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Sasha Banks. The Blueprint. The Standard. The Legit Boss. Untouchable in the ring and just as overwhelming and powerful out of it. No one compared to her and the Smackdown women’s champion knew it.

The problem was, she was the only one who seemed to know it.

Sasha had been cursed with an up and down career with plenty of high peaks, inevitably followed by swift and devastating lows. Hell, she’d only managed to complete a successful main roster title defense for the first time a couple of months ago. Consequently, she felt she didn’t and never had been able to garner the same respect that her similarly talented peers had. Take the other members of the 4 Horsewomen that had taken women’s wrestling by storm several years ago.

No one would dare speak ill of Charlotte Flair. The statuesque blonde commanded respect, quite literally in many cases and was an Alpha female in every sense of the word. She was a physical marvel and a fearsome warrior who refused to take a back step to anybody. Sasha herself had been on the receiving end of Charlotte’s wrath many a time. Of course, in the ring they’d always been competitive and Sasha had even managed to get a few big wins over the Queen but when it mattered most, she always seemed to come up short and consequently out of the ring, their record was far more one sided with Sasha’s booty having been wrecked by the blonde more times than she cared to remember. She wasn’t alone in that fate but it stung nonetheless.

Then there was Becky Lynch. The Man. God, how Sasha hated her. There’d been a time when she was nothing more than Becky Buttslut behind the scenes. Sasha herself had partook in many a fun night with the redhead bottoming out hard for her. Then Becky had started getting ideas above her station. Sasha, among others had done her best to put an end to that. It hadn’t gone well and before anyone knew what had happened, Becky was a megastar with a mega ego and a mega large strap on that tamed many a challenger to the Lass Kicker. Sure, she’d been away a while after leaving to have her baby but that reign of terror was still indelibly imprinted in the minds of everyone backstage who’d been around to witness it.

Even fucking Bayley got more respect than Sasha these days. Cute little Bayley. As one of Sasha’s closest friends, they’d got on great for quite some time despite an occasionally rocky relationship in the past. Best of all, Sasha had enjoyed having near exclusive access to one of the juiciest butts in the business throughout the majority of their time together. She’d even let Bayley hog the public spotlight because behind the scenes, she knew she was the one in command. However, now Bayley had abandoned her and chose to make a name for herself as a solo badass; betraying Sasha in the process. Sure, Banks had got her revenge in the ring but somehow people still looked at Bayley with fear and admiration that eluded the Boss. It was maddening. Bayley even had the audacity to think she was a top now despite not even having the guts to take down someone on her own show of Smackdown, instead deluding herself by sneaking off to visit their old stomping ground of NXT and preying on a bunch of rookies that she knew she could bully into submission.

Even after beating her up in the ring twice, Sasha still held onto some lingering anger towards her former tag team partner that she fully intended to unleash soon but more than that Sasha just missed the brunette. Missed her as a friend. Missed her as an ally. Missed having that big, beautiful ass to slam as the shameless bottom squirmed and screamed and wriggled on the end of her strap on.

Instead, she felt alone. Sasha was the champion but the top of the mountain was a lonely place. Worse still, she didn’t even have the comfort of a whole host of bottoms to serve her because despite having the belt, half the roster just flat out refused to submit to her and demanded she beat them in the ring first. It was yet another example of the unjust disrespect Banks had to endure. Sasha fully intended to rectify the situation soon but it was going to be a lot of work and highly risky. She had to wait for the right opportunity to present itself and that opportunity had yet to come. As a result, her current harem of sluts extended to Liv Morgan and Ruby Riott. That was it.

And it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t that Liv and Ruby weren’t excellent bottoms and huge anal sluts but Sasha had an obscenely voracious sexual appetite. That had even gone for her bottoming days when she practically needed to be stuffed every morning just to get her up and active and then again at regular intervals to get her through the day. Thankfully, she was good at begging and had always been blessed with impressive and dominant tops that could keep up with her needs. Indeed, Sasha would often secretly long for a return to those days. In quiet moments alone, her mind would betray her and start wandering.

She’d be right back trapped under Charlotte getting pounded so hard that her mind went blank, overwhelmed by the Queen’s raw, untamed dominance. Sasha would practically be able to feel the grip of those powerful hands as Charlotte’s fingers dug into her hips, using the inferior woman as a fucktoy to be abused for her pleasure. She didn’t care about Sasha or her wellbeing. She cared about impaling her outrageously long and thick dildo as far as she could into the other woman’s bowels.

Other times Sasha would recall Asuka. The Empress didn’t possess quite as much physical strength as the Queen but she more than made up for it with technical skill and psychological warfare. For someone who preferred to let her in ring work do the talking when on camera, the Japanese born star didn’t half start to chirp up when she was fucking a woman backstage. She was always more confident in her words when she knew for a fact that there was nothing that could be done to resist her. In her moments of weakness, Sasha would hear echoes of the heavily accented taunts Asuka would dole out.

“Take it like the big slut you are Sasha…you weren’t ready for Asuka but you seem much more ready for Asuka’s cock. How embarrassing…Sasha Banks…better at being a filthy whore than wrestling.”

Asuka was right of course, making it so much worse. Those memories tormented Sasha even today because deep down she knew that not much had changed since the time those word had first been spoken. The only real difference was her championship belt meant the Boss didn’t have to bend over and spread her cheeks for anyone.

Not that Sasha particularly cared about that because Banks’ nymphomania didn’t only flow one way. She was as much a whore for dominating women as she was for submitting to them. All Sasha had to do was start topping and she’d forget her love for taking dick, losing herself to the alternative pleasures of ramming and gaping the assholes of inferior women, becoming equally obsessed with the thrill of breaking down the mental barriers of her prey and turning them into shameless anal addicts who would do anything to get their next fix.

That was the tragedy of Sasha Banks. Most of the women of WWE had defined roles. They knew what they preferred. Sure, sometimes a former bottom would go on a run for a while but they almost always ended up back where they started. Occasionally, a top would find themselves at the mercy of another more dominant than they and be embarrassed, even often finding a regrettable pleasure in being on the receiving end for a change. It was always fun to witness but the natural order would usually reassert itself eventually.

Sasha was the rare exception, an enigma that genuinely loved both sides of the coin near enough equally. It was probably why she couldn’t ever string together a really impressive series of wins or suffer too many losses in a row. When she won too much and became too much of a dominant force, her ass would start itching for a big cock to fill it which was a distraction and mental drain that contributed to her defeats. But when she lost too much, the Boss would begin to pine for the days of topping women and her focus and determination would be greater than ever. She was rather amusingly, somewhat of a switch both in and out of the ring. Well, others would find it amusing. Sasha just found it rage inducing.

See, she didn’t want to be a switch, yo-yoing up and down the ranks of wrestlers without ever finding a place to settle down. Sasha wished longingly for the days when she’d be the undisputed Alpha of WWE, the days when every woman on the roster would look at her with that mix of fear and lust reserved for the most dominant of tops. It was quite the allure and just as regularly as she’d dream of her past defeats, Sasha would find herself dreaming of a victorious future while her fingers drifted down to her inevitably soaked pussy and started pumping.

Those particular dreams had been coming more frequently of late, most likely because they were more obtainable. The Smackdown women’s roster was pretty weak at the moment and as champion, Sasha was in perfect position to truly conquer one half of the company. Well, it was only one half if you didn’t count NXT and unlike Bayley, Sasha still viewed the former developmental brand and the women that inhabited it as beneath her. If she could only take full control of Smackdown, she’d have a solid base to build on and take down the strong women of Raw, the Charlotte’s and Asuka’s of the world…maybe Becky would even return in time for Sasha to take her ass once again. That would be the ultimate prize.

Sitting alone in the locker room one Friday afternoon, Banks found those dreams of dominance overwhelming her as they often did. She sighed happily and found a nice, quiet corner to settle down in. She took out her phone and fired off a quick message to Ruby and Liv, telling them to come and find her because the way Sasha’s cunt was dripping promised that she was about to go into one of her lustful crazes where she would simply have to cum over and over again to get the horniness out of her system. That was important since she had a big match tonight against Carmella and she wanted to be in top shape for it, undistracted by her stupidly huge sex drive.

After sending the message, she set her phone down next to her and yanked her outfit off as quickly as she could. For the past few minutes, it had felt as though every item of clothing she had on was choking Banks’ freedom, dampening her libido and she hated it. Now naked, the Smackdown champ felt far better as she buried her fingers in her twat. She didn’t stand on ceremony, instantly slipping two fingers inside her throbbing sex and moaning in satisfaction. Her eyes shut and her mind drifted back to pick up where it had left off; with Sasha as the Alpha female of the entire WWE.

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In her daydream, Sasha was standing in the middle of the same women’s locker room she sat in right now. Only in her dream, the whole roster was present with her, all naked and exhausted from the relentless ass whooping and anal destruction that the insatiable Banks had been handing out.

Alexa Bliss was bent over a nearby bench, her bubble butt on full display, red and sore from Sasha’s spanks and even more so from the fucking. Slumped next to her was Nikki Cross, the former tag team champions reunited. Nikki had drool running down her chin. Sasha had brutally pounded the brunette’s mouth with her strap on, ensuring Nikki had been given more than an ample taste of the depths of Alexa’s booty. The facefucking and taste of her partners bowels had ultimately overwhelmed Cross and sent the Scot into a near catatonic state.

Looking around, Sasha spied plenty more glorious mayhem.

Lana and Peyton Royce were laying on their backs next to each other, legs spread and mouths open as they simultaneously thrust handheld dildos between their butt cheeks, plundering their own asses as they moaned and looked over at Sasha, begging her to come and anally obliterate them properly.

Lacey Evans was similarly pleasuring herself but instead of using her hands, she’d elected for the more ladylike way of doing things as she squatted and bounced up and down on her dildo ferociously. Sasha grinned as Lacey sought to maintain her composure throughout, failing miserably as just a cursory glance at the naked form of the Standard of the WWE was enough to have her pussy spraying juices all over the place like a leaky fountain.

Everywhere she looked, Sasha was greeted by fantastic sights. No matter where, no matter what the target of her gaze was doing to prepare themselves for her, they looked right back at the Boss, pleading for Sasha to come and satisfy them. Sasha took her time as she stood in the center of the room though. This was her dream. She knew she was in control. She was the one who owned every single woman in here. They were there to please her and for now, watching was pleasure enough. However, in the end she simply had to take a more active role and it was the one who presented the correct hole to her Mistress that got Banks’ attention and inspired her into action.

Naomi’s giant butt was gaping as the athletic superstar quivered on her hands and knees, ass high in the air and hands spreading her fat cheeks nice and wide, the loose muscles of her asshole winking delightfully as Naomi frantically flexed her cheeks in an attempt to get Sasha to take notice of her. Mission accomplished. Sasha wanted nothing more than to strap up and pulverize that ravishing backside but she restrained herself. Sometimes, delaying the option of instant gratification could bring more pleasure down the line and there were so many things to do with an ass that pretty.

One bimbo is great but two rarely hurts so at Sasha’s demand, Mandy Rose was summoned to bury her face in that ebony deliciousness. Sasha stood behind a kneeling Rose, foot on the back of the blonde’s head, forcing the Golden Goddess to plunge her tongue further and further into Naomi’s asshole. “Bury your fucking tongue in there and get her ready for me!” Sasha yelled, “I want to hear that whore scream.”

Suitably encouraged, Mandy’s tongue punched its way forcefully inside Naomi’s back door which caused her to start shaking, moaning and groaning with increasing volume. Sasha enjoyed seeing Mandy try to satisfy her by frantically wriggling her moist muscle up against Naomi’s back door. However, as much fun as the Golden Goddesses enthusiasm was to watch, Sasha knew she could do a better job.

“You call that a tongue fucking? Jesus, I’d expect better considering how much practice you’ve had. Let the Boss show you how it’s done!”

She twisted her hand in Mandy’s golden locks and hauled the useless slut away before crouching down behind Naomi and snapping at the helpless woman, “You’d better keep that ass spread for me bitch!”

Naomi did just that as Banks slammed her face violently in between those voluptuous buttocks. Thankfully, her precious features had a soft landing spot in the form of Naomi’s luscious and bouncy cheeks. It may have been slightly embarrassing for other tops to show such an appetite for eating ass. Most used it sparingly just to ensure the subsequent butt fucking was more effective, not wanting to seem too submissive by lowering their mouths to truly pleasure their victims back door. For the switch that was Sasha Banks though, no such qualms existed. She loved devouring a tasty butt, getting up close and personal with another’s most sacred of holes and didn’t shy away from that love, whether on top or bottom. Honestly, Sasha viewed her willingness to indulge in one of her favorite pastimes as an advantage because a good rim job could absolutely be a vital weapon of domination if you knew how to do it well which the Boss most definitely did. When Sasha prepared a butthole for her strap on, she laid ownership to the receiving woman’s ass with her tongue, making them lose all control and yearn for more substantial fare in the form of a nice big cock that Sasha would later happily provide.

Laying ownership was exactly what she was planning to do to Naomi’s gorgeous rump with her current attentions. Sasha teased Naomi early on as she gripped tightly onto the upper thighs of the former champion and steadfastly refused to stick out her tongue, instead just inhaling the scent emanating from the whimpering woman’s ass. Sasha had her face so deep into Naomi’s derriere however that she was able torment her by brushing the tip of her nose against the puckered hole, grinding her face happily against the twitching pink ring. It had the exact intended effect as Naomi shook that colossal booty violently as she tried to force her butthole closer to Sasha’s face, looking for something, anything to puncture inside her agitated and greedy anal entrance and satisfy her cravings. Sasha made her wait though. She was in control and Naomi wouldn’t be getting any satisfaction until she decided it was time.

Sasha began giving Naomi’s rear even more reason to shake as she gave some almighty swats to those ample cheeks. She chuckled as those giant globes vibrated and smacked against her own cheeks, hers being of the facial variety of course. That chuckle blew hot air into the anus of Naomi who was pushed to her limit and instead of her subdued moans and whimpers, began to squeal and beg at the top of her lungs.

“OOOOOHHHH FUUUUCKKKK! PLEASE TONGUE FUCK ME MISTRESS SASHA! I NEED IT SO BAD!!”

Enjoying the fact that she’d utterly destroyed the self-control of the dark skinned superstar in moments, Sasha rewarded herself and Naomi for some top tier begging by giving the disgraced bottom what she so shamelessly solicited with her squeals. The Boss grabbed both halves of Naomi’s gargantuan booty and spread her cheeks even wider. She pulled back just a little so that she could get a one last look at the butt she was about to ravage.

“Mhmm…such a pretty asshole…” She murmured, tongue worming its way around her own lips, wetting them in anticipation of where they’d be pressed in a matter of moments.

Those few moments passed by as Sasha remained enraptured by the sight of Naomi’s little O-ring as it cringed and convulsed while its owner eagerly waited for Sasha to follow through and pierce it. The seconds just before penetration were always some of Sasha’s favorites. Both participants knowing that they were about to indulge in a moment of pure ecstasy. Both knowing exactly who was in control. Who could decide when to act, how much pleasure to give. It was perfection.

Those seconds couldn’t last forever though and Sasha didn’t hold out for any longer than necessary to accentuate her authority before she rammed her face back into Naomi’s ass with tongue outstretched. Initially, she just lapped forcefully around the gateway of her prey’s backdoor, swirling her tongue around in increasingly smaller circles as she honed in on her ultimate destination. Once she reached that promised land however, Banks wasted no time at all in breaking through the woefully inadequate defenses of Naomi’s loose and slutty asshole in order to punch her slick and oh so keen tongue inside that appetizing booty.

Upon that moment of penetration, Sasha listened for the loud and satisfied squeal from her African American compatriot. Right then, that and their total joy and contentment with proceedings was about all they had in common. Sasha was dominant and in control with her tongue twirling around gleefully inside Naomi’s butt while the other woman was submissive, losing control and with a tongue lolling uselessly from her mouth as she panted and moaned wildly.

They spent some time in that varying degrees of that state as Sasha gave Naomi the best tongue fucking of her life. The Boss knew exactly how to tease and toy with a woman’s asshole and did that to the best of abilities. Once Naomi’s anal walls were absolutely lathered with Sasha’s saliva and the Boss’s taste buds similarly soaked in the taste of the depths Naomi’s ass, Sasha finally pulled herself free.

She knew that Naomi was suitably softened up and her already well used back door was now thoroughly prepped for more meaningful penetration. While Sasha could have sent for her strap on, she decided to go with something a little more hands on in this case.

Sasha took some time to study her recent efforts as spit dribbled from the asshole of the moaning and conquered bitch that she’d just owned before she slipped one, then two, then three fingers into the rectum of the ebony wrestler, ensuring that even the famously loose asshole of the bootylicious bottom was forced to stretch and accommodate her. Then she began driving those fingers rapidly back and forth. That got the reaction she was looking for as Naomi began to squeal and writhe very pleasingly, not having been expecting such a quick return to proceedings.

Equally pleasing was how her victim kept those thick chocolate cheeks spread just as Sasha had ordered, allowing the lighter skinned black woman unrestricted access to her anus. Not beyond complimenting a job well done, Sasha grunted her appreciation as she picked up the pace. “That’s perfect! Keep it up! You’re loving this aren’t you slut?”

Naomi was flat out screaming by now. “OH MY GOD YESSSSS! I LOVE IT MISTRESS SASHA! I LOVE BEING YOUR SLUTTY LITTLE BITCH! WE ALL DO! YOU’RE SUCH A FUCKING ALPHA.”

Sure, the dialogue was a little clumsy; this was just Sasha’s fantasy after all but it was doing the job for the real-world Sasha who moaned as she too managed to fit three fingers inside herself, albeit in her vagina not her anus. Feeling herself well on the way to climax, Sasha mentally fast forwarded past the bit where Naomi orgasmed with Sasha’s whole fist inside her and moved onto her next target.

This time it was a far more fearsome opponent humbled by the Boss. The sexual demoness that was Sasha Banks was irresistible as grabbed hold of the multicolored locks of Asuka and roughly yanked the Asian wrestler over to the same bench Alexa was draped over. Sasha didn’t hesitate to quite literally kick the blonde off her perch as Alexa landed on her abused bottom with a yelp. Sasha didn’t care. She had more important things in mind. Namely forcing Asuka to bend across her knee and stick her juicy ass up for Sasha to smack.

Which she did, spanking that butt until Sasha’s own arm felt like it was going to fall off. By the time she was done, Asuka didn’t even faintly resemble the resolute Empress that had terrorized the women of the WWE for years. She was nothing but a wailing, crying mess that begged Sasha Banks for mercy.

The loudest moan yet escaped the lips of real-life Sasha as fantasy Sasha mocked the sobbing Asuka.

“Not so tough now, are we?” Sasha barked. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous today so you get some pleasure with your pain.”

She snapped her fingers and over crawled Carmella, holding Banks’ strap on in her mouth like a dog with a bone. And it was like a dog that Sasha treated the Princess of Staten Island, gently patting her head appreciatively before taking the offered present and stepping into the harness; preparing to give Asuka’s ass the fucking of a lifetime.

That was when the door to the locker room opened. The fantasy locker room that is. Sasha heard it, looked around and in walked Becky Lynch.

The Man was back.

Sasha grinned and got to her feet to face off with the redhead, enjoying the stunned look on the face of the Irishwoman. Asuka was just an afterthought now and was left moaning uselessly as her ass was denied the fucking she had been not so secretly desiring.

“Welcome back Becky, like what I’ve done with the place?” Sasha gestured around to the sexual carnage she’d left in her wake.

“What the…fuck?” Becky muttered softly as she took in the scene.

“That’s right.” Sasha grinned evilly. “I’m the Alpha female of the WWE now and what I say goes…so you be a good girl for me ok? Turn around and show me that oh so fuckable ass of yours. I’ve got a few scores to settle with it.”

Becky looked at Sasha, momentarily appearing very nervous with her beautiful face twisted in fear. Sasha took a step forward, advancing on her prey. This was it. This was her moment.

Then out of nowhere, Becky lost that fearful look, gave a trademark smug smirk right back at the Boss and took a step forward of her own so they were face to face, noses practically touching. “Oh yeah and how exactly are ya planning to fuck my arse, may I ask Sasha?”

Sasha shot back instantly refusing to let Becky get in her head, “I’m going to bend you over, shove my big fucking cock up that slutty shitpipe and fuck you so good that you’re begging me to cum!”

Becky shrugged and tilted her head with a look of amusement. “And uhh…what ‘big fucking cock’ would that be?”

Confused, Sasha glanced down and gasped. Her strap on had disappeared. She looked back up at Becky. “What the fuck have you done?!” She angrily yelled.

“Temper temper Sasha,” Becky chuckled. “Your cheeks are going as red as your arse will be after I fuck it with my big…fucking…cock…” She really put everything into those last three words, that unreasonably sexy Irish accent on full display as she sized up Sasha dismissively.

Sasha looked down again. Her strap on! It was suddenly fastened around Becky’s waist instead and looking incredibly intimidating as it became obvious the Lass Kicker’s swagger had well and truly returned with her. The Boss tried to back up and run but Becky was quicker, reaching out and snagging a fistful of blue hair.

“Woah there, I don’t think so Sasha. I’m not done with you yet.”

Becky dragged Sasha to her knees. Banks felt powerless to resist. She hated Becky but unfortunately, she loved how Becky was making her feel right now. The redhead just effortlessly took command of their entire encounter as she used that hand tangled in Sasha’s hair to force the Boss to stare up at her.

“You’re a fucking useless little cunt aren’t ya Banksy.” It may have been phrased like one but that was no question from Lynch, it was a statement. “I don’t know what the fuck the rest of these girls were up to letting you become the Alpha but that’s fine because I’m here now to put you back in your place.”

Becky took her eyes off Sasha then, not even deeming her worthy of the Man’s gaze. She yelled to the rest of the locker room, “That’s right, this whole division is mine again and every single one of you is gonna remember that the Man is not to be messed with.”

“Becky…please…” Sasha pleaded. She knew right then that she was lost, sounding like a total loser bottom. Becky recognized Sasha’s own embarrassment at her pathetic lack of fight and laughed uproariously.

“Oh Sasha, no need to beg or worry about being left out. I’ve got some very special plans for you, ya big dope. See, I don’t appreciate the way you tried to treat me just now and I think it’s about damn time that you got a taste of your own medicine.”

Sasha whimpered as Becky grinned down at her. As always, Lynch walked the perfect line of confidence and arrogance and in doing so made Sasha wetter than she had any right to be as she listened in dismay to her next instructions from the Dubliner. “Now, I recommend that you show me that the old slutty Sasha Banks is still in there somewhere and get to sucking my cock like a good bitch or I’ll have to shove it up your arse dry and we both know you don’t want that.”

Stammering, Banks briefly tried to deny Becky, “B…Bu…I…am…the Alpha…” She moaned softly, trying to remember the world of thirty seconds ago when she’d been on top.

“Don’t kid yourself Sasha, I’m the fucking Alpha here and you know it. Now get the fuck on with sucking my cock or I’ll spank your arse so red that you won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

Becky chuckled happily and tugged on Sasha’s hair, bringing the Boss into direct contact with the strap on as it smacked into her cheek. It looked huge. Scratch that. It was huge. Sasha even knew exactly how huge given it was her own favorite bitch tamer that she had been using to devastating effect for years. Matching Sasha’s hair, its bright blue head wiggled and bounced as Sasha went cross eyed trying to take it all in. Behind that head was 10 more inches of plastic cock that would ruin the ass of any woman that it managed to stuff itself in. Becky was right that Sasha did not want it going in dry.

That was the all the justification she needed and with the excuse woven in for her own peace of mind, Sasha very slowly prized her lips apart. Of course, Becky could’ve just shoved the thing inside her throat the second she began delaying but the redhead seemed to know how much more humiliating this was for Sasha when she did it herself. Banks’ pupils rolled up in her head as she gave one last glance to Lynch, praying that she’d see some mercy in those eyes. There was none. In fact, all she saw was Becky laughing at Sasha’s total inability to resist her. Sasha’s head bowed and she wrapped her lips tentatively around the end of the cock.

Oh god! She’d forgotten that this was her own strap on. The one she’d just been using to dominate the entire locker room. The taste of multiple women’s asses suddenly exploded in her mouth and Banks let out a pitiful groan of humiliation. At least she thought it was just humiliation because there was no way that just the slightest taste of ass flavored cock was enough to send the Boss spiraling back into her old submissive tendencies was there?

Becky certainly seemed to think so. “Oh, now that’s a sight I’ve missed. Sasha Banks slobbering all over my cock like a cheap whore…you seem like you’re enjoying yourself Sasha.”

A hundred retorts sprang to mind but just as Sasha tried to detach her mouth from the plastic phallus to snarl one of them to Lynch, Becky pumped her hips forward while yanking forcefully on Sasha’s hair. The two actions combined to succeed in plowing several more inches of dick into the throat of the unprepared Banks. The brutal invasion took her by surprise and she gagged. Spit erupted from her mouth and down her cheeks in floods. At the very least, there was no doubt that the strap on would be lubricated enough to slide inside Sasha’s ass now as it was enveloped by copious amounts of Sasha’s saliva.

Acting on instinct and unfortunate years of practice, Sasha began to try her best to accommodate the cock lodged in her throat, opening her mouth as wide as possible and letting Becky have unrestricted access to her gullet. Access that the Irishwoman took full advantage of as she relentlessly thrust back and forth, never giving Sasha a moment to take stock of events, forcing her to slide further into her old habits as she tried to maintain even a semblance of composure by not totally choking on Becky’s cock.

And it was Becky’s cock now. Sasha had been the previous owner but the way the sexy redhead was using it to demolish the former top made it plainly evident who was in control. As Becky was want to do, she didn’t let Sasha forget the humiliation of the occasion either as she launched into a verbal beatdown of the Boss.

“It’s like I never went away eh Sasha? You’re still nothing but a lousy little slut who needs a Man to come along and show you your place. Keep fuckin’ sucking you dirty little cunt…! Oh yeah that’s it! Get that tongue action going. Work my dick like a pro…Hahaha, was that a little moan I heard Sasha...? Oh, you’re goddamn right it was. You fucking love this don’t you? You love being Becky’s little bitch just like everyone else.”

It was so humiliating for Banks but Becky was right. Her pussy was so wet as Lynch took over. Sasha began touching herself, hand drifting between her legs and gently rubbing her clit.

Unfortunately, Becky caught that too and snapped. “Hey Sasha, I don’t remember giving you permission to pleasure yourself.” She slapped Sasha then hard, forcing Banks to clamp down with her teeth on the strap on as she did her best to stay upright. “I own you Sasha. You don’t do anything without my permission, especially not that. You get pleasure when I decide, never before, is that understood?”

Obviously, it was pretty hard for Sasha to respond at the moment but she moaned an affirmative around the cock in her mouth and nodded sadly as she dropped her hand from her desperately needy snatch, leaving her sex organ to throb unfulfilled.

She was then forced to endure several more minutes of relentless throat fucking from Becky, who whooped and celebrated when she finally got Sasha to deepthroat the entire cock and enjoyed making Sasha swallow and choke on the fullness of the plastic prick for quite some time. Regrettably Sasha enjoyed showing off her skills too as she warmed to the task at hand surprisingly quickly.

Eventually though, Becky decided to take things up a notch as she pulled Sasha off her cock and roughly growled at her, “Turn around.”

Sasha met Becky’s gaze for about all of two seconds before she whimpered and looked away. All of a sudden, she was very aware of the presence of every other wrestler in the room. Earlier that had filled her with happiness. Now it did the same with shame. She shuffled around on her knees, turning away from Becky as she bowed her head. She couldn’t see the Lass Kicker anymore but she could hear and feel her as pushed her down further until her face was touching the floor, pulling her bottom half out and up to stick into the air just as Naomi’s had what seemed like hours ago.

“I’ve been looking forward to doing this for a while.” Becky joyfully said. “It’s been too long since I stuffed the ass of some loser slut like you Sasha.”

Once she had Banks in position, Becky laid her hands on Sasha’s butt, squeezing and groping it freely. “Beg me for it.” She ordered. “I know you want this Sasha but I want to hear you say it.”

There was never any doubt in Sasha’s mind. She wanted there to be but there wasn’t. She was going to beg. She needed this. It had been too long since someone had properly fucked her ass. The only question was whether she wanted to go through the rigmarole of pretending she didn’t want it.

“O…Ug…Ahhh…” She moaned as Becky continued to paw at her butt, rubbing and roaming her hands all over Sasha’s cheeks. The excitement that simple action initiated on a primal level made up Sasha's mind.

“Please Becky….Please fuck my slutty ass. I need it…please make me your anal bitch.” Sasha begged with unabashed desire, every word dripping with pathetic subservience.

Becky just laughed. “Oh Sasha, I thought you’d put up a but more of a fight than that. It’s truly amazing that you’re managing to be even more of a slut than I remembered…But, as you wish…”

Sasha then felt those hands go from roaming to grabbing, fixing themselves in place by taking Sasha’s meaty ass and grabbing two makeshift handholds as Banks’ crack was exposed and she sensed Becky crouching down to spit on her trembling asshole, smearing a little extra lubrication around her threshold before that finger was soon replaced with the insistent pressing of a strap on. Sasha was then transported into the mindset of one of her many victims as she felt what they had felt in the moments before the plastic dick that she once owned forced its way inside their ass. Her hole twitched as a thrill ran up her spine. She was finally about to be fucked for the first time in ages.

Her O-ring was split open as the very tip of that mighty rod began to worm its way inside. Sasha’s breathing quickened. It was coming. She was about to feel it. That sensation of being so damn full. Her anal alleyway was about to be stretched and stuffed. She was going to be penetrated. To be fucked. To be turned into a fuckdoll. A plaything. Here it came. She could feel herself opening up more and more. The head of the cock pushing inside her more and more. Spreading her anal walls wide. Here it came….

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“NOOOOOOO!!!” Sasha’s eyes opened and she shot to her feet, yelling in frustration as she came back to reality where she found herself shaking with anger and more than a little fear in a totally empty locker room. What the fuck was that? It wasn’t enough that her body occasionally betrayed her desire to submit but now it seemed that body was working in cahoots with her mind in a nefarious plot to ruin Sasha’s best chance in ages to become an undisputed top.

Frantically, she swung her head back and forth, seeing if she couldn’t simply shake loose the depraved thoughts that still simmered in the darkest corners of her consciousness. Unfortunately, she had no such luck as the opposite phenomenon took place. In a classic paradox, the harder she tried to forget those troublesome fantasies, the harder it became not to think about them. In fact, the simulated world she’d crafted began to meld with real, tangible memories of Becky and others as they rammed their big cocks up Sasha’s ass. Those memories had Sasha’s current asshole quivering as she tried to get herself back under control.

“Get a fucking grip Sasha!” She cursed angrily.

But no matter how much she tried to admonish herself, she could not ignore what she’d just been thinking about. Compounding her misery was the fact that she’d been about to cum when she’d torn herself away and her pussy was aching for her to finish the job. Sasha didn’t trust herself to go back to touching herself anymore though. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to control the direction her thoughts would go in if she did.

Groaning in frustration, Sasha sat back down and buried her head in her hands. How was she ever going to become an Alpha female if she couldn’t even command her own mind, let alone an entire locker room? This was so embarrassing. Maybe her dreams were just that. Wild fantasies. Concoctions of a psyche trying to imagine and escape to a world that she was destined to never be a part of. Maybe she should just give it up?

She was fighting Carmella tonight. The blonde had been coming for Sasha’s butt for a while so she would be only too happy for them to upgrade the stakes of the match to put the asses of the participants on the line and Banks wasn’t beyond throwing the outcome to satisfy her urges. The idea of bottoming for the obnoxious Mella was sickening to the rational part of the Boss’s mind but somehow that only turned her on more. She’d seen Carmella top in the past and had watched in begrudging admiration so she knew that she’d get her wishes suitably fulfilled if she chose that path.

Sasha found herself giving increasingly serious thought to the prospect as time went on while her pussy continuously pulsated and leaked juices in response as if encouraging her to embrace it. After a few minutes of heavy thought, she resolved that she’d give herself one chance to rid herself of her submissive desires and if she couldn’t, Carmella would have the night of her life in store because it’d been so long since Sasha had received a good anal pounding that her gratitude would be insane. To be honest, if Carmella really tried, Sasha wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to come back from this. Usually, the desire to bottom was something that Sasha gave into simply because her ass loved the feeling of a big cock cramming itself inside her and stretching out her back passage despite Sasha herself mostly resenting the humiliation that came with it.

This time though, the humiliation itself was something she was also craving. She wanted to be treated like a nasty bitch, to be spat on, shit talked and smacked around. She wanted someone to do what Becky had started to do in her dream. To totally take away any hope she had of ever becoming a top by making her a cocksleeve that existed for the sole purpose of getting her ass reamed.

It was happening again. Sasha’s cheeks were flushed and she was sweating as she imagined her defeat. Where the hell had this come from? She’d been feeling really good about herself lately. It had been weeks since she had last even given brief thought to bottoming and yet these urges were the strongest she’d ever had. Every fiber of her being was telling her that it was time. That her switch had been flipped and that she’d been on top for long enough. She tried to fight it, she really did but her intelligent and pragmatic brain that still longed to be a true Alpha female was hopelessly outmatched by the primal instincts that drove her worrying current thoughts.

She had one last hope. Liv and Ruby. Usually, a good session of topping would be enough to banish Sasha’s demons. She suspected she might be too far gone on this occasion but she would be damned if she wasn’t going to give it her best shot. If this was to be the last time she topped for a while, she was going to go out in style. The Riott Squad were about to get the best butt banging they’d ever got from the Boss. She was going to annihilate their asses and leave them with gapes so big that they’d have to shove an extra-large butt plug up their hindquarters before wrestling tonight for fear that their outfits would be sucked inside the huge chasm Sasha’s cock was going to leave if they didn’t.

Speaking of those two, where the fuck were they? Sasha grabbed her phone once again and sent another message.

“I’m getting tired of this! You girls had better have a good fucking excuse for making me wait or I’m going to turn those lazy asses all kinds of black and blue.”

She checked the time. She wasn’t sure how long they’d be but now she’d ensured that be that quickly or slowly, Sasha would have plenty of fun tormenting them once they did.

She needed something to keep her occupied until then though, to keep her mind off the disgusting thoughts she’d been plagued by recently. Having just looked at the time on her phone, Sasha’s eyes drifted down the screen. Her eyes passed swiftly over a multitude of social media apps. Now was definitely not the time for that. She didn’t need a bunch of grubby little trolls insulting her looks, skills and personality right now. She briefly considered opening up Netflix and trying to distract herself with a movie or tv show. Then, her eyeballs fixed their sight on the little photos icon and her heart sank.

“No…” She warned herself with a quiet whisper. “Don’t…”

Her fingers brushed the screen atop the icon, gently enough that the phone didn’t respond at first. Sasha’s breathing was ragged. She knew she shouldn’t but she so badly wanted to.

“You sick fuck. Don’t you dare.” Sasha groaned and she kept telling herself what a depraved and disgusting person she was even as she gave in and pressed down on the app, slowly and painfully scrolling down to a passcode protected folder that she should have deleted months ago but had been unable to bring herself to do so.

Sasha couldn’t help it. She was being stupid. She knew that but she was powerless to stop. With trembling fingers, she entered the code which she remembered like it was yesterday. She’d came up with a one-time entirely different passcode than her usual one for the folder in the hope she might forget it over time even if she baulked at the idea of deleting the content within all together. No such luck. Instead, she watched as the screen was filled with hundreds, if not thousands of images, each more horrifying than the last for Banks.

It had all started with Sasha herself. Back in NXT, she made a point of documenting each encounter she had, taking pictures for her own personal collection. It had been one of the most dominant times of Sasha’s career and as a result, she had plenty of photos of nearly the entire roster submitting to her. One of the primary victims of that treatment was Becky Lynch. Sasha had loved hanging out with Becky back then because she wasn’t a challenge. She was just the Boss’s favorite bitch. Sasha had possessed hundreds of pictures of the redhead in just about every position you could imagine. On her back. On her front. On her hands and knees. She had ones of Becky eating her pussy. She had ones of Becky eating her ass. She had ones of Becky being anally pounded. She had ones of Becky being bent over her knee and spanked.

Her personal favorite was one where Sasha had Becky’s legs wrapped around her waist, clinging onto Sasha as though her life depended on it as she bounced her stunning ass on top of the strap on wearing Boss. The main reason that Sasha had so much fondness for that image was Becky’s facial expression though. The camera had caught her in the throes of orgasm, mouth wide open as she screamed. She was in bliss. There was no doubt about it. Becky was exposed in that moment for the biggest slut on the planet. A fact that Sasha always loved to bring up to the Lass Kicker in order to humiliate and embarrass her.

In summary, every single picture Sasha had owned of Becky was a source of great shame for the Irish wrestler. That was why when the Man had gone on her big run and turned the tables on Sasha, one of her main orders of business had been to ensure every single one of those photos was scrubbed from existence. That sucked but that was the way it went when Becky was on top. You did what she said or you’d regret it. Once Lynch fully broke Sasha, she revealed her hand. Banks had even tried to hold out for a while, refusing to delete them because she knew she’d miss the pictures when she rediscovered her dominance. Becky was a cruel top though. She froze Sasha out, refusing to fuck her for weeks. Refusing to let anyone else in the locker room fuck her. Eventually the perpetually horny Sasha had caved, begging Becky to ruin her sorely neglected ass and in return deleting every trace of those pictures from history.

Becky wasn’t content to stop there though. She needed revenge. She started her own collection just for Sasha. Whenever they fucked, she’d snap picture after picture of the humiliated bottom. A constant stream of photos documenting Banks’ descent into subservient bottom bitch for the woman that had used to be nothing more than her most submissive of sluts. And yet, Becky fucked her so good that Sasha couldn’t stop herself from coming back for more. Becky would send those pictures to Banks throughout the days afterwards, alongside a little caption telling the Boss what a loser she was. And every single time, Sasha would go to delete the image. Then she’d pause and end up saving it to her camera roll instead, resulting in the dreaded folder that she now stared at.

And stare Sasha did. For quite some time, she just stared. The hidden maelstrom of emotions beneath the surface wasn’t shown in the blank dead eyed stare on her face but it was there no doubt. Sasha was pleading with herself to close the app and hurl her phone away but there was no use in trying. Ever since Becky had wormed her way into her head, this had been inevitable.

Sasha barely even noticed as her fingers gently relocated themselves back against her cunt. She was too busy being consumed by fear as the index finger of her other hand kept swiping. Each flick of that digit bringing up another painful memory. Painful but also pleasurable hence why her cunt continued to respond with each cautious brush of her hand against it.

The folder started pretty much straight after Sasha had returned from her brief post WrestleMania hiatus in 2019. When she got back, Becky had well and truly established herself at the top of the roster and she was eager to properly introduce Sasha to her new persona. Well, Banks hadn’t exactly been at her best, having missed the sexual dynamics of the locker room. She’d been horny and Lynch had exploited that to dominate her. Sasha had gone along with it because there was something undeniably hot about Becky’s new character and mannerisms as well as the idea of being dominated by one her former bottoms being of some intrigue.

The pictures from that time had Sasha still with plenty of fight in her eyes even if she was most certainly the bottom in their relationship. Often those photos would have her riding Becky, bouncing up and down on Lynch’s big cock. She was more of a power bottom back then, the only slight hints of what was to come in the occasional firm grab of her ass from Becky or the odd photo where she was being slammed doggy style. They were still plenty hot enough though and Sasha felt herself getting increasingly aroused as she went through them.

Then came October 6th, 2019. The day that the two of them had competed in that Hell in a Cell epic. Sasha had been biding her time, telling herself that her submission to the Man was temporary and after that night it would change. In fact, it only sealed her fate.

It turned out Becky had been waiting anxiously for that date too. There were dozens upon dozens of pictures from that night. Easily the most from a single encounter. And in those pictures you could see the direction the relationship was now heading. Becky had taken full advantage of the mentally and physically bruised Banks. In these pictures, the treatment was rougher, dirtier and so much hotter. Sasha plunged her digits inside herself as she drooled over images of Becky having totally exhausted Sasha to the point where she couldn’t even support her own weight, laying flat and face down as the victorious wrestler continued to wreck her asshole long past the point of no return.

Sasha couldn’t stop herself then. She orgasmed all over the bench she sat on, her juices flooding embarrassingly down her thighs. She didn’t stop though. Not when there were so many more nights to reminisce over.

Despite being drafted to separate brands not long after that night, Sasha couldn’t escape the Man. In fact, their encounters, while less frequent, just became more intense as Becky made up for lost time. She reveled in making Sasha do the most submissive humiliating things whenever they clashed.

Sasha would have to prove herself worthy of Becky’s cock. Eating the Irishwoman out from pussy to ass for hours before being stuffed. Tasting her own ass from the strap on that had violated her. Sometimes Becky would have Sasha ride her again but unlike those early photos, this time there was no fight in Sasha’s eyes, just shameless lust and joy as she submitted wholeheartedly to her top. Becky had totally broken the Boss.

Sasha continued to examine each and every image in excruciating detail, wondering if she’d ever experience pleasure of the type she saw in them again. She wondered if she’d ever be in the position Becky was, punishing and dominating a helpless woman as the ultimate top, a true Alpha female. She pondered her own conquests, comparing the look on her face to the looks she’d been able to extract. Was there any difference? Had Becky been able to wring anything more submissive from Sasha than she had from her own bottoms? She didn’t know. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

And all the while, she continued to play with her pussy.

As she got towards the end of the folder, Sasha began to feel herself slipping free of the spell she’d been under since opening the dreaded archive. Getting closer to Becky’s departure, she and Bayley had been in sync more than ever and Sasha had felt as though her time as a bottom had been coming to a natural close anyway. Instead, Sasha looked at these last few photos with a nostalgia. An erotic nostalgia but a reflective one at that. Sasha looked at these photos with interest as well as lust. Could she be ready to go back to that? She looked so happy and content. It was definitely less pressure and bother to submit. But then again, didn’t Becky look happy too? Sasha still wanted that for herself.

She was being pulled in two different directions and had no idea what to do.

“Damn girl, you look like you’re having fun…” A voice then snapped Sasha completely out of her trance. The shock was such that Sasha practically flew out of her seat, slamming her phone face down on the bench before the mystery entrant had a chance to see the humiliating photos on the screen. She hadn’t even heard the door open. Looking up though, she saw who that newcomer was, Bianca Belair; the EST of WWE.

She and Sasha had got on relatively well whenever they’d interacted so far which to be fair, wasn’t all that much. Sasha had always made an effort to stay friendly because she was actually pretty intimidated by Belair, viewing her as a potentially large threat to her planned reign as the undisputed Alpha of Smackdown. Bianca had made their tentative friendship easy though by never making much of an effort to undermine or challenge Sasha. Banks had noticed a few funny glances shot her way on occasion but nothing that constituted any level of disrespect for her position.

Besides, Sasha found Bianca’s unique style and charisma appealing. She wasn’t overbearing despite her impressive physique, natural confidence and no small amount of technical skill in the ring. There was something about her that meant Belair’s bragging had never seemed quite as grating to Sasha as the bluster and boasts of others. Bianca was self-aware enough to carry off the whole EST schtick with a tongue in cheek grin and it had made Sasha often feel bad about the day that she’d be forced to help Bianca realize that she was merely second bEST when it came to the two of them.

Bianca was demonstrating that playful nature by grinning at Sasha who instinctively covered up in front of the unexpected intruder before remembering that she had no reason to be ashamed of her body and relaxed as she sat back down, crossing her legs to disguise just how soaked her pussy was and glared at Belair, defensively and somewhat nervously snapping. “Anything I can do for you Bianca? Don’t know if you’d noticed but I’m a little busy right now.”

“Oh, I had absolutely noticed,” Bianca giggled. “I was just walking down the corridor when I heard you making a hell of a noise in here so I just couldn’t help but peek my head around the door to enjoy the show.”

“I’m not some trained circus animal that performs for you on demand Bianca!” Sasha snarled. The close call and being interrupted again mid-fingering was not doing a lot for her already bad mood and her frustration at her own mental failures was bubbling over as she desperately wanted the dangerous and beautiful Belair out of here before something truly bad happened. One small mercy was it seemed that Bianca hadn’t seen what she’d been using as stimulation for herself.

Nonetheless, in a panic over some troubling feelings Bianca’s well-built frame was marshaling in the back of her mind Sasha lashed out, gesturing to the corner where she’d left her championship belt along with her clothes. “You see that belt over there? That means I’m the one who owns every single ass in this fucking division so show a little fucking respect and knock before you interrupt me when I’m busy!”

Seemingly a little surprised by Sasha’s ferocity with her given how friendly they’d been in the past, Bianca backed up a step without Sasha even having to get up. That made Banks feel a little better about herself. See, why couldn’t she feel like this all the time? Even the mighty Bianca Belair couldn’t stand up to the Boss when she was in the mood.

Feeling her confidence returning, Sasha had a potentially rash change of heart. She’d been waiting for the Riott Squad girls to come and help her deal with those annoying submissive sentiments she’d been having but asserting her dominance over a genuine threat like Bianca would be a far greater achievement and probably much more like what Sasha needed right now to get back on track.

Therefore, she continued. “You know what? I could use something else to keep distract me until Liv and Ruby get here. I think it’s time you and I had a bit of a chat about your place in this company.”

Unspoken was what Sasha was really thinking, “something else that isn’t pictures of me getting ass fucked.”

“My place?” Bianca repeated questioningly, lips curling into an amused smile.

“Exactly. See, you’ve been on the main roster a while now and you’re from NXT so I know that you understand how things are meant to go round here. However, I’ve generously left you alone because…well I like you Bianca. I think you and I are and can be good friends. Besides, you’ve got some talent and I didn’t want to come along and crush your dreams straight away. But you’ve been here what? Like three months now? I think you’ve had plenty of opportunity to carve out a place and…I haven’t been that impressed to be honest.”

“Oh, you haven’t?” Bianca gave an incredulous laugh as she put her hands on her hips and stared at Sasha with a less than impressed look.

“No, I haven’t and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t interrupt me when I’m talking ok Bianca?”

Bianca raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth as if to say something before thinking better of it and shrugging. Sasha smirked at that acquiescence to her power and standing. Why hadn’t she tried this sooner? Bianca was going to be an easy pickup to springboard her back into dominance so she could write off the past few minutes as an unfortunate and swiftly forgotten blip on her road to becoming the true Alpha female of the entire WWE.

“That’s a good girl.” She smiled insincerely. “Now, since you’ve been so disappointing, I’m going to give you a choice. You can bend over for me right now. In private where no one else will know. I’ll be nice…ish to you and we can move on happily and stay friends with you understanding exactly where your place is in this division. Namely below me. Once I’m satisfied you know that, you’ll be free to go after anyone else on the roster you like and as long as you share, I’ll happily show you respect as a fellow top in front of the rest of the girls…Or we can do this the hard way. That’s the way where you don’t bend over for me right now. I’m then forced to challenge you to a match. I beat you. I bring you back to this locker room only this time I’ll make sure that everyone is present to see your humiliation. And I won’t be nice. I’ll be mean and I’ll keep coming after you until you’re nothing but a broken bitch. You’ll never be the EST again. Hell, you’ll never be a true wrestler again. You’ll be a slut who wrestles in her spare time when she’s not busy giving up her slut ass to every single woman in the division. I might even make Liv Morgan top you. That’d be pretty fucking embarrassing wouldn’t it?”

Bianca waited a second to make sure Sasha was done. Then she nodded and with a dismissive flip of her braid, began her response. “That would be pretty embarrassing.” She agreed. “But not gonna happen because girl….uh uh!” She wagged her finger at Sasha. “I don’t believe that you can do a single thing you just said you would and even if I did, I’m not going to let you of all people tell me what to do?”

“Excuse me? What do you mean, me of all people?” Sasha snapped. That optimism she’d had about Bianca being an easy confidence booster seemed slightly misplaced now but she wasn’t all that worried. There was still plenty of time to work on the EST and figure out a way to bring her down a peg or two.

“I mean you…I mean just look at you!” Bianca waved her hands dismissively, gesturing up and down Sasha’s sweaty naked body. “You talk about me being disappointing? I’m supposed to believe that you’re the big bad Alpha female of Smackdown when I walk in on you fingering yourself like a loser? You’re meant to be the Boss. You should have everyone else on their knees begging to pleasure you but I don’t think I’ve seen you top a single person since I’ve been here. Smackdown is a fucking joke with you as champion. Guess how many times I caught Charlotte Flair sitting by herself in the locker room masturbating when she was on NXT…? Yeah, zero! Whenever I walked in on her, she was demolishing some slut’s ass and showing why she’s the Alpha instead of giving shitty speeches about it. I came here expecting the same from you and was really looking forward to that challenge. It was going to be a great opportunity for me to take on someone decent instead of just squashing and fucking Zelina Vega over and over again. But you haven’t shown me even the slightest hint of the Sasha Banks I used to watch and look up to when I was in NXT. Sure, you can put on a face for the cameras and flash that championship belt around but let’s be honest, the only disappointment here…is you.”

Bianca had barely paused for a second during that monologue but it was Sasha that felt breathless as though she’d been punched in the gut, eviscerated by stinging words that cut her to the core. She was genuinely at a loss for what to say in response which was a rarity for her. There was an infuriating and honestly terrifying amount of truth in Bianca’s taunts. Sasha had been lax, settling for dominating the Riott squad for weeks now, mostly in private instead of pushing for more. As she pondered it then, it was hardly a wonder that those submissive thoughts had started cropping up again. She’d done nothing to dissuade them.

Bianca sighed, breaking Sasha out of her silent musings. “Come on Sasha!” She barked, her frustrations evident in the animated gesticulations and demonstrative facial expressions that concluded with her squatting on her haunches, hands on head as she dug her fingers into her scalp in disbelief. “I’ve just challenged you. Would you actually do something about it please?”

Sasha blushed. Her cheeks burning as Bianca treated her like the relative newcomer that the EST was meant to be, riding roughshod over her and dictating her actions. She needed to wrestle back control of this interaction from the domineering Belair and quickly. This embarrassment couldn’t be allowed to spiral, not with Sasha in the state she was right now. That could lead to a very dark place. Her pussy spasmed at just that hint of a thought, illustrating exactly why Sasha was so concerned. Why had she tried to challenge Bianca again?

“So, if you think I’m so weak, why haven’t you come to challenge me before?” Sasha asked. “Why not come prove it?”

Bianca was the one to pause for a moment then, if only briefly as Sasha noticed a slight twitch of the lip before she responded. “Good question. I guess I was waiting for you to show me something worth challenging. I don’t mind squashing inferior women but with you…this may sound a bit weird but I didn’t want it to be easy. See, I wasn’t kidding when I said that I used to look up to you. Back down in NXT, you were the one woman that inspired me. You had the look, the swagger, the attitude, the skills. Everything. You were hot as fuck and I wanted you badly. So, taking your ass...I’m not gonna lie, I thought about it a lot. I still do even since coming up to the main roster and meeting you for real. But…”

Bianca threw her palms up in the air in resignation. “I really wanted the Boss. Not whatever you are now. Lately, you went from being Bayley’s lapdog to some boring good girl. Like, what the fuck am I meant to do with that? It wasn’t just about your looks for me. It was about who you were. And the more hostile, rude and vicious you got, the more I wanted you. Taking you down was meant to be the final proof that I really was the EST. There were girls with more titles than you, that were technically more dominant or whatever but I saw something in you that made you special. In NXT, I fucked so many women, pounding their tight little buttholes and having so much fun doing so but girl,” She sniggered. “all the time I knew that as fun as they were, they’d never be you. You were my dream woman…my dream bitch.”

Well, that was a lot to deal with. Sasha blinked several times as Bianca awaited her response. “So…basically you’ve got a crush on me?” Sasha half laughed. This whole situation was growing weirder by the second.

Bianca hesitated as she tensed up, her head inclined to one side as she eyed Sasha up with interest. “I guess you could put it that way. If you think it’s normal to want to pound your crush’s ass so hard and for so long that she can’t walk straight for days afterwards?”

Sasha’s mind was running at a million miles an hour. This was an unexpected development and she had to find a way to use it her advantage. Unfortunately, it was difficult for her to concentrate when she was being assaulted by her own innermost desires that had been set aflame by Bianca’s confession. Once again, Sasha had got in her own head with thoughts of submitting and all of a sudden, she could only think about what it’d be like if Bianca span her around, bent her over and used her magnificently strong body to absolutely pummel a strap on deep inside her as hard as the powerhouse of a woman could. She felt her knees begin to shake as her pussy moistened further. She opened her mouth to say something but there was nothing coming out. She was paralyzed, frozen to the spot as she silently tried to fight those pesky visions flooding her mind.

Bianca appeared to recognize Sasha’s internal strife as she shook her head and groaned. “I guess I was stupid to hope. There’s a reason they say never meet your heroes. You aren’t what I expected. I just need to get over it I guess…Plenty of other women that I can have a real rivalry with.” She appeared genuinely deflated, shoulders sunk and a joyless, wistful smile on her face. “I do still think you’re hot so I’ll probably be back at some point to fuck you but right now...” She trailed off. “…My heart just wouldn’t be in it. See you Sasha.”

Sasha could sense all her dreams of being an Alpha female leaving with Bianca. If she just let Bianca escape, she’d never be able to regain any self-respect, let alone earn the respect of anyone else. No, she had to say something. But she was scared. Sasha Banks. The Legit Boss. The Blueprint. The Standard of the WWE was scared. It hurt Sasha to confront that fact. It hurt her more than anything to have had Bianca standing right in front of her, offering her the opportunity to do battle, to try and prove herself as a top again and knowing that she just wasn’t in the right headspace to do it. Instead, she’d just been rejected as both a top and a bottom at once by the EST. That stung.

Bianca reached the door. For the past few seconds, Sasha’s eyes had been fixated on Bianca’s ass as it jiggled with each step in her tight spandex bottoms. She wanted that ass. She really did. Bianca’s butt was big, bouncy and beautiful. Just the way Sasha liked them. All she had to do was gather up the courage to say something.

“Bianca, wait!” She was almost surprised at herself when she managed it. Admittedly her voice was a little more desperate than she was comfortable with but it was a start. Bianca stopped and turned. She stood with her back against the door, leaning into it casually as she assessed Sasha unenthusiastically. “Yeah…?” She exhaled, still completely monotone.

“You’re right.” Sasha said. “Completely right. I’ve been lazy and useless as an Alpha ok? I get that. I shouldn’t have just expected a woman like you to bend over for me just because I asked.”

“Nah, you shouldn’t.” Bianca agreed, the beginnings of a smile creeping across her face.

“Right.” Sasha laughed. “It was stupid but that doesn’t mean I’m giving up on ever topping you. I just wanted you to know that. I wasn’t ready right now but I know that I can be the rival you were looking for.”

Bianca grimaced. “I wish I could believe you Sasha but it’s been a long time since I’ve seen the old you. To be honest, I only ever really saw hints of it. I had hoped that when I got here, I could find a way to coax more out of you but from the very first time we met, you’ve just been insufferably nice. Which has been fine, I like you Sasha. I like you a hell of a lot more than I thought I would but I didn’t come here for nice, friendly Sasha…Sure I could’ve started something, joined Bayley in attacking you or whatever but it wouldn’t have been half as fun as I’d imagined. I thought that coming out and challenging you directly like this might work but it seems not.”

Sasha winced at the second mention of Bayley in the past few minutes. It was that bitch’s fault that she was like this. Sasha had thought that she was the one in control of that relationship just because she was the one who usually held the strap on behind the scenes, ignoring all the public indications that she was being used. She’d poured her heart and soul into their partnership and Bayley had turned around and thrown it back in her face. Sasha had never been the same since.

To be honest, she hadn’t even been the same during that relationship. Bayley had been showing signs of discontent for a while. It had started with that stupid new haircut and arrogant attitude as she threw Sasha under the proverbial bus on multiple occasions. Then insisting on lengthier and lengthier facesitting sessions as she mashed her perfect fat ass into Sasha’s face with increasing dominance and trash talk, even gently enquiring about how Sasha would feel if they switched things up regarding top and bottom status. Sasha had been honest, confessing her occasional desire to submit. And so, she’d become the very first person Bayley ever fucked. The total and forever bottom Bayley had fucked her a couple of times. Not often but occasionally. And why? Because Sasha had trusted her. Thought that she had someone who she could confide in and give her ass to willingly.

The day Bayley turned on her had been the darkest of her life and it had set her on this path. The path that had led her to being totally without confidence and unable to handle a simple confrontation with another top like Bianca without dreaming of them pounding her slutty ass into total surrender.

As she considered that, she had an epiphany. She remembered the last time she’d felt truly dominant. Not just coasting on top but like she had achieved something. Conquered someone. It was when Bayley had tapped to her for the second time. When she had officially retained a main roster singles title for the first time, vanquishing her greatest foe in the process. Sure, they hadn’t put asses on the line or anything like that but they may as well have. The feeling of defeating that Judas had been as good as any anal penetration. And what Sasha realized right then was that she may have beaten Bayley in their two in ring battles but she was currently letting the dark haired backstabber win the war. If she didn’t start getting back to her old ways, she would have let Bayley’s betrayal define her and defeat her, leaving her unable to top anyone but the biggest of sluts.

Armed with this new knowledge, Sasha found an urgency to fight for the first time in a long while as she hissed at Bianca. “Fuck you!”

Bianca’s ears perked up at that. There’d been genuine venom in that aggressive growl. The sort that Bianca had been hoping to hear much earlier. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

“I said fuck you!” Sasha snarled. “You haven’t done shit since you got here but you want to come into MY locker room and tell me that I’m not good enough for you because I’ve had a bad few weeks? I’ve topped literally dozens of women, gaped and ruined their assholes and made them my bitches. Who was that you were just bragging about beating? Zelina Vega?” Sasha unleashed a cackle that would’ve made a hyena proud as she warmed to the task of showing Bianca that the Boss still ran the women’s division.

“She doesn’t even go here anymore. And don’t give me any crap about what you did in NXT because that doesn’t mean a thing up here. Do you know how many cocky NXT women have come up to the main roster and been instantly humbled…? It’s always the same. You come here fresh from beating up on rookies and career jobbers thinking you’re the best but you never are. You’re all just cheap knock offs of the women who made NXT what it is today. Like me.”

Bianca stood up a little straighter. Maybe Sasha wasn’t a total lost cause after all. “Ok Sasha…I’m listening.”

“Oh, you’re listening, are you? That’s great.” Sasha sarcastically applauded. “Look, I don’t have to prove myself to you. I am the Boss. I am the Standard, the Blueprint, the talk and the champion of this division. So, if you’re not going to bend over for me right now, you’d better be ready to defend your ass in the ring.”

“You want a match?” Bianca asked.

“With you? Not yet.” Sasha replied bluntly. “I told you, I’m not the one that needs to prove anything here. No, what I do want is to give you a chance to show me that you’re worthy of challenging me…So, here’s what I’m proposing. If you can beat an opponent of my choosing every week for the next three weeks, I’ll give you a match with the chance to win me, my ass and my title. But just so you know, I’m going to be telling those opponents that if they beat you, they get the same shot so they’ll be plenty motivated.”

Bianca made a face. “Ehhh, I don’t know. Three weeks seems an awful long time to wait for someone who could barely summon the courage to talk a second ago. How about one week?”

Sasha thought on that for a moment, then shook her head. She needed more than a week to get her head straight given all the chaos that had been going on in there today. “No. Three.”

Bianca stared at Sasha. “I guess I can respect you standing your ground.” She began reluctantly. “That’s what I want from a rival but I’m really not sure if I want to waste three weeks for someone who might turn out to be a disappointment.”

Sasha fumed at that. Who did Bianca think she was? Sasha had been complacent of late but she was still the Boss. She gave the orders and she expected to be obeyed. She opened her mouth to tell Bianca as much but then was left open mouthed for a very different reason by the next sequence of events.

Bianca was still standing right next to the door which is why when it burst open and crunched into her back, she was sent sprawling to the ground at Sasha’s feet; the Boss getting a fantastic preview of what it might be like once she conquered Bianca in the process.

Bianca soon stormed back to an upright position however as she furiously turned around to confront the intruder. That being the pretty face and platinum hair of a stunned Liv Morgan who backed up as she gasped, “I’m sorry Bianca…” Liv then came damn close to being upended herself as she backed right into Ruby who was standing right behind her in similar dismay. Sasha chuckled. The two had timed their arrival perfectly as it turned out. It was almost enough to make her forgive them for being so late in the first place.

However, based on the way she advanced menacingly; Bianca wasn’t so amused. Well, Sasha couldn’t have the EST messing with her girls so she interrupted to call out. “You two, wait outside! I’ll call you back in when I’m ready.”

The Riott Squad could not get out of there fast enough, slamming the door in Bianca’s face as they scarpered. Instantly, the EST whirled to face Sasha. “What the fuck!”

Banks held her hands up and nodded. “I know, I know. You can’t let that slide. I’ve just had another idea though.”

“Oh great! More talking…” Bianca groaned. “When are you going to stop talking and start acting?”

“Right now, if you shut up and let me finish.” Sasha fired back. Bianca ground her teeth but stayed quiet. “You wanted me to show you why I’m the Boss? That’s actually fair when I think about it. As I said earlier, I’ve been a little off my game lately but I haven’t been totally idle. I’d love to give you a little preview of what’s in store for you if you ever do get the chance to put your ass on the line against me. That’s why you and I are going to share those two out there.” She pointed at the door. “I’ll give you your chance to punish them and I get to show you why I’m the best damn top in this whole company.”

Sasha took a deep breath after making that proposition. This was a huge gambit by her. The challenge laid down was implicit. Her and Bianca both would have a chance to show off their dominance at the same time in front of each other. Given the events of the afternoon, it was entirely possible that she’d not be at her best and could end up being embarrassed by Bianca who she’d never seen top before. However, if there was one thing Sasha was confident in, it was her sexual stamina and skill. Once she got going, she was a tour de force that was near enough impossible to stop or resist. As long as she could avoid the pitfalls of sliding back into submissive thoughts, she knew she had a wonderful opportunity to assert her superiority over her new challenger right now by quite literally outfucking her. That was the sort of victory that could set her on the path to supremacy over Bianca and quite possibly the entire women’s division. It was time that the Boss was unleashed.

Of course, that relied on Bianca saying yes so Sasha was very pleased when the EST nodded and grinned. “Deal. I hope you’re ready to see the roughEST, toughEST, baddEST woman on the roster show you exactly what she can do because girl, you’re next.”

It was on.

Chapter Text

Liv Morgan waited anxiously, hopping from side to side as she fixed her eyes on the closed door of the women’s locker room, having been banished to the corridor by the Boss, current Smackdown women’s champion and her Mistress, Sasha Banks.

“What do you think is taking so long?” She wondered uneasily. Liv felt bad about knocking over Bianca in her haste to enter a few minutes prior but the prospect of having disappointed Sasha in the process was infinitely more worrying.

Ruby Riott just shrugged. “I don’t know but whatever it is, nothing we can do about it now.”

The green haired alt chick was always a little more aloof to such scenarios. Ruby loved three things in life. She loved wrestling. She loved Liv Morgan. She loved getting her ass stuffed. If something happened that didn’t directly affect one of those three things, she was unlikely to care. While her love of wrestling often led to mixed results, in the other two areas, she was a world leader.

She and Liv had one of the more unique relationships around. It was hardly a novel point to say that they didn’t exactly look like the perfect match from the surface with Ruby’s more hardcore style contrasting Liv’s conventional blonde beauty. However, as is often the case and as was the case for them both in and out of the ring, surface deep impressions can be incredibly misleading. The two had bonded almost instantly after meeting. They had real and genuine affection for one another and Ruby was incredibly proud of their relationship. She treasured Liv, knowing how lucky she was to have a woman who looked like that as her girlfriend, especially one with as kind a heart as Liv Morgan.

It was that kind heart, a feature the two shared that made them both so hopelessly ill-suited to the cutthroat backstage chaos of the WWE. Both had spent their early days in the company being used and abused by practically everyone with even the slightest modicum of dominance in them. They developed quite the appetite for bottoming and barely spent a moment when not in the ring without a strap on buried in at least one of their holes. The problem was, they were so easy that no one ever really cared to view them as much more than walking cock depositories to blow off some steam.

At least that was until Sarah Logan came along. Sure, she wasn’t the most commanding or powerful woman on the roster but she at least somewhat knew how to use a strap on and actually cared to get to know the two of them beyond as submissive sluts. Liv and Ruby had latched onto that. They finally had someone who could truly satiate their desires and allow them to be together all day every day. It had been glorious and led to some of their best days in WWE from a professional standpoint as well as personally.

Then Sarah left.

Things had gotten crazy for a while. Neither really knew how to take it. Most of the tops on the roster had other sluts, other priorities and the two of them drifted aimlessly and unsatisfied, living off of scraps. Liv had even had that embarrassing and thankfully soon forgotten public humiliation when she interrupted Lana’s wedding after being rejected by her in an attempt to find a new top. Begging Lana to top her…That was how desperate Liv had gotten. They’d also briefly split up and feuded with each other, mostly because their sex life was infinitely more unfulfilling without someone to take charge and they’d very soon learnt that neither of them was capable of assuming that role.

Then Sasha Banks came into their lives in a big way. After becoming the Smackdown champion, she was left frustrated by the collective indifference from the majority of the division. It was exactly what Liv and Ruby had been waiting for. They instantly ingratiated themselves, clinging to Banks like leeches and begging, pleading and promising to dedicate themselves to serving the Boss for the rest of their lives. Truthfully, they didn’t need to go to all that effort but Sasha appreciated it and had since set about being by far the best top the two of them had ever had.

The Boss wasn’t as nice on a personal level as Sarah. She didn’t try to be. In fact, she quite blatantly didn’t give a shit about either of them beyond as fuckholes but honestly, the pair didn’t mind that. Sasha still used them regularly, never letting them go hungry for cock and her apathy towards them outside of as her playthings let Ruby and Liv focus on being loving and caring for each other in their personal lives. Knowing how insignificant they were to their Mistress also made it that much more intense when Sasha was roughly driving her massive cock into them from behind, totally skewering them on her strap on and pounding them into squealing, soaked wrecks.

Liv mumbled something quietly, tearing Ruby from her thoughts. “What was that babe?” She asked.

“You don’t think Mistress Sasha is going to leave us, do you?” The blonde seemed nervous.

Ruby paused and gave her girlfriend a funny look. “No, why would you think that?”

“I mean…we’re not exactly the biggest prizes on the roster, are we?” Liv muttered. “What happens when she starts picking up new girls? You saw how she was looking at Bianca in there. We’ll be the ones left behind. I can’t spend weeks without getting butt fucked again...I just can’t…”

Ruby walked over and hugged her, leaning in and planting a kiss on the cute blonde’s forehead. “Like she’d ever leave your perfect ass behind. She’s not an idiot.”

Liv giggled but she wasn’t fully comforted and Ruby knew it. “Hey,” She softly whispered. “Sasha’s a fucking nymphomaniac. She’d have to pick up another dozen girls before we’d be out of the rotation. Besides, you really think there’s two bigger ass sluts than us out there? I don’t and when we go in there, we’re going to prove it ok?”

That seemed to make Liv feel better. If there was one thing that she was confident in, it was her ability to be the best bottom and most slutty, submissive woman on the entire roster. Ruby at least hoped it made her girlfriend feel significantly better because barely a second later, the door swung open and the pair were greeted by a pissed off looking Sasha, wearing nothing but an angry frown. “Get your asses in here!” She growled and the two scrambled over each other to obey.

Once they re-entered the locker room, they noticed Bianca sitting quietly in the corner, fiddling with her braid and watching them with interest. Ruby glanced at both her and Sasha but while Bianca gave her a wink and a predatory grin, the blue haired superstar didn’t even glance her way. Her eyes were on Liv.

“So…you want to explain why you barged in here without knocking a second ago?” Sasha asked as she stood unimpressed, looming over the diminutive wrestler. Truthfully, Sasha was merely a couple of inches taller than Liv but it may as well have been a couple of feet for their difference in demeanor.

“Oh…” Liv said nervously, “Well, it was just that you’d told us to hurry up so I just tho…”

Sasha held up a hand to silence her. “I see. You’re telling me it’s MY fault that you don’t have any manners?”

“No Mistress but…”

“BUT WHAT!?” Sasha barked, raising her voice just enough to make both Liv and Ruby stand up a little straighter. “Do you actually have an excuse or are you just trying to piss me off?”

Liv paled. She tried to look down to the ground but Sasha grasped her chin in one hand and forced the blonde to stare up and directly into her piercing gaze. “Well?” She asked expectantly.

“No excuse Mistress.” Liv squeaked.

“I thought so.” Sasha grumbled. “Well let’s see if you do a better job explaining exactly why I was waiting nearly half an hour for you to get here after I expressly told you to hurry the fuck up?”

Liv was about to open her mouth but Ruby interjected. “That was my fault Mistress. I left my phone back in the hotel room and Liv came with me to go get it.”

Sasha whirled around, dropping her hold on Liv’s chin to approach her other submissive bitch. Ruby felt a terrifying bolt of arousal shoot through her body when the Boss fixed her with a glare. Sasha tended to have that effect on Riott. While Liv was the most beautiful woman in her life, Sasha ran her a very close second. She flat out radiated power and sexiness as she swaggered over and chuckled. “Your fault?”

“Yes Mistress.” Ruby replied.

Sasha had a devilish smile on her face. It had been a while since Ruby had seen a grin like that from the Boss, her lips curled in contemptuous disdain. It was the type of grin that never usually boded well for the Riott Squad. It meant Sasha was in one of her sadistic moods, where she would take great pleasure in making sure that the two of them knew just how worthless and pathetic they were compared to the Boss. Ruby’s pussy moistened a little just thinking about it…God, she was such a weirdo.

While Liv was mainly your typical slutty bottom with just minorly masochistic tendencies, Ruby was a complete sucker for pain, humiliation and all around rough and degrading treatment. She absolutely loved it when Sasha was in this frame of mind as she’d yell obscenities at them as she brutalized their backsides with either hand or cock. She’d look for the smallest excuse to unleash some punishment, especially with Ruby because she knew how much the punk princess loved it and the inevitable violent and explosive orgasms only provided her with extra ammunition to mock Ruby’s sluttiness. This had the effect of turning Riott on more, creating a vicious cycle of powerful eruptions from her vagina which would leave Ruby exhausted by the sessions end. Of course, before they got to that stage, Sasha loved to begin with some psychological torture which she was beginning to warmup to now.

“Well, that wasn’t very sensible of you was it?”

“No Mistress.” Ruby was now in the same situation as Liv had just been in; with Sasha standing right in her face and looking haughtily down on her.

“No, it wasn’t.” Sasha said. Sasha stared at the mute Ruby for a moment until she was forced to add another question. “You have anything else to say?”

“Umm…”

“Jesus Christ…!” Sasha let out an exasperated sigh. “I know you two are as dumb as rocks but I thought even you would be able to work this one out. Get down on your fucking knees and apologize!”

Ruby gasped in realization and sank to her knees instantly, her face suddenly very close to her Mistress’s damp snatch which she eyed fervently. “I’m sorry Mistress.” She begged forgiveness.

Sasha grabbed hold of Ruby’s green pixie cut hair and yanked her head up to meet the imperious gaze of the dominant woman. Ruby did her best to look as apologetic as possible with wide eyes that screamed regret and embarrassment at her failure. Sasha was unmoved by such appeals to her heartstrings as she glared at Riott. “I’m sure you’ve noticed that we have a guest today and you two aren’t exactly making me look good right now.”

“We’re so sorry Mistress. We’ll do better I promise.” Ruby whined, scalp burning as Sasha twisted Ruby’s hair painfully around her digits, practically lifting the submissive woman up off her knees in the process.

“Actions speak louder than words Ruby, you know that. Why don’t you show me and Bianca just how a dumb cunt apologizes properly to her superiors?” Sasha then pushed her head down and towards the floor. Ruby got the message and bowed her head all the way to Sasha’s feet, lips puckering up as she slavishly set to her task of coating Sasha’s feet in submissive kisses. Knowing Bianca was watching added to the shame as Ruby moaned and her cheeks turned pink. Despite having been the victim of non-stop backstage humiliations basically ever since she arrived on the roster, such embarrassments never got old as her cunt spasmed and twitched in response to yet another wrestler seeing Ruby for what she truly was…a slut.

“You too Liv.” Sasha snapped and Ruby was soon joined by her girlfriend as they coordinated to take a foot each, showering Sasha’s soft caramel skin with adoration. Just like the rest of her, Sasha’s feet were perfection; long, strong and smooth soles with high arching insteps that made it so easy for the two of them to drag their tongues along the full length of the Boss’s feet lovingly. Together, the two of them together worked like a well-oiled machine, pushing each other to be more subservient and worshipful. Their tongues darted eagerly from between their lips as they gave proper attentiveness to their Mistress, worshipping Sasha’s feet from heel to toe. Those toes got extra focus as the two sucked on them eagerly, treating each one from big to small like a mini cock that they slobbered over, swirling their tongues around and savoring each moment of heaven as they listened to Sasha coo happily, “That’s it my darlings, give Mistress Sasha a nice tongue bath. Prove to me why you wretched little sluts deserve to even be allowed in the presence of a champion like me.”

What the two of them couldn’t see because of their single-minded dedication to their Mistress’s pleasure was that the entire time, Sasha’s eyes were fixated across the room on Bianca. She didn’t care about Ruby and Liv or what they were doing. She just wanted the EST to see and understand how totally broken the two were. To see how they debased themselves for her. How Sasha had turned them from mere submissive butt sluts into shameless housebroken pets. “This is where you belong.” She purred, projecting her voice out across the room, “Groveling and worshipping at the Boss’s feet just like everyone else.” She smirked at Bianca, whose face was unreadable as she sat and watched patiently. Sasha reluctantly admired how Belair remained stoic throughout, not giving Sasha hint of her true feelings.

Eventually, Sasha tired of having her feet worshipped by the Riott Squad and she started to encourage them up her body, ordering them to move their mouths up higher. It was a long journey up Sasha’s sleek and sexy legs but they took to the task with the same devotion that they had with her feet, salivating over Sasha’s calves and thighs with incredible enthusiasm. Once they reached her upper thighs, the two began to jostle for position, heads butting as they sought the honor of being the first to taste Sasha’s pussy. However, the Boss soon put a stop to that as she grabbed both of them by the hair and held them in place, inches from the object of their desires. “I don’t think so...” Sasha chuckled. “Do I have to remind you that was just your way of saying sorry for your misbehavior? Now that I’m ready to accept your apology, it’s time for your punishment.”

“Yes Mistress.” Came the synchronized reply from the disappointed duo.

“The question is, who wants to go first?” Sasha asked.

“It was my fault. I’ll take the punishment for both of us Mistress.” Ruby said, trying to protect Liv. Well sort of trying to protect Liv. That was mostly just a flimsy excuse to disguise the fact that she wanted to hog all the inevitable spankings to herself.

“Mhmm…I don’t think so.” Sasha responded gleefully. “See, I know just how close you two little lovebirds are and I know that the best way to punish one of you, is to punish the other. So, what’s going to happen is you’re going to shut the fuck up and watch as Liv gets that gorgeous little butt of hers smacked.”

Upon hearing of her fate Liv gulped. Sasha in one of these moods was capable of handing out a terrifyingly painful and effective spanking. She was relentless once she got going, finding a spot and sticking to it until each strike landed like a hammer blow to the unfortunate victim’s cheeks. Liv enjoyed getting spanked, she really did but she often struggled with the rougher treatment since she had a much lower pain threshold than Ruby who relished the opportunity to demonstrate just how much punishment she could take.

“Ruby, up on your feet.” Sasha commanded and Riott obeyed, leaving Liv alone on her knees. Sasha released the hold she had on both of their hair in order to wrap her arms around Ruby’s waist, spinning her round and pulling her close so she could whisper in her ear from behind as Sasha’s hands roamed the body of her bitch, fondling the excited Riott with glee. She slid her fingers up Ruby’s sides by way of her abdomen until she reached underneath the tattooed woman’s armpits; encircling and hooking Ruby’s arms behind her back with a single limb, rendering her totally helpless to stop Sasha from pulling down her tight leather crop top and starting to grope her chest freely. “Are you looking forward to the show?” She asked hungrily. “Looking forward to seeing your girlfriends cute butt abused, knowing all the while that it’s your fault?”

Ruby was breathless. Sure, her chest wasn’t the largest but Sasha had spent so long with Ruby as her plaything that she knew exactly how to best treat Ruby’s itty bitty titties. She pinched Ruby’s sensitive nipples, tugging and twisting them, causing gasps and moans to flow from Riott’s mouth at a steady rate. “Yes Mistress…” She groaned.

“Mhmm…I can’t wait to watch it either.” Sasha breathily mumbled. “She always looks so cute when she’s trying to hold it together. An ass that delicious just begs to be spanked though. I’m sure Bianca will find it as a fun as I always do.”

“Huh?” That shook Ruby from the hazy sexual stupor she’d been happily drifting into in her Mistress’s arms. Similarly, Liv was suddenly looking up at Sasha with concern, not sure if she’d misheard.

“That’s “Huh, Mistress Sasha” to you!” Sasha snapped, giving Ruby’s nipple an extra hard twist as before slowly scraping a manicured nail over Riott’s rapidly bruising areola. “And I said that I’m sure Bianca will enjoy Liv’s juicy butt as much as I do. Speaking of Liv, I’d get over there pretty quick if I was you. Wouldn’t want to keep the EST waiting or you’ll find yourself getting the hardEST spanking of your life.”

“Oh, she will be anyway.” Bianca said, entering the conversation for the first time. “I don’t go easy on anyone, especially little brats who made me look like an idiot with their clumsiness.”

Liv’s mouth dropped open. Sasha was strong but Bianca was built like a tank, all muscle and power. She might break Liv in half if she used all her strength. She peered up at her Mistress to plead for mercy but Sasha wasn’t interested. She was having far too much fun leaving rough love bites on an entranced Ruby’s neck as she continued her rough massaging of Liv’s girlfriends’ tits. Liv glanced back and saw Bianca staring at her hungrily. Her heart rate suddenly sped up, pounding blood through her veins as the EST patted her thighs encouragingly, letting Liv know exactly where she’d be perched in a few moments. Liv remembered what Ruby had told her just before they’d came in about proving that they were the best submissives on the roster and she realized that she was going to have to fight through her nerves and submit to the intimidating Belair. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been spanked by plenty of other women than Sasha before. It had just been a while, hence her apprehension.

So, with only minor hesitation, Liv began crawling across the room. She knew better than to try and get to her feet. The EST relaxed, lounging back in her seat as she watched Liv approach with a wide smile. That made Liv feel slightly better as she peered up ahead to her fate. She gave a faint grin back, trying to show Bianca that she was going to be a good girl. Wanting to ensure that Bianca knew just how available she was, she made sure to arch her back and stick her ass high in the air as she crawled, swinging her hips from side to side all the while. Liv was a professional wrestler but she was also a professional slut and she knew exactly how to move her body to provide maximum excitement for the viewer. Eventually she reached her target and Bianca sat forward to inspect her prize.

“Ummm…hi…I…uh…I’m sorry about earlier…” Liv falteringly addressed her temporary domme, unsure of what to expect.

Bianca didn’t respond verbally. The former athlete simply leant down to pinch Liv’s cheeks together, tilting her head up and giving her a thorough examination. A still incredibly nervous Liv held her breath as she was surveyed. She could see Bianca scanning her entire body, assessing what she had to work with. Eventually she came back to look right into Liv’s eyes. Bianca’s dark brown ones dominated the interaction as Liv’s sea green pair of peepers melted under the pressure of the more assertive woman. She blinked and looked down.

“You really are beautiful. I can see why Sasha likes you so much.” Bianca’s overall verdict was a positive one as she could sense from how Liv had wilted under her stare and how she quivered in her grasp that the blonde was scared. The EST was a dominant and powerful top but she wasn’t needlessly cruel as Sasha could be on occasion. She simply viewed herself as superior and enjoyed teaching lesser women their place, believing that everyone was happier when the EST was in command.

“Ha!” Sasha laughed, glancing up from her pawing at Ruby’s body to respond. “Her being beautiful is just a bonus. The reason I like her so much is her peachy ass.”

Bianca chuckled. “Fair enough. It is gorgeous.” She released Liv’s face to reach over the adorable blonde so she could grab two meaty handfuls of that heavenly booty. Ironically, the possessive molestation of her butt made Liv feel far more at home than the compliments had. This she was used to. She hummed softly and contentedly as Bianca groped away joyfully, feeling the flesh of Liv’s bubble butt give way and squish around her fingers.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you.” Bianca told Liv. “I’m going to make this ass mine.” For the first time, she showed a bit of aggression as she raised her palms briefly off Liv’s backside before slapping them back down firmly atop Morgan’s ripe cheeks. Even through her ring gear, the ripple was obvious as Liv’s ass absorbed the impact, bringing a sharp yelp of shock from the blonde’s mouth. Obviously, to Sasha that line was a subtle dig at her which she let slide with a sly grin but to Liv it was a promise that made her pussy tingle in anticipation. She didn’t know why Mistress Sasha was loaning her ass out to Bianca but she was definitely coming around on the idea. Bianca’s hands felt so good as they massaged and fondled her twin globes. She was intrigued to see where this was going, growing into her role of eager slut as she glanced up at Bianca and bit her bottom lip, giving a shy, coquettish grin to the beautiful African American who smirked back.

“Oh, you liked that did you slut?” Bianca teased. “Well, there’s plenty more where that came from babygirl.”

One thing Bianca liked to do when dealing with the smaller women on the roster was pick them up, throw them around and all around womanhandle them. There was something about it that inevitably made inferior women cream themselves silly as she treated them like a little fuckdoll. Liv was no exception as she was lifted up off the ground with Bianca wrapping an arm around her torso in addition to one around her waist. She let out a wild screech of surprise as she was carried up into the air, helplessly flailing as Bianca held her there for a few moments, letting Liv relish in how totally powerless she was in her arms before maneuvering the smaller wrestler around, spinning her so she lay perpendicular to Belair.

Bianca then dropped her from around chest height, causing Liv to land perfectly in place across the EST’s knees, bouncing up on impact. Liv tried to get her breath back after being winded but Bianca was on a roll now as she put one hand across Liv’s back, pinning her down to allow Bianca to aggressively yank down her wrestling shorts and expose her ass to the naked eye for the first time. “Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Bianca crowed happily as she got to see one of the cutest, most perfect asses she’d ever laid eyes on.

In just a few moments, Liv had been turned from eager slut to panting, moaning bitch as Bianca grasped hold of her cheeks again, only much more roughly this time; a fact exacerbated by the removal of the small layer of protection her gear had provided. Bianca’s meaty, powerful fingers dug into her flesh and squeezed firmly. Liv whimpered and moaned pathetically which only seemed to turn Bianca on more. The switch in attitude was jarring. Liv could barely believe this was the same woman who had smiled at her sweetly and told her she was beautiful a few seconds ago.

Sasha was similarly impressed. She’d gotten bored of tormenting Ruby’s tits and now had her bitch stripped fully naked and bent over as Sasha absentmindedly played with Ruby’s pussy from behind, having forbidden Riott from cumming to keep up the theme of punishment. It was a nice easy way of ensuring Ruby learnt her lesson because if Sasha knew one thing, it was that watching Liv’s ass getting mistreated and spanked would have Riott desperate to orgasm. “You see that?” She said admiringly, talking to herself as much as Ruby. “That’s how to treat a slut. I think Liv is enjoying herself, don’t you?”

An already sweaty and excited Ruby looked over at the scene a few yards away. Liv was squirming like a fish out of water as Bianca amused herself by mauling Liv’s ass. She squashed Liv’s buttocks in her palms, manipulating those big, fat spheres of perfection for her own pleasure. She would pull Liv’s cheeks wide apart, briefly and threateningly exposing the anal cavity that those cheeks protected before closing the gap back up in favor of continuing to massage her palms viciously into Liv’s doughy, round booty and digging her fingernails right into those bubble butt cheeks.

Liv was a total wreck. She didn’t know whether she was moaning in pain or pleasure but the glorious mix of both was blatantly obvious to Ruby who watched and grew incredibly jealous and incredibly, incredibly wet.

“Y…Ye…Yes…Mistress.” Ruby gasped, trying to get control of herself. “I think she is.”

“You’re damn right she is.” Sasha laughed. “It must be so hard knowing that you’ll never make her feel that way. That your girlfriend is only ever truly satisfied when it’s another woman than you fucking her.”

Ruby blushed and groaned. As Sasha grew more excited, she was grinding her fingers harder and harder into Ruby’s slit. That, combined with the mocking of Ruby and Liv’s unorthodox relationship was driving her crazy. Sasha noticed her discomfort and laughed. “Of course, I forgot. It isn’t hard for you at all. It turns you on, doesn’t it? I bet seeing her writhe around like that on Bianca’s knees is heaven for a perverted bottom like you…The EST of the WWE owning your girlfriend’s sweet little ass like you never will…Liv will be dreaming of this tonight you know? She’ll be falling asleep in your arms but it’ll be me and Bianca she’s thinking of. Remembering how we fucked her like the disgusting anal slut she is. The way we abused her sexy butt for our own pleasure. Oh yes Ruby, she may be your girlfriend but she’s my fucking property. Just! Like! You!”

Sasha punctuated those last three words with a series of successive hard slaps to Ruby’s moist and tender cunt. Her pussy lips were perfectly bisected by the Boss’s fingers and it practically finished off the green haired wrestler who was still desperately trying to obey Sasha’s order not to cum. She screamed and collapsed to her knees, clutching her crotch and cupping it to protect against any further stimulation which would have her squirting for sure. Sasha just laughed and crouched down to push Ruby’s face forcefully into the floor as she continued the verbal onslaught.

“My god, you’re pathetic!” She heartily laughed, genuine mirth coming from the Boss. “Such a filthy little slut. No wonder Liv comes to me for satisfaction. There’s no way she’s ever getting it from a loser like you.”

Meanwhile, Ruby just moaned weakly as she tried to recover from the mind shattering effort it had taken to prevent her pussy from exploding just then.

Bianca had been enjoying her time fondling Liv’s carnally intoxicating ass cheeks but at the sound of Ruby’s ecstatic yet pained wail, she looked up and saw Sasha chuckling as she crouched by the downed woman, looking like an absolute goddess as she sneered at the inferior slut at her feet. Bianca wasn’t sure what she’d awakened but this definitely wasn’t the Sasha that she’d known over the past few weeks. It scared Bianca a little. There was no hint of mercy in Sasha’s eyes. She was a totally cold-blooded, merciless bitch as she berated Ruby for her inability to provide and satisfy all her lover’s needs. Nonetheless, this was what the EST had asked for. She’d wanted the Boss and now she had her. It was time to keep up or give up and Bianca Belair was no quitter.

Besides in the opinion of Bianca, Sasha had never looked as hot as she did in that moment. Her unique blue hair hung messily around her absurdly hot face that was twisted in a cruel but irresistible smirk as she taunted Ruby relentlessly. Not to mention her body. Holy shit, that body! Sure, from an athletic standpoint it hardly compared to Bianca’s. Neither was Sasha the bustiest. She didn’t have the fattest ass though it was certainly lovely enough. But there was something indescribably sexy about her frame that Bianca struggled to put into words. A sleek and lithe beauty with a rough and tough exterior. Seeing her naked and dominant was reminding Bianca of exactly why she’d lusted after Sasha for so long. She wanted nothing more than to run over, pin her down and ravish the Boss until she was Bianca’s mewling little bitch.

That wasn’t an option right now though so Bianca had to refocus on the one woman she could dominate. Liv may not have realized it but Bianca had been gentle with her so far. That was set to change as Bianca finally let go of her butt for the first time in several minutes. She raised her right hand to the sky. Before bringing it down, she took one last look at Liv’s ass. It looked so damn good. At the moment, it was basically unblemished outside of a few imprints Bianca’s fingers had left, still that lovely tanned bubble butt that the dominant woman had become rapidly infatuated with. She committed the sight to memory because it wouldn’t remain that way for long as she prepared to begin the spanking proper.

“AAAAAHHHHH!” Liv squealed as the first blow came without warning.

“Had you forgotten that you’re meant to be being punished?” Bianca teased. “Because I haven’t forgotten what you did to me earlier. You need to learn that no one messes with the EST without regretting it.”

Liv shuddered. That first slap to her butt had been ferocious. Bianca had mentioned that she didn’t go easy on anyone and Liv was beginning to understand what that meant. Her big hands were like human spanking paddles. Just tailor made to dole out punishment and pain. It was quite obvious that Liv wasn’t her first either. Bianca clearly knew that early on she could afford to take her time, savor the moment by making Liv cringe and tense up in anticipation of a strike, only to make her wait and then to let loose when she was least expecting it. And that was exactly how it went for several minutes. Bianca would torment Liv with extended pauses between sudden explosions of aggression. The petite blonde simultaneously felt as though she never had a moments peace while still having long stretches where all she could do was quiver and tremble as she waited for the next eruption of agony upon her rapidly reddening cheeks.

An eruption wasn’t a bad way to describe it actually. Liv’s butt was beginning to look somewhat volcanic in nature with Bianca’s swats having created a complex web of cascading scarlet rivers that crisscrossed her fleshy round rump. With each landing, Bianca’s palm would unleash a crack that echoed off the locker room walls. Liv was convinced that part of that echo was her cheeks rattling from side to side, clapping against each other venomously as they struggled to absorb the ferocity of Bianca’s booming strikes.

Meanwhile, Bianca remained silent throughout, choosing to soak in the gasps, yelps and sobs from her unfortunate quarry. Some women, particularly those were former tops or yet to be broken fully, liked to try and hold onto their dignity in situations like this. They thought not reacting made them strong. Maybe they were right, Bianca wouldn’t know since she’d never been on that side of things. She did know there was great fun to be had in breaking the will of those that tried such foolishness against her but right now, Belair was finding plenty of pleasure in a totally broken bitch like Liv who didn’t try and pretend this didn’t hurt. That was part of the reason she took her time. She wanted to experience each tantalizing wriggle of Liv’s pint-sized body and admire each jiggle of her contrarily mountainous butt cheeks. It was outrageous that any woman could have an ass that fat and perfect attached to such a cute frame. Bianca almost found herself understanding how Sasha had kept Liv and Ruby to herself for so long. She could totally see herself spending night after night doing unspeakable things to an ass this amazing instead of hunting out new acquisitions if she was in that position.

Once Bianca was suitably happy that all parts of Liv’s ass had at least had a decent taste of her wrath, she stopped the spanking entirely so she could return to the sort of rough groping that had driven Liv mad earlier. This time the effect was even more pronounced. The blonde’s ass was tender and fragile after what it had just gone through, meaning every squeeze from Bianca’s robust and formidably strong palms had her moaning in pain. However, it wasn’t just the feelings of pain that had been heightened. Bianca’s thighs were suddenly slick with sweet, sticky secretions that leaked from Liv’s crotch in waves.

“Oh, you nasty little slut!” Bianca chuckled, “This is meant to be your punishment. Try not to cream yourself too much.”

Liv blushed as Bianca teased her about the giant wet patch she was leaving on the leg of the woman harassing and abusing her ass. It really wasn’t like her to get this aroused during the foreplay, especially not a spanking. Somehow though, Bianca’s distinctive style and rough treatment had her losing all control. Belair made her feel small and powerless. For a bottom bitch like Liv, there was nothing hotter than that.

Sasha was watching and listening in all the while. Once again, she’d moved onto something new with Ruby as Bianca took her time with Liv’s ass. Now, the namesake of the Riott Squad was flat on her back with the Boss sitting on her face. Not just sitting but grinding as she immersed herself in the sights and sounds of Bianca doing a pretty good job punishing Liv. Sasha hated giving credit to other women but even she begrudgingly had to admit that Bianca was proving herself a worthy challenger.

Of course, that begrudging admission was confined to her own mind. Publicly, she had no such obligation. Instead, she laughed at Bianca’s pathetic efforts and called out “No wonder she’s wet, you’ve basically spent the whole time giving her love taps and drooling over her. I’m just waiting for you to start making out in a second.”

“I know you didn’t just challenge me like that!” Bianca snarled back, letting her emotions spill out for a moment before she gathered herself and took a breath. “I…I was just warming up. This is what I can really do.”

With just that as warning, Bianca then began to spank Liv again. Only this time, there were no pauses in between strikes. No, Bianca had taken Sasha’s criticisms personally and was doing everything in her considerable power to dispel them. Her right palm slammed down and crashed into Liv’s cheeks with fresh enthusiasm and force. She was vengeance unleashed as she remembered the embarrassment she’d felt when Liv had sent her tumbling at Sasha’s feet not long ago. She’d been hoodwinked by the slutty moans and magnificently shaped butt of the willing and generous submissive and had probably gone easier on her than she should have. That ended now.

Not only was each smack far more feral and brutish, the EST well and truly broke her silence as she rained down abuse upon the helplessly wailing Liv Morgan. “THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS TO STUPID SLUTS THAT GET IN MY WAY!!! THEY GET PUNISHED!”

Bianca quieted down a little after that first roar but she still had to speak loudly to drown out Liv’s whimpers and cries. “I’m the fucking EST! You get that?! That means that I own you. I own everyone because I’m the bEST…the fucking bEST…and soon everyone will learn to bend over when I say so…Oh yeah, even your Mistress Sasha is gonna end up just like this…just like you! She’ll be crying like a little bitch as she learns who the real boss is…OOOOOHHH IT’S GOING TO BE SO GOOD…!!!” Bianca was starting to get very aroused herself as she waxed lyrical about her dreams of rising to the top of the women’s division and more than anything, rising above the legendary Sasha Banks. It was always going to take something pretty incredible to tear her mind away from the awesomeness of Liv’s booty but picturing Sasha in that position was certainly one way for Bianca to become completely enchanted. She was barely even looking at Liv anymore truth be told. Her eyes were half closed as she tried to imagine that it was Sasha howling in pain as Bianca exerted her dominance over her.

She certainly had plenty of distressed squeals to work with for that task. Liv cried. Legitimately cried. Tears and everything. This was another level to that which she’d experienced before. Bianca was now relentless with her spanking which was what Liv had feared earlier. She squirmed around uselessly on Bianca’s knees as her poor bottom was utterly annihilated by the EST’s strikes. Bianca was using every bit of her strength and Liv could barely cope. And yet…she could still feel a little pleasure somewhere deep down under the layers of agony. She wasn’t sure if it was the spanking itself or the dirty talk as Bianca continued to scream about how she owned Liv’s ass but whatever the reason, Liv was wet.

As that dirty talk progressed onto Bianca’s dream of bending over Mistress Sasha, Liv squirmed uncomfortably for an altogether different reason. Could Bianca top Sasha? It seemed blasphemous to even contemplate the idea. Mistress Sasha had been so good to her and Ruby. Liv had a hard time picturing her submitting. But…Bianca was so strong. Liv imagined being owned by the EST instead. She imagined this sort of power Bianca was showing being used to bury a strap on deep inside her rectum. She got even wetter. Maybe…Maybe Bianca could. It wouldn’t be so bad would it? Then Liv shook her head in disgust at herself. No. Mistress Sasha was the best. The hottest, most dominant and best top Liv had ever known. There was no way she’d give in to a brute like Bianca.

Even as Liv rededicated herself silently to Sasha, the Boss herself was stunned as she gazed at the scene unfolding in front of her. She’d been impressed with Bianca before but that had been more of a professional appreciation at the EST’s dominance. What she was witnessing now had her feeling things that went beyond clinical admiration and strayed terrifyingly close to envy as Bianca demonstrated her muscles weren’t all for show but could be used to batter a butt black and blue with insane efficiency. Every single blow brought fresh screams from Liv that reverberated off the walls of the locker room with almost the same ominousness that the sound of flesh smacking flesh did.

Of course, the most ominous sounds of all were the words spilling from Bianca’s mouth, the ones that threatened her status as Alpha female of the locker room. Of all the potential rivals Sasha had for that role, none seemed anywhere near the threat that Bianca did right now. She was the full package. This was a different side to the usually calm and collected EST. This was a fiery and angry top that made Sasha very nervous. For the first time, Sasha had a brief wobble as she imagined herself being on the receiving end of treatment like that. Imagined Bianca’s hands blasting into her butt, making her scream and shriek like a little bitch.

All of a sudden, she was regretting that she’d ordered Ruby to pleasure her. The combination of that talented tongue lapping at her cunt and the dark images populating her brain was not ideal. Sasha knew all too well that any association between pleasure and submission could be devastating to her more than any other top on the roster. She was forever walking a tightrope between self-assured, feisty domme and eager, slutty submissive which made moderation an impossibility. She had to be one or the other and Bianca was making her tip the wrong way right now.

That needed correcting so the Boss tore her eyes and ears away from the scene going on nearby and pivoted her attention to Ruby. She needed to find words and actions of her own to get back on track. That wasn’t too hard for Sasha, especially the words part. She prided herself on her ability to launch blistering verbal beatdowns and she entered into one right then with vigorous passion, trying to drown out Bianca and Liv single handedly.

“Fucking eat me you stupid slut! Get that tongue deep in my pussy whore! Ahhhhh fuckkk yeahhhhh! This is where you belong. Being a good little rug munching cunt for your Mistress…Keep fucking going and you’ll get what you want. You’ll get my cum filling your slutty throat. Yeah, you like the sound of that, don’t you? You want your Mistresses juices in your mouth. You want to taste a real woman’s cum for a change. Ohhh yeahhh, I’m sure Liv’s pussy tastes good but it’s not the same, is it? No, a dirty dyke cunt like you needs a dominant woman like me to show you your place. Well here it is…This is your place. Satisfying me…AAAAAHHHHH…!!!” Sasha’s voice hit new heights as Ruby’s tongue briefly caressed her clit. “OOOOHHHHH NOW YOU’RE GETTING THERE! C’MON YOU STUPID BITCH! YOU KNOW WHAT I LIKE. THAT’S ALL YOU SHOULD BE CARING ABOUT…! MAKE YOUR MISTRESS HAPPY LIKE A GOOD SLAVE BITCH!!!”

Meanwhile, Ruby was having the time of her life. Sasha was bouncing up and down on her face like Ruby regularly did on the Boss’s cock. She struggled to even keep her tongue attached to her Mistress’s cunt as the back of her head was roughly slammed into the carpeted floor of the locker room with each downward thrust of Sasha’s hips. Riott enjoyed the challenge though as she grabbed hold of Sasha’s thighs and buried her face so far inside her Mistresses love box that she couldn’t breathe. Her tongue tried futilely to maintain some form of a steady rhythm against the wild, bucking hips of Sasha but that didn’t really matter. She could tell from Sasha’s screams that just like Ruby herself, she was getting all the pleasure she wanted and more. Those screams were making Ruby nearly as wet as her tongue was making Sasha. Her Mistress knew all about her love of being demeaned and reduced to a helpless fucktoy for another woman’s pleasure and she was demonstrating why she was the best at fulfilling those fantasies.

The locker room rang with the combined dirty talk of Bianca and Sasha and the combined screams of pain and pleasure from Morgan and Banks respectively. They weren’t being discreet as the Boss and the EST were in worlds of their own, solely dedicated to dominating their prey. However, both were still acutely aware of the others existence, feeling a pressure to deliver on their promises. And from the perspective of Liv and Ruby, they most certainly were.

Finally, after several minutes Sasha succumbed to the skilled tongue of the enthusiastic slut between her legs as she clenched her thighs together and rode Ruby’s head violently through a very satisfying orgasm.

She glanced up just in time to see Bianca give one last fearsome thwack to the rear of Sasha’s blonde bitch before she caught her eye and both mutually seemed to recognize that they’d reached a natural stopping point. Wordlessly, Bianca shoved Liv off her and had to hold back a smile when Liv yelped and groaned as her sorely abused ass crashed into the floor.

“So….” She then said to Sasha, who got up to slightly unsteady legs after that powerful climax. “You mind if I stick around for some fun? I think Liv could do with some TLC after what I just did to her and I don’t mean the wrestling kind.”

“I’ll have Liv back actually.” Sasha announced. “You’ve had your chance to punish her. I want to be the one to fuck her ass.”

Bianca frowned. That was a shame. She’d been looking forward to sliding her strap on between Liv’s tantalizing butt cheeks.

“Ah, don’t look so sad…” Sasha pouted sarcastically. “I’ll let you have Ruby and she’s plenty good, trust me.” The Boss glanced down to where Ruby was still panting deliriously and trying to recover from the brutal smothering facesit that Sasha had just applied. Banks showed no sympathy though as she delivered a sharp kick to Ruby’s side. “Hey, that’s enough laying around you lazy cunt! Bianca here doesn’t seem to think your ass is worth it...Why don’t you go and show her what an amazing butt slut you can be?”

Ruby roused herself then as she forced her exhausted body into action, rolling onto her front so she could begin crawling over to Bianca. “Yes, Mistress Sasha.” She happily grinned, as she thought to herself that she’d show this wannabe that Ruby was way too much for her to handle.

Ironically considering her particular kinks, Ruby wasn’t like Liv or the majority of other WWE bottoms that viewed themselves as inferior to those blessed with natural authority. She had actually managed to preserve most of her self-respect through all the brutal fucking and domination. Yes, she’d bottom for and submit to quite literally anyone because she was hopelessly addicted to getting her ass pounded and being treated like a worthless piece of fucktrash made her pussy wetter than a raincloud. However, that didn’t mean she didn’t have standards.

Ruby must’ve been fucked by nearly the entire roster at one point or another and although every time she had found enjoyment, she could count on one hand the number of women that had topped her better than she had bottomed for them. After seeing and listening to Bianca abuse her girlfriend’s perfect butt so brutally, Ruby wasn’t feeling particularly inclined to let the EST join that exclusive club of women Ruby viewed as genuinely superior to her.

On her way over to Bianca, Ruby had the pleasure of passing Liv who had been sent the other way towards Sasha in exchange. The two glanced at each other and grinned. While they’d both had fun until now, this next bit was when they truly came into their own. Years of being stuffed silly by dozens of women had made them capable of taking the hardest, most brutal anal assaults. The sort of butt banging action that would leave lesser bottoms sore for weeks was just another day for them and they were proud of it.

Ruby considered grabbing Liv for a quick kiss but she didn’t know how well that would go down with Mistress Sasha. If they’d been alone, she might’ve risked it but she didn’t want to make Sasha look bad in front of Bianca. She sensed the undercurrent of tension between the two and had heard the threats from the EST just as well as everyone else. Ruby was loyal to a fault once she connected with someone and while that connection to Sasha wasn’t exactly the most loving or reciprocal, she wasn’t about to let Bianca wander in here and show up her Mistress. That was just another reason why Riott felt an intense desire and responsibility to demonstrate that the EST wasn’t the dominant force of nature she pretended to be.

Once the two bottoms reached their new partner, Sasha and Bianca briefly locked eyes once more.

“You got a dildo or am I going to have to lend you one of mine?” Sasha asked as she turned to her locker and began rummaging around for her preferred weapon of choice.

“Nah, I’m good.” She heard Bianca coolly respond. Sasha shrugged and kept searching until she found her favorite 10 inch monster cock and gleefully span around to show it off.

“Woah…” Sasha let out an embarrassing murmur of appreciation. Bianca had been faster to find her strap on and was already in the process of stepping into the harness. Bianca’s speed wasn’t what Sasha had found so impressive though. No, that would be the sheer size of the tool Bianca was currently fastening around her hips. Length wise, it wasn’t dissimilar to Sasha’s own. Where it distinguished itself was with its huge girth. It was unbelievably thick. Sasha felt her butthole twitch as she imagined the sort of damage it could do…the sort of gape it’d leave. The color didn’t help either. Sasha loved her bright blue behemoth but be it a result of porn culture and stereotypes or whatever, there was something extra jaw dropping when looking at a big black cock of the sort that Bianca owned.

“Like what you see…?” Bianca was smiling teasingly as she saw Sasha’s eyes hover over her pride and joy. “Feel free to get down on your knees and take a closer look.”

Sasha shook her head and grumbled. “Big dick doesn’t mean shit unless you know how to use it.” She was frustrated at herself for showing weakness to the ascendant top who she so desperately needed to put back in her place. It seemed to keep happening. Just as she thought she was getting somewhere back to her best, Bianca would pull her back closer to the dark maelstrom of complex emotions that had forever dogged her career…the ones she needed to leave in the past to forge her new path as a total Alpha. Nonetheless, Sasha wasn’t panicking just yet. Not with what was coming. Once she saw Liv’s asshole speared by her own massive prick, it would become clear just who the superior woman was.

“I agree.” Bianca nodded thoughtfully. “It’s important to learn how to use your assets and Sasha…you have the cutest little ass. I can’t wait to show you exactly how it’s meant to be used.”

Bianca was getting bolder and Sasha hated every second of it. “Please…” She scoffed. “I want to see you use Ruby’s ass properly first.”

“You actually want to watch me in action now?” Bianca asked with a snigger. “You trying to see how a real top fucks or are you just looking for a preview of what’s coming for you?”

Sasha cursed. “You fucking bitch! I don’t need tips from a second rate top like you. But hey, if you’re so confident, why don’t you put your money where your mouth is?”

That seemed to catch the interest of Bianca who asked, “What’d you have in mind?”

“Simple.” Sasha shot back. “First one to get their bitch to cum wins. Loser kisses the winner’s ass.”

“Huh…I like the idea…” Bianca confessed. “But really Sasha…you don’t think I’m that stupid do you…? Liv was about ready to squirt all over me a second ago whereas Ruby is probably still trying to wash the taste of your stinky cunt out of her mouth. I’m at a pretty big disadvantage here.”

“Ruby loves my pussy so trust me, she’ll be ready to go but if you insist, the first round of orgasms can be a warm up.” Sasha sought to resolve the issue. “Then we both start fresh and see who the best is for real.”

That was acceptable to Bianca who agreed and the twin tops readied themselves for their task.

Sasha grinned at her bitch. It wasn’t a totally sincere grin but it was about as kind a one as Liv had ever received from her Mistress. “You know what I want from you Liv.” Sasha said. “I want you to be the sluttiest, easiest, dirtiest whore that you can be. You can do that for me…can’t you?”

A simple question had never sounded quite so threatening but Liv didn’t care. She’d been waiting for this. This was her opportunity to shine. To prove to Sasha that she was the best submissive around. The biggest anal slut on the roster. The perfect bitch. She nodded eagerly. “Yes, Mistress Sasha. I’ll be a good girl. My butt is so ready to be fucked by the true Alpha female of the WWE.”

Meanwhile, Bianca wasn’t having quite so much success in eliciting a similar reaction from Ruby. The tatted up bottom smiled at Bianca just like Liv did at Sasha but Ruby’s grin was one of overly saccharine sarcasm as she defiantly provoked the EST. “I’m used to getting fucked by a proper top by the way so don’t feel bad if it takes you a while to get me to cum.”

The challenge shocked Bianca. After the pushover that Liv had been, she hadn’t expected anything else from the other member of the Riott Squad. “I’m sorry…what did you just say to me?”

“Look, it’s nothing personal.” Ruby apologized. “I can’t wait to get fucked by you. I’m sure you’ll do a great job…just y’know…not as good a job as Sasha.”

Bianca paused. Her face unreadable for a brief moment before she grinned and nodded. “Ok Ruby I see how it is. You’re loyal to your top. That’s exactly what I’d expect…But don’t for one second think that means I’m not going to make you pay for disrespecting the EST like you just did. Oh no, you’re about to get the most savage butt fucking you’ve ever gotten, I’m going to slam your whore ass so fucking hard that Sasha will never be able to satisfy you again. Every single time she tries, you’ll remember me and you’ll realize that the Boss is a fraud playing at being a top. Because she’s not the EST. She’s just like all those other fake bitches that can’t compete.”

There it was again. Bianca messing with Sasha. Ruby frowned and snarled back. “You don’t know what you’re talking about Bianca! Sasha is ten times the top you are. I can’t wait for her to put you in your place so I can laugh when you’re bent over and serving the Boss as an anal whore just like me.”

“Is that right?” Bianca responded. “We’ll see if you still have the same faith in your Mistress when I’m wrecking your sorry excuse for an ass.”

“My ass is way too much for someone like you to handle.” Ruby promised impetuously.

“Prove it then instead of stalling.” Bianca warned, getting tired of playing games. “Shut your mouth, turn around and spread your cheeks for me slut.”

Ruby scowled and refused to drop her gaze for just a second too long before her horniness took over. She span around on her hands and knees and began lowering her head to the ground, bottom half suddenly very visible and vulnerable as Bianca’s eyes lit up. Was Ruby’s ass as curvy or juicy as Liv’s? No. But that didn’t make her asshole itself any less cute as the proud bottom submitted to Bianca’s demands and reached back to pull her cheeks apart and expose her most private of entrances.

The sight ignited the EST as she sprung into life, practically jumping on Ruby and riding her back. As well as Belair, Riott suddenly had to contend with the sinister weight of a heavy fake cock that scraped and pressed perilously into her lower back. Bianca’s hands rested atop Ruby’s making sure she held those cheeks wide while the dominant black woman growled ruthlessly in her ear, “That’s a good bitch. You can say whatever the hell you like but you can’t deny your true nature. You’re a little loser slut who gets off on spreading her cheeks for superior women. And I’m the most superior of all. I’m the EST and that applies everywhere Ruby. I am going to fuck you like the nasty, skank you are. You’re going to be nothing but a puddle of juices when I’m through with you girl. Just a puddle of juices that will beg to serve the EST for the rest of her miserable life.”

Bianca’s words sent a shiver down Ruby’s spine. Quite apart from the content which definitely pushed all of Ruby’s buttons, the proclamation was confidently spoken in a deeply guttural and menacing tone. Bianca truly believed every word she was saying and that surety bred a hint of doubt in the mind of Riott. Belair had already shown she was a top. But Ruby had met plenty of tops. Not many of them were gifted enough to cause such a visceral reaction in her core without even having to enter her backdoor. Ruby idly wondered if she’d bitten off more than she could chew here. She doubted it but it was a fun little thought.

Still, there was a slight waver to her voice as she replied, “Do it then. Give me your best shot.”

Sasha had listened and smiled throughout the back and forth. Despite her irrepressible craving for cock up her butt, Ruby was one fiery bitch and Sasha knew from firsthand experience that truly taming her was a tough ask. Even after quite literally begging Sasha to take her and Liv as her own personal bitches, Ruby had insisted on pushing boundaries until Sasha had proved herself capable of properly dominating the duo. Which she had done. She was the Boss and future Alpha female of the entire company after all but Ruby had held onto a spark of defiance for far longer than Sasha could’ve possibly imagined.

In Sasha’s humble opinion, it had been a stroke of genius to pair her with Bianca in anticipation of making this challenge.

With Bianca finally managing to coax the stubborn bottom into position, Sasha looked over at her. “You good?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Ready to teach you and this rude cunt who the bEST is.” Bianca whipped her hand across Ruby’s cheeks hard with Riott only just about managing to prevent a yelp escaping her lips.

“Bring it on bitch.”

It wasn’t the most sophisticated or original of trash talk from either of them but they were past the point of fancy wordplay. It was time for action.

Neither bothered with lube. Sasha had been tempted but it’d have only held up proceedings more and she was itching to get started. Besides, she knew Liv wouldn’t need it given the number of times her ass had been stuffed. Meanwhile, Bianca was on a mission to utterly destroy Ruby’s backdoor and wasn’t about to let her off easy. So, those first few seconds as Sasha and Bianca grasped the hips of their targets and pushed forward were characterized by intense whimpers and groans. Two assholes slowly but surely caving into the relentless pressure from two giant cocks.

As promised, Bianca was the more aggressive to begin. She took great delight in using her strength to shove inch after inch of plastic cock into Ruby’s anus. She thrust her hips forward in short but violent bursts, disrupting Ruby’s attempts to control her breathing as she groaned and panted and fought the instinct to clench her cheeks together around the giant dildo ramming itself inside her rectum. While Sasha had been stunned at the mere sight of Bianca’s chunky strap on earlier, Ruby had been intrigued more than anything. It wasn’t often she saw a cock that made her do a double take and she really wasn’t sure how it was going to feel inside her.

She was getting that answer now though and the answer was sore, painful and so unbelievably full. Even the asshole of a pro like Ruby had its limits and Bianca seemed determined to find and ignore them as she ploughed on regardless of the resistance put up against her. She held Ruby steady as the usually unflappable bottom squirmed and subconsciously tried to save her ass from the invading monstrosity by wriggling forward. More and more of the dildo kept coming though. It was inescapable.

“Hyanghhhhh…Ohhhh shitttttttt…fffffuckkkk…” Ruby hadn’t wanted to give Bianca the satisfaction of hearing her moan so early but she didn’t have a choice. She needed an outlet to comprehend the torturous violation her asshole was being subjected to. She slapped her palms against the ground in another coping mechanism when Bianca gave an especially powerful pump of the hips and jammed another sizeable portion of cock into her at once.

That seemed to amuse Bianca. “Uh uh! You can’t tap out in here Ruby.” She chortled. “This isn’t the ring. There’s no referee and there’s no one coming to save you. Your ass is mine!”

“Fuuu…ffffuucckk…you!” Ruby grunted. “This all you’ve got?”

“Mhmmmm still got some fire in you I see.” Bianca happily teased. “But that doesn’t matter. I’m still only what? Like a little more than halfway there?”

“Hhhaaa…Halfway…?” Ruby murmured, that couldn’t be right. She knew Bianca’s cock hadn’t fully penetrated her but she’d have guessed it was at least three quarters in.

“That’s right. C’mon Ruby, I expected better from you. Thought you were meant to be this mega slut but looks like you can’t handle the EST after all.”

Bianca directly dealt a blow to Ruby’s pride there and it hurt. She wasn’t about to take that. No way. Gritting her teeth, Riott began to demonstrate the qualities that made her one of the premier butt sluts in WWE history. She pushed through the pain in her ass to push her hips back, to push them deeper onto the colossal cock that was ripping her ass open. She found that happy place where the pain and pleasure mixed together into an orgasmic blend of extreme and raw sensitivity. The discomfort hadn’t gone away at all but Ruby was starting to relish in it, the absurd size of Bianca’s massive tool only enhancing her experience as her moans took on a new, more euphoric quality.

To her credit, Bianca sensed the change, slowing down in order to let Ruby go to work. There was no reason to keep doing everything herself. Not when she had turned a previously reluctant bottom into a compliant and eager one in no time at all. Instead, she enjoyed the glorious sight of her strap on being swallowed up by Ruby’s needy butt.

“Now that’s better.” She hummed. “Bounce that ass on my cock like a good bitch. You know this is what you want.”

Next to them, things were proceeding in a much more sedate manner. Sasha and Liv were working in perfect harmony. Sasha’s hips smoothly surged forward, sliding her dick back and forth, progressing deeper into her bitch’s butt with each thrust. It wasn’t as quick and it wasn’t as vicious as Bianca’s technique but it was no less effective. Sasha knew that she could afford to gradually build into a full on anal pummeling so there was something almost loving and tender about her actions as she eased Liv into things.

Liv would’ve been thankful for whatever speed so long as it involved her ass being fucked but she appreciated the gentle beginnings, knowing that it’d only make the subsequent escalation more special. She whimpered joyfully as her fairly loose ass began to rediscover its born purpose; her back passage being thoroughly reamed for the first time since that morning when she’d slammed a handheld dildo up her ass and fucked herself to an orgasm in the knowledge that she’d be seeing Sasha later on.

Sasha lazily thrust away as she got ready for the real race that was set to start when Ruby and Liv had their first orgasm. In the meantime, Sasha decided to properly look down and inspect Liv’s ass. She wasn’t that interested in seeing it jiggle pleasantly against her thighs or cherishing how Liv’s hole stretched and engulfed her cock. She’d seen that all before. What she was interested in was the almighty redness of Morgan’s cheeks. Bianca had really done a number on her bitch. Sasha winced as she spied the telltale dark blots that indicated some serious bruising under the surface that would become more obvious over the next few days. She was lucky Liv was such a resilient and masterfully well trained bitch and anal whore. The perky blonde shaken the pain off fairly well, choosing to focus on the new pleasure Sasha was providing instead. Although Sasha did still notice a startled gasp of discomfort when her thighs slapped against Liv’s buttocks for the first time. That made Sasha angry. Sure, she’d given Bianca permission to punish Liv but there was a limit to these things. Bianca had taken advantage of her goodwill and gone too far. Sasha looked forward to punishing her for that. She’d make sure that Liv’s current discomfort paled in comparison to what the EST would go through on her way to becoming the Boss’s bitch.

The prospect of revenge was strangely calming. Sasha began to plot exactly how she’d bring down the overconfident rookie, feeling an enormous sense of contentment in the process, all while maintaining a steady pace as she fucked her slut’s gorgeous ass to the background noise of Liv’s gratified moans.

She was shaken from those plans far too soon by a loud grunt. She glanced over. Bianca had tired of watching Ruby at work and was pounding away hard again. Much harder than Sasha and it was successfully arousing the dark lusts and fantasies of the degenerate slut that was Ruby Riott. While Bianca’s power and dominance had impressed and intimidated her earlier, now Sasha had built up somewhat of an immunity. Instead, she thought with a calmer, more critical head. Bianca was strong but big bodies require a lot of energy to keep moving and Belair was showing some of her inexperience here. There was no need to go hell for leather so soon. Sasha had Ruby to thank for a fair bit of that rashness as her goading had worked a treat. The strain of working so hard was evident on Bianca’s face as a small bead of sweat trickled down her brow.

Of course, the determination on Bianca’s visage was nothing compared to the look of shock and jubilation on Ruby’s face. Mouth agape, she cried out and squealed in pure pleasure. Her eyes practically rolled into the back of her head. Her features were twisted into a picture of absolute bliss. Even in her newfound Zen state, that sparked a little frustration in Sasha. Bianca’s monumentally brutal fucking was clearly providing the bottom with overwhelming pleasure, making her reach a level of ecstasy that the physically weaker Sasha had only given Ruby on a handful of occasions. Occasions that had left Banks totally spent.

“Not so fucking chatty anymore, are you Ruby?” Bianca yelled, seemingly still with energy to spare as she kept hammering away and trying to break Ruby’s resistance. “Why don’t you tell me more about how Sasha so much better than me…? No…? That’s what I thought.”

The reason she didn’t hear much coherence in response was that Ruby was so overwhelmed by the beefy strap on ruining and rearranging her insides, that she barely knew where she was and she sure as hell wasn’t listening to a word Bianca was saying. Not that that really mattered to the EST. She wasn’t the only one who needed to hear it.

Sasha was forced to watch Bianca fuck her bitch to an orgasm of titanic proportions, unable to tear her eyes away. Ruby’s entire body suddenly locked up, frozen in place as she felt an unforgettable climax rip through her, cum squirting from her cunt relentlessly. This was unreal. She truly was nothing more than an anal stress toy for Bianca who never paused for a second, continuing to slam her shitter with no mercy. Ruby wasn’t even sure that the EST had noticed her cumming. She was too obsessed with wrecking Ruby’s asshole and turning the previously defiant bottom into her submissive anal bitch.

The orgasm drunk Riott was actually upset and angry with her Mistress when Sasha interrupted and shook Bianca from whatever dreamy plane of existence she had been inhabiting. “Hey! Hey! HEEEEYYYYY!” The Boss screamed until she got the attention of her rival. “I thought the whole point was that we’re meant to be starting from scratch. She’s done. Now you stop and wait for me.”

Bianca scowled, pissed off that she’d been interrupted just as she’d been getting close to an orgasm herself but Sasha was right. She regretfully had to slow down, decreasing the speed of her fucking until she stopped with the full length of her strap on inside Ruby’s butt. “Fine.” She reluctantly agreed, “But you’d better hurry up cos your girl Ruby here...I think she’s starting to change her mind about who the real boss bitch is between us.”

That made both Sasha and Ruby’s cheeks turn red. Sasha’s more obviously from anger. Ruby’s from embarrassment as the events and consequences of past few minutes began to set in. She’d tried all the cocky backtalk as she sought to undermine Bianca for the sake of Liv and Sasha but had soon been totally lost to the overwhelming strength and dominance of the EST. It wounded her ego to have been so easily controlled. Bianca had been far better than she’d expected. As she rested there, still impaled on Bianca’s cock, she flexed her sphincter around the mammoth girth of the dildo. It had been deep inside her for quite a while now and Ruby still could hardly comprehend how quickly Bianca had managed to get it in so quickly.

Meanwhile, there was a new incentive to speed up for the Boss. Sasha didn’t want to give Bianca time to recover after exerting so much energy on that warm up. She needed Liv to cum and cum quick. Thankfully, Sasha knew her bitches well and she knew exactly how to spark an instant reaction. The teasing, languid strokes of her strap on were abandoned. She began to saw her fake cock confidently in and out of that delightfully inviting ass with Liv responding to the increased pace with typical elation.

“Oooooh fuck…thank you Mistress.” Liv mumbled deliriously. “Fuck my slutty ass. Use me like the worthless anal cunt I am…ooooh shiiiiiiittt! My butt is yours Mistress…all yours. Oh my god, it feels so gooood…!”

Sasha barely gave the overjoyed bottom a moment to get used to the new normal though, reaching forward to grab hold of her hair. Those blonde locks were wrapped around her fist and Sasha jerked her hand and by extension, Liv’s head back maliciously. That stopped Liv from carrying on with her irrelevant chatter, replacing it with pained whinnies and stifled moans. Sasha stepped into the breach and began to fill the gap with dirty talk of her own as she continued to slam her cock harder and harder into Liv’s ass while still maintaining rhythm and control.

“Shut up Morgan!” She growled, not even dignifying Liv with her first name. Sasha found that could be just as dehumanizing and humiliating as any insult or slur. Not that she had anything against insults or slurs as she soon proved. “Your job isn’t to talk and tell me that I own your ass. I know I own your ass. You’re nothing but a no good, dyke cunt whose only value is what a good fucking anal whore you are. This fat, juicy ass is the only reason I keep you around. Not your fucking conversational skills. You get that? I don’t care if I’m making you feel good right now. I care that you’re making me feel good. Because let me tell you, it feels good to know that no matter what happens, I’ll never be as disgustingly weak and pathetic as you.”

Liv whimpered. There had to be something seriously wrong with her because there was no way she should be so turned on by this. Sasha was uncompromisingly evil. But she fucked Liv so well. Every single thrust was just right. Never too hard. Never too soft. Every inward push would bottom out perfectly in the depths of her ass before the subsequent extraction would leave her feeling so empty that she’d be desperate for the cock to return to fill her bowels once more. The hand in her hair kept her pinned and helpless. Sasha would yank back on that makeshift handle at the beginning of each thrust to ensure maximum penetration every time.

It didn’t take long at all before Liv was ready to explode. “Unghhhh…” She moaned. “…Ooooohahhhhhh…I…I…need to cum Mistress. Please let your little dyke cunt cum.” Liv was pleading desperately. Often Sasha would make her hold back at this point, getting a sadistic thrill out of refusing Liv the chance for release for as long as possible but today, she needed to make a statement.

“Go on then.” Sasha barked. “Show me what a filthy slut you are.”

Liv didn’t need inviting twice. “THANK YOUUUUUU MISTRESS!” She howled as the pleasure washed over her. She’d never get bored of this. Not as long as she lived.

Once Liv had finished erupting her juices all over the floor, Sasha turned to the real target of her frustrations. Bianca had been watching in silence but broke that to nod at Banks. “Not bad Sasha. Not bad at all…I mean you took your time but I’ll forgive you because that was hot to watch.”

“Of course it was hot, I was in it.” Sasha snorted. She then glanced down past Bianca to issue a threat. “Ruby, just so you know, if you cum first again and lose me this competition, I’m going lock you in a chastity belt for a month and make you watch me fuck every single girl on Smackdown without ever getting to cum, understood?”

Ruby’s eyes widened and her heart sunk. The Boss wasn’t in the business of empty promises. She nodded and promised. “Yes, Mistress Sasha. I won’t cum first agaiiiii…oooohhhh!”

Her promise was interrupted when Bianca grabbed two handfuls of ass flesh and gyrated her already deeply buried cock around inside the depths of Ruby’s rectum, grinding the thick member against the walls of her anal passage. “Sorry Rubes but we don’t need to listen to you anymore. The big girls are talking…Now Sasha, let’s not be mean. Just think about what she’s been through. She’s had weeks of you trying to fool her into thinking she’s serving the Boss when she’s actually bottoming for a closet butt slut herself. Poor girl. Of course, she’s going to cum first again. She’s finally getting her ass pounded by the greatEST, realEST and bEST top in the WWE.”

Sasha spluttered angrily. Bianca had reached right inside her brain and torn out her biggest insecurity. Her hidden desires. The urge to bottom. “Y…You…You…”

“Yeah me.” Bianca grinned. “You think I don’t know? I can see it in your eyes. Deny it all you like Sasha but I know you’re just as much of a dyke bimbo as either of them. Probably an even bigger one. Repressing your nature will do that. To be honest, it’s impressive you’ve managed to fool everyone for so long. I see you though. I know what you are.”

Sasha laughed but it sounded weak even to her. Bianca was staring at her confidently, never breaking eye contact. “You think you’re the first person to try and break me?” Sasha said quietly.

“No, I bet that plenty have tried to own that cute little butt of yours but I’m going to be the first to succeed.” Bianca promised.

“Nope.” Sasha said. Then paused for a long moment as she looked away. She looked down at Liv’s asshole as it quivered and jiggled around her cock. Part of that shaking came from Liv herself who was straining to look around and see what was up with her Mistress. The sight of that sweet butthole straining to cope with her strap on was intoxicating and Sasha felt renewed. “Nope.” She said again, more confidently. “Better women than you have tried. Charlotte Flair. Becky Lynch. Asuka. They all fucked me.”

It seemed weird to admit to that out loud. It wasn’t like it was a secret. Entire locker rooms of women had seen the evidence but Sasha had tried to ignore and forget her past for too long. Admittedly, she still didn’t mention some of her more…embarrassing moments when much lesser women had their turn with her ass. There was no need to overshare.

She reestablished her stare down with Bianca. “And you’re right. I loved it. I was their little lesbo slut. I absolutely adored having my butt fucked. I craved the sensation of a massive girl cock wrecking my ass…But I still ended up here. Because the truth that no one wants to admit, even me…is that everyone who’s ever bottomed has loved it. It feels amazing to have your ass turned into another woman’s fuck chute. To be helpless to do anything but scream and beg to cum, knowing you’re totally at their mercy. It’s quite the rush…What truly matters though is that you like topping more. Love seeing another woman’s asshole stretch and gape around your cock more. Like I do.” Sasha managed a smile then, cockily baring her teeth at Bianca in a predatory grin. “See, I was just like you when I left NXT. Total anal virgin. I thought I was unbeatable…I wasn’t. I thought I couldn’t possibly enjoy submitting…I could. I thought it’d be easy to return to dominating…It wasn’t. But I did. I did because I am a top. Something I’m going to prove when I turn you into my fat ass anal whore and fuck you so hard that unlike me, you never even dream of putting on a strap on again!”

Bianca hadn’t been expecting such a candid and honest response from Sasha. “Wait! What are you doing?” She demanded hesitantly as Sasha reached down and claimed a firm grip on Liv’s hair again, arching the back of her fucktoy who cried out happily as her ass once again felt the unimaginable bliss of being the sole focus of Sasha Banks and her savage fucking. The Boss sacrificed some of her earlier poise for a primal, hardcore anal pounding that belied her frustration with herself for allowing Bianca to consistently get to her and target her weaknesses.

“I’m bored of you pretending you’re worthy of my time.” Sasha snarled. “I want to get this over with so you can learn your place.”

On the back foot all of a sudden, the EST rushed to make up ground. While Sasha bent Liv’s back one way, Bianca chose the other with Ruby. She got up on her haunches and pressed one hand between the bottom’s shoulder blades and the other against her cheek, pinning her to the ground and mashing her face into the carpet. Bianca’s fucking was brutal then even by her standards. She didn’t allow Riott a second to catch her breath before jackhammering her strap on as hard as she could into Ruby’s butt.

Neither Sasha or Bianca talked after that. There was no time. They were singularly obsessed with making their partner cum their brains out.

Ruby and Liv talked though. Well not talked as such…more screamed.

Liv couldn’t remember a time Sasha had ever fucked her so hard. A rare intensity had been reached, spurred on by Bianca’s threats. “OOOOOHHHHH SHIIIIT!!! YES, JUST LIKE THAT, OH FUCKKKKKK!”

She’d been warned earlier about overstepping the mark with her cries so Liv mostly just swore and screamed and howled in rapturous cacophonies of pleasure as her ass was stretched and stuffed by her Mistress. It was like all her nerve endings were suddenly about twenty times more sensitive. Every slight twitch of Sasha’s cock inside her sent euphoric bundles of joy flooding through her body. And Sasha was doing a lot more than twitching most of the time.

Meanwhile, the slightly freer to talk Ruby was taking full advantage. She’d spent the entire time since her first orgasm tightening and loosening her anal walls around the cock inside her, getting used to how it felt. If she hadn’t, she doubted she’d have been sane enough to muster much more than incoherent wailing as with her initial fucking. Now, with a little more control over herself, her yells were more obstinate and mutinous than Liv’s. She had a reputation to uphold as the toughest bottom on the roster and that was a name she fully intended to live up to. She owed it to her Mistress to not let Bianca get the better of her once again.

“UGHHH…I WISH I WAS LIV RIGHT NOW!” She taunted. “GETTING FUCKED BY A REAL TOP IS SOOOO MUCH BETTER!”

Now, Ruby’s motives were far from purely altruistic. She knew full well that she was only encouraging Bianca to work harder and to take her ass even more unrelentingly, with even more force. She’d be lying if she said that didn’t factor into her thinking. Truthfully, Ruby wasn’t sure who she’d rather be anymore. If you’d asked her before this who the best top she knew was, it would’ve been Sasha hands down. Not even close. But Bianca was already making her reconsider and she’d only been fucking Ruby for a grand total of like ten minutes. She was so powerful. Her strap on was probably the thickest Ruby had ever taken but it felt like it was going the furthest too. It burrowed between her ass cheeks and shredded her insides in the most incredible way.

Her pussy hadn’t even dried from the last astronomical explosion of cum that had spurted from it yet Bianca’s demonic, remorseless fucking was making Riott’s juices drip down her thighs once more. It became increasingly hard to concentrate. Harder and harder to deny the truth of her own body. Bianca Belair was perhaps the greatEST after all.

Despite being pinned and restrained by the brawn of the muscular EST as Bianca bore down on her with a striking barbarity, Ruby could still use her mouth and she was outwardly as defiant as ever.

“NYANNNNGHHH…COME ON BIANCA!!!” She bellowed. “MAKE ME CUM YOU FUCKING LOSER! SHOW ME WHY YOU’RE BETTER THAN SASHA THEN! SHE’D HAVE MADE ME CUM BY NOW. BUT YOU CAN’T CAN YOU? BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT ON HER LEVEL!”

Ruby could feel the sweat flying off both their bodies. Bianca’s scented secretions marked her back and ass as the top slammed herself into Ruby’s convulsing and uncontrollable body. Even on her hands and knees Riott could feel her legs turning to mush under the never ending assault. It was becoming harder to keep yelling out insolent remarks when all she wanted to do was scream about how fucking amazing this felt.

Thankfully for her, that decision was taken out of her hands by Bianca. The EST was tired. Tired in general as she sought to maintain the turbo charged pace she’d begun with but also tired of having to listen to the inane mocking of a pathetic bottom like Ruby Riott when it was patently clear from her reactions that she was lying about every word. She reached forward and hooked her hands inside Ruby’s mouth, dragging her cheeks apart and turning those hostile screams into startled gargles as Ruby felt the intensity of Bianca’s fucking grow. That was because, in an attempt to conserve energy, Bianca had decided to stop pulling so far out with each thrust. Instead, she concentrated her power all into the final two or three inches of her ten inch cock. She rutted back and forth, punching the very head of her plastic member into the depths of Ruby’s bowels again and again.

It definitely seemed to work. Ruby had initially tried to continue her impudent backchat but within thirty seconds of Bianca’s hands fish-hooking her cheeks, those angry and indignant muffled moans morphed into more docile and domesticated ones as Ruby’s entire body became meek and pliant. Bianca internally celebrated as she began to turn Ruby’s ass into the cock sleeve it was meant to be. It was just as well because the EST didn’t know how much longer she could keep this going. Her legs burned, screaming at her to slow down or take a break. Bianca ignored them. She was so close to making Ruby cum. Besides, she was getting an equally powerful signal to keep going from just a little higher up. She was very close to orgasm too. The base of her strap on was grinding against her clit with more regularity and it felt way too good not to carry on.

Bianca let out a roar of animalistic lust as she pounded her way to an orgasm. Being a top meant being able to keep going through distraction though and so she did. She kept sodomizing the slutty ass of a squirming Ruby Riott. She powered on through the shuddering aftershocks of her climax to totally obliterate the butt in front of her. She focused all her energy into the home stretch. Ruby’s asshole was her life. All she thought of was how she wanted to turn that tight little booty hole into a yawning chasm with her cock.

The seconds ticked by and Ruby was still holding out as best she could. She wanted to cum but she knew that she couldn’t despite her body’s best efforts to betray her. Not until Liv had. She wished she could look over and see what was going on with her girlfriend but that was impossible now. Bianca’s grip held her head firmly in place, immobilizing her with her cheeks remaining cruelly yanked apart. Ruby couldn’t even hear much either. Between the sound of Bianca’s thighs thunderously smacking against her ass and her own blood thumping and pounding around her head, she was virtually deaf to anything except the exact thing she was trying to ignore. Bianca’s immense talent at butt fucking. Why did she have to be so good at this?

She began to lose track of time. It could’ve been 5 seconds, minutes, hours or days. All Ruby knew was that she had never held back an orgasm like this before. It physically hurt…which for a pain slut like Ruby, only made it harder not to cum.

Bianca was getting just as desperate. She didn’t dare glance around to Sasha. She needed one hundred percent concentration on this. She may have shut her up but Ruby was still resisting as best she could. Bianca was having to fight for every moan and quiver. Despite Ruby’s butt being almost as red as Liv’s had been after she spanked it, still she wouldn’t cum. Bianca’s vision was going dark. The effort was too much. Before she faded totally, Bianca decided to go straight to the source of the stubborn slut’s arousal.

Her hands left Ruby’s mouth and still covered with drool, she clamped down on Riott’s pussy and squeezed it. She twisted Ruby’s pussy lips violently and just like that, she broke the will of the previously unbreakable bitch who let out a shrill and ecstatic shriek. All of a sudden, Bianca was in a new fight. A fight just to stay on top of a fiercely spasming bottom. There would be nothing more embarrassing for the physically dominant woman than to be thrown off by a pipsqueak like Ruby Riott so she gathered her remaining energy reserves to keep up the fucking, to keep slamming her hips down into Ruby’s now gaping anal tunnel until she was tamed. Nothing but another notch on the belt of the EST.

Eventually, once all the squealing, shaking, moaning and squirting was over, Bianca fell backwards and let out a deafening sigh of exhaustion as she collapsed onto her back. She heard a loud and wet pop as her strap on left Ruby’s ruined ass and an equally reassuring whine from Ruby, who despite her relief, suddenly found herself feeling like she was missing a very large piece of herself such had been the impact of Bianca’s cock upon her existence.

After a couple of deep breaths, Bianca rolled onto her side and looked to see how the other two were getting on.

“Noooo…” She groaned as she was greeted by the sight of Sasha Banks sitting comfortably as she smirked back at Bianca. Sasha’s hands rested on the carpet a little behind her as she leant back to allow Liv easy access with the gleeful bottom having contentedly buried her head in Sasha’s lap as she wrapped her lips around the very strap on that had until recently been exploring the darkest parts of her ass. All of the EST’s effort had been for naught.

“Ahh, it’s ok Bianca. We’ve only been waiting for you for like a minute. Liv was just desperate to cum I’m afraid. Guess that’s what happens when you’re getting fucked by the greatEST, realEST, bEST top in the WWE.” Sasha smugly goaded Bianca with her own words from earlier. “…To be fair, I probably should’ve warned you that Ruby can be a bit…feistier than Liv. I’m impressed you even made it this close.”

Bianca wasn’t stupid. She knew she’d been played. Set up and outsmarted by Sasha. To be honest, from the moment Ruby had begun taunting her, she’d been mentally preparing for the prospect of defeat. It had been a warning sign that something wasn’t right. That didn’t mean she hadn’t done her best to avoid it and she’d actually been optimistic about pulling off the unlikely victory when she’d made Riott explode the first time but it wasn’t to be. As she looked Sasha up and down, seeing the taunting smile plastered across the face of the Boss, Belair couldn’t help but feel excited instead of angry or nervous. This was what she’d hoped for. What she’d feared she wouldn’t get. To be pushed to the limit by someone she genuinely admired and desired.

It had been drilled into her from a young age that the only things worth achieving were things you had to work for and Bianca took that approach to everything in her life. She’d worked hard to build her body into a temple worthy of worship. She’d worked harder to become one of the best wrestlers in the world. She’d worked the hardest to hold onto her anal virginity backstage while taking the asses of many others. She was proud of all that work. But nothing would ever be as good as when she managed to take Sasha Banks’ ass and make it her own. She was willing to suffer setbacks and to put herself through hell for that goal and kissing Sasha’s delectable booty was pretty damn far from Bianca’s idea of hell.

Besides, despite the up and down journey and final result of their encounter, she’d seen enough cracks in the Boss’s guard to believe that this defeat would only be temporary.

Sasha was waiting for Bianca to respond but not only was she too tired to do so, the EST wasn’t really sure what to say. She wasn’t accustomed to losing at anything and given the stakes of their wager, it wasn’t like she could slink off and lick her wounds in peace. So, she merely waited for Sasha to make the next move.

Banks, for her part was pissed off that Bianca didn’t seem more upset. She guessed that the proud, headstrong woman was just trying to put on a brave face. That was fine. Sasha was in no rush to break that illusion. She ignored Bianca, making her dwell on the humiliation that was yet to come. Instead, she went over to Ruby.

While Bianca was out of breath and weak after everything that had gone on, that was nothing compared to what the object of her assault had been through. Once Belair’s cock had disappeared from her butt, she’d been hit by a wave of debilitating weariness and crumpled in a heap, curled up into the fetal position. That was where she had remained as she tried to get over the vicious pounding her poor ass had just taken.

She felt a shadow fall over her and then she heard Sasha say “Well, well, well…you look like you had fun without me…”

Ruby was about to try and force herself up but Sasha was merciful as she told her to stay put. Although, that was swiftly followed by Sasha sticking a foot into her ribs and rolling her onto her back. Ruby then got to see her Mistress from underneath. She looked as incredible as ever from this angle. Maybe even more so as Ruby admired her way up those devastating legs to her magical pussy and then to the beautiful face of her Mistress. Sasha began to crouch down. For a brief moment, Ruby wondered if she was going to be eating Sasha out again but no, Sasha just squatted over her midsection. Looking into Ruby’s still slightly glazed over eyes, the Boss scowled. Bianca had nearly broken Ruby with just one fucking. Still, Ruby had done a great job holding her off.

That was something she wanted to make sure the bottom knew so Sasha did something she never did. She reached down, cradled her hands under Ruby’s neck and pulled her up so that she could plant a kiss on the stunned submissive’s lips. It was only a brief one, largely devoid of passion but it meant a lot to Ruby. The only other person who ever kissed her there was Liv. She felt honored. Sasha then followed it up by whispering in her ear, “Once you’re ready, we’re going to have a special session. I’m going to fuck you all night long and make this seem like a bit of light foreplay. How does that sound?”

It sounded amazing and Riott told her as much. Ruby also thought Sasha sounded a little jealous but she didn’t mention that. She was too busy being ecstatic that she’d pleased her Mistress and the prospect of more pleasure on the way was just the cherry on top. Sasha then began fumbling around her waist as she readied herself to give Ruby her other prize for being such a good bitch.

“I made sure that Liv only went halfway on this.” Sasha softly smiled as she showed Ruby her now detached strap on. “So, if you’re feeling up to some deepthroating, there’s some of your girlfriend’s lovely ass juices waiting for you at the bottom.”

Ruby quietly giggled. She’d tasted Liv’s ass so many times that it was practically her favorite meal and she struggled back up to a seated position in order to get at it. “Thank you Mistress…” She happily murmured as Sasha beckoned Liv over and she asked her, “Why don’t you help her out Liv? I’m sure Ruby would appreciate it.” She handed over the cock and stood back up, letting Liv take her place.

As Sasha turned away, Liv was already straddling her lover and roughly pushing Sasha’s cock between Ruby’s spread lips, knowing full well that she’d be desperate to gag herself around the full girth of the strap on and would want to go as deep as possible straight away so she could reach the nirvana halfway down.

Meanwhile, the Boss had bigger fish to fry. She wondered if she’d ever get Bianca to that stage? Where she’d be willing to choke down a massive cock just to get the taste of some ass flavored dildo...? What a stupid question. Of course, she would. The lure of a freshly removed cock from a tight ass was far too great to resist for sluts and bitches. And Sasha was convinced that she was going to turn Bianca into one of the biggest and best sluts that WWE had ever seen. With an ass that hefty and fat, she was born for it.

Sasha let her mind wander and found herself recalling how much she used to love being an ass to mouth whore back when she had been a bottom. How many times she’d slobbered and nearly drowned in her own spit in order to get just another inch of a cock that had just finished stuffing her rectum. Her pussy trembled at the thought. Sasha quickly changed the direction of her musings. She was a top for god’s sake! Why did she keep going back to those dark days?

No point in dwelling on that now. Not when she had Bianca staring at her as she approached calmly before coming to a stop and towering over the EST who had remained seated on the floor.

“So, you still feeling so confident Bianca? Or are you starting to worry that the Boss is gonna be too much for you?” Sasha teased.

Bianca grinned. “Nah, I’m actually glad you’ve decided to bring your A-game Sasha. That’ll make it way more fun for me when it’s you begging for the privilege of kissing my ass.”

“Dream on Bianca, dream on.” Sasha giggled. There was nothing the EST could say to ruin her mood right now. “Now get up onto your knees and pucker up like a good bitch.”

Bianca frowned at that contemptuous and disrespectful demand. Alright, so maybe she had been exaggerating a little earlier about being purely excited at the prospect of lowering herself to ass kissing duty. It didn’t help that she could see Ruby and Liv still cleaning Sasha’s cock out of the corner of her eye. She was pretty sure they had an eye on her too though, no doubt finding this very amusing. With those two in the room, Bianca being the one that had to submit to such an embarrassment was extra humiliating.

It was what she’d signed up for though so she did what was asked of her. She got to her knees and knelt in front of Sasha who span around to give her an eyeful of the booty she was about to kiss. It looked good. She debated which cheek to peck. Maybe even both?

“Actually wait! Not yet.” Sasha stopped and turned back around to face Bianca as yet another genius idea popped into her brain. “I want to hear you beg for it first…yeah…I want to hear the big bad EST beg for the privilege of kissing my ass.”

“No fucking way!” Bianca shot back. She was ok with losing this competition. She wasn’t ok with looking and sounding like a bottom in the process.

“Uh don’t be so rude Bianca!” Sasha growled. “That’s no way to address your champion. Now, you’re going to have to apologize first before you start begging.”

“And why would I do that?” Bianca asked, grinding her teeth together.

“I’m so glad you asked.” Sasha smiled. “See, if you don’t then I’m going to make sure that the entire locker room hears all about this little…encounter of ours. How you tried to compete with me. How you discovered that you’re no match for the Boss and how you bent over and let…” She paused let out a chuckle that evolved into a belly aching fit of laughter. “…No, not let. How you begged me to show you what a real top is. How you were the biggest, dirtiest butt slut I’ve ever had the good fortune of fucking. How amazing your tight, virgin asshole felt wrapped around my cock and how much you loved every second of it…”

“…So, you’re going to lie?” Bianca said, totally deadpan. She didn’t see the funny side.

“I may stretch the truth a little.” Sasha admitted. “But what matters is that they’ll believe it. Especially since I have two witnesses.” She gestured over to the Riott Squad. “You want everyone believing that you’re the biggest anal whore I’ve ever met? Trust me, it’ll be very difficult for you to challenge me when you’re busy with the rest of the division coming after that big, fat ass of yours. You be a good girl now though and no one has to know. You get your matches to prove to me that you’re worthy of a shot at the title and then we find out once and for all, who’s the real top here.”

Bianca had no idea what to do. On the one hand, Sasha was right. It made no sense to fight her on this when there was so much more at stake. But on the other hand, there was something instinctually revolting about begging another woman to kiss her ass. That was something Bianca made other, lesser women do. Not something she did herself.

Eventually she made her decision. “Fine but if I do this, you don’t breathe a word of it to anyone else.” She tried to sound intimidating and to be honest, she thought she did a pretty good job but it was never going to be as effective with her on her knees in front of a beaming Sasha Banks.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” She agreed. “Although, I give it two weeks before you’re bending over for real and everyone sees you for the pathetic butt bitch you are anyway.”

“Whatever you say Sasha.” Bianca was tired of arguing. She just wanted out of here now. What had been set to be a little bit of post coital fun as she got her lips on the ass she’d be owning with her cock before long had turned into a degrading nightmare.

“Good to see you’re getting the hang of it. Whatever I say is absolutely right. Now apologize!” Sasha demanded.

“I’m sorry.” Bianca said.

Sasha glared at her. “You’re a top right?”

“…You know I am.” Bianca grunted.

“Just checking. Would you be happy with that as an apology from one of your bitches then?” The Boss asked, clearly loving this.

“I’m not one of your bitches.” It was a perfectly true and reasonable statement but once again, it rang hollow from Bianca’s current position, something Sasha was only too happy to point out.

“Right now you are my bitch actually, so stop wasting my time and apologize properly.”

Bianca glared right back at Sasha but it was about as effectual as all her previous protests. “…I’m sorry for being rude Sasha. It was stupid and I hope you can forgive me.” Her tone was still flat and unemotional and her apology far from perfect. It was obvious how much she hated doing this. In the end, the reluctance and anger in her eyes provided enough perverse joy for the sadistic Sasha’s liking who wanted to move onto the ass kissing as soon as possible.

“We’ll work on that another time.” She promised. “But now I want to hear you beg and this time, I want you to call me Mistress Sasha and I want you to sound like you mean it.”

Bianca had to choke down some choice words she had for the arrogant bitch before reluctantly bowing her head. She was going to make Sasha pay for this. “Please…Mistress Sasha…Please can I kiss your ass.” Despite how pitiful she sounded; Sasha wasn’t happy quite yet.

“Carry on…” She said.

Bianca racked her brain, trying to remember the sorts of things bottoms had said to her in the past. “Uhhh…Please can I kiss your beautiful ass…It’s so sexy…uhhh…yeah…Mistress Sasha…please let me be your ass kissing sl…slut.” The words got caught in her throat as she called herself a slut. Wow, that was embarrassing.

“You absolutely suck at this…” Sasha chuckled. She turned around and presented her backside to Bianca, bending over and slapping her butt teasingly. “Try again. Make me really believe that you want this.”

The sight of that juicy booty certainly inspired something in Bianca. She eyed it lustily. She’d still much rather be about to cram it full of cock instead of kissing it but nonetheless, she was reminded of what a tremendous and tasty prize she was fighting for. As she gazed at it, the words flowed slightly easier. She found it surprisingly easy to imagine what a real submissive bottom would say in this situation. “Pretty please Mistress Sasha. I want…I need to worship your amazing ass. It’s perfection. Literal perfection and I need to kiss it. I need it soooo bad. I’ll do anything to be your own personal ass kisser. Whenever, I used to watch your matches, I’d spend the entire time staring at it because I wanted to fuck it but since I can’t do that, I’ll be a good little bitch and kiss it so good...” She faltered. She hadn’t meant to go that far. What a fucking stupid thing to say. While the obsession she had with Sasha’s backside was true, there was no way she was giving up on her dream of doing way more than kissing it.

“Much better.” Sasha grinned anyway. Bianca had been surprisingly imaginative there. Perhaps some hidden desires that Sasha could exploit later?

“You know I didn’t mean a word of it.” Bianca muttered angrily.

“Sure girl, whatever you need to tell yourself.” Sasha chuckled. Then she took action.

As much as Belair loved her hair, it could be quite the hinderance at times. Like now. The protruding bobble at top of her braid was a perfect handle. A handle that Sasha used to cheerfully pull Bianca in towards her butt. The EST tried to aim her mouth for Sasha’s right cheek but the Boss was in total command. Instead, Bianca was helpless as her lips disappeared straight between Sasha’s matching caramel orbs and kept going until they ground to a halt up against the entrance to Banks’ butt, right against her tight and enticing anus. Bianca had longed to be exactly here on many occasions but never quite like this.

She tried to resist, to pull herself out but Sasha held her tight. She probably could’ve wrenched herself free but she was still pretty fatigued from her exertions earlier and there was something about the intoxicating scent of Sasha’s ass that made her pause. Bianca didn’t often eat the asses of her bottoms but that wasn’t for lack of enjoyment. She just worried about how it could look. No matter how dominantly she did so, there had always been a little voice telling her that it was wrong. Well, this was definitely wrong but this time she had an excuse. Sasha was making her do this. Bianca couldn’t be blamed. Anyhow, this was an opportunity to prove that ass eating could be a dominant act after all. Yes, that was it. Bianca was about to top Sasha from her knees. She was going to tongue fuck the Boss’s butt and own it with her mouth.

Sasha didn’t care about Bianca’s rationalizations. She was riding a very different high as she kept her adversary trapped between her ass cheeks. “Time to pay up Bianca!” She blared out loudly and merrily, making sure the EST could hear her. “Kiss my ass like a good bitch.” She was satisfied by the lack of fight. Maybe Bianca was starting to learn her place after all. She hummed gladly as she felt a pair of soft lips flutter against her asshole. Bianca paused after that first, light kiss, perhaps hoping Sasha would let her get away with just a single smooch. Technically, Sasha probably should’ve. They hadn’t agreed to anything more after all. But as she had made quite clear, she was in control now and she wasn’t going to settle for a solitary peck.

“Not bad Bianca but let’s try a little more tongue this time. I want to really feel your love for my ass.”

Sasha wanted tongue…? Well, Bianca was going to give her tongue. Much like with her fucking, Bianca went from zero to one hundred in seconds. She reached up and grabbed hold of Sasha’s ass cheeks, pulling them apart so she could force her face even further into that dark, tempting booty. She practically suffocated herself in there as her tongue forged a path up and down Sasha’s butt hole. It was rough and uninviting at first but Bianca soon solved that problem. She was practically drooling over Sasha’s entrance, tongue lapping over it relentlessly. As she went, she found herself inhaling more and more of that strangely alluring fragrance which only encouraged her to lick with more energy and enthusiasm.

“Oh shit!” Sasha exclaimed. “I didn’t know you were such a good ass kisser Bianca. To think you were trying to tell me that I’m the one who’s a secret bottom...With skills like this, you’re going to be my number one bitch in no time.”

That right there was why Bianca didn’t trust herself to eat ass. It was way too easy to lose control, especially when the other woman was someone like Sasha Banks who was only too happy to take charge and direct proceedings. And that’s what Sasha was doing. As well as her voice, she used her grip on Bianca’s hair to guide the EST’s mouth where she wanted it, quite literally rubbing her face in the humiliation of it all.

Of course, Bianca was doing a pretty good job of making herself feel humiliated as well as she tried to get to grips with the fact that Sasha’s compliments filled her with a sense of pride and pushed her to carry on. She was genuinely enjoying this and not in the way she had been meaning to. It wasn’t a “I’m about to make Sasha cum like a little bitch with my tongue before I bend her over” sort of enjoyment. It was a “Sasha’s ass is so amazing, I want to stay here on my knees and eat it all day” sort of enjoyment.

Sasha was surprised at how eager Bianca was too. The EST was constantly confounding the Boss’s expectations in ways both good and bad, keeping her on her toes. She had yet to really get to grips with the intricacies of her adversary’s psyche and for a cunning schemer like Sasha, that made her uncomfortable. For now though, she was happy to ride the wave and simply enjoy this. Just like the rest of her muscles, Bianca’s tongue seemed abnormally strong as it danced across Sasha’s butt. Bianca may not have realized it but she wasn’t doing a horrific job at following through with her original intent. The insistent and strong licks up and down the cleft of Sasha’s booty were some of the best she’d ever experienced and Sasha was once again having to fight against some troubling memories of tops that had prepared her ass in such a way before wrecking it with even more forceful fucking.

The last time Sasha had came was when she was sitting on Ruby’s face. That seemed like months ago by now. Given Bianca’s commitment to worshiping her ass, Banks decided that now was as good a time as any to relieve that pent up pleasure. She kept a loose handle on Bianca’s hair with one hand but the other began to rub against her pussy. In order to bat away those irksome mental echoes of her past, Sasha once again retreated to what she knew best; talking shit.

“Oh my god Bianca...you’re fucking loving this aren’t you? At least I hope so because I am. It feels so fucking good to have the EST showing me exactly why she got her nickname. That’s right, I finally admit it Bianca. You are the fineEST, greatEST and the bEST. I can’t deny it anymore. You’re the bEST fucking ass kisser I’ve had in ages. Ohhhhh, keep fucking going like a good slut. I know you want it. My ass tastes good doesn’t it? I’d say enjoy it while you can but you’re going to be doing this a hell of a lot more once you’re my bitch. Oh yeah, you’re going to be eating my ass every day. Wait till you’re sucking it off my cock like the dirty bitch you are. It tastes even better then. Just ask Liv and Ruby.”

Sasha bent at the hips, something that any other time would’ve been a bad move but in this instance all it did was push her ass deeper into Bianca’s face, Sasha’s ass cheeks naturally spreading and letting an obsessed Belair damage her self-esteem even more by moaning in happiness as she received greater access to the juicy little snack that was Sasha Banks’ butthole.

Sasha’s thumb and forefinger were grasping and groping her clit as she stroked her damp and sensitive pussy lips with the rest of her fingers. She was moving them increasingly quickly as she released her grip on Bianca’s hair. She didn’t need it anymore. Bianca was doing all the work for her. Now, Sasha had that free hand to run blissfully down her face as she stared to the sky, or more accurately the roof of the locker room. Before long, it was being used to fondle her chest and add yet another erogenous zone to the list of affected areas alongside her pussy and ass. Her cries grew increasingly shrill and loud as she built towards orgasm.

“Keep going Bianca! Lick my fucking ass like your life depends on it! OOOOOOHHHHHH!” Bianca followed instructions perfectly. Her tongue was almost sliding inside Sasha now, teasing the compact seal that protected her anal shaft and threatening to break it open. “OH YEAHHHH! THIS IS WHERE YOU BELONG BITCH! LICKING THE ASS OF THE BOSS! I’M THE ALPHA HERE AND YOU’RE JUST BIANCA THE BUTT SLUT. JUST A NEEDY LITTLE SLUT FOR KISSING MY ASS!” Sasha knew she was about to cum as her legs began to shake and her cunt was virtually vibrating back against her hand from all the unimaginable heaven that Bianca’s submissive tongue was putting her through.

Realizing things were coming to an end as well, Bianca had a rare moment of clarity where she remembered that Sasha wasn’t meant to be dominating her like this. She knew she had one last chance to get some revenge while Sasha was distracted by her oncoming orgasm. While her attempt to actually eat ass in a dominant fashion had flopped concerningly, there was still time to salvage this. She decided that she wanted to see how Sasha, being a self-admitted former bottom would respond to something a little more substantial up her butt. She drew back and while Sasha briefly groaned at the removal of the tongue buried in her ass crack, she was swiftly satisfied by the return of a very different stimulant.

See, Bianca quickly replaced her tongue with an extended and rigidly erect index finger which she pressed to Sasha’s suitably lubed up backdoor as the passion of Bianca’s tonguing suddenly became very advantageous in the form of a drenched wet pool of saliva that encircled her O ring. Before Banks had time to react, Bianca began corkscrewing her digit as hard as she could up against Sasha’s asshole. It was obvious that it had been a while since Sasha had been attacked in this way as Bianca struggled to make much headway in spite of all the wetness coating the tight gateway. Thankfully, she didn’t need to get too far. What mattered was that she got far enough to see Sasha’s cute pink asshole spread around her fingertip before welcoming her into its warm embrace. It was mesmerizing and it pushed Sasha over the edge.

Caught up in the throes of her climax, Sasha couldn’t do much about the invasion at first. In fact, in a dangerous twist, the finger squirming up her butt only served to make her juices flow that little bit more freely. It reminded her of times gone by, when anal stimulation of any kind would make her wobbly at the knees. Just like she was now. Bianca kept pushing, trying to get more and more of her finger into Sasha’s shithole. Banks moaned and gasped. “Ahhh, yessss…give it to meeee…”

It took Sasha a moment to realize what shed just said. When that understanding hit her like a ton of bricks, it spurred Sasha into life. Orgasm or not, she couldn’t lose herself to ass play ever again. She wriggled free and staggered away with what had been set to be an amazing orgasm totally ruined. That had been a disaster. She span and yelled at Bianca, “What the FUCK was that about?!”

Bianca scrambled up, finally getting off her knees and feeling much better for it. She refused to back down and the two faced off. “What do you mean? I was just trying to give you what you want?” Bianca feigned innocence; fooling absolutely nobody as a huge smile adorned her face. “You seemed like you liked it…”

Sasha was tempted to lunge at the EST and beat the shit out of her right there and then but after a deep breath, she just managed to restrain herself. Now was not the time. She’d proved herself superior already. Dirty, underhanded tricks wouldn’t change that. “This isn’t over!” Sasha promised, even though they both already knew. “I’m not going to stop until you submit and beg to be my bitch.”

“Good.” Bianca agreed. “Because I’m not going to stop until you bend over and acknowledge that the EST is the Alpha of this division.”

One of them was right. The only question was, who would it be?

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Sasha was on top of the world throughout the duration of Smackdown. Despite being tired from a wild and exhilarating afternoon; that feeling had carried her through a match against Carmella, with the Boss making the prissy blonde tap out to the Bank Statement. She felt like more of a champion than she had in weeks. Carmella had been getting pretty cocky and been quite the thorn in Sasha’s side lately but she’d noted the frantic desperation of her opponents tapping and the forlorn hopelessness in Mella’s eyes when she glanced back during her celebration. She was pretty sure that particular thorn wouldn’t be a problem any time soon.

In fact, there was no one who was a problem for her anymore. If there was anything that her confrontation with Bianca had taught her, it was that Sasha could trust herself again. She had overcome a few moments of doubt, some bursts of submissive feeling and come out the other side with the EST’s lipstick branding her cheeks as a reminder that she was the undisputed top on Smackdown. As she walked back up the ramp to the backstage area, Sasha decided that it was time. She was ready to dominate this roster outside the ring just as much as she had been doing inside the squared circle.

As she strode back into the locker room, Sasha glanced around. Good. Pretty much everyone was here.

No one really reacted to her arrival though. Liv waved shyly at her and smiled. Ruby was laying down on her front nearby as they talked, resting her ass from the pounding Bianca had given it earlier but she turned to acknowledge her Mistresses entrance.

And that was it. That was all the reaction that the champions presence could muster. Sasha had known she hadn’t exactly been the most dominant of belt holders but she hadn’t realized that it was this bad. How hadn’t she realized that it was this bad? No wonder Bianca had been aggressively agitating for a regime change. It was like someone or something had sucked the energy out of the place.

For starters, not a single soul was fucking. Sasha had known that the majority of the roster was refusing to bottom for her but it barely seemed like anyone was bottoming for anyone anymore. The Smackdown roster was small and weak at the moment. All the real tops were on Raw apart from Sasha but Banks had at least expected some switch masquerading as a top to rise to the occasion in their place.

Admittedly, Sasha had her own locker room as champion which she’d been using far too much over the past month or so. Not to mention that she’d been getting into the habit of leaving with Liv and Ruby soon after the end of every show but she’d never expected everything to disintegrate so completely in her absence. The Boss couldn’t remember walking into a WWE locker room and not being able to at the very least smell sex, even if she couldn’t see it. Not since her debut. It felt strange and unnatural.

It needed to end.

“Ladies, I’d like to make an announcement.” She loudly proclaimed and was finally satisfied with the response as the locker rooms eyeballs finally all turned to her. “As your champion and the dominant woman in this locker room, I take my responsibilities very seriously.” Sasha took a brief moment to enjoy the disgruntled ripple of discontent this statement provoked among certain members of the division before continuing. “It’s been pointed out to me recently that I’ve let you all down by not setting a good enough example. I forgot that most of you don’t have a clue how to create a healthy, competitive environment and so certain…time honored traditions haven’t been kept up enough.”

“You mean you’ve been too scared to put your ass on the line against anyone?” Bayley called out impudently.

Sasha nearly attacked her right then. The gall of the former biggest bottom in WWE history to disrespect her like that. It beggared belief. She held back though and coolly replied. “Nor have you Bayley. I don’t think buttfucking a bunch of developmental sluts backstage is anything to celebrate either.”

There were some light giggles at that. No one really brought Bayley’s newfound confident top side anyway as long as she kept sneaking down to the black and gold every Tuesday to get her fix with already submissive NXT talent. Sasha knew that. Based on the way Bayley shut up after that, she knew it too.

“Rudeness and hypocrisy aside, Bayley has a point.” Sasha admitted. “I haven’t put my money where my mouth is enough. None of us have. That’s why starting next week, I’m making a new rule. Every single match on this brand is winner take all, asses on the line.”

The reaction was exactly what Sasha had been expecting. Confusion and outrage as they tried to work out if this was even allowed. She let them all get it out of their system. Notably, Bianca was one of only three who didn’t protest. The EST didn’t react much at first, just looking at Sasha intently. Then Banks winked at her. It was meant to be mocking but it was clearly taken playfully as Belair’s lips curled into a slight smile.

The other unangered duo were Liv and Ruby. They just looked excited and Sasha suspected that a lengthy losing streak was in their future.

Eventually, the rest of the women calmed down and Sasha continued. “I’m not debating this. If any of you have a problem with it, you’re welcome to challenge me in the ring. Once you become champion, you can set your own rules. So, does anyone want to step up…?”

No one did.

“That’s what I thought.” Sasha smirked. “But I meant what I said about setting an example so I guess I’ll pick my own opponent. Carmella, I plan on taking what I should’ve had tonight next week. Be ready.”

She turned and walked out before the Staten Island native had a chance to reply. She paused at the door though as she remembered something. “And…uh…Natalya. I want you to test out the rookie.” She didn’t even look at Bianca. She wasn’t worth it.

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1 week later

Carmella trudged back to the locker room. This sucked.

How did this keep happening? She was already better than the rest of the roster in every other department. Why couldn’t she just become better than them at wrestling? Languishing in the midcard was such bullshit when it led to situations like this. She deserved better.

It was doubly unfair because unlike all the other losers on Smackdown, she’d been the only one actually building her way up to challenging Sasha with exactly the same stakes that they’d fought under tonight. Following her return, she’d gone right after the Boss. She wasn’t a coward.

Not yet though. She’d needed more time. Instead, she hadn’t been ready and Sasha had unfairly pressured her into this. Complete bullshit.

Her lack of preparation had been her undoing and despite putting up a good fight, she’d rushed into a few moves too quickly as she panicked over her inability to put Sasha away. She was all too aware of what was on the line. Those mistakes had been punished. After Sasha locked in the Bank Statement in and made Carmella tap for the second week in a row, the Boss had dashed back off to the locker room in double quick time. Typical Sasha. So eager. She didn’t deserve the honor of Carmella’s submission but she’d gotten it through underhanded means.

Yes, that was it. Carmella finally remembered that she already was better than the roster at wrestling. She was a former Smackdown women’s champion and a two-time Miss Money in the Bank after all.

It wasn’t her fault that Sasha had cheated the system. Again.

Carmella hated the 4 women branded as “horsewomen”. They strutted around the place with undeserved smugness just because they’d been the ‘first woman to do X, Y or Z’.

Not that they warranted any credit for that.

They were just fortunate to fit the mold of wrestling obsessed losers that didn’t have a life outside WWE, and so became useful marketing tools during the ‘Women’s Evolution’ era. As such, they were handed chance after chance to make history while all round talent like Carmella was left behind.

It wouldn’t have flown back in the day. Back then, Carmella would’ve been the glamorous superstar who rose to the top above those revolting nerds with their poxy childhood dreams of wrestling in a WWE ring.

Oh, they’d have been kept around for sure. They just would’ve known their place.

Instead, the quartet blatantly thought they could just do whatever they liked and worst of all, they weren’t exactly wrong. Virtually every time, they ended up being rewarded for their wicked ways. Sasha forcing through the new rule change was just the latest example. Carmella didn’t know why she’d stood for it.

She had stood for it though, hoping that it’d backfire on the stuck-up cretin. In her opinion, Sasha was the most distasteful of all them all. She certainly had the biggest superiority complex over her love for wrestling. It made Carmella sick. Whoop-dee-doo, Sasha watched Japanese wrestling as a kid. Didn’t mean everyone had to bow at the feet of the basement dwelling geek.

In some respects, the Boss’s bravado was actually funny at times considering how often Banks came up short when it mattered. Carmella had seen Sasha fail time and time again, quite often leading to some humiliating butt fuckings. Unfortunately, management kept finding ways to let the temperamental skank to worm her way back to respectability.

And here we were again. Now, Carmella was the sacrificial lamb and there was no escape from the nauseating blue haired wretch.

Her new theme song branded her as ‘Untouchable’. She wished that were true.

Sasha was already there when Carmella arrived. Sitting on a steel chair in the middle of the room with a sickly sweet grin across her face. They weren’t alone either. Outside of Bianca and Natalya who were having a match soon, the entire, albeit pretty lightweight Smackdown locker room was there to witness this. Bayley. Ruby. Liv. Tamina. Billie. There were even some surprises like Chelsea Green who was recovering from a broken wrist in her debut a few weeks back and newly anointed WWE official Sonya Deville.

Great…just great.

“So nice of you to join us, Carmella.” Sasha began, asserting her own authority as the only one of those women that mattered right now. Not to be melodramatic but Carmella wanted to die. Bottoming for the woman currently sneering at her with a shit-eating grin was going to be torture. “Why don’t you start by taking off your clothes?”

Consummate professional that she was, Carmella tried to be nice. There had to be some way that they could agree to a fair fight. One that wasn’t sprung on Carmella at the last minute. “Look Sasha…”

“Shh shh shh.” Banks interrupted instantly. “You don’t need to make this any harder than it has to be. In fact, why don’t we agree that you don’t talk anymore unless spoken to?”

Carmella didn’t know why she’d even bothered trying. She considered giving her opinion on exactly where Sasha could stick her ‘no talking’ idea. Certainly, silence didn’t come naturally to the stunningly superior blonde. However, she thought better of it. If they’d been in private, she might’ve tried to kick up enough of a stink that Banks decided she was more trouble than she was worth. Maybe even baited and taunted Sasha with some memories of the past. Carmella had seen enough over the years to be damn sure that the Boss wasn’t a pure top. She might’ve been able to turn the tables.

That was if they were in private though. With the locker room watching and Sasha on a reasonably dominant run, Carmella doubted she stood stand a chance. The Boss wouldn’t give her an inch because it’d ruin her reputation and right now, that was something she seemed extra determined to keep.

So, rather than talk back, Carmella nodded and began to strip. It didn’t matter. A low-class switch like Sasha wouldn’t be able to do much to a goddess like Carmella. She’d bottomed an annoying number of times before and had nearly always bounced back in one way or another. This would just be good motivation.

“Take your time.” Sasha ordered sharply. “Give us all a proper show.”

Carmella again nodded as she tried to focus on imagining how good her revenge would feel once Sasha inevitably slipped back into bottoming. Every Sasha high in her career had been followed by a bigger and bigger low until now. Carmella would be ready and waiting when the next one came. She promised that to herself. She’d be the one to finally end Sasha’s switch status and turn her into a full-time butt slut for true tops like herself.

Admittedly, her silent promise was slightly undercut by it being made as she provocatively slid the straps of her top off her shoulders, teasing her audience as she made them wait to see her breasts.

Usually, Carmella liked to tease. There was a reason she was wearing little more than a glittery red bra as her part of her ring gear. However, the whole appeal was that people would lust after her perfect body, golden tresses and divine face without ever actually having a chance with the woman herself. She was the complete package and they were just common muck. That theory didn’t work so well when she was actually being forced to undress out of those skimpy, revealing clothes with the full knowledge that another, inferior woman was about to get her hands all over Carmella’s gorgeous curves. That was just embarrassing.

Carmella eventually managed to grit her teeth and let her top fall. There was no point in drawing it out.

Sasha teasingly wolf whistled at her and called out “That’s it Mella baby. Show us what you’ve got.” That got some laughs from the locker room as well. Even Bayley, who hated Sasha right now, clapped her hands together in delight.

Carmella forced a smile and muttered, “Ok Sasha.”

“Mistress Sasha.” Banks corrected her. “I’m your top now remember? You will treat me with respect.”

“Sure, whatever you say Mistress Sasha. You are my top…at the moment.” Carmella did her best not to gag at calling Sasha her Mistress.

Sasha just laughed and replied, “Show us your ass.”

Those four words totally undermined any attempt from Carmella to wrestle back control of this situation. She shook with rage for a moment before turning around, slowly bending over and pulling her bottoms down with far less ceremony than she had with her top.

This time, Sasha wasn’t the only one whistling. There was cheering, hooting and hollering as Carmella’s curvaceous, tanned backside was presented to the group. Eventually, Sasha quieted them down with a hand gesture and invited Carmella to step completely out of her ring gear and turn back around. Carmella did so.

She faced them all again, totally naked with her hands by her sides. She was fully resigned to there being no point in trying to cover up and besides, there was nothing to be ashamed of. She was better looking than every one of the disgusting mouth breathers that ogled her so shamelessly.

Sasha made her wait like that for an uncomfortably long time though. Just sat there for a solid 20 seconds and admired her prize. Everyone was quiet and all Mella could hear was her own breathing. It was a little disconcerting as those stares grew comfortable. She knew they were all imagining what they’d do if they had ownership of the exquisite work of art in front of them.

Thankfully they didn’t all have that privilege. Only one did and she finally made her call. “Walk over here.” She commanded. Carmella was relieved to get out of the firing line and to be able to focus only on Sasha. She was also glad that she wasn’t ordered to crawl. That was a mistake. Honestly, she was a little surprised. It wasn’t the sort of mistake she expected the self-proclaimed Standard of WWE to make. Humiliating your opponent to the maximum was topping 101 in WWE.

“Ok, Mistress Sasha,” she said, voice tinged with both sarcasm and relief as she walked over. Once she reached her temporary top, she stopped and enjoyed the height differential between her and Sasha sitting on the chair. She kept a neutral expression on her face but internally she fantasized about grabbing Sasha’s stupid blue hair, shoving her face into Carmella’s crotch and making her eat pussy like the desperate whore Carmella knew her to be.

Sasha gently reached out and rubbed her hands over Carmella’s outer thighs. “It’s such as shame that such a beautiful body had to be attached to such a shit personality.” She chided. “But don’t worry, I’m going to give you a nice attitude adjustment Carmella. You’ll be much more tolerable when the only words coming out of that whiny trap of yours are ‘Please fuck my ass again Mistress Sasha’.”

“If you say so...” Carmella rolled her eyes. She decided to drop the ‘Mistress Sasha’ stuff entirely. God, this was all so ridiculous. Someone like Sasha Banks having the audacity to talk to her this way truly beggared belief.

“Oh, I do say so.” Banks grunted, her voice turning hard as she went from casually massaging Carmella’s legs to digging her claws into those sleek stems and violently groping her way around the waist of her target until her nails were firmly digging into the flesh of Carmella’s ass. The lack of respect being displayed hadn’t gone unnoticed and the second Mella had chosen to abandon it, her fate had been sealed.

The shock made the former Smackdown women’s champion stiffen and arch her back. She gasped and Sasha smirked at her. “Oh, you’d forgotten that I can be mean when I want to be, hadn’t you Carmella?”

Sasha let her marinate on those words for a while as she busied herself with the far more joyous act of molesting one of the best butts in the WWE. She got a lot of pleasure out of listening to Carmella trying not to whine and whimper at the brutality of Sasha’s fondling. Eventually though, the dominant Banks let go and snapped, “Turn around.”

It was the quickest Carmella had obeyed a command so far as she hurriedly span and let Sasha admire the claw marks that she’d left on the booty of her conquest. And very impressive they were. Sasha playfully slapped one of Carmella’s cheeks and snickered as it shook mightily. Banks had softened Mella up nicely and now she revealed exactly why she had allowed Carmella to remain standing. “Touch your toes.” She instructed.

Carmella glanced back and looked at her quizzically. It was a weird request.

Sasha didn’t take kindly to that as she cracked her palm into Mella’s ass again, harder this time. “Now!” She roared and Carmella squealed embarrassingly and as quickly as she could, bent at the waist and reached for her feet.

The object of Sasha’s direction became immediately clear. As she leant further forward, Carmella’s butt cheeks began to spread naturally and her ass jutted out as the most delightfully appealing target.

Earlier, Carmella had noted that Sasha’s seated position put her face in line with the blonde bombshell’s pussy. It also put Sasha’s face in line with Mella’s ass however and that was what she had been counting on. Once Carmella was fully bent in two, the Boss reached forward and placed a hand on each half of Carmella’s amazing bubble butt. “How are you feeling down there Carmella?” She asked as she began squeezing those cheeks again.

Carmella didn’t quite know how to respond to that in a way that wasn’t deeply humiliating. “Absolutely brilliant.” She eventually growled, voice dripping with aggressive sarcasm.

Sasha laughed. “So, you’re enjoying everyone getting a good look at your butthole? Very naughty Carmella but I’ve always admired your exhibitionist side.”

“They’d better take a good look.” Carmella grumbled. “This isn’t happening again.”

Sasha smacked Mella’s ass so hard that she nearly fell over. “Bad Carmella!” She rebuked, then added. “We really need to do something about these delusions of grandeur you have. It’s very off putting for a natural bottom like you to be so stubborn.”

“Me? You think *I* have delusions of grandeur?” Carmella exclaimed. She was done playing nice and staying quiet. “Newsflash Sasha. You’re not as good as you think you are. You lose. All the fucking time. You get fucked. All the fucking time. You fail. All the fucking time. You’ll top me now but give it a month and you’ll be in the exact same spot as I am. Hell, it might even be bending you over. Stop pretending you’re special just because you’re a horsewoman because everyone knows you can’t back it up!”

A sharp intake of breath from the entire locker room, even one or two chuckles. Carmella waited for Sasha to punish her, bracing for another hand to crash into her exposed butt. Sasha could do her worst. Carmella didn’t regret a thing she’d said. In fact, she was quite proud of herself for standing up to the insufferable Banks.

Nothing came though. Sasha ignored her as though she hadn’t said a thing.

“Such a pretty butt.” The Boss instead muttered as she focused on the prize in front of her, spreading those bronzed cheeks even wider apart than they already were and further exposing the entrance Carmella’s rectum. “It seems a little underused though. How long has it been since someone stretched you out, I wonder?”

The answer was not one Carmella wanted to dwell on.

That particular anal stuffing had been after the most recent Money in the Bank. Asuka had won and took great pleasure in defiling her afterwards. Given Carmella’s historical success at the PPV, the Joshi had been only too quick to remind her that she wasn’t ready for, or on the same level as the Japanese superstar. That marathon butt fucking session had made Carmella ache for days afterwards. Asuka was an efficient top. Once she had Carmella primed for submission with a rough spanking, she relentlessly and brutally used the now eager butt slut over and over again until the blonde swore to serve as the Empresses personal ass whore forever.

However, rather than take advantage of the offer, Asuka had just laughed and left, content to punish Carmella by denying her that pleasure. It had been a damaging blow to Carmella’s ego.

She’d been ass fucked before, as was the standard case for women who were screwed out of wins as much as she was but she’d never lacked enough self-respect to become a full time bottom and that was the first time she’d been actually broken. As far as she was concerned, her total submission should’ve been the rarest and greatest prize in the company. Having it thrown back in her face had stung. Despite Asuka seeming to have spared her blushes by not revealing the truth to the locker room, it was no wonder Carmella had needed some time off afterwards, swearing that her return would mark the beginning of a reign of dominance so terrifying that even she would forget all about what Asuka had done to her.

“Well?” Sasha interrupted her trip down memory lane and reminding Carmella that her return was in fact going less than spectacularly.

“Uhh…ohh…right.” Carmella stammered. “Ummm…last time was about six months ago.”

“You miss it?” Sasha asked.

“No!” Carmella snapped back. Then added. “I bet you do though. Oh yeah, I’ve seen the look on your face when your ass is being pounded. You can’t hide that sort of natural bottoming talent for long and you never have been able to, right Sasha? Admit it, you know you’re a dirty little ass whore at heart.”

“Oh Carmella…” Sasha sighed. “You really can’t keep your mouth shut, can you?”

Carmella began to respond but she was interrupted by Sasha continuing.

“I don’t know how I neglected all this fine ass in my locker room for so long.” The Boss murmured. “Oh, but don’t worry your pretty little airhead about it. I’m here to fix that for you.” She brushed her thumb over the tight entrance to Carmella’s rear and massaged it. “Oh yes, this slutty butt is mine now and I’m going to make sure it never goes unsatisfied again.” Leaning forward, Sasha spat directly on the trembling asshole, delighting in the way that her saliva ran down the crack of Carmella’s rear, moistening that barren wasteland in preparation for what was to come.

However, a single blast of spit wasn’t going to be enough to properly groom Carmella’s shit hole for Sasha’s strap on which meant the Boss had an excellent excuse to indulge further with some foreplay.

Keeping Carmella’s cheeks spread wide apart, Sasha buried her face in between them without warning, while Carmella shivered and tried to keep herself from moaning.

That wasn’t as easy as it sounded because Sasha did her best to make sure it wasn’t. She went wild, smothering herself until she could hardly breathe, totally buried inside those meaty cheeks. There was no gentle build up like Carmella had been hoping for. No opportunity to close her eyes and imagine that Sasha was kissing and worshipping her ass instead of devouring it.

The lack of sexual activity in the Smackdown women’s locker room in recent times meant Carmella felt utterly unprepared for such an intense butt munching. Her sensitivity levels were high and Sasha was exploiting that weakness to the fullest. If she could have, Carmella would’ve squirmed free and tried to escape the memories it was provoking in her as Sasha’s tongue began crashing into her backdoor. She couldn’t escape though; duty bound to remain in place and take her punishment.

Unfortunately, she was struggling to even think of this as punishment. The way that the Boss was targeting her anus with unerring accuracy was making that an impossibility. Every single stroke of her tongue rubbed right up against the tight starfish that served as the doorway to Carmella’s butt. A point of worry for the New Yorker was that she was beginning to remember that bottoming had its upside because as vile as Sasha was, she was very good at eating ass.

For her part, Banks was enjoying giving a long, dominant rim job to a new bottom, as per normal. Even more so because she wanted to make sure this special shit hole was nice and wet for what was to come because Sasha needed to prove a point and that meant proving that Carmella’s ass was destined to be hers for life.

She teased Carmella for a very long time, repeating quick, strong licks that circled the blonde’s butthole with great precision. Carmella was being stubborn outwardly, refusing to react much but Sasha was more than happy to play the waiting game. She was confident like she’d never been before and that meant she felt no need to rush to embarrass Carmella. It’d come in time.

From her current position, all the concerned Carmella could see was Sasha’s tanned lower half, the Boss’s abs creasing as she leant over and continued to stuff her face with the blonde’s anal scent. It was agonizingly gratifying. Carmella clutched her ankles with increasing force as she dug her nails in to try and distract herself from the pleasure with pain. She couldn’t believe she was letting Sasha Banks of all people make her feel like this from a simple rim job.

Until now, she’d been picturing bottom Sasha as much as she could, remembering the times she’d seen Sasha on all fours being railed by superior women. That was becoming harder with time though. Increasingly, all she could think about were the times she’d watched Sasha turn composed, confident women into uncontrollable messes that lived to get their butts roughly stuffed by the Boss’s strap on.

“Having fun Carmella?” Sonya Deville laughed as the blonde let out a loud whimper, finally succumbing to the raw joy that having Sasha’s face buried between her buttcheeks was invoking in her.

“Go fuck yourself Sonya!” Carmella snapped back, anger helping her compose herself for a moment. She was definitely better than that boneheaded moron. “Once you get tired of wearing that suit, come find me and we’ll see if you’re still soooo…ahhhh fuck!” Ever the show off, Sasha had seized the opportunity while she was distracted to stop rimming Carmella’s butt and instead forced her index finger inside the New Yorker’s asshole.

The shock caused Carmella to momentarily lose control of her body and she let out a moan. A loud, appreciative one.

Carmella blushed, her cheeks turning dark red. She waited for the mocking to start.

Again though, Sasha didn’t react. She just kept corkscrewing her finger inside Mella’s butt.

In the absence of Sasha’s words, Carmella became conscious of everyone surrounding them again though. She could practically feel their eyes lighting up and see the smiles on their faces as they witnessed the shameful display she was putting on. Why couldn’t Sasha just get on with it and fuck her? Making her crumble slowly like this was just cruel.

Truth be told, it was the sort of cruelty that Carmella liked to employ when she had the chance.

She began retreating into those memories in an attempt to ignore what was happening to her own psyche. She even managed a slight smile as she recalled the time she’d made Alexa Bliss literally cry and beg to be fucked because she’d teased her for so long.

Sonya didn’t hesitate to rub it in where Sasha hadn’t though and that made it hard to focus on happier times. “What was that, Carmella? You were trying to tell me something?”

Carmella was also fairly busy trying not to moan again but she still found in within her to breathlessly gasp out, “I’m going to wreck your butt so fucking hard.”

“Don’t make me laugh. You can’t even handle Sasha eating your ass without moaning like a bottom.” Sonya quipped.

“That’s enough!” Banks growled before the argument could escalate any further. Carmella hated that she felt grateful to the loathsome loser. “I’d do the exact same to you Sonya. Easily. What I’m doing here is teaching you all a lesson. Talk shit to me like Carmella has and I’ll embarrass you. Maybe I need to be a little more obvious though.”

With that, she pushed two more fingers into Carmella’s ass and the feeling of gratefulness subsided. They didn’t go quite as easily; taking a little extra twisting and pushing to force the tight opening wide enough. Once they did though, Carmella moaned. Thankfully, there was enough discomfort in it that it wasn’t quite as embarrassing as her previous one. That said, she couldn’t truthfully say that it was entirely pain filled.

With three fingers now thrusting in and out of Carmella’s butt, Sasha used her free hand to pull one half of the blonde’s bubble butt out and expose to everyone just how deep she was powering her digits inside the forbidden hole. “This will happen to all of you.” Sasha promised. “The only question is whether you’ll embrace it or not.”

Right on cue, Carmella helped Sasha out by whimpering. She was still trying to hide just how much she was enjoying this but it was pointless. Sasha knew her way around butt pleasure too well.

“You were so stubborn earlier Carmella.” Sasha noted. “I don’t see the same fire anymore. Would you like to apologize and admit that your delusions of grandeur are a little more significant than mine?”

“Ugh…dream on Sasha. Not a slut...like you.” Carmella grunted. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much that could be done about the way her voice cracked and wobbled as she tried to forcefully reject that accusation. Why did this have to feel so good? Her legs were wobbling too as she tried to maintain strength in them. This position Sasha had her in was becoming very uncomfortable.

“Yes, you are.” Sasha told her.

“No, I’m no…AAAAHHHHHHHHH!” Carmella squealed. Something about that last thrust of Banks’ fingers had been different. Harder, more intense. Her legs buckled but she remained standing. Just. However, it cost her the loudest and most humiliating moan so far. She wanted to tell Sasha to fuck off because the irksome idiot was no doubt having her ego inflated to obscene levels by this. Unfortunately, she didn’t trust herself not to moan even more the second she stopped biting venomously down on her tongue.

“You are!” Sasha repeated sternly. “You are a slut and soon you’ll be my slut. The only question is whether you want to embarrass yourself more first. So, Carmella…” She spoke softly now, “I’m going to give you one last chance to apologize for your behavior so far and to admit that you’re ready to be my shameless butt bitch. Accept and I’ll give you so much pleasure that you want know what to do with it all. You’ll join Ruby and Liv as a happy, willing and submissive slut that serves me unquestioningly and is rewarded for it. Refuse and I’ll break you completely. I’ll turn you into a helpless, anal addicted whore that exists to get her ass destroyed by anyone who wants it. You’ll be the lowest of the low. A bottom among bottoms. You won’t even dream of topping another soul again.”

Carmella was almost tempted to take the lesser sentence. Sasha was being absolutely sincere about what she was going to try and do if she didn’t. Of that was no doubt. Carmella couldn’t do what was being asked of her though. Not like this. Not in front of everyone. That would mean admitting that her return was in vain, that Asuka hadn’t just been a fluke and that she was born to be a switch for the rest of her career at best and an anal loving bottom at worst.

So, there was only one response available to her. “Fuck off Sasha.”

“Very well.” Sasha swiftly pulled her fingers out of Carmella’s butthole and pushed her chair backwards as she stood. Carmella yelped and staggered when she did so. It was quite something to lose that sort of penetration so quickly but Sasha ignored her. She was already barking out orders to the Riott Squad, “Ruby! Liv! My strap on.”

There was a flurry of activity from the tag team partners as Sasha’s bright blue tool was brought over to her as Sasha herself stripped down, revealing her trim, toned and sexy physique. Ruby then helped Banks step into the harness as Liv gave the tip a sweet kiss once it was fastened. “Have fun Mistress.” The desperately submissive blonde moaned happily, excited to watch the Boss in action.

“Thanks Liv,” Sasha smirked. “You’re going to have someone else to share this dick with soon though. Hope you’ll be able to handle that.”

“Absolutely Mistress. The more the merrier.” Liv happily agreed.

Carmella furiously overheard to the conversation. Listening to Liv was revolting. How dare she have so little self-respect? How dare Sasha put Carmella in a bottoming class with those two total butt sluts for that matter? The thought of being associated with Ruby Riott and Liv Morgan in that way instinctually made her sick. Although, she couldn’t help the fact that a tingle ran down her spine at the thought of becoming like Liv. The sort of bottom so lacking in dignity that she’d do anything or say anything to please her top.

Her attention was thankfully soon diverted back to Sasha directly as the blue haired superstar finally allowed her freedom from the deeply uncomfortable position she was in by uttering the words that every top in WWE had said a thousand of times and every bottom had heard a thousand times more. “On your hands and knees.”

As much as it pissed her off, Carmella obeyed without complaint. She had no choice and besides, she was relieved that she could finally get some rest for her aching legs. She let go of her ankles and sunk to her knees before shuffling into position with her rear presented to Banks.

Not just to Banks though but to the whole group. Carmella felt her cheeks burning red again as she heard Bayley mutter, “Fucking whore. She can’t wait for this.” That was hypocritical considering some of the things Carmella had seen Bayley do in the past but two-facedness of the one who had not overly long ago been the biggest butt slut around was the least of her troubles right now.

Carmella wouldn’t permit herself to look back at any them. The thought of seeing those hungry eyes staring at her like a piece of meat was too distressing. Although, even that paled into the terror she felt at knowing Sasha would be standing there too, wearing her huge strap on.

She knew it was there though and that was almost as bad. Despite staring at the ground beneath her, all she could picture was what it would look like if she were to succumb to that temptation to glance behind her.

Soon, she could feel it too. Sasha stepped into place and began slapping the head of her cock against Carmella’s cheeks, rhythmically alternating from left cheek to right. She wasn’t doing it hard because it wasn’t meant to hurt. At least not physically. This was all about proving just how completely vulnerable Carmella was. Sasha could take her time and there was nothing Carmella could do about it. Banks of course noticed the skittishness that the slow drum beat across Carmella’s rear inspired in her new bottom. She giggled and asked “Excited?”

“…No!” Carmella grunted, doing her best to ignore all the conflicting thoughts running through her head and focusing on her dream of claiming her place at the top of the WWE hierarchy. She kept thinking about it…And then kept thinking about it…And then kept thinking about it…

Still Sasha just kept swinging her dick back and forth, thudding it firmly into Carmella’s cheeks and watching them shake for her. Carmella turned around to see what the Boss was waiting for. FUCK! That was the one thing she’d been trying not to do.

Now, she could see it. She could see an entire division staring at her naked body. Their grinning, smug, hateful faces, just salivating at the sight of Carmella being embarrassed.

And of course, Sasha had been waiting for that moment to push her hips forward.

Carmella was lucky in some respects. There still remained some lingering remnants of saliva from Sasha’s earlier rimming of her asshole. Plus, having three fingers inside her not that long ago meant her butt was almost prepared for this.

Almost.

Not enough.

Instead, she wailed. Full on wailed and cried as the head of Sasha’s cock crept agonizingly past the ring of muscle that was meant to protect her butt from spreading this wide. It failed in spectacular fashion, her sphincter parting like the Red Sea to let in the sea blue phallus of her conqueror.

“You know, I’d have lubed up if you’d accepted my offer.” Sasha calmly told her. “Wouldn’t that have been nicer?”

“I’d still have hated it.” Carmella snapped back; her pain evident from her voice. “I’m not a closet bottom and anal whore, you smug piece of shit!”

“Still so resistant…” Sasha tutted. “Why do you insist on making it worse for yourself?”

“God, can you really not get it through your thick head that some people don’t like being disgraceful butt sluts?” Carmella groaned as Sasha slipped another inch of dick inside her. She was onto the shaft now as the New Yorker’s butt began to adjust to the size of the tool being slid inside it. It still hurt though, despite her butt’s best efforts.

"No. I can’t.” Sasha admitted. “It feels good. I know it does. You do too for gods’ sake Carmella. I’ve seen you cum just as passionately and loudly as the rest of us with a cock up your bum. Seriously, why does everyone do this stupid charade where they pretend that they’re different? Getting sodomized like a dirty slut feels nice. Admit it.”

“Let me ‘sodomize you like a dirty slut’ then.” Carmella avoided the question. “I promise I’ll be nice.”

“Not a chance.” Sasha chuckled. “See, because I can admit that I like bottoming, you can believe me when I tell you that there’s a limit to that pleasure for some of us. I reached that limit a while ago. There’s so much more excitement in topping for me now. In making uncooperative little tramps like you admit that I was right all along and that everyone has a little butt slut trapped inside them waiting to get out.”

As Sasha was talking, she was still pressing forth with her goal of getting the full length of her girl cock into Carmella’s anal passage. She finally succeeded at the end of that speech, feeling her thighs sink to a rest against the warm, twitching pillows of Carmella’s ass cheeks.

The Blueprint and Standard of the women’s division happily celebrated that achievement with a stream of consciousness that had been building for a while. “Mhmmmmm yeah….you can feel that can’t you Carmella? That’s me proving that I was right. That your ass is just as slutty as everyone else’s. Maybe even more so….Oh, that’s quite a thought isn’t it? 6 months of celibacy and your ass pops open for me like nothing. You get that, Carmella? It was easy for me. You spent half a year denying yourself this pleasure just for your body to betray you instantly. That’s got to be embarrassing as fuck!”

And there it was. Suddenly Sasha sounded much more like a typical top. Like all the ones who’d beaten Carmella before. It was honestly sort of reassuring in comparison to the unorthodox and disquieting way Sasha had been behaving until now. Unfortunately, despite her wishes for something greater, Carmella knew this humiliation well. It embraced her like an old friend, comforting her and leading her to relax into the pleasure.

AAAAHHHH! What was she thinking? This wasn’t pleasurable. No. Carmella hated getting butt fucked. Apart from that one time with Asuka, of course… Well, and Sasha wasn’t technically wrong that she’d cum quite a few times more while bottoming but that wasn’t her fault. No, it was just a natural reaction. It didn’t mean she actually liked this. Not being fucked by Sasha Banks. Not by one of the horsewomen. There’d been a certain honor in submitting to a wrestling legend like Asuka. There was none in submitting to a corporate created faux legend like the ‘Legit Boss’.

While Carmella was undergoing her crisis in confidence, Sasha was utterly unconcerned with anything that the woman formerly known as “Fabulous” was thinking. Instead, the woman currently feeling fabulous was in her own faraway world where every thought was about how much she fucking loved topping.

Most of all, it was the sense of control. That was what was missing when she bottomed and why she wanted to leave that lifestyle behind. Right now, she controlled Carmella. Everyone could see it in the way she squirmed when Sasha ground her hips gently against the shit talking Barbie doll. Sasha could feel it though. Attached via quite a few inches of fake cock, she was inside Carmella’s most sacred sanctum and that meant the bitch was hers on a deep, unquantifiable level. The power rush was intoxicating.

Carmella was evidently still conflicted and unsure of how to deal with her current quandary and that meant her butthole was fluttering at almost the rate her heart was. Each sharp breath in and out meant Sasha got a firsthand view of just that as Mella’s back hole twitched with the blonde clearly unsure whether to embrace or resist the invasion.

It was one of the many little things contributing to Sasha’s contentment. This was where she belonged. Meanwhile, everyone else belonged in Carmella’s spot. They needed to understand that. Soon they would.

However, there was nothing wrong with preparing them for it. Sasha cast her eyes around the room and met the stare of each and every woman in there as she spoke “Don’t think that any one of you is escaping this. I’ve let you have your fun but that’s over now. You’re all my property for as long as I’m the Alpha female of this division and that’s about to be forever, baby.” She smiled at her own exaggerated swagger. It was the sort of bluster that she always presented in her promos and in the ring and for the first time in ages, the two were matching up. Her backstage presence reaching the same irresistible levels as her on camera heights.

“Oh, my god! Would you please just shut the fuck up?!” Carmella scowled, not quite as impressed. She sounded more uncertain and frustrated instead of angry though.

That meant Sasha’s patience was starting to pay off. In the past, Sasha would’ve been motivated by Carmella’s earlier taunts and goading. That was because in the past, Sasha had been someone who topped out of spite. Always trying to measure up and fit in to other people’s expectations.

This time, Sasha was topping for herself and only herself.

“Oh, you don’t want me to shut up Carmella.” She warned. “Not unless you want me to focus on fucking this sexy butt of yours.” She paused. Then cackled. “Unless, maybe you do. Is that it, Carmella? Are you finally ready to admit that you want the Boss to take charge?”

Carmella didn’t think it was possible for her to detest Sasha anymore. How dare she insult her like this? As if Carmella, a two-time Money in the Bank winner, a former Smackdown Women’s Champion and a certified winner from the moment she’d stepped foot in the WWE would start begging to bottom before Banks had even began fucking her.

Yes, as Sasha had pushed her dick deeper inside Carmella’s shit chute, the pain had actually lessened. Yes, she was privately beginning to wonder if the years of being a switch had made her butt more or less impervious to the pain of being violated in this manner. Yes, this whole situation was beginning to remind Carmella of why she’d needed so much time off after Asuka had broken her.

But no, she wasn’t about to admit anything of the sort.

“You know Sasha, people have places to be right now.” She snapped, faking a yawn afterwards. “Including me. So, can you stop with these pathetic mind games and fail to break me so we can all move on safe in the knowledge that you’re still the same old Sasha Banks with a bark bigger than her bite.”

At this point, Carmella had enough experience with Sasha’s current style that she was confident that there wasn’t going to be significant repercussions for her outburst.

She was right in a manner of speaking.

Sasha certainly had no intention of getting angry and lashing out verbally. Instead, she took a breath and prepared for the sheer satisfaction that was about to wash over her.

She drew her hips back. Her thighs had been planted firmly into Mella’s rear for so long that a thin layer of sweat had formed between their skin. Their lower halves soon peeled apart with her movement though and left Bank’s thighs pleasantly slick in the process. She bit her lower lip and grinned. She was marked with very real proof of just how badly she was affecting Carmella and it was amazing. She didn’t care if the sweat was from fear, excitement or just the heat of their bodies being in such close proximity. In truth, it was probably a mix of all three but it invigorated her for what was to come.

Carmella felt it too and she shivered. Regardless, she barely had time to consider it before she was hit with the much more overwhelming sensation that came from inch after thick inch of cock reversing up her anal passage. She let out a soft squeak this time. It felt like hours ago that she’d tapped out in the center of the ring but this was the moment that had been in the back of her mind the ever since. The moment she knew she was about to be fucked.

It came in a rush after that. Sasha wasn’t about to deny herself another second. Once around half the strap on had tasted fresh air again, she sent it fully back to the darkness.

This time, there was no soft nestling of Sasha’s thighs against Carmella’s cheeks. The collision was loud, violent and cruel. It brought about a bitter howl from Carmella who was instantly dissuaded from her earlier wonderings about whether she just couldn’t feel much pain in her ass anymore.

The pain wasn’t about to go anytime soon either because Sasha seemed determined not to let her settle. Their flesh hadn’t been touching for much more than a millisecond before Carmella’s insides were once again being brutally churned up by a reckless Banks who yanked her strap on back like it had been caught in a trap. Of course, it wasn’t like Carmella had to wait long for the next time her cheeks were rattled as Sasha thrust back and forth with rapid, abrasive pumps of her hips.

“MOTHERFUCKER!” Carmella yelled, tears flooding her eyes as she suffered through one of the least enjoyable butt fuckings she’d ever felt. What the fuck did Sasha think she was doing? “THAT HURTS! AHHHH! FUCKING HELL SASHA, STOOOOOPPPPPPP!”

After a few more agonizing thrusts, Carmella was ecstatic to notice Banks slowing down and soon stopping brutalizing her butt entirely, gifting her precious relief.

“You want to play the brat with me?” Sasha growled once she stopped. “Well bratty, bitchy bottoms don’t get nice, pleasant butt fuckings. They get painful ones. Until you’re ready to apologize, this is what you’re getting.”

Even though she was already fully buried inside the juicy butt of the blonde, Sasha thrust her hips forward and laughed as Carmella lurched forward and had to put her hands out to stop herself face planting on the ground. “Buckle up Mella, I am not here to play around. You wanted the Boss, well you got her!”

Then, it was right back to the rough treatment. Sasha even raked her nails down the smooth, bronze skin of Carmella’s back as she humped her strap on deep into the bowels of the golden-haired skank. Once she’d marked bloody furrows into that previously unblemished complexion, she snatched hold of that yellow mane and yanked Carmella’s head back as she swung her hips back and forth as fast and hard as she could.

“YEOOWWWWWW! BITCH!” Carmella squawked. She’d been slightly worried that she was going to enjoy Sasha fucking her. No longer. Her ass was on fire and with each merciless, rough slap of Sasha’s thighs into her butt, she howled as her rectum received a brutalizing that it was thoroughly unprepared for.

“Apologize and beg for mercy!” Sasha barked after about a minute of making Carmella groan in pain. “If you admit that I’m better than you right now in front of everyone, I might even let you go. No more harm done.”

It took a second for the offer to register but once it did, Carmella was all over it. The torture she was going through was unbearable. “I’M SORRYYYY SASHA! AHHHH FUUUCKKKK! YOU’RE BETTER! PLEASE STOP, I’M SORYYYYY!”

“Good.” She heard and once more, she felt the speed of Sasha’s fucking slow, which actually felt kind of nice after what had come before. Her hair was let go of and she shook her head, feeling her magnificent locks swish back into place around her shoulders. Soon, there was just a dull ache deep in her ass while Sasha’s strap on quivered in the shallows of her bubble butt. “Can you repeat that for me one more time? Maybe with a bit more imagination this time?”

Carmella froze. Begging in the heat of the moment had been easy. She’d have said anything to make it stop. Now, without the pain clouding it, her brain was working again and she was again remembering that she didn’t actually want to degrade herself like this.

However, the indecisiveness didn’t last too long as Carmella also remembered just how bad the past few moments had been. Submitting to avoid pain was a lot less embarrassing than submitting to indulge in pleasure anyway. Of course, Sasha would be smug afterwards but when wasn’t she? Besides, it’d be hilarious when the Boss once again thought she’d done something impressive only for Carmella to reveal the trick and turn the tables on her at some point. So, Carmella went through with the rigmarole of sounding like a loser.

“I…I’m sorry, ok Sasha?” She panted, wishing that she couldn’t hear the whispers of her fellow superstars in the background, reminding that they were all about to hear this. “You’re the Boss. I get that. I shouldn’t have been rude to you…” She considered how far she was willing to go with this before deciding that anything was preferable to what had come before. “You’re the best wrestler in the company…and that makes you better than me.” A gulp. Fuck, that hurt to say. “You’re the champion and the Alpha female. I’m sorry for trying to challenge you.”

“Excellent,” A smarmy Sasha whoop made Carmella want to take it all back. The Boss's happiness was her misery. But no, she couldn’t. Not when it was so close to being over. Unfortunately, it wasn’t over just yet as typically, Banks decided to push her further. “Oh, quick question though…I know that self-absorbed bimbos like you value looks just as much as wrestling. So…I want you to admit that I’m hotter than you too.”

“You’ve got to be kidding…?” Carmella hissed.

“Not at all.” Sasha responded. “And I’d get on with it if I was you or my generosity may run dry.”

“Ughh!” Carmella sighed. “Fine. You’re hotter than me Sasha.” She spat out. “Now, get your filthy cock out of my butt like you agreed.”

“Damn right I am.” Sasha chuckled. “Ok, you’ve done well there Mella, I have to admit. However, another thing I know about self-absorbed bimbos is that they’re not the brightest. So, I’ll just remind you of what the agreement actually was. I said that I ‘MIGHT’ let you go. And now, after you were so rude about my beautiful cock, I’ve decided that I don’t really want to.”

Carmella barely had time to compute all that and was just in the process of forming a response when her words were snatched from her by a rectum wrecking jolt of suffering in the form of Sasha’s strap on being wrenched all the way out of her asshole entirely. It was an act that took her breath away. Quite literally like a gut punch as her insides struggled to cope with their new dimensions. Her anal corridor felt more like an anal ballroom; a cavernous empty space without anything filling it.

She whimpered miserably as her body began to recover. She felt her asshole begin to close, slowly contracting back to a manageable size. Of course, that didn’t last long as Sasha intervened by firmly grabbing onto her ass cheeks and spreading them wide, letting the Blueprint of the WWE examine that sight for herself. “You really thought I was done?” She laughed. “You silly little girl. When I call myself the Legit Boss, that’s not just a fancy catchphrase. It’s not ‘Mella is Money’. It’s not ‘Fabulous’. It’s not ‘Untouchable’. It actually means something. It means that I own this company and when the employees step out of line, I am the one who reminds them of their place. See, I am THE only one who is capable of giving arrogant, jealous twerps like you the reality check that you need and exposing you for the needy anal sluts you are.”

All the progress Carmella’s butt had made towards normality was soon undone as Sasha used the easy line of sight she’d generated to spit a few more times on that slippery shit hole and then guided her strap on to the entrance of Carmella’s ass again. It quivered there for a second before Banks used her right hand to quickly help it over the threshold and back inside Carmella’s tailpipe. Then that hand went right back to holding Mella’s cheeks wide so that the Boss could get the best view of her dildo impaling Carmella’s ass.

“Oh, Carmella!” Sasha sniggered pityingly. “That was easy again. So so easy to make your ass open for me. Are you sure you haven’t been sneaking a finger up there every once in a while?”

“Shut up you traitorous CUNT!” Carmella raged, finally able to verbalize her fury at Sasha leading her on before and embarrassing herself in front of the entire locker room. “I didn’t mean a word of what I said earlier by the way. I’m better than you in every fucking department and an ugly horse face shit like you has absolutely no fucking chance of ever breaking a knockout stunner like me!”

As great as it felt to let that out, it did absolutely nothing for Carmella’s predicament as Sasha soon began fucking her again. Thankfully, she wasn’t quite as violent this time as she took her time in making sure her cock slowly slithered all the way to its deepest possible destination before leisurely slinking back to its starting spot where it barely was in Carmella’s ass at all. Carmella uncomfortably shivered throughout the duration of the first few strokes. This new pain was duller and more psychological than before as she felt every inch of her tailpipe being explored by the sapphire strap on of her current top. In fact, after the pain of earlier, it barely hurt at all. It was just super embarrassing.

Rather than punishing her, it seemed that Sasha was actually trying to get Carmella to enjoy this now as she teased her with standard top speak from the WWE playbook.

“Mhmm, that’s it Carmella. Keep relaxing those cheeks for me. I know you want this so bad and I’m going to give it to you. Fuck, I bet you’re soaked already. Ohhhhhhhhhh yesssssssss, you’d better enjoy it because I'm just getting started. Mhmmmmmmmm, fuck yeah, just getting started breaking in this slutty little fuckhole! Keep relaxing and taking it right up your tight ass, you little butt slut. Oh fuck yeah, ooooooooooh, fucking take it, ooooooooooh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk!”

So, it continued for several minutes as Carmella endured Sasha’s fantastical and foolish falsehoods about Carmella actually enjoying this.

However, it wasn’t enough to break Carmella’s resolve. No, she was too good for it, too good to bottom. It was all so pathe…OH NO!

It had only been a second but it had flashed across her consciousness with startling force. A tendril of pleasure as Sasha’s cock bottomed out in her tush.

Ok, that was fine. Her body was always going to betray her at some point. The important thing was that her mind stayed strong.

A few minutes later and the pleasure was becoming more commonplace. Sasha was being remarkably restrained in not increasing the pace and it meant that Carmella began to anticipate it coming. Every time Banks pulled back, she prepared herself, knowing that her butt was about to be assaulted by waves of bliss. On the plus side, her refusal to make any noise meant no one else knew that this was making her feel as good as it was. Carmella had absolutely no intention of giv…SHIT!

“Ooooh, was that a moan?” Sasha gleefully leapt on the slight moment of weakness.

“Gyahhh GO FUCK YOURSELF!” Carmella yelled.

“Nah, I’m having far too much fun fucking you to worry about myself.” Sasha teased.

She soon stopped talking after that though and focused all her attention on Mella’s butt, dialing up the intensity as she slammed her hips forward with increasing force. Each stab of her dick brought even more potent bursts of pleasure to Carmella’s nerve center as her brain lit up with delight, telling the blonde to enjoy and welcome this.

To her credit, Carmella held out for a little while longer. She wasn't welcoming shit!

It soon transpired that what was doing was fighting an impossible battle though when another moan escaped her lips.

This time it passed without comment. At least from Sasha. She did hear Chelsea Green giggle and say “Is everyone on the main roster this slutty?” Carmella wanted to break the Canadian cow’s other hand but she was far too busy trying not to totally break into whimpering, moaning and begging for Sasha to fuck her harder.

However, before long, the moans were alarmingly regular. Carmella’s best efforts were failing her.

Sasha then spoke again. “Give up Carmella. You know you can’t resist this forever.”

Carmella hated how much her words made sense. She’d seen enough action in WWE locker rooms over the years to know that there was no way that she was becoming a top anytime soon. Not all buttfuckings were created equal and the one Sasha was building up to here was going to be a big one. She’d barely used any energy yet and Carmella’s ass was already a turbulent vortex of pleasure. Fuck, when had Sasha Banks became such a good top?

Maybe if she submitted now, she’d have a better chance of surviving in the long term. She didn’t want another Asuka situation after all because she knew Banks wouldn’t in a million years turn down the opportunity to make Mella a pure bottom like the Joshi had. If she could get through this without totally breaking, she could start plotting her revenge.

However, submitting now would make it even harder to ever get that revenge. How would anyone take her seriously if she made it easy on Sasha now?

Urghhhh…this conundrum was tearing her apart.

Meanwhile, there were no such debates going on in Sasha’s head. Every move was decisive and instinctual as she clinically continued to turn up the heat on the blonde.

For example, she’d been holding apart Carmella’s buttocks for some time now but it was becoming a pointless act. There was no doubt anymore that the back door of her new plaything was an open and inviting one. She’d seen her blue flavored cock stretch that opening enough. There were better things for her hands to be doing.

So, she brought them up to the back of her head and interlocked her fingers in a show of relaxed power. Meanwhile, she switched up her strokes from long, languid ones that teased Carmella’s entire butt chute to short, rapid ones that rammed just the final few inches of her cock into Mella’s depths over and over. It was a change that made the blonde Barbie stiffen and moan again. There was no doubt anymore. She was loving every second of this.

Meanwhile, Sasha glanced around. She wanted to see what the show was doing to the rest of the roster present. She wasn’t disappointed.

They gazed with undisguised joy. If you’d asked them, most probably would’ve said that it was Sasha they were imagining being in the shoes of but there was a hunger and submissiveness in most of the watching eyes that told Sasha they would be easy to acquire.

Hell, Billie Kay had already totally succumbed and had thrust her hand down her panties to get some relief. Sasha caught her eye and winked, causing the Aussie to blush deeply. Oh, yes, this bunch of sluts would be no trouble at all.

As Sasha continued her scan of the locker room, her vision was drawn to the television in one corner. Smackdown was nearly over and all the scheduled women’s segments but one were done but as always, it’d been kept on so they could keep an eye on developments in case anything cropped up that required their presence. Right now, Bianca and Natalya were having that last women’s segment. Their match had been chucked in the dead slot before the main event and it wasn’t going well for Natalya. Bianca had just hit her with a standing moonsault that drew a close 2 count.

The EST was very impressive. Sasha had to admit that much. So strong. So athletic. So…tempting. As Sasha watched, Belair bent over to pick the downed blonde up by her hair. Sasha made a mental note to praise the camera crew next time she saw them. The view was stupendous. Bianca’s ginormous, heavenly ass stuck out like a haystack in a needle. It was all she could focus on. It consumed her.

Sasha had known Bianca’s derriere was fat and appetizing but something about that moment elevated Bianca Belair’s rump to ravishing, celestial beauty in her mind. Maybe it was just everything else about this situation inspiring her but that was the sort of ass that one could spend hours getting to know in intimate detail, learning about every hump and crevice with hand and tongue before discovering yet more about its depths with a nice big cock.

Until now, Sasha had viewed Bianca as just another conquest. A good looking one for sure, and one that was responsible for pushing Sasha back on the path towards Alpha femaledom. That was it though. She planned to beat Bianca, gleefully take her anal virginity, then relegate her down to rotation bitch status.

As the camera cut away though, Sasha was wondering if Bianca could be something more. She thought of the role Bayley had played for so long before her recent betrayal and efforts to be a top.

Bianca and Bayley were similar in a lot of ways. Both were excellent wrestlers. Both had massive, juicy butts.

Ok, maybe that wasn’t a lot of ways…

Still, Sasha was now considering a third. Maybe they could both spend extended time in the Boss’s favor as her plaything and ultimate submissive bottom. Of course, Bayley and Sasha had been friends first. She doubted that would be possible with Bianca who’d seemed dead set on claiming Sasha’s ass for herself.

Then again, she had mentioned that she’d looked up to Sasha in the past too. Maybe there was a route through there?

Thoughts for another day perhaps.

Right now though, she had another submissive bottom to finish taming. While Sasha had been watching Bianca, Carmella had been continuing down the path of submission as she moaned and panted like the bitch she was.

Banks brought her hands down and once again rested them against Carmella’s soft butt cheeks. This time, she didn’t bother spreading them, instead she groped and fondled them firmly, encouraging her charge with some smooth pumps of her strap on. “Alright Carmella, you’ve proven your point. You’re a tough cookie, more than just a pretty face and all but let’s be honest, you know I’m going to break you before long and I think it’s time that I proved it.”

She wasn’t wrong. Carmella was slowly starting to believe that Sasha was going to break her. Not certain but it was a growing suspicion. It was damn infuriating too. Carmella knew she was better than Sasha. She was better than all of them. Hotter. Sexier. Superior. And yet, here she was. Her ass filled with a fake cock and Sasha Banks making her feel like a pathetic loser.

Feeling like a pathetic loser wasn’t the bad part though. Carmella had been through that before. She’d been cheated and foiled enough times that even a peerless top and beauty like her had begun to doubt herself.

The bad part was that Sasha was making her feel grateful.

Grateful for every push of that massive, long cock into her butt that gave her butterflies. Grateful for how even now, she could enjoy the way the dildo felt as it wobbled around inside her butt and sent her spiraling into a mental state where she wanted nothing more than to break down and beg the Boss to slam her tight fuck hole into oblivion. Grateful for Sasha fucking Banks! HOW?

She still hated Sasha but she was starting to love her too. Or at least, love how she was making Carmella feel.

Banks was starting to love Carmella too. Though just like Carmella, her feelings stopped a million miles short of romantic or even platonic love. What Sasha loved was Carmella’s butt. It was an aesthetic marvel that looked so sexy with her strap on slipping in and out of it.

Inspired by its beauty, she began the fucking in earnest now, stepping up from the past few moments of rocking back and forth in her depths. “Ohhh yeahhhhh…” She let out an unconscious moan before unleashing a much more conscious verbal tirade that flew so naturally from her lips that she pondered how she’d ever doubted her top credentials, “Ohhhhhhh fuckkkkkkk….you filthy whore…you dirty little butt slut…mhmmmmmm…your asshole is so loose and inviting. Don’t you EVER fucking dare tell me you don’t love being a bottom Carmella! Not when I can see how you’re reacting right now. Ohhhh yesssssss…I can feel you wanting to give in to this. I know you want to beg for more. And you will. Oh fuck, you’ll do so much more than that though. You’ll beg me to make you cum. You’ll beg me to fuck you every day for the rest of your loser career. You’ll beg me to make you the bottom bitch of the entire locker room so that they can all use your slutty shit hole whenever they like. Ohhhhhhhhh shitttttt yesssssssss…you’ll become the dirtiest, most desperate butt slut in WWE history and you’ll love every single second because your butt was made to be fucked like this…ohhhhh just like this…FUCKKKK YESSSSS!”

Carmella was disgusted.

How the fuck was she getting wetter the more Sasha rambled?

Her pussy had been slowly moistening throughout the butt fucking but it had been kicked into overdrive as she was forced to visualize the grim fate that awaited her should she indeed succumb to Sasha’s sublime sexual skills. Floods of pleasure wracked her body too, further worsening her predicament. Carmella wanted to believe that it was just a consequence of the increased pace of the fucking but she doubted it. From the moment Sasha had first penetrated her back door, there’d been a voice in the back of her mind telling her that this felt good on more than just a physical level. That voice was getting louder with time.

Tears in her eyes, Carmella groaned. She wanted to hold on. Some part of her did at least. An increasingly large part of her wanted to submit though. “Ca…I…Ughhh…” She hesitated, nearly asking for release right then before a burst of resilience held it at bay.

“It’s ok, Carmella.” Sasha murmured softly, sensing the moment drawing near. “You want to be my little butt slut. You don’t need to deny it anymore. I’m going to break you either way so why not make it a enjoy it instead of being awkward?”

“Ngyahhhhh! NO!” The blonde howled. “I’m not a bottom!”

Sasha was tempted to pick up the pace and truly ruin the sweet, stubborn ass in front of her to prove what a lying slut Carmella was but in keeping with her new calm demeanor; she held back. It’d be way more effective for Carmella to beg like this. Completely lucid and aware that she was humiliating herself in front of the entire locker room. So, she remained thrusting her hips back and forth at a strong but steady speed, only adding to Carmella’s torment with some satisfying slaps of palm on butt flesh. The Princess of Staten Island whined as Sasha gazed adoringly at the jiggle in her tanned round globes.

It was around a minute and several agonizing moans later that Carmella began panting furiously as she slapped her palms into the ground in frustration.

“Can’t tap your way out of this one.” Sasha mocked. “This isn’t the ring sweetie. Here, the only way you get release is by giving me what I want.”

The subsequent seconds felt like days to Carmella as she fought with everything she had left not to embarrass herself. Then…

“P…Pl…Please Sasha…”

Banks didn’t break stride as she waited a second before realizing that had been the end of it. “Pathetic effort.” She said angrily, smacking her hand more aggressively into Carmella’s ass this time. “Tell me what you want me to do. And remember that I’m your top and address me accordingly!”

Carmella let out a whimper of pure shame as she fully submitted to the request. “Please Mistress Sasha…please make me cum.”

“Why?” Sasha asked.

Carmella stammered through her next words in between long, loud moans of pure pleasure. “B…Because I’m your bitch…ohhhhh fuckkkkkk…because this feels so good…I need more…Uahhhhh…because I want to you to make me cum like a…bottom…a dirty, loser bottom who loves having her butt fucked….Ahhhh shitttt…because I want to be your fucking butt slut!”

“Oh Carmella.” Sasha exclaimed happily. “That was almost perfect. You’ve earned yourself a reward for sure. Just one quick thing first, I want you to tell all your fellow superstars exactly who owns your ass and exactly who is the undisputed Alpha female of this brand.”

This time there was not even a passing attempt at hesitation as Carmella saw the finish line in sight. “You own my ass Mistress Sasha! You’re the Alpha female of Smackdown. I’ll never challenge you again!”

Sasha looked at the audience sternly. “You’d better listen to her because from now on, anyone who doesn’t bend the fuck over when I ask them will end up just like Carmella, humiliated and embarrassed in public. Exposed as the useless ass whores they are. Turned into forever bottoming butt sluts.”

Then, she turned her attention to something she’d be longing to do for quite some time. Using every bit of power in her hips to slam fuck Carmella into total submission.

“TAKE IT YOU STUPID ASS SLUT! OOOOOHHHHH FUUUCKKKKK, YEAHHH…THAT’S IT CARMELLA! I OWN YOUR ASS NOW! I’M GOING TO MAKE SURE IT’S NEVER FUCKING CLOSED FOR THE REST OF YOUR CAREER! EVERY FUCKING DAY, SOMEONE IS GOING TO WRECK YOUR LOOSE SHIT HOLE AND YOU’LL LOVE EVERY FUCKING SECOND OF IT BECAUSE YOU’RE A LITTLE BUTT BITCH…MY LITTLE BUTT BITCH…! MHMMMMM YEAHHHHHHH…YOU’RE THE BOSSES BUTT BITCH NOW. THE BOSSES…! BUTT…! BITCH…!”

Sasha did not go easy on Carmella. She wanted to break this blonde whore permanently and that hunger drove that extra 1% of force behind every shove of her strap on into the gaping hole before her.

Carmella didn’t mind that Sasha wasn’t going easy on her. She’d lost herself in the bliss of finally giving into the desires she’d been repressing for the entirety of their interaction, relishing the way her butt was being treated so dismissively, like it was just an inanimate object for Sasha to ruin and wreck. Her screams began mixing in with Sasha’s creating a wild, harmonious cacophony of ecstatic yells between bottom and top.

“OAAHHHHHH FUGHHACCKKKKKK…OHHHHH JUST LIKE THAT MISTRESS SASHAAAAAA…FUCK MY ASS. OH GOD YES…FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT! MHMMMMM DESTROY MY TIGHT LITTLE ASSHOLE AND MAKE ME CUM! OHHHH SHIIIITTTTTTT! OH SHIT!”

Unlike Carmella, Sasha’s smile was unbreakable at that point. There was nothing quite like hearing a bottom embrace her place in the world. Every word out of Carmella’s screechy, conceited mouth had been insufferable to her before. But now, the radiant blonde may as well have been an angel as her words filled Banks with pure joy and hope for the future.

That joy may also have been influenced by her current vigorous strokes meaning the Boss herself was becoming quite aroused from the bumping of the ridged inside of the harness into her pussy.

However, her arousal was nowhere near that coming from the Princess of Staten Island who was writhing like a fish on the end of a hook as she got closer to her orgasm, something Sasha was keen to encourage.

“THAT’S IT CARMELLA…CUM FOR YOUR MISTRESS WHILE I GAPE YOUR SLUTTY ASSHOLE…!”

She’d had other words lined up but it only took that one sentence before Carmella’s squeals reached a fresh, now wordless pitch and the stiffening of her body told Sasha all she needed to know. The blonde had just exploded.

This would’ve been a point where she’d have eased up if Carmella had been willing to submit earlier. She would’ve slowed down and let them both bask in this pleasure. Carmella had been stubborn though. And that meant Sasha was going to brutalize her tailpipe until it was custom sculpted around the exact shape of Sasha’s strap on.

So, without allowing Carmella the slightest freedom to enjoy her first, mind wrecking orgasm, Sasha got to work on giving her another, continually banging her cock into the depths of the bottom’s butt, intent on leaving that already well abused hole little more than a devastated relic that bore no resemblance to an anus at all. It would be an abyss, a wide chasm designed for the sole purpose of being fucked by whichever woman felt like it.

As she began pounding harder and harder, Sasha’s eyes caught the tv again where she watched the referee count to 3. Natalya had just been pulverized into the mat by a KOD. Honestly, it made Sasha happy. There was no way the Queen of Harts was worthy of being the one to take the EST’s anal cherry. That was a right for Sasha alone.

Time went wonky after that.

Carmella was the one who felt that most. The passage of time was rather irrelevant when her anal passage was being relentlessly assaulted by rapturous euphoria. Sasha’s girl cock in her butt was the greatest thing she’d ever felt. Every time it shifted even slightly in her bowels, it brought with it unimaginable joy.

“OH! OH! OHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKK!” She’d wail. “OH GODDDDDDD…YESSSSSSSSSS….!”

That was about as intelligible as she got. The rest of the time, it’d simply be raw celebrations and screams of joy as she loved every second of Sasha stuffing her butt, making it the Boss’s personal playground to use as she wished.

However, it didn’t take too long for Carmella to learn how to use the playground for her own pleasure. She began slamming her hips backward whenever possible, trying to time those thrusts with Sasha’s own in order to maximize the impact of each dominant, forceful thrust forward with her own submissive, energetic thrust backward.

While not quite as lost to the moment as her bitch, Sasha had totally shut out the outside world nonetheless. Her vision was filled by Carmella’s juicy bubble butt and the conquest of that beautiful shit hole was all she cared about for the time being.

The jiggle and shake of those cheeks with each impact was hypnotic. Carmella’s butt quaking as Sasha’s hips jerked forward and plunged her cock inside that previously tight hole that now let her in with barely any resistance at all.

Once she noticed Carmella hurling herself back onto the cock in her butt, Sasha knew it was over. That was the action of a woman whose mind was broken, one who was acting on raw submissive instinct.

She rewarded her bitch by finding fresh strength within her to slam harder as she groped and kneaded those glorious cheeks between each fucking, slamming her hands into the flesh eagerly as she screamed out a rambling monologue of pure joy.

“OOOOOOOOOOOH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS, YOUR ASS IS MINE!" She gleefully called out, smacking that bountiful bubble butt, making it jiggle even more for her, "JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE ON THIS BRAND, YOU’RE THE BOSSES BUTT SLUT NOW OHHHHHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH, YOU ALL BELONG TO ME AND I’M GOING TO MAKE YOU ALL BEG ME TO FUCK YOUR WHORE ASSES, OOOOOOOOOOH YESSSSSSSSSSS, MMMMMMMMM, AND I'M GONNA FUCKING DO IT TOO! RUIN THEM! FUCK THEM! DESTROY THEM! MMMMMMMMMMM YESSSSSSSSSSSS, JUST LIKE THIS! LOOK AT HOW MUCH YOU’RE LOVING IT! OOOOHHHHHHH THAT’S RIGHT, YOU’RE MY BITCH NOW MELLA! MMMMMMMMMM, GONNA WRECK YOUR ASS, FUCKING WRECK IT, OOOOOOOOOOH SHIIIIIIIIIT!”

And so it went for…who knew how long?

Endless fucking and anal pleasure. Total compatibility between the two as they shared in the joy of a true taming of the formerly proud Carmella, who’d believed herself destined for topping greatness and the exceedingly proud Sasha Banks who still knew she was destined for the Alpha female position over everyone in the entire company, not least this beautiful hunk of butt flesh in front of her.

Sasha had no idea how many times Carmella came. Or how many times she came for that matter. When the first one hit, she’d let loose a roar of gratification but refused to slow down one bit, in a testament to her topping talents. A singular orgasm wasn’t enough to stop the Standard of the WWE.

Eventually though, she did get close to her limit and given that she was in public, she wasn’t about to fuck herself to total exhaustion. She needed to keep up appearances and didn’t want to undercut the grand statement she was making to the rest of the locker room.

She slowed and soon stood on slightly wobbly legs with her strap on resting inside the sorely damaged shit hole of a now totally incoherent Carmella. The blonde had been so overwhelmed that her body had sagged into a limp ramp with her ass up and her head resting against the ground with a puddle of drool beneath her mouth. It was a visual that Sasha couldn’t have crafted any better as she looked around once more.

This time there was no pretense. Everyone present looked at Sasha in awe. She’d taken Carmella and totally obliterated her to the point of near unconsciousness.

She grinned. “Not bad for a woman who’s ‘bark is worse than her bite’ am I right?”

“Not bad at all…” Sasha heard Tamina mutter, which only confirmed the impact that the Boss had just had. The Pacific Island powerhouse wasn’t the type to hand out compliments easily. She’d wrecked her fair share of rectums in her career, mostly those of the willing bottoms because she was pretty useless as a wrestler. There weren’t many stronger and capable of dealing out more damage to butt sluts, something she took great pride in and why most avoided her completely. Only the sluttiest could handle it.

“Well,” Sasha clapped her hands together. “Shall we all gather round and see just how big Carmella’s ass is gaping?”

Everyone swiftly and dutifully shuffled over and once they all were in place, Sasha slowly, teasingly pulled her strap on out of the crater it had created, causing the not quite comatose Carmella to whimper pathetically.

“Holy shit!” Ruby gasped, sounding envious that Sasha hadn’t desecrated her butt like that.

“Mmm…” Sonya salivated. “That’s one hell of a gape.”

Even Bayley shrugged and confessed, “Pretty good.”

Sasha herself stayed silent but she crouched down and grabbed quickly onto each of the reddened cheeks that threatened to hide the impact of her destruction of Carmella’s butt. The sight that she bathed in was heavenly. Carmella’s rear passage looked like a mineshaft, excavated to perfection with the pulsating flaps of her anal entrance directing the eyes straight to the wonderous sight at the center. She could’ve stared at the masterpiece all day, if it weren’t set to be such a fleeting work of art. Well, she would make sure that wasn’t the case.

“Liv! Plug!” She called out.

A few seconds later and she held in her hands a marine blue butt plug, shaped to perfectly slide into the waiting rectum. “Everyone, get one last look.” She announced before pushing the tip into the dark hole and enjoying how easily it made it in and how Carmella, who was slowly coming back to cognizance moaned happily. “Well, technically I doubt it’ll be your last look.” She added. “After all, Carmella’s butt hole is open for business from now on. Just as long as you remember to replace the plug afterwards so the dirty butt slut never gets ideas above her station again, anyone can take her for a ride, isn’t that right Carmella?”

“…Umhmmm…yessss…Mistress Sasha. My ass is available for anyone.” Came the whispered response. With her throat sore and voice hoarse from screaming, Carmella sounded truly defeated and no one present had any doubt. Sasha had tamed the bitchy blonde and made her a broken bottom.

“Good girl.” Sasha comforted. “I’m sure that your colleagues will only be too happy to give your beautiful, whore butt what it needs, you lucky little thing. And if they don’t…well, the Boss will always be here to keep you in line.”

“Mhmmm…thank you Mistress Sasha.” Carmella said, then seemed to hesitate. Dread filled Sasha’s heart. Surely, the blonde wasn’t already feeling rebellious…? “Ummm…ahhh…Can I ask you for something Mistress Sasha?”

“You can...”

“Can I please have the honor of cleaning your cock Mistress?” The New Yorker asked hesitantly, desperation and humiliation filling her eyes as she succumbed to her depraved desires once more, this time without even needing to be prompted.

Sasha didn’t know why she’d doubted herself. It was like she’d forgotten that she was the Boss and Alpha female of Smackdown for a brief second. She laughed, covering up her relief. “Oh Carmella, I know I’m mean but I’d never deny one of my bottoms that pleasure.” She stood up and stepped out of the harness as she kicked Carmella onto her back.

Putting the shaft in her right hand and holding it just out of Carmella’s reach, she lay down on Carmella’s supine form, enjoying the mixture of juices that squelched between their bodies as she clutched her left hand around the blonde’s cheeks firmly and stared her down. The outside world faded away again as the two shared an intimate moment when their eyes met. In that moment, it became clear to Sasha that Carmella had no intention of rebelling. The woman looked at her with wonder and admiration. Sasha’s smile became surprisingly genuine as she addressed her new bottom. “Before I let you suck your filthy ass juices off my cock, I want to hear you beg for it and thank me for exposing you as a disgusting butt slut one last time.”

Carmella couldn’t get the words out fast enough as she stared into the gorgeous face of her new top. She briefly remembered how much she’d hated Sasha and thought she was inferior earlier that night. What the hell had she been thinking? This woman was a goddess who’d shown her exactly how much she craved being a dirty anal whore. Sure, maybe Asuka had started that process but right now, Sasha was the one who deserved all the credit as far as she was concerned. “Please, please let me suck your cock Mistress. I need it so bad because I’m a disgusting butt slut. Oh god, I’m so sorry for ever pretending otherwise. I want to taste my butt on your cock soooo bad. Mhmmm, thank you so much for showing me that my ass was made to be fucked by superior tops like you. I promise to be a good anal bitch from now on. I…GWACKKKK!”

Sasha rammed the head of the dildo viciously between the parted, red lips and enjoyed the choked gasp followed by the frantic sucking noises as Carmella furiously worked to accommodate the thick tool in her mouth and enjoy the taste of her butt off it. That didn’t seem to take long as Banks listened to the telltale noise of a muffled, delighted moan as the blonde successfully extracted that alluring, taboo flavor. Sasha almost felt envious. She knew all too well how good it felt to engage in such vile, perverted debauchery. Tasting your own ass off another woman’s cock stimulated the darkest recesses of the mind and it never failed to feel blissfully dirty.

However, making another woman who’d been so haughty and smug earlier that night moan like that…? Making her cry with discomfort and happiness simultaneously by burying your strap on in her throat…? Watching makeup stain Carmella’s model like face and looking around to see envy across the equally pretty faces of her supposed peers as she proved herself the true top in the locker room?

Equally joyous.

Once she was satisfied that Carmella had fully sucked every aroma of blonde butt from her cock, Sasha let go of the harness and stood. “Take a shower.” She ordered. “Once you’re as clean as my cock, come to my hotel room. Ruby and Liv will show you the way. I’m nowhere near done with your butt tonight.”

She turned and walked out of there without another word. The swift exit ensured she’d leave with the impact of her actions still reverberating across the locker room. Besides, she needed a shower and rest herself because taming Carmella in a single session had been one hell of an exertion and she didn’t want to show the slightest weakness to them.

Now, they’d seen her leave on top and now they’d all know that she was *the* top on Smackdown.

The. Undisputed. Alpha. Female.

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Epilogue

Later that night, Sasha lay awake in her hotel room. She was spooning Carmella, arms wrapped around the formerly smug superstar who had recently snuggled against her so meekly and submissively before the exhaustion of her taming overtook her and she fell into a slumber. Meanwhile, Sasha’s strap on remained lodged firmly in the keister of her new slave in a show of dominance.

Banks was more confident than ever. Smackdown was her brand and there was nothing anyone could do about it. No one in that locker room right now would even dare try to usurp her after that display. She’d just proven once and for all that they weren’t on her level.

Well, there was the one who hadn’t been in the locker room who might call her shot but she wouldn’t succeed. No chance in hell.

Sasha smirked to herself at the thought. Bianca was likely enjoying herself a Canadian fuckdoll right now. She hoped so. The more confident the rookie got, the more she thought she could take down Sasha, the more satisfying it’d be when Banks eventually put her in her place.

Oh, how she’d protest. The rare NXT alumni that graduated as virgins always did. Sasha should know. She’d been one of them. Bianca would think she was different no doubt. That she was a real top and couldn’t possibly enjoy getting her ass stuffed full with cock. Sasha would obliterate those misapprehensions. She’d make the EST whimper, moan and beg before accepting the Boss as her rightful owner.

The thought had Sasha excited and somehow, her pussy started getting wet again under her strap on harness. Even for Sasha, that was impressive. She’d had so many orgasms already after all and despite having just claimed a beautiful, bootylicious permanent bottom in Carmella, the only ass that could do that to her right now was Bianca’s.

It was fascinating food for thought as she drifted to sleep…