way quickly up Becky's ravaged back door. But there was pleasure in the debasement. Her asshole and cunt were still awash with nerve-endings, and the cruel women knew how to play them. She was just a receptacle for their dick, but it's something she was learning to enjoy.
Even still, when the smirking blonde appeared before her, Becky was ready to fight, she knew what Charlotte wanted to do, and there was no way she'd suffer...THAT...indignity. But as Sasha and Summer thrust in and out of her, Charlotte attempted to get her stained strap-on down her throat. But Becky closed her lips, shook her head, and tried to stay strong. But Flair had a plan, and that plan was to break Becky's spirit. She gripped Becky's button nose, closing the redhead's access to air, within a matter of seconds Lynch opened her mouth up for a gulp of air and, lightning quick, Charlotte slid forward. Becky coughed as the filthy cock slid down her throat, its taste was pungent and rich and unmistakable. There was no hiding the flavor of her own ass as it smeared across her tongue. After a few steady minutes of the throat fucking Becky had to admit that it wasn't as bad as a taste as she truly feared, but the humiliation of knowing that she was defeated, that she had been beaten by the very worst aspects of wrestling and she has been stripped of her clothes, her pride, her dignity, her maidenhood, and her humanity made it all the worse. Becky opened up her throat as Charlotte drove the defiled strapon into Becky's mouth.
But while the humiliation was happening above, the twin pistons of Summer and Sasha were having an effect. Still sore and tender, her ass and pussy were also loosened up, and she was putting up no fight as she being fucked again and again. Combined with the warmth of the two bodies thrusting into her and the delicate teeth of Sasha on her nipples and the longer fingers of the First Lady across her clit were working Becky up, despite the giant prod in her throat, she let out short little gasps and moans as she began to feel the rising tide of an orgasm. But Charlotte noticed it to in the quickening pulse.
“You gotten off a few times girls?” Sasha and Summer nodded. “Well then, I feel the bitch is about to cum, but I don't think she's earned it yet.” “Agreed Char.” The three of them untangle themselves from Becky's body, stepping away to look at their work, as soon as she was let go, Becky immediately dove her hands between her legs, seeking to finish herself off. Lightning quick Sasha caught her hand and brought her arms behind her in a double-hammerlock.
“Rae, get in front and handle her mouth, It's my time to take her ass.”
“And what about me Banks?”
“Well you can't fuck her without giving the dumb bitch an infection, so use your hands and finish her off after she makes Summer cum from...well, we know what Summer wants.” Summer blushed, but as Becky was moved into doggy style, Summer matched her movements and stuck her tight ass into the Irishwoman's face. “Eat my ass just like you ate yours.”
Becky had no more fight, she needed to quiet the storm in her cunt and knew that Charlotte's strong hands could get the job done. As she once again felt her ass cheeks be pushed to the side as Sasha entered her roughly, the third dildo in an hour, her rectum was now receptive to such treatment and her asshole had long lost the fight to resist whatever was being done to her. She accepted the rough treatment from the Boss as she submitted to orally ministrate to the pursed anus of Summer Rae, she had never eaten an ass before, and even when she had eaten her own ass not ten minutes ago it had at least been in the fellatory fashion she was familiar with. Now, she was actually licking the asshole of another woman. She was moving her tongue around the cheeks and hole of a woman she despised.
“Get your fucking tongue in their you bitch.” Doubling down, Becky closed her eyes and tried to pretend it was anything else. She moved her soft tongue across the delicate folds of Summer's ass. She moved them around in a clockwise motion as she sought to stimulate the woman and finally get her chance to cum. She own ass was numb with the constant jackhammer strokes of Sasha punishing her poor butthole. Lynch's daze was interrupted for a brief, horrifying second by the understanding of just how sore she was going to be for the next week. But soon that was wiped away as she felt the careful penetration of Charlotte's fingers into her pussy which ached in need.
As Charlotte squatted behind Sasha to gain access to Lynch's vagina. She leaned against Sasha's leg. And as Banks relentlessly pounded ass, Charlotte took a quick look at the bouncing bubbly butt of the African-American, in the middle she saw the winking anus of Sasha. Putting her hand right under Sasha's strap-on, she rubbed her wrist against the groin of Banks. “It's fucking tight, I bet it's gonna look so good wrapped around my cock.”
It was a mild whisper, but Sasha heard it and tensed up for a second. Charlotte gently bit the round ass cheek of Sasha as she began to finger the red-headed Irishwoman. With the humiliation of Becky eating Summer's ass, to the southerner's great delight, and the physical abuse of Sasha rearranging her rectum, Charlotte decided that a gentle touch would be the best way to start. Her ring and middle-fingers slipped every so slowly inside her, and she used her thumb to gently circle the submissive woman's clit. Becky was near paralyzed by the electric shock that ran through her. It'd been close to an hour and she hasn't had an orgasm yet. Hell, now that she'd thought about it, she probably hadn't had an orgasm in three days. Her reminiscing was cut short by the rapid and powerful thrusts of Sasha Banks, who draped her naked body over her, the black woman's rock-hard nipples rubbing against the tanned Irishwoman's back as the long hair of the Boss intertwined with her own, perhaps in another circumstance it would've been romantic or even loving, but considering that the smaller woman was kneading her breasts roughly and penetrating her butt with no care for the damage it'd do, Becky felt another level of mockery and humiliation, especially the constant series of jibes and dirty talk she was getting. “Feel me fucking your ass? Yeah I bet you do you little slag, you fucking skank, you fucking dirty butt slut. I know I wasn't the first to have this ass but I'm going to fucking own this ass. Yeah, you'll be crawling back to me every night so I can take your ass again and again and again. Maybe you'll have to give up wrestling because your butt will never be closed again, but I'm sure you could be my valet, would you want that? I could fuck your ass before and after every single one of my matches.”
Becky's only hope to stop this was to get Summer off as quickly as possible, so with a deep breath she dove in. Sure the massive cock stretching out her ass and the slap of Sasha's hips slamming into her ass were distracting, as was the feel of Sasha behind her and the grip of Sasha's hands on her breasts, yes the taunts kept getting into her head. Charlotte's fingers were both the hottest and coolest things in the universe as they moved into her aching vagina and across her white-hot clitoris. But fucking goddamnit. She was Irish. She was a wrestler. She survived neck injuries and failures and there she was, employed by the people she's always wanted to be employed by. And fuck. She wouldn't give up. So if she had to eat the asshole of some arrogant blonde bitch to get off, then that's what she'd fucking do! Pulling herself off the ground she supported the weight of Sasha on her back as she used her hands to firmly grip Summers buttocks and spread them wide. Seeing an opening, she stuck forth her tongue and penetrated the asshole of Summer. Sure it wasn't the same penetration she had faced, but it was something. She in some way was fucking them. And she heard an immediate reaction from Summer, who let loose a loud gasp. Becky proceeded to use her tongue like a weapon, driving in and out of the southerner's back passage. Summer kept making noises but she didn't seem any closer to orgasm.
Damnit! Becky double-downed as she felt her tongue start to cramp up and with one last swirl of her tongue she felt Summer shudder in her face. The tight cheeks of the willowy woman wriggling in front of her. Summer collapsed and Becky did too, face still in her ass. Meanwhile Charlotte had managed to fit three fingers inside of Becky and was beginning to pick up the pace a little bit. She smiled knowing what was going to happen next. “Summer, get your ass up and start recording this.”
Summer slowly picked herself up, and with wobbling legs managed to make her way behind, getting a great view of the two-way assault. Charlotte was now almost going as fast as Sasha, who after her jackhammer performance began to flag a little bit.
“Get your phone.” Wordlessly, Summer got her expensive smart phone and began to record the perverse sight. Three nude writhing bodies, Becky's raw red anus stretched tightly over Sasha's scarlet cock, and the amazonian Charlotte drilling three fingers into the Irishwoman's ravaged cunt. Becky's hips began to hammer back into the dual penetration of Banks and Flair and Charlotte began laughing.
“Make sure to get this shit on film, we're going to plaster this across the locker room, c'mon you bitch, squirt from getting your virgin asshole fucked. Squirt from me fingering your slutty little hole. Get it over with so we can finish this shit and the world will know you were a closet freak and we just ripped the door down!”
Becky screamed as the twin pleasures of Sasha's cock and Charlotte's iron-strong fingers tore the orgasm from her body, cum splattered the locker floor as her insides clamped down on both the strap-on and the blonde's digits. Finally, after one last shudder and splatter, Becky collapsed in a heap. Sasha extracted herself with a slick pop and Charlotte licked her fingers clean of Lynch's liquids.
“Keep filming, I want this slut to reach back and show the world what we did to her.” Without hesitation, without thought, without delay, Becky moved her shaking arms backwards and peeled her muscular ass apart and showed the loose, brilliant red gape that was, less than an hour ago, a taut, virgin behind.
“I told you not to fuck with us, bitch.”
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