All Red Returns | By : Heyoo Category: WWF/WWE > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 11990 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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DISCLAIMER: The following is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Eva Marie, Ember Moon, Asuka, Zelina Vega, Carmella, Toni Storm, Becky Lynch, Paige, Charlotte, AJ Lee or any other WWE Superstar, past, present or future. I make no money from this story.
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“Ar…Arigatou…” Asuka managed to mewl after coming down from her latest orgasmic high, pathetically whining as that black 8 inch strap-on promptly exited her bowels.
“De nada, bitch.” Zelina smirked before pressing her dildo back to The alleged Empress’s gaping puffy tunnel. “Ready for round three?”
Asuka simply nodded, then loudly moaned as that sizeable toy entered her anal orifice seconds later, causing La Muneca to wickedly chuckle as she bore witness to what this former Alpha who never even bothered to give the light of day had now become.
“Having fun over there?” The unmistakable voice of Eva Marie called from across the room, the majestic model pounding a sub of her own.
“Ooh, you have no idea.” Zelina sultrily cooed before pushing her hips as far forward as possible, meaning that every single inch of that toy once again was effortlessly stuffed firmly inside the artist formerly known as The Empress of Tomorrow.
“Oh, believe me, I totally do.” The gorgeous glamour girl giggled. “I mean, I’ve only pounded that meaty butt like what, a hundred times or so? Right, Asskicked…er…um…Asuka?”
“Ye…Yes Mistress Marie.” The Joshi star meekly squeaked in between the long lingering moans that came about from feeling the full length of this fuckstick slide around deep within her bowels, even needlessly adding. “And…mmmnnnn…you…you always fuck it so goooood, Red Queen!”
“But don’t forget that it’s my turn right now, Mistress Marie.” A new voice cheerfully chirped out, Eva’s current object of anal abuse wanting the indomitable dom’s attention centered solely on her.
“Uhmmm, I know .” Eva screeched back, promptly delivering a hard smack to the back of this worthless sub’s head, triggering a pitiful yelp from the submissive in question. “Unlike you, I’m not stupid.”
“Owww…oh…I’m s…sorry, Mistress Marie.” Ember Moon weakly whined.
Ember was supposed to be travelling to whatever next arena the RAW roster was performing at, but all it took was one quick call from this legendarily dominant model and Ember came racing to the SmackDown locker room, eager to see if All Red Everything truly was as skillful of an Alpha female as she had been hyped up to be. Thus far, she was absolutely living up to her reputation, the ‘eye candy diva’ outmatching just about every one of these superior wrestlers in the cruelty department. And Ember should know as she had the privilege of getting topped by virtually every woman on this roster, save for the select few fuckdolls who somehow managed to be even sluttier than her—which was a very short list, given that the RAW roster had gone so far as to put a plan in place ensuring Ember received hourly assfuckings, The War Goddess spending nearly every waking hour of existence bent over in front of a superior woman. The Shenom had of course been extremely grateful for that unspoken rule, but she honestly believed she’d trade it all away if it meant she’d belong to this gorgeous goddess of a woman for the rest of her days. After all, Zelina unloading on Asuka’s ass proved she could still get her slutty little butt used in the moments when the model was with one of her many other pets, and the moments in which she actually would be engaged one on one with Eva would be so much better than any other possible option at her fingertips.
Of course, that wasn’t the only thought Ember had about Asuka being topped by someone who could barely be considered an active competitor on the roster. The tragedy of her very first and former favorite dom tumbling down to the bottom of the totem pole wasn’t lost on her, especially since it was all thanks to The Empress’s once unrivaled prowess that Ember fell down this path of anal whoredom in the first place. Oh God, Ember had barely been in NXT for 15 minutes when Asuka had gotten a hold of her, The Shenom’s trunks promptly pulled down to her ankles and her anal cherry popped over the course of an hour. The Empress at least had the decency to let Ember maintain a badass persona on TV when she was starting out, but once that led to Ember getting ideas above her station, Asuka was sure to put an end to that too, cementing Ember as a three-time failure against The Empress and one of the most passed around pieces of meat in the NXT Women’s locker room, a reputation which obviously followed her around throughout her career. Even after winning the NXT Women’s Championship, Ember never bothered to try to top her colleagues, instead happily bottoming for every one of her challengers until Shayna Baszler laid claim to her big fat booty and swiftly took her title, adding yet another shortcoming to her resume. But that disgraceful defeat was all part of the domino effect set in motion by The Empress, meaning that seeing the once undefeated world beater in such a submissive state was a wholly surreal sight. Sure, Ember had heard the rumblings way back when that the once mighty Asuka had lost her anal virginity to Carmella, but to now witness the falling out of that and see the Osaka native reduced to a puppet of The Red Queen and a fucktoy for La Muneca pulled at Ember’s heart. Yet, while Ember was a bit saddened by Asuka’s collapse, she couldn’t help but see the brighter side of the situation, as Asuka now got to experience the joy Ember had known since day one and this whole roster got to experience the joys of being under a real Alpha female, who would most likely never fall.
Asuka was getting to experience joy, but the shame of this situation was not lost on her. She could still remember what it was like to be feared, to be respected, to be honorable. In fact, her glory days had perhaps never been more everpresent in her mind than right now, as her cheeks were becoming increasingly discolored at the hands of this glorified bottom. Oh, sure, it had been utterly humiliating when models who could probably botch a lock up had exerted their authority over her with practiced ease, but at least she could hide behind the excuse that, in spite of their in-ring faults, those pesky glamorous fitness models seemed to manage to find a way to make everyone submit to them sooner or later.
With Zelina Vega, she had no justification. The petite Puerto Rican was a joke, the living description of bottom of the barrel. She barely ever stepped into the ring, and when she did, there was never really any question that it would end with the tiny “competitor” flat on her back or tapping out like a little bitch. And backstage was pretty much the same story, the business associate of El Idolo only ever managing to top Lana, and given that the blonde may have been one of those select few women on this roster more submissive than Ember, that really wasn’t an accomplishment. Yet now here she was, treating Asuka like a common street whore.
Fuck, this butt banging wasn’t even anything to write home about. It was about as basic as you could get, Vega simply going through the motions every step of the way and only using an 8 incher, a length that paled in comparison to the long strap-ons used by both Mistress Marie and Mistress Mella, but Asuka loved it all the same. To make matters worse, she had to voice that love right in front of her first and most cherished sub, Ember’s presence richly adding to Asuka’s agonizing humiliation. Oh, Asuka wished her treasured pet wouldn’t have to see her in this state but she supposed it was for the best that The Shenom saw what she had become sooner rather than later, so that there was no misconception regarding Asuka’s status.
For Zelina, her turn with the longest reigning NXT Women’s Champion was so much more than basic. Despite constantly desperately insisting that she was a switch, the opportunity for the tiny Latina to top rarely seemed to present itself, which is why she jumped at the chance to use this disgraced ex-dom for her pleasure when Eva offered it to her. Every aspect of this delicious illicit affair left Zelina in awe, from the marvelous contrast between the black rubber of her strap-on and the colorfully discolored flesh of Asuka’s abused rear to the emphatically loud cries pouring out of The Empress’s trembling mouth, and it all spurred the miniscule manager on to slam harder and harder into those luscious supple cheeks, admiring the ripples that were sent through that charming chunky booty. She continued to hammer that hot hole then patronizingly stroked the humiliated whore’s multicolored hair, letting out a maniacal laugh.
However, perhaps expectedly, the more submissive desires building within Andrade’s manager started bubbling up to the forefront the longer that toy slid in and out of that quivering hole in front of her, Zelina momentarily wishing this dick would be stuffed up her own bubble butt, or perhaps even more preferably, that Eva Marie’s absolute monster was shoved in her shitter. Oh, Zelina was definitely no anal virgin herself, but when contrasted with Ember, her booty was woefully underused, so much so that she wondered if Eva would mind all that much if she ran over and begged to take Ember’s place…
No! She had been given the rare chance to show she was capable of competently topping someone and she wasn’t going to ruin it! She had to prove she knew how to remind Asuka of her place, and she figured one of the best ways to do that was to lay the humiliation on thick.
“Asuka, Asuka, Asuka.” Vega chastised. “Mmm, just look at you. How does it feel, hmmm? How does it feel to go from overlooking me for so long to getting your big beautiful ass fucked by me? Ohh, stupid puta! Everyone used to fear you and now everyone gets to fuck you! Mmm, and now you’re gonna rue the day you ever put disrespect on the name ‘Zelina Vega’! You hear me?! Do you hear me, Asuka?? Answer, you perra débil— weak bitch!”
Still in the midst of blissfully crying out, the weakened Joshi superstar obediently whined, “Yes..Mistress Vega?”
“Oh no you don’t!” Eva fiercely shouted over to the odd couple while gleefully groping Ember’s plump booty. “There’s only one Mistress in this room and that is me ! Understood?”
“Yes Mistress Marie.” Asuka quickly and fearfully responded.
“…Yes Mistress Marie.” Zelina begrudgingly grumbled, knowing she stood no chance against the dominant model.
“Yes Mistress Marie!” Ember unnecessarily chimed in, which genuinely amused the glamour model, though she couched that amusement in further aggression, delivering a thunderous strike to that fat black ass.
In what was perhaps the least surprising revelation of all time, Ember proudly showed that she got off on getting her big booty spanked, the mindless butt slut moaning out once Mistress Marie’s soft manicured hand crashed down on those round mounds with way more force than she was expecting. Not that she minded. In fact, she wanted more. Oh God! This exemplary in-ring technician had such little self-respect for herself that she didn’t give a damn that one of the least competent competitors in the history of this sport was quite literally whooping her ass right now. She actually openly embraced it, the submissive ‘Shenom’ twerking her absolute dumptruck of an ass to further entice Eva to continue this barbaric butt beating. All Red Everything barely hesitated to give the fluke of a former NXT Women’s Champion what she wanted, her hand repeatedly colliding with that huge butt, causing that ebony flesh to shake violently after every devastating blow. Funnily enough, the more her meaty cheeks jiggled, the louder Ember cried out. Though to be fair, The Red Queen matched that, as the more those perfect pudgy globes quaked, the more Eva erupted in laughter.
“Omigod…you literally might be the most pathetic little loser yet.” Eva scoffed with a scornful laugh, continuing her one palm assault. “If you didn’t have a fat fucking ass that was made to be wrecked, I wouldn’t be caught dead in the same room as you! I mean, in addition to being a dumbfuck jobber who couldn’t beat a fucking paper bag and in addition to being one of the biggest submissive lesbian whores to ever enter this business, you really had to go the extra step and be a pain slut as well? Christ! Were you made in a lab somewhere, you little freak? I’m serious. Is this the result of scientists coming together to try to create the perfect worthless ho? Because, mission-fucking-accomplished.”
Ember’s immediate response was simply to squeal like a fuckpig, her brain so focused on this all-out ass assault being inflicted upon her that she was only half comprehending the barrage of verbal abuse being spewed her way. Eventually, the perpetual flop stopped for a second or two to let the words of her top sink in, then after a few suppressed whimpers, did what she could to prove the fitness model right.
“Ohhh fuuuck!! You’re right!! You’re so fucking right!!! MMMM, I’m a loser!! I’M SUCH A FUCKING LOSER!! Ohhh, I’m a dumb fucking piece of trash! AAAAAWWHH!! MMMM!!!” Ember shrilly shrieked at the top of her lungs. “The only useful thing about me is my ass! MMMM!!! MY FAT FUCKING ASS!! OHHHH, and I love when you spank it but can you please fuck it again too? Please? Ohh, pleeaasseee??? PRETTY PLEASE!! I, MMM, I JUST, I NEED IT SO BAD!! FUCK! I NEED IT SO SO BAD, MISTRESS MARIE!! OHHH, your spanking’s great but I need you to fuck my skanky butt! I NEED YOU TO POUND MY SLUTTY SHITHOLE! I, I, AWWW GODDAMMIT, FUUUUUCCCK!!!”
Ember joyfully swore as Eva at last catered to her wishes, the fiendish fashionista thrusting her hips forward into that already gaping wide tunnel. Within just a couple of minutes, she had managed to jam that ruby red twelve incher inside that anal orifice, and all the arbiter of the Eclipse did was merrily moan, barely a shred of pain evident in her ecstatic emphatic cries. Eva kept her hips pressed against those gelatin-like globes, letting this moment hang. As that dildo remained unmoving inside her back passage, Ember just let out squeal after squeal, feeling utterly stuffed as that strap-on stayed still inside her sexy little shitpipe.
“Now, tell me Ember, who tops you better? Me or your precious little Asuka?” Eva smirked, already knowing the answer.
“YOUUU!!” Ember screamed without a hint of hesitation. “You, one hundred percent! And, fuck, it’s not even close! You’re already so much better than she was, and than she could ever be!! Oh, Mistress Marie, mmmm, you’re seriously the best top ever!!”
Following Eva’s lead, Zelina pressed the fallen Empress of Tomorrow, asking her, “Hmmm, Asuka, that makes me wonder, which do you prefer more? The days back when you got to have a little bit of honor dominating Ember’s big fat ass or the days now where you take dick inside your nasty ass like a fucking two dollar streetwalker?”
There was a moment of trepidatious deathly silence from the former NXT alpha female before she abashedly hollered out, “DICK IN MY ASS! UNGHHH, TAKING DICK IN MY ASS!! OHHH, I…I love taking dick in my ass, YEAHHH, more than I ever loved topping Ember! OHHH FUCK!!”
While that outburst obviously brought a smile to Eva’s face, it also made her realize she should probably prove both their points by finally giving Ember exactly what she wanted. At the drop of a hat, Mistress Marie made Moon’s moans multiply once she began sodomizing her officially, shocking jolts of ecstasy sent through her vivacious curvaceous body every time The Red Queen slammed into that ample backside. The promising prospect turned lowly jobber closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, sensations straight from seventh heaven pushing her into a further elated mental state as she could feel every single inch of this footlong phallus plunge into the darkest depths of her bowels. On top of that, the kind of divine delight she mined from that hot rubber swiftly sliding within the entirety of her tunnel could not be downplayed. But perhaps most of all, The Shenom’s pleasure was derived from the knowledge that all of this was serving the greater purpose of making the SmackDown Alpha happy. After all, if Eva wasn’t getting complete enjoyment out of the proceedings, then they wouldn’t be happening.
Fortunately, Ember’s assessment was right on the money as Miss All Red Everything felt like she was on top of the world right now. To be fair, that was always sort of her default state of being, but could you blame her? She loved feeding her ego and being surrounded by all of these fuckable walking punchlines provided her with a full-on mukbang. In every single corner of this locker room, there was something Eva could focus on that would cause her confidence to skyrocket.
When she looked a little bit ahead of her, she saw Zelina still hammering away at the ruined booty of The Empress with every ounce of strength she possessed in her petite body. Zelina hadn’t even initially been someone Eva had considered to give such a big opportunity to, she had just been instituted as a last minute replacement since that bitch Carmella hadn’t showed up for some reason. But now, Eva honestly was quite happy with this substitution, as there was something outright hilarious about this ridiculously tiny “switch” wielding such a large and lengthy strap-on, trying so hard to come off as a top that it hurt. Better yet was hearing Asuka’s shameful attempts to prevent herself from being shameless, as each loud gleeful scream was followed with a remorseful whimper. Mistress Marie knew one day Asuka would come to her senses and fully let go of her inhibitions, so she savoured still being able to pick up slivers of apprehension from the recently demolished Empress.
Sweetening the deal, off to the side of the room were Toni Storm, Becky Lynch, and Paige, a.k.a Eva’s top three bottoms. Those three once respectable wrestlers were all lined up side-by-side in a position that was quite familiar to them—face down, ass up. Additionally, each “woman” went to the extra trouble of reaching back and spreading apart their pillow-y cheeks, showing off the sparkly red plugs shoved up their plump dumpers. That pose wasn’t very physically comfortable, but the braindead bitches could at least seek comfort in knowing they were pleasing their owner. Although…who were they kidding, really? They were of course envious of Ember and The Empress, as this trio of trained anal addicts having to simply settle for listening to a brutal buttfucking was utterly torturous for them. Observing the action still wouldn’t have been ideal but it would at least have been a step-up. Instead, their backs remained turned, the butt sluts left to imagine the events unfolding. Given their endless experience getting ass-smashed, that wasn’t too difficult, but it paled in comparison to witnessing the real thing, and it especially couldn’t stack up to being a firsthand participant in one of the reality TV star’s legendary sodomy sessions.
Eva couldn’t empathize (and didn’t sympathize) with her pets’ plight as she was both watching and participating in these rectal rammings, which brought her to the absolute best part of this night: Ember Moon. Eva had heard so much about The Shenom, and given how eagerly and easily she was taking a full foot of rubber up her rectum, she did not disappoint. Ok, well, Ember definitely was a disappointment, but that’s what made using her so satisfying. In some ways, she was almost like the reverse Eva—a gifted technical wizard in the ring, but a shockingly submissive bottom backstage. Though one commonality shared between them seemed to be the red present in Ember’s sleek hair, a detail which started eating at Eva more and more the longer she looked at it, as the thought of sharing any similarity with such a disgrace to her gender was legitimately infuriating.
Not helping Eva’s budding anger, Ember began begging to cum, though she knew it was probably too early for the glamour girl to grant her this, shouting out, “Ooohhh, Mistress Marie, pleeeaasseee, mmmm, pleeeasseee make me cuuuummmm!! Mmm, fuuuck, this big dick feels so good in my fat ass, so use it to make me, ahhhh, make me fucking cuuummm!!! Pleeeaaseee!!! Oh, make…make your bitch cum. Can…can I call myself that yet? Because, mmm, I’d love to be your bitch. Ohhh, please, please, let me be your anal loving bitch and let me cum with your monster cock up my slutty little asshole!!”
“No!” The Red Queen screamed, yanking up on The War Goddess’s hair. “If you want to be my bitch, then you have to learn that I don’t give a shit about whatever you want to feel! And you also have to learn patience ! Jesus, I’ve barely been buttfucking you and you’re already THIS desperate to cum? I don’t even know if this is worth it. Maybe I should just cut my losses and walk away now. You can just shove your own finger up your disgusting butt and cum that way, since you need it oh so badly right this second. Is that what you want? Huh?”
“Noo! Noooo!” Ember whined, hysterical at the thought of All Red Everything removing that strap-on. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! You’re right! Ohhh, my slutty ass should’ve known better. I just got so lost in the feeling of that giant dildo tearing me apart! Ahhh, but please keep with me, please! I promise it’ll be worth your while. Ohh, my whore butt was made to take dick, Mistress, so please never stop fucking it!!!”
“Hmm, maybe I can let things slide just this once.” Eva smirked. “But remember—even fuckmeat should have manners.”
“Yes Mistress Marie! Sorry Mistress Marie! Thank you Mistress Marie.” The submissive former NXT Women’s Champ frantically delivered each response in swift succession, triggering another quick snicker from this bewitching model.
Unfortunately for Ember, Eva still felt the need to remind this frail failure of her place and so she exponentially decelerated her rectal pounding, causing The Shenom to give a heart wrenching whimper as she was no longer the recipient of the kind of rough and steamy reaming she dreamed about. Instead, Eva purposely took things irritatingly slow, setting out to torture the total backdoor whore. Given the continued howl of frustration from this broken bottom, it appeared Eva’s methods were working to a tee, and to make matters worse, Eva used those agonized cries as a motivator to dial the speed further and further down. Eva kept at that plodding pace for as long as possible, the only thing getting harder over time being this fit fashion entrepreneur’s grip on Ember’s hair.
Thankfully, this butt busting wasn’t a total bust as Eva at least still provided Ember with some vocalized cruelty, as she goaded, “Aww, what’s the matter, Ember? You wanted me to fuck your ass, didn’t you? Isn’t that what I’m doing? Hmm? So, why the long face? Why the stupid little bitchy cries? You should be grateful, twerp. You should be thanking me for spending a single nanosecond on you because, let’s be real, you are THE bottom of the barrel.”
Despite her displeasure at such a slothily delivered deep dicking, Ember knew better than to not follow an order from this mesmerizing woman, and so she mindlessly complied, replying, “Sorry, my Red Queen. Thank you, my Red Queen. Oh God. Thank you so much! It’s not everyday a total goddess like you wastes their precious time ruining my loose asshole! OHHH, thank you so much for—ahhh, mmm, fuuuck!”
While Mistress Marie didn’t help increase Ember’s stimulation by picking up the pace of her anal penetration, she did replace gripping Moon’s lush hair with groping Moon’s perky tits, making the downtrodden bottom moan out in delight upon feeling Eva’s soft and slender fingers circling her sensitive nipples. Those massive melons served as the perfect handle bars for Eva as she leisurely guided her girthy girlcock within the depths of Ember’s delectable rear, massaging those astonishing breasts to her heart’s content. Even though The War Goddess’s current win-loss record was well on its way to making The Brooklyn Brawler look like Goldberg, her body was near-unbeatable, as her chest managed to be just as juicy as her ass, something All Red Everything was finding out firsthand. Entertaining herself, the devious diva began pushing both of Moon’s big boobs together, cracking herself up.
The impressive in-ring technician didn’t really get much out of her mistress performing that act specifically, but she did get a thrill feeling Eva’s hands moving across her enormous chest regardless. While the ex NXT champ obviously placed her hot haunches getting railed above anything else, she still appreciated when a top would take notice of her supple set, as her bouncy tits were especially tender to the touch of a woman who knew how to use them. Eva definitely fit that bill, because while she spent a lot of time just pressing those two round globes against each other, she did eventually go back to caressing the Texan’s rock-hard rosy peaks, causing the conquered simpleton to shudder in ecstasy. That reaction encouraged the divine dom to begin to tweak those nipples, which at first produced some ear-piercing shrieks, but they were almost instantly followed up with a series of gleeful gasps, strengthening the case that Moon was quite the masochist. Further testing the broken down call-up’s limits, Eva began doling out powerful strikes to her stacked rack which again added to the bliss in Ember’s screams.
“God, just when I think you can’t get any worse.” Eva shook her head, though the smirk on her face showed she was more amused than angry. “It’s like you’re trying to hit a new all-time low every second. I’m sorry. I tried. I really tried. But I just can’t fuck you anymore. You’re just too much of a whore.”
“Wh…what?” Ember answered in disbelief, which soon morphed into devastation once her mistress’s dildo exited her puckered starfish, tears welling in her eyes. “N-No! You can’t leave me like this! Please, Mistress Marie, please!”
“Relax, relax. I’m not a monster.” Eva reassured before sitting back playfully stroking her fake cock. “But this dick is. And if you want to keep feeling it shoved inside your fat butt, then you need to hop on it yourself.”
Taking notice of this turn of events, Zelina followed suit, pulling out of Asuka’s ass and instructing, “Oh, I like the sound of that, so…you too, Asuka. ¿Entiendes? I want you to become just like your favorite little bitch and bounce your booty up and down my cock. Mmmhmm, yeah, yeah, that’s right, perdedora , I want you to feed your own hungry little asshole. Then you can say you did some of the work tonight, hahaha! So, tell me, just what exactly are you waiting for? En sus marcas, listos, ¡ya!”
Asuka puled like a tired newborn, but did as she was told, the tarnished Joshi star managing to drag herself to her feet before squatting down on that not-quite footlong dildo, instantly howling out upon feeling the tip of that tall toy re enter her loosened rear. She then moved her pudgy ass further and further down on that strap-on, her back cavity well-fucked enough at this point that this long dick proved an easy fit. In fact, it took about five minutes max for this wide open starfish to swallow that sword, Asuka loudly wailing once she reached Vega’s thighs, the Osaka native setting a new personal record for how quickly she was able to engulf the full length of this faux phallus in her battered behind. Unfortunately, she could honestly just barely feel that 8 incher, as her rectum had been stretched so thoroughly and brutally on a daily basis that it took a foot and over for the subservient ex-dom to even truly register what she was putting inside of herself. Worse, she had to hear the lucky little slut right next to her get treated to the twelve inch heaven she desired.
After giving her automatic response of ‘yes Mistress Marie, thank you Mistress Marie’, Ember had really gone to work, skewering her skanky ass on that full foot of hard red rubber then pogoing her curvy body up and down, moving with a speed so sharp that she would no doubt win a gold medal in going reverse cowgirl, if such a thing existed. Ember half-wished it were, as that meant she’d actually be able to win something. Then again, in many ways, taking this butt-busting stud’s hulking dildo in her hot hole was victory enough, especially when her tempo went unchecked and she was momentarily allowed to rapidly ram her own rump on this rouge rod, her hypnotic knockers of course never failing to shake like an earthquake after each vertical thrust.
Eva, meanwhile, admired observing Ember’s moon, salivating as that O-Ring clenched around the head of her long strap-on cock. Oh, it was so repulsive to see any woman debase herself in this way but Eva just couldn’t look away, The Red Queen so captivated by how beautifully Ember’s mocha skin contrasted with the shining bright red flagpole it was sliding down on, and then how vivaciously those fleshy cheeks shook as Ember frenziedly fucked herself. However, Eva sadly knew she couldn’t let herself get caught up in watching this fuckpet obliterate her whorish orifice for too long, as it was becoming increasingly obvious this submissive would push herself over the edge if Eva didn’t intervene.
Smacking that big bouncing booty, the current SmackDown Alpha yelled out, “Whoa, take a chill pill there, Ember! I’m not sure what world you’re living in but I did NOT give you permission to cum yet, so slow down! Now!”
Yelping, Ember woefully croaked, “Ye…Yes Mistress Marie.”
Doing her best to adhere to the gorgeous glamour girl’s latest ordinance, Ember dialed it down, suddenly going from moving at supersonic speed to moving slower than molasses. While it was quite upsetting for The War Goddess to be stuck back in this state, she at least could take solace in the fact that Eva was taking hold of her breasts again, only this time around the model dom wasn’t bothering with the pretense of being gentle. Instead of ever so fondly fondling those well-rounded mounds, Eva became vicious, her hands essentially acting as makeshift nipple clamps as she clutched down hard on that supple hand-full, so much so that it was honestly jaw-dropping that she didn’t draw blood. Just like those powerful blows to her treasured chest had done before, this surge of hurt sent Ember near nirvana. With Eva having such a forceful grasp on that robust bust, Moon finally felt like she could truly be herself as she was reduced to being nothing more than an object that the Total Divas cast member could use at her will. Plus, she could feel her huge boobs still jiggle within the domineering diva’s digitalis, something which clearly tickled this tremendous top, given her incessant giggling. And of course, each loud mocking laugh only made Ember grow that much more starry-eyed, the RAW “competitor” still hopeful her time with Eva would be permanent. How hard would negotiating a roster trade be? Hopefully not as hard as the rubber rectum wrecker wedged between her meaty cheeks.
Or as hard as the one Asuka was riding right next to her, for that matter. While somewhat significantly different in size, both strap-ons were perfectly girthy and firm, which resulted in both eager bottoms producing similar slutty cries as their eyes rolled into the back of their head at the same time. Those ‘Taker’ eyes were short-lived however, as both broken women staved off orgasm. Oh God, they weren’t even allowed to hammer their holes at any breakneck pace, yet they still had to fight off cumming.
Adorably looking to both feel and show support, Ember reached out and grabbed a hold of Asuka’s hand, the once inseparable dom-sub pair now holding hands as they bounced up and down these big girl dicks. That gesture from Ember caused the formerly fearsome undefeated stud to let out a soft whimper, as this image was no doubt deliciously symbolic of Asuka’s new role in life. Here she was, one in the same with this poor excuse of an opponent that she had easily and relentlessly sodomized more times she could count, both women working towards a common goal of battering their backside the best they could and pleasing their cruel Mistress in the process. The old Asuka would’ve been repulsed at the very insinuation that she’d ever be side by side, hand-in-hand with a fat assed fucktoy like Ember Moon. Hell, scratch that, the old Asuka would have found that claim to be so absurdly impossible that she would have 1) laughed in the face of whoever said it, 2) made Ember bend over and take a next-level anal pounding to prove them wrong, and 3) gone onto buttfuck the perpetrator of said-offending comment into oblivion. But she was decidedly and decisively no longer the ‘old Asuka’, or perhaps more accurately, she was no longer the convincing facade that she had presented in order to hide her true self, and therefore, her horror towards this newfound unity was slowly dissipating. The longer she felt her hand in Ember’s, the more she felt comfort and even affection towards her former whore, happy to have someone here offering her encouragement while she was still getting used to embracing what she was always meant to be.
If Ember hadn’t been so concentrated on violating her massive rear, she would’ve smiled over at her former top, more than glad to be of assistance to her. This was exactly why she ultimately couldn’t be too upset that her Empress was no more, as it didn’t signify the end of their relationship to each other, but rather just meant their relationship to each other would be redefined. Now they could still engage in sexual adventures together, but instead of Asuka pretending to be something she’s not, both women could know the joys Ember had been experiencing since the start of her WWE run. It was the perfect way for them to be reunited after the main roster life had made their schedules line up less and less, meaning Ember already had to adjust to a life where The Empress using her was already becoming all too rare of an occasion. Now, even though the longest reigning NXT Women’s Champ would never top her again, Ember was still excited to be by her side, showing that enthusiasm by lightly sliding her thumb over Asuka’s palm—a move that actually caused Asuka to lovingly and softly whisper The Shenom’s name.
Asuka and Ember weren’t the only ones enjoying themselves, as Eva and Zelina couldn’t help but share a smirk with each other too. Despite their cold demeanors, they’d both be lying if they said this display of solidarity between these two subs didn’t warm their hardened hearts. In fact, the sight was touching enough that Eva decided it was grounds to give her pet what she truly wanted.
“Awwww, how cute.” The conquering Californian condescendingly cooed. “Just look at both of you! Mmmm, two little bottoms, happy to show they know their place. How sweet! You know what, just for that, Ember, just for being such a good girl, go ahead and make yoursel—“
Out of nowhere, the locker room door swung open and a long overdue guest made her all-too-theatrical arrival.
“Heeeeeeyyyy!!!” Carmella shrilly greeted, flipping her newly-dyed brown hair. “Sorry for being so fashionably—and FABULOUS ly—late!”
Looking up at the rude interrupter, Eva wrinkled her nose, “Ew, brunette?! Who told you that was a good idea?”
“I did!” Carmella responded proudly, quickly slipping out of her singlet so she could find a way to join the festivities.
“Well, then you’re an idiot.” Eva bluntly snarled. “Did I give you fucking permission to dye your hair? I don’t think so, slut! And what are you doing taking your singlet off, anyway? Can’t you see that I have your spot filled?”
That last statement prompted Zelina to give a quick taunting wave to the Staten Islander, who responded with a murderous glare.
Immensely incensed at the thought of not getting involved, Carmella stammered, “But, but, but…” then pouted as she gave something in between a whine and a plea, “There has to be something I can doooo!”
Pondering, Eva quickly found a diabolical smile gracing her face as she thought of a perfectly wicked way to make The Shenom cum.
“Well, actually…” Eva grinned. “Put on the longest dildo you have in your locker. I know a way we can really make this fuckhole gape.”
“And what would that be?” The ‘Fabulous’ female asked, suspecting she knew the answer.
“Wow, you really are an idiot.” Eva teased. “We’re gonna doublefuck this big butt, obviously.”
Now it was Ember’s turn to have her eyes light up, the former NXT Women’s Champ shamelessly screaming, “OH GOD YES!!! OOOH PLEEEAASSEEE!!! PLEASE DOUBLE FUCK MY SKANK ASS!! MAKE ME YOUR COCKPOCKET!!! YOUR DOUBLE COCKPOCKET!!! MMM, FUCK, STICK TWO FUCKING BIG DICKS INSIDE MY BITCH HOLE! RUIN MY FILTHY LITTLE SHITPIPE SO GOOD THAT I CAN’T EVEN FUCKING SIT DOWN! PLEASE, MY RED QUEEN! I NEED IT!!”
“Shut your fucking trap, you dumb ho!” Eva snapped. “If I wanted to hear an annoying little bottom ramble on and on and on, then it would be someone who was a way better promo than you.”
If Ember had even a mild semblance of a backbone within her, she would object wildly to having her mic skills put down by Eva fucking Marie of all people, but her mind had now been molded so meticulously to comply with an Alpha’s orders that she simply remained tight lipped. Of course, it was hard for her to stay entirely silent once Carmella sashayed over to her wearing a big black behemoth only slightly shorter than the red rubber rocket around the fitness mogul’s waist, Ember savouring that unsavoury sight while letting out a loud squee of glee. And her anticipation didn’t stop there, the former transitional champion’s mouth literally watering as The Princess of Staten Island sat down next to All Red Everything, a predatory glint in her sparkling eyes.
“Uh, helloooooooo?” Carmella screeched after a few seconds of Ember just daydreaming. “Are we gonna get this ball rolling or what?! Ember, lift that fat ass up so I can fit this long thick dick up there.”
Somewhat annoyingly for the former Lakers Girl, Ember craned her neck back to get ‘Mistress Marie’s’ permission first. With a lethal evil glower, Eva took the opportunity to spit in the submissive RAW roster member’s bashful face, then chose to make The Shenom feel even more like a bag of rocks.
“Did she stutter?” The red haired hottie hissed.
“No, Mistress Marie.” Ember whimpered, then dutifully added. “Thank you, Mistress Marie.”
Eva knew that putting so much weight on the beddable brunette’s words probably wasn’t a wise decision in the long run, but when it motivated Ember to launch her loose caboose upwards it was hard for Eva to not see the upside of this whole thing. That move from this ideal sub caused Carmella to shift her positioning so that her sizable schlong was lined up with Ember’s anal orifice. Of course, most of the onus was on the ex-NXT Women’s Champ to align her abused booty with that cock, Moon moving her ass off of Eva’s large shaft entirely so she could place herself in a way where she was hovering right over these two toys. That momentary absence of red hot strap-on dildo inside her shit slit made the piddling fuck slut let out a wistful snivel, though those sorrowful groans were quite temporary as Ember soon lowered her cornfed ass down and experienced exceptional sensations far greater than anything that had come her way tonight, which was really saying something.
This wasn’t Ember’s first rodeo in the art form of whoredom known as double anal. Funnily enough, the formerly dominant Japanese woman right next to her had been responsible for providing her with that joy on more than one occasion, Asuka often selecting another bottom near Ember’s level to be her accomplice, letting Ember know the highs of riding both one of the (at the time) most dominant women in the business and one of the weakest butt bitches in existence. Right now, however, was even more fulfilling as instead of one of these cocks being attached to a nervous little sub who was just following The Empress’s orders, she was hopping up and down on dildos around the waists of real women who knew what they were doing—both of whom had triggered the fall of Asuka no less. True, the physical sensations swirling through her weren’t all that different, but the mental high was exponentially greater, as The War Goddess could feel the sheer confidence radiating from Carmella as opposed to the hesitation and discomfort given off by hapless butt sex junkies like Liv Morgan and Nikki Cross. The only way this whole ordeal could have been better is if Charlotte was in the Staten Islander’s place, as Ember had heard so many incredible things about the arrogant second generation Superstar, but had sadly never gotten to endure them firsthand, which was almost criminal for a woman this marvelously submissive. Still, though she may not be bouncing up and down the toys of the two absolute most dominant women in this industry, this was pretty close and pretty damn great.
Yet, one element of the double deep dickings Moon underwent in NXT (and RAW too, for that matter) that was sorely missing was an audience, the rest of the roster sitting in the locker room and adding to her pleasure, as they hurled insult after insult in her direction—as if half of them wouldn’t do the exact same thing if they were in Ember’s position.
Fortunately, it appeared at that moment Ember’s prayers were answered.
“Oh moi God! Look at thaaat!!!” The nails-on-a-chalkboard voice of Peyton Royce rang out in the room.
“Ember?” Billie Kay questioned with delight.
“Ember.” Peyton confirmed with a nod.
Eva raised her hand, trying to silence the two annoying Aussies so she could greet the peanut gallery filing into this locker room a.k.a all of the remaining personnel on the SmackDown women’s roster.
It sadly went ignored.
“Ember!” Billie squealed with excitement.
“Ember!!!” Royce rejoiced.
“Ember!!!” Billie shouted, jumping for joy.
“Embeeerr!!!!!!” Peyton screeched then finally managed to say something new. “Oi can’t believe this! We haven’t seen you in so long!”
“So long.” Kay reaffirmed.
“ Too long.” Peyton elaborated. “But you’re just as slutty as Oi remember…And that’s really slutty!”
“The sluttiest, even.” Billie chuckled.
“THE slu—“
“Hey! Shut your mouths.” Sonya Deville at long last interjected as she walked into the room with one hand balled into a fist and with the other hand held by her beloved girlfriend Mandy Rose, putting an end to this nauseatingly grating display and seeking to get in Eva’s good graces in the process. “Mistress Marie has something to say.”
“Aw, thank you, Not Mandy.” Eva replied dismissively, then scanned the room as she gleefully announced. “Now, everyone, say hello to the latest bitch in the All Red collection—Ember Moon!”’
While she was in a bit of a hazy state the longer she roughly ruined her rectal passage, those glorious words were not lost on her and caused her to softly squeak amidst her sea of deafening cries of mostly pleasure, “You really mean it?”
“Yep.” Eva responded nonchalantly, then added. “But just to make it official, how about you proclaim your new status as you make yourself cum?”
Not needing to be told twice, Ember upped the ante, ramping up her ramming and repeatedly screaming, “I’M YOUR BITCH! I AM YOUR BITCH! I, EMBER MOON, AM MISTRESS MARIE’S BITCH! I’M YOUR BITCH!! I AM YOUR BITCH!! I…AAAHHH FUUUUUUCCCKKKKK!!!!”
In what felt like a moment her whole life had been building towards, Ember was hit by the most powerful series of orgasms of her life, full stop. In spite of the extremely impressive arsenal The Shenom possessed while in between the ropes, times like these reminded her why she hadn’t evolved much beyond being a good hand, and why she never would evolve beyond that. At the end of the day, climaxes like these would always be infinitely more satisfying for her than any championship victory. Sure, the night she had managed to claim NXT’s top prize had made her feel proud and accomplished, but it couldn’t hold a candle to the exhilaration she got from this, Ember content to never achieve any career milestone again as long as she could be in the back getting her ass bashed in—preferably in a way just as depraved as the double anal she was taking currently. Although, the peak Ember hit via this extreme reaming was so overwhelming that, straight after the last bit of fluid had squirted its way out of Ember’s sopping sloppy cunt, the next level sub became unconscious, The Shenom all tuckered out from that anal abuse.
Unphased by Ember fading, the current SmackDown Alpha casually pushed Ember off of her cock and then made her way over to La Muneca, stroking the ecstasy-inducing weapon that had just exited Ember’s bum before pointedly prompting, “Well? Do you want to give the worthless has-been riding your cock that same two dick treat? Or are you too jealous that it isn’t you?”
“ Please .” Vega laughed Eva’s words off, though the sincerity was questionable. “You want to do this? Let’s do this.”
“Oh yeah?” Eva smirked before instructing. “In that case… Asuka! Slide that adorable booty of yours up—a.k.a the only part of you that has any worth. I want you to fit these two giant cocks up there and make yourself cum.”
Doing as she was told, Asuka timidly replied, “Yes, Mistress Marie, thank you Mistress Marie.”
The worn-down Joshi star made sure she was lining her opened anus up in a way that would ensure it would come down hard on both of these big dicks beneath her. Taking a deep breath, she instantly squealed, overwhelmed by the still fresh feeling of getting fucked by two toys at once. It had only been a few weeks since she had first endured this kind of practically inhumane anal banging and despite the fact that Eva had been doing a tip top job at keeping her backside stretched, this was still a lot for her to take on. Yet The Empress kept trucking on, fighting through any bit of discomfort that came from riding that duo of dildos so she could receive the same bliss Ember had been greeted with moments prior. Therefore, even though she was screaming like a banshee and feeling as if her precious little asshole was getting absolutely decimated, Asuka achieved supersonic speed atop that strap-on, her sweaty full-figured body becoming a blur as she briskly battered her booty.
As if she had stepped foot in a minefield, Asuka was suddenly set off, fluids flying out of her red hot slit like a set of rocky river rapids. She bucked wildly, shouting out an incoherent mess that echoed across the room, swearing, squealing, and desperately trying to find enough brain power to thank her beautiful mistress for this prestigious privilege. Fuck, this double anal pounding hadn’t even been anywhere near as intense as the one dished out a few weeks ago by Mistress Marie and Charlotte, but her being the one inflicting it on herself mixed with the fact she had already experienced three mind-bending climaxes that came her way made this incredible high truly overwhelming, The Empress of Tomorrow’s mind frying to mush every second she was lost in this bombastic orgasmic haze. Her deep coffee-colored eyes fluttered as her body shuddered, the once dignified fighter going limp the longer this frenzied flurry of a finale raged on. Just like Ember Moon before her, Asuka eventually found herself so overcome with ecstasy from cumming over and over again that she could no longer cling onto any semblance of consciousness, giving one last small girly gasp as she at long last passed out. And also just like Ember Moon before her, Eva simply smirked and knocked Asuka down, a disgusting pop echoing across the room once Asuka’s decimated asshole fell off of those rubber dicks.
Eva then took a second to huddle with her partners in crime in order to discuss the final display of their superiority. Truthfully, she had half a mind to bend both Carmella and Zelina over right then and there to give a true reminder of her place atop the pecking order but she figured these two temporary tops could serve as strong pawns in her plan if she kept them in the fold.
First, the topping trio did something fairly customary, i.e. show off the gaping backsides of their trophies. Unfortunately, these pets had tired themselves out so thoroughly that they couldn’t even be bothered to reach back and spread their cheeks to accentuate how loose their cabooses had become, but that was ultimately unnecessary anyhow as both braindead bitches were sporting craters wide enough they could be mistaken for The Grand Canyon. Still, Eva and her poser cronies were ever the showwomen and thus worked to lift both limp bodies. Mistress Marie helped lucky little Zelina hoist the obliterated Empress up in the air while simultaneously aiding her Staten Island ally in showing off The Shenom. Both of those enormous ruined bottoms’ enormous ruined bottoms were now on full display to this salivating audience, a slow stream of thunderous applause gradually raining down upon the room, these shameless little bottoms whooping and hollering as they adored All Red Everything’s handiwork.
There was only one dissenting voice, as an annoying grating chuckle sliced through all the adulation.
With a venomous glare quickly striking Eva’s striking face, the SmackDown Alpha turned to the perpetrator of this disrespectful derision, tilting her head as she hissed, “Do you have something you’d like to share with the whole class?”
“Oh, Eva.” Charlotte continued laughing. “Maybe you shouldn’t have gone after all the big names at once, sweetie. I mean, Ember Moon?! You’ve got to be kidding me? Who could actually be impressed by that?!”
“Mmm, you clearly don’t know what I have in store here.” Eva cryptically cooed, before dropping both The Empress and The Shenom and beckoning, “Becky! Toni! I know you’re just mindless fuckpets but you should know by now what to do when there’s a bunch of perfectly good dicks tainted with other sluts’ butt cream! So, get to it. Now! Fire Crotch, you can clean Carmella’s cock. Fat Ass, you get Zelina’s.”
“Oh yes, Mistress Marie. Thank you, Mistress Marie!” Becky “Fire Crotch” Lynch gratefully yipped, maintaining her grip on her loosened arse as she maneuvered her way over to The Princess of Staten Island, eliciting uproarious laughter from her onlookers.
“Yes, Mistress Marie. Thank you, Mistress Marie.” Toni “Fat Ass” Storm dutifully replied before following in her fellow sub’s footsteps, warranting more hysterics from the crowd.
While that kind of degradation was what she lived for, Miss Thunder Thighs from Down Under couldn’t help but be disappointed that she was saddled with La Muneca for this occasion. Sure, the associate of El Idolo oozed sex appeal, but domming wasn’t her domain. Not truly. And therefore, Storm wasn’t treated to the next level skullfucking Lynch was getting right now at the hands of the Fabulous brunette. Instead, Toni’s temporary top seemed perfectly content to watch the Mae Young Classic winner put all the work into deepthroating that dildo. Granted, the golden haired grappler had extensive experience doing this, but it would have been nice to get roughed up like a piece of meat. Although, she couldn’t complain too much, not when she was getting to gobble down Asuka’s booty cream. Mmm, she had gotten the privilege to rim The Empress of Tomorrow a few times, prepping the Joshi’s made-to-fuck asshole for their Red Queen, but her expert tongue hadn’t yet managed to get as deep as Vega’s cock had, meaning the inaugural PROGRESS Women’s Champion was now getting the opportunity to taste the most forbidden part of Asuka’s bowels. Plus, there was still something to be said for the visual of this tiny top towering over her, even if Zelina wasn’t doing everything she could to humiliate the hot blonde.
Besides, Toni at least had the honor of participating in the proceedings. Poor Paige had gotten the cold shoulder from Mistress Marie, the nubile narcissist neglecting the Norwich native. Sadly, the Glampire was all too familiar with this kind of treatment, as popular “pretty girls” like Eva had been shunning her for her entire life. The main difference now was in how Paige reacted to it. Way back when, she wouldn’t have cared (or, perhaps more accurately, would have pretended not to care) if some uppity cunt wasn’t giving her the time of day. But now? Paige was a total wreck, whimpering like a scolded puppy as she watched her fellow bottoms get the chance to savour the flavor of two freshly used rectum wreckers, wondering why she hadn’t been called upon when there was still a filthy fuckstick around Mistress Marie’s. Whatever the reason, it forced the ‘Anti-Diva’ (ha! What a joke that old nickname was) to pine for taking Toni’s spot, or even moreso, Becky’s.
In addition to getting to sample a brand new booty in the conquering Concordian’s collection, the docile Dubliner was treated to some truly devastating dirty talk, courteous of ‘The Hottest Chick In The Ring”.
“Take it, bitch! Take it, take it, take it!” Carmella screeched in her signature hideously ear-piercing way. “I own yoouuuu!!”
It was then that a swift punch in the arm from Eva reminded The Princess of Staten Island that she, in fact, did not own Becky.
“Owww, okay, okay, fine, yeesh .” Carmella sighed. “Mistress Marie owns you. But I have part-time custody.”
Looking over to the SmackDown Alpha, Carmella was met with a grumble from Mistress Marie, “I’ll allow it.”
“Yay!” The former hairdresser hollered. “Oh, isn’t this fun, Becky? Us “eye-candy” Superstars you love to demonize, us girls who didn’t waste ten-plus years of our precious time getting hurt in high school gyms in front of an audience of, like, twelve neckbeards—we run the fucking show now! Capeesh? You can try to have all the five star fucking matches you want—you’re still just holes for us to use! To use and fuck and abuse and, awhhh fuck, just do whatever we want with! Right, Miss “The Man”? Ohhh, listen to you! Mmmhmmm, listen to you choke! That’s what you do best, isn’t it, Becky? Choke! Mmm, fuck yeah, all of you stupid bitches just fucking choke when you have to step up to the real women on this roster! The moneymakers! The ones who actually put butts in seats, haaa, ohhhh, yeah you do! Yeah you do! All of you are gonna fucking bow down to your fucking Red Queen and The Princess of Staten Island! All of youuuu!!!”
“All of you.” Eva smirked with a pointed glance in Flair’s direction, which just prompted another enraging cackle from the second generation Superstar.
It also prompted another pitiable bellow from Paige, as the brittle belittled Brit bitterly wished to scream ‘Not all of us!’ Here she was, clearly recognizing her place as human garbage who only existed to give superior women something to stick their hard rubber dicks in, and yet these doms were looking right past her. Whose dick did she have to suck to suck a dick around here?!
Noticing pathetic Paige’s sorrow, Carmella quipped, “Wow, Paige. I can’t believe it. My little speech was so inspirational that you’re crying.”
“Oh, your speech was definitely inspirational, but we both know why this British bitch is actually crying.” Eva scoffed. “She’s not getting to hoover my cock! Well, I’m sorry about your luck, Paige, but I found someone else more equipped for that job this evening. You might want to turn around for this one, ‘Anti-Diva’.”
Eva swiftly snapped her fingers and into the locker room walked a visitor that caused a series of audible gasps from this audience.
“Th-that’s—“ Billie started.
“Shhh!!” Sonya hissed.
“AJ?!” Paige screamed out in disbelief as she finally registered her old frenemy standing in the doorway.
Sure enough, there was the beloved Geek Goddess, looking nothing like her old self. Well, ok, she was still clad in a cut-up black top with an insignia of a green-and-pink spider web, as well as her signature daisy-dukes and her Chuck Taylors. But looking beyond that, her demeanor was near unrecognizable. While she came up to around 5’2”, AJ Lee had always held her head high, skipping around each and every arena she entered with all of the confidence in the world. However, at the present moment, the New Jersey native looked every bit the scared little girl her height indicated, wringing her hands together and nervously biting her lip as she was greeted with a sea of judgemental and anticipatory eyes watching her every move.
The long and hard fall of AJ Lee had been fairly well-documented at this point, with juicy devastating detail after juicy devastating detail being spread all across the roster, but aside from Naomi, Paige, and of course Eva, no one in this locker room had bore witness to this cataclysmic collapse of character, everyone surprised and excited to see this generally well-respected veteran debase herself in front of her betters. Swallowing hard, AJ wordlessly wandered further into the locker room, taking meek mousy steps as she approached Mistress Marie. It had been a while since she had put her submission on full display like this, and despite the fact that she had given up on getting any revenge long ago, it seemingly never got easier for her to show her shameful devotion to this reality TV wannabe. But, at the same time, she was painfully aware everyone was waiting.
Prodding her pristine pet, the Queen of Botchamania ordered, “If it wasn’t obvious, then strip out of those hideous clothes and suck my cock, you fucking dork.”
Although she blushed as red as her tormentor’s hair, AJ barely hesitated to comply, tossing off her top and bra before pulling her sinfully short shorts down to reveal the ridiculously skimpy cherry-colored thong she slipped on everyday to prove her dedication to her owner. Far from oblivious to her finest asset, AJ twirled around, showing her audience her scrumptious rump and the large tattoos that further illustrated her downfall— ALL on her supple left cheek and RED on her supple right in dazzling ruby lettering. Then, as if she needed to make it any clearer that she was the personal property of this stuck-up fitness model, Lee removed her revealing thong and allowed everyone in the room to get a glimpse of the shiny cerise ring sticking out of her rectum, showing that she kept her plump rear plugged as a permanent reminder of her place in the pecking order.
Pretty sure she had done everything in her power to show she had no power, AJ was more than ready to suck this faux phallus like the greedy ass-to-mouth skank she embarrassingly was, dropping down to her knees and glancing up at the dominant diva with her signature lingering thousand-yard stare.
“Yes, Mistress Marie.” The 3x Divas Champ softly responded at long last.
From there, AJ wrapped her lips around the tip of that dildo, loudly moaning as she gobbled down this divine mixture of both Ember Moon’s and Asuka’s anal juices. It was funny. She had been extremely grateful to know she had inspired so many within this next generation, but she hadn’t fully realized how deep that inspiration went. Not only had she paved the way for the women to focus on their workrate like her, but she had paved the way for the women to bend over for inferior in-ring talent like her as well. Although, to be fair, there were other greats that had come before her who were responsible for this dichotomy, AJ’s mind flooding with stories of Trish Stratus along with her absolute idol Lita becoming nothing more than voluptuous vessels for Candice Michelle’s monster schlong. And hell, she had gotten to see Maryse absolutely obliterate Alicia Fox’s bubble butt firsthand. Still, she couldn’t help but feel she had set a precedent in some way as she wasn’t sure if any other woman had gone as far as her to cement her status as a walking talking fleshlight for women who had no business being in this business, AJ hoping she was proving that now as she never took her eyes off of her All Red mistress throughout the course of this sword-swallowing. Missing from this crazy stare was the typically sinister tint. Instead, there were hints of longing, guilt, and most of all, infatuation present in those dark brown saucers.
Well, truthfully, AJ’s eyes weren’t on Eva the entiretime. Once Mistress Marie grabbed AJ’s mop of brunette hair and began slamming her strap-on in and out of AJ’s gullet like it was a cheap whore’s cunt, the petite New Jerseyan scrunched up her cute little face and started choking like a chain smoker, her gag reflex going into overdrive. Fortunately, that oral assault from All Red Everything seemed to spur Zelina to finally throatfuck Toni, meaning that all three of these in-ring stalwarts were getting the treatment they so richly deserved. Ah, this took AJ back, the woman once known as the longest reigning Divas Champion remembering the days when Eva and The Bella Twins would pound the faces of herself, Paige, Emma, and even Kaitlyn into oblivion with the rest of the locker room looking on and offering their ‘support’.
The more things change…
“Welcome back, AJ!” Naomi shouted with a loud cackle. “Glad to see you’re still the same ho who got her ass laughed out of this company!”
“Oi—Oi can’t believe it!” Peyton dropped her jaw, completely gobsmacked. “And people call her iconic?!”
“Roight? Imagine acting like you did some great service to women’s wrestling only to be as big a whore as Toni Storm and Becky Lynch!” Billie squealed with a disgusting guffaw.
“Imagine!” Peyton parroted, joining her partner in the laughter.
“God, I can’t believe I have to share a homestate with you.” Sonya scoffed at the submissive ‘Geek Goddess’. “Bitches like you sicken me.”
“I’m sorry, but what?! It’s not like you’re any better!” Lana pointed out, causing the rest of the women in the room, including Mandy, to laugh at the sulking Jersey Devil.
However, all of that bubbling joy was once again squashed by an unruly Queen, Charlotte snarkily interjecting, “ Yawn . I have to say, Eva, I really expected more from you. So you managed to bring back a quote-unquote Alpha who everyone already knew had regressed back into being a brainless fuckdoll? Big whoop. But you’re going to have to have a hell of a lot more left in your tank if you want to have even a snowball’s chance in hell at beating me.”
Unfortunately for this member of wrestling royalty, it was her turn to feel her blood boil as Eva simply laughed off this latest bait from her biggest challenger. Charlotte could run her mouth all she liked—All Red Everything had little doubt she would fold like the rest of the mighty wrestlers who deluded themselves into thinking they had half a shot against her.
Despite herself, AJ couldn’t help but let out a giggle of her own. She remembered those days. The denial stage. God, when she closed her eyes, it felt like yesterday that she was just like Charlotte, standing adorably defiant in the face of this talentless model while she still hopelessly, hilariously insisted she was a top as she was made to bend over for The Red Queen for the very first time…
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