Beautiful Brutality Ch. 02

Ember had a tasty little shitpipe too, as did Io Shirai. In fact, Io probably had the tastiest asshole that Dakota had ever sampled, short of her own. It was close, but nothing could rival the taste of Cap'n Kota's butt, a well-known fact in the NXT locker room, on account of the fact that Raquel rarely shut up about how yummy her Kiwi Hunny's bummy really was. But Io was no slouch, rest assured.

Maybe all of her successes inside of the ring made the flavor of Io's already tasty tush even sweeter? Shirai was practically wrestling royalty in Japan, a young legend who'd accomplished everything within her home promotion of World Wonder Ring Stardom physically possible before the age of thirty. You name it, Io probably did it twice, all while putting on some of the best matches women's wrestling has ever seen. So maybe, Io's asshole just tasted so good because of the added adrenaline rush that came from putting such a decorated athlete in a compromising situation?

Whatever the case, Io's ass was top notch, and not just in the taste department, either. The Joshi Judas really did her best to spit at the notion that all Asian women have flat, almost non-existent curves. Shirai's thighs, sweet like sugar and thick like a bowl of oatmeal, were only the tip of Io's sexiness iceberg. Her breasts weren't the biggest but, to be fair, they looked much larger on her relatively small frame, and what they ultimately lacked in size, they made up for in shape.

Much like her teammates, Shotzi Blackheart had quite the impressive physique, as well. Outside of her gothic, tatted up appearance, Shotzi's vibrant green hair really helped her stand out from the rest of the NXT pack. That wasn't all that stood out about her, either. Coupled with her wild, outlandish persona was an ample chest just begging to be set free from the skin-tight prison The Ballsy Badass liked to call gear, and round, plump ass that spilled out of her thong-like bottoms.

On paper, the three couldn't be more different. Ember, Io, and Shotzi all came from different backgrounds, from separate cultures and the like. But one trait they shared and enjoyed together was their big, fat, fuckable asses, and the women behind them enjoying the meat.

The Captain and Co. had silently agreed that they'd take as long as they could rimming the array of fat asses available. Take their time and really get their fill of the delicious butt cream that Shotzi, Io, and Ember had to offer. And for a while, their extended oral sessions went under the radar, unseen by the overlord of the division, Ripped Raquel, who was too busy slapping Rhea Ripley's big pale butt through her gear to notice just how long her minions were taking.

Naturally, the crew were only supposed to be prepping those butts for the upcoming anal workout and nothing more. A prelude of sorts, before the real fun could begin. Raquel was obviously saving all of her energy for Rhea, so the rest of NXT's baddies had plenty of time to pass those big booties around and take turns until La Chingona was primed and ready to make an example out of The Nightmare.

What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her though, and it wasn't like Raquel wasn't amused anyway, right? So Candice, Dakota, and Toni took their time, eating as much of their designated target's butt as possible and eventually even trading off, each shifting down the line one space. Dakota moved on to Ember's big, black booty, Toni switched to Shotzi, and Candice looped to the front and took the prized piece of the pie, the NXT Women's Champ, The Genius of the Sky. Then, when that grew tiresome, they shifted again, and again, and again, eventually completing several laps until Raquel took notice and promptly got the show on the road.

With another slap to Rhea's butt, still clothed as Big Mami Cool was saving the special moment when it would finally be revealed, Raquel growled, "What's the hold up, guys? You should've started already!"

Dakota, trembling with immediately in response to Raquel raising her voice, began babbling, "Sorry, Raquel, I- I mean, we just thought-"

"I don't care what you think!" Raquel barked, showing a more aggressive side towards her supposed "boss", following that up with a surprising confirmation. "Get on with it, before I take control of this little showcase!"

Dakota didn't want that, almost exclusively because it meant herself, Toni, and Candice growing the number of bottoms in line, ready to be fucked from three to six. And thus, the rimming sesh finally came to an end, Dakota officially cutting things off with an affirmative, "Will do, Raquel," directed towards her mistress-behind-closed-doors.

One by one, the winning trio removed their tongues from the losing trio and disappeared into the room in search of strap-ons, with the losers lacking any kind of fight or snappy remarks, a sign that they'd long since accepted defeat. No shame, no humility of any capacity to be felt, a fact that infuriated Rhea to no end, before another smack to her delicious bum set her straight again.

Io and the gals wouldn't dare fight back, not when they were half-looking forward to what came next. It wasn't a big deal for them, bottoming out and all. In fact, it was practically a regular occurrence, unlike for the captain of their team. So, when the winners returned, now fully strapped and ready to rock, there was no drastic change in behavior. Io didn't feel her heart race, a chill didn't run up Shotzi's spine, and Ember didn't begin to sweat or panic.

Dakota and the gals took their original positions, with The Cap'n claiming Io, Toni Storm picking Moon's eclipse, and The Poison Pixie getting stuck with Shotzi. Which, truthfully, wasn't a bad thing per se, more so that Candice would've rather fucked someone with a championship history than a glorified jobber. She was the most self-respecting member of this team, after all, outside of Raquel. Dakota was a pure-bred switch and Toni was a flat-out bottom; out of the three, LeRae was the only one who could honestly say she hasn't been fucked in the butt in quite a while.

Naturally, such an accomplishment only occured because Raquel's attention has been focused elsewhere, and not with putting Candice in her place but...still! Candice felt like she should get to pick, she should get a choice in who she would fuck and sadly, she wasn't afforded that opportunity. Dakota picked first because of her ties to Raquel, and Toni picked next because of her Maw Young Classic tournament and NXT UK championship wins, leaving Mrs. Wrestling out to dry.

It wasn't all bad though, and her worries began to seep away once she properly took her place behind Shotzi's fat Filipina ass, the interior all wet and slimy from the extended rimjob and the exterior slick and sweaty from the near-hour long battle they all shared. While Candice wasn't able to choose her "victim", nobody could tell her when to start actually victimizing The Ballsy Badass, an opportunity Candice took advantage of as a way to flex her blatant superiority to her teammates.

While Kota and Storm were busy delaying the inevitable, Candice wasted no time in pushing forward forcefully, Shotzi squealing in agony as her asshole was ripped open. Even with all of the preparation, Blackheart wasn't ready for a forced entry and naturally, a lack of time to brace for the invasion resulted in a very painful experience early on.

Not wanting to be left behind in the anal affairs, the outstanding members from Team Raquel got going, with Dakota and Toni lining up their cocks with each respective fuckhole. Almost in unison, they pressed forward as an array of varying sounds began to fill the room. Unlike Candice though, Dakota and Toni took their time, allowing Io and Ember's assholes to slowly open up and accept the gracious gift being offered.

Io, the more experienced bottom of the two, was able to do so faster, and in no time at all, gobbled up The Captain of Team Kick's cock head, gasping and moaning for more. Ember struggled a bit more, and probably would've been squirming and squealing like Shotzi, if it wasn't for a combined effort between two specific occurrences: the lack of weight behind Toni Storm's strokes and, as an extension of that, Toni's overall inexperience as a top.

Her natural instincts directed her to take things slow, which worked out because otherwise, the sudden invasion may have been a bit much for Ember to handle. The War Goddess was, without a doubt, the most self-respecting of the three bottoms being put to work and, as a result, has taken the least amount of cocks. With less experience than the others, getting stuck with Kota or even worse, Candice, could've made for an extremely compromising situation, a fact that briefly helped Ember find appreciation for her pairing with Toni Storm. Briefly, because seconds later, Ember remembered that she shouldn't find any appreciation for any situations involving herself bottoming out.

Ember, for better or for worse, has never given up on her hopes and dreams of becoming a top female within WWE. For the better, it's allowed her to stay at the top of her game, through injuries, bad creative, and a bevy of other circumstances that have plagued her run within Vince McMahon's house of sweaty sports-entertainers thus far. Her confidence in herself has never faltered, no matter how many times she's lost or been told that she's not good enough.

For the worse though, Ember's dreams have clouded her perception of the WWE women's hierarchy, falsely tricking her into believing that success in the ring can and will translate to success in the bedroom. This has never been the case but, with someone like Io Shirai as champion, a stone cold bottom who somehow managed to top Rhea Ripley, one of the most dominant people within WWE, something now fact and not just a silly rumor, Ember's ideals were even more believable.

Naturally, all of that was hard to believe now that Toni Storm was filling her tight chute with a seemingly endless amount of rubber man-meat, but that was neither her nor there. Deep down, Ember truly believed that if she was the champion, she wouldn't be in this predicament, and such a thought was to her detriment. At least, that's what the other tops would tell her, anyway.

Be it Big Mami, Candice, Dakota, Indi Hartwell, Rhea, or any of the other top-tier girls in NXT, it didn't matter. Ask 'em, and they'd tell you that Ember Moon's massive butt was meant to be plowed endlessly. Just so round and full, the epitome of the phrase "thicc", complimented by her meaty thighs and her otherwise small stature. Much like the woman fucking her ass, Ember was mostly lower-body, a fact that any detractor would be quick to point out was exactly why her strong mindset was a detriment to her mental health. 'Cause depriving others of fucking that big black booty was essentially denying her destiny!

Alas, Ember was too proud to submit as much as she should. And it's not like she didn't enjoy bottoming out either! In fact, she was already enjoying herself with only half of Toni's mast stuck inside of her shitpipe, sending images straight to Moon's mind about the inevitable steamy moment when herself and Toni came together, every inch of that shaft disappearing between the layers upon layers of thiccness they shared. The only problem was those pesky dreams of hers.

Ember thought very highly of herself for...some reason. Despite several key losses that maybe could've changed management's mind about her, especially a pair of those to the mighty Empress of Tomorrow, The War Goddess still felt like she had something to prove. So, instead of giving up on ever making it as a star in WWE, instead of letting all of her hard work, busting that big booty to even make it here go to waste, Ember persevered. And sadly, the only thing truly going to waste was her massive potential as a free-use slut.

Nobody was denying her incredible in-ring acumen or her impressive athleticism, a pair of things Ember was quite adept in, actually. More incredible or impressive however, was her natural gift for taking cocks up her ass. Before she even knew it, her greedy fuckhole had scarfed up all nine, measly inches of Toni's dildo like a rubber glutton, a feat so surreal that Candice and Dakota both looked over, sharing the similar emotion concoction of partly impressed, partly jealous.

Candice was particularly upset, mostly because her toy was still struggling to get on the right track. Shotzi's screams had quelled considerably, now more closely resembling weak, pathetic whimpers, with a few grunts sprinkled in to really tell the tale of the pain The Ballsy Badass was enduring. As cold hearted as ever, Candice cared little for this, often increasing the pressure in an attempt to quench her own desires at the expense of Shotzi's sensitive shitpipe.

Meanwhile, quite the opposite was occurring with Dakota Kai and her not-so-prized piece of ass. Despite her best efforts to delay the inevitable, Dakota was unable to deny Io's voracious anal appetite, Shirai's butt swallowing all thirteen inches of The Team Kick Captain's multi-colored cock. Which...was to be expected, as Io Shirai was arguably the biggest bottom in all of NXT.

Sure, there were technically those below her on the pecking order; Toni Storm came to mind, as did Shotzi and some of the newer recruits. But it was the title she wore around her waist, her iconic pre-WWE career, that cemented Io's status. Because while the others were, for lack of a better term, losers, Io wasn't. She, with a cock lodged deep inside of her inner sanctum, was the reigning NXT Women's Champion and before that, the biggest female star in all of Japan.

The name Shirai Io was synonymous with excellence and, much to her home country's ignorance, said excellence seeped into every aspect of her life, including her skills as a cock-hungry slut. The great Io Shirai, The Genius of the Sky could suck and fuck with the best of 'em, no doubt about it, and while Ember was surprisingly able to take her temporary top's cock faster than The Joshi Judas, that was mostly due to the size difference between the two. Ember Moon was an impressively submissive bitch, especially for someone supposedly a switch, but she was no Io and everybody knew it.

Naturally, being one of the most shameless bottoms in NXT and maybe even WWE in general, limited the number of those who hadn't taken Io's tight Japanese booty for a spin to few and far between, at least in developmental territory; the main roster babes, unfortunately, weren't granted too many opportunities to enjoy the pleasures of WWE's resident moonsault aficionado. She's been around the block, so to speak, so her adept abilities in the bottoming arts were commonly known, especially by the woman currently in between getting her ass spanked and groped by the massive Texan across the way.

Every so often, Rhea would try to struggle again, try to burst out of her convictions, before another thunderous smack filed her back in line. She'd even occasionally picture herself "powering up" like her favorite Dragon Ball Z character, Vegeta, a powerful alien warrior to whom the puny ropes wrapped around her body wouldn't even be a mild inconvenience to.

Sadly, her fantasy was merely that, a pointless delusion harbored by a horrible, painful reality as Big Mami's hand came in contact with her juicy butt once again, sending shockwaves all throughout her entire body. And then, just when poor, helpless Rhea thought things couldn't get any worse, Raquel finally decided to stop taking it easy on her.

One of the most commonly known facts among WWE's female hierarchy is that spanking another female was a prime way of asserting one's dominance over another. And, as an extension of that, the best way of doing that was to slap the ass in question bare bottom, really cementing the pain and the humiliation with the visual of a bright, or sometimes dark red mark or marks. Almost as a way of saying, "A real top would never wear these scars." And up until this point, Raquel hadn't been doing this, but it was for a very good reason.

What Raquel desired was a big reveal, something to play up the embarrassing image that was currently lurking behind Rhea's gear. The damage had been done, albeit slightly less without the raw, skin-on-skin contact, it just couldn't be seen. Everyone knew that Rhea was in pain; her face was all squinched up and red as a tomato, they simply lacked the evidence. And at long last, Raquel was finally done depriving them of such.

With a devilish smirk, Raquel ran her hand over Rhea's ass again, aggressively groping that delicious bum through The Nightmare's shiny black trousers as she declared, "Mmm, Rhea, I can't! I can't take it anymore! I need to see it! God, Rhea, your ass is so big and fat, I just have to see it!" Redirecting her hand, Big Mami traveled up to The Dommy Mommy's waistband, ripping downward with all of her might.

Pulling those pants down was a tremendously difficult task on account of their compromised position and Rhea's belt keeping her trousers nice and tidy around her waist. But, as always, Raquel proved that brute strength was the answer to any arduous task, any tough pickle if you will. Sure, it took a little struggling, maybe...maybe 1 or 2 percent of her arm's overall muscle mass, but The Big Mami was able to prove her namesake with generally relative ease.

As you can imagine, the most difficult trial was managing to pull the form-fitting pants over Rhea's huge, pale butt cheeks. A true PAWG in nature, Rhea's big bum was tightly compressed by the waistband of her jeans, almost as compressed as her face from the struggle. But eventually, Raquel's might prevailed over Rhea's butt meat, just enough to fully reveal that pretty, porcelain peach...well, at least it was porcelain, anyway.

Rhea's juicy booty was covered in wear and tear, a pair of shining red circles beginning in the center of each cheek, a fact that Raquel couldn't help but point out to everyone despite the blatant obviousness. "Aew, Rhea, look what I've done to your gorgeous butt! It's all Red and bruised and yet, hehe...somehow it looks even prettier than it did the last time I saw it bare!"

Rhea wanted to reply, she wanted to spew venom back at her greatest detractor but, in her position, a lack of confidence couldn't bring anything meaningful to mind besides "fuck you", which hadn't really done the job so far tonight. So instead, Rhea buried her head into Raquel's thighs, utterly humiliated as La Chingona kept piling on.

"God, it's soooo juicy, babe, I swear! For such a big, tough gal, you've got maybe the most fuckable bubble butt I've ever seen," Raquel declared, Toni Storm side-eyeing her teammate, almost offended that anybody dare concede that someone, anyone else might have the best ass, before quickly returning to her prize, remembering that Raquel was, without a doubt, the most powerful woman in the room, and would and could have her pleading, "Please bum me, Big Mami," with relative ease.

Thankfully for Toni's sake, Raquel didn't notice her slight transgression, almost solely because she was infinitely transfixed by the big Aussie butt in front of her. Rhea's ass was truly a sight to behold, so nice that Raquel couldn't help but have it twice! Last time, Big Mami Cool had somehow worked up the courage to end things early, on account of the fact that she had another chance to earn it and, thankfully, that time-tested saying rang true. If you love something, set it free, and if it's meant to be, it'll come back to you.

Low and behold, Raquel González's true love, Rhea Ripley's big, goth booty, came back in stride! Not by choice, however, a fact Raquel planned to rectify soon enough. For now though, she settled with returning to the most tried and true method of humiliation known to mankind: a good, old-fashioned spanking, made even better by the newly bare status of that booty.