Beautiful Brutality Ch. 04

This is a story based in fantasy, and doesn't reflect the real lives of the characters depicted or the real happenings of the WWE... probably. Also, shout-out to Rhea and her big, hometown moment at Elimination Chamber.

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"Wake up, sleepyhead." A phrase that, so soft in nature and delivered just as sweetly, should've hardly been enough to awaken the mildest of insomniacs. So why those sugary syllables were able to slip inside Rhea Ripley's ears after the physically and emotionally draining dream she'd just endured and forced her to stir was a complete mystery.

Rhea's eyelids fluttered slightly as another phrase challenged her eardrums, "Wake up for Big Mami," which was dangerously confusing. Was she still dreaming? Was all of that Big Mami Raquel Gonzaléz nonsense she'd spent last night dreaming of and cowering from carrying over into yet another dream? Surely, it wasn't real. There's no way WarGames could've ended that way, no way those horrible things Rhea was subjected to could've ever come to pass in a standard, just reality. But, as Rhea began to come to, rubbing her eyes before finally opening them properly, she caught wind of her surrounding area. And suddenly, that standard and just reality seemed a bit further out of reach than The Nightmare initially thought.

Surrounding Ripley were several walls and a roof, those of which she didn't initially recognize, which at first, wasn't so strange. After all, WWE Superstars find themselves in different hotel rooms every night, each eventually blending into the other. But this...this was different. As Rhea shook off the rust, the color of the walls, the questionable decor adorning them, the furniture adjacent to the very bed she was laying on...they all gradually became eerily familiar. Then she realized that this, the room she'd awoken in, was the very same room from one of her dreams! And, as horrifying as that realization was, it brought along one far more terrifying than anything Rhea could've possibly imagined.

Dreams aren't real, and while many believe that events that occur in dreams hold mystic powers that can provide a vague look into one's future or past, they hold no actual weight on the world we live in. Rhea tragically stumbled upon the realization that, if this room from her dream was, in fact, real, then the dream she remembered having could not have been. That what she'd dreamt...she hadn't. That she, instead, lived every pathetic, shameful second and now, the jacked arm latched onto her breasts and that...that fullness in her rear-end made a whole lot more sense.

Rhea felt a chill dart up her spine as it occurred to her exactly where that addictingly full feeling was coming from. It was oddly satisfying but the implications made enjoying it too difficult. As more seconds passed, and the horrific implications reached a boiling point, they stopped being vague and morphed into her new, unwelcomed reality. And just like that, Rhea's nightmare was over.

"Good morning, sweet cheeks," Rhea heard that familiar Texas accent speak, the voice immediately forcing her to tremble. She knew...God, Rhea knew exactly who that voice belonged to. The Brutal Badass slowly turned her head, just for visual confirmation and...yep! It was her.

"R-Raquel?" Rhea asked redundantly, La Chingona smiling back. "Wh...Why are ya f-fuckin' me?" Truthfully, Rhea knew exactly why Big Mami Cool's massive strap-on cock was balls deep inside of her ass, just begging to start pumping in and out. But, everything about last night was so hazy, to the point that Rhea thought it to be one big, horrific dream. Or, were those just her typical delusions coming into play? Either way, Raquel was happy to remind Rhea anyway.

"Why wouldn't I be fucking my favorite piece of ass?" Raquel answered with a question of her own, emphasizing moving her hand from Rhea's big natties and onto her thicc phatty, sinking her claws into the copious amounts of Rhea's big bottom. "And I mean, technically, I'm not even fucking you right now, anyway."

Rhea, her voice weak and cracking, argued, "Then what do ya call the cock up my bum?"

"I call it me, tapping this big, goth booty all night long until we both fell asleep," Raquel reminded before insisting, "Don't pretend like you didn't love it."

"I...didn't..." Rhea denied weakly, failing to convince both Big Mami Cool or herself.

"Well then, I guess you don't want me to, oh, I don't know?" Raquel dragged as she pulled her lips to Rhea's ear and whispered, "Fuck you again?"

Rhea shivered and trembled, her typically rock-hard muscles feeling about as stiff as grape jelly in that moment. Even worse, as Raquel's hot breath bounced off of her ear, working its way into her brain, Rhea's asshole began to pulsate around Big Mami's cock. Which, regardless of what Ripley claimed, told Gonzaléz everything she needed to know.

Still, Rhea denied, "N-No! No way! I held up my end already. I don't have to do anything else."

"Oh, but it's not about what you have to do anymore, now is it, Rhea?" Raquel lustfully asked, still whispering. "You want me to pound this fat fucking ass."

"Why..." Rhea gulped. "Why would I want that?"

"Why wouldn't you?" Raquel purred directly into Rhea's ear, Ripley groaning in response before firing back, "Probably because I'm not a bottom."

Raquel laughed softly, noting, "Says my cock up your ass."

"That was a one-time thing and ya know it," Rhea argued, her temper beginning to flare up. "I won't be takin' any more stupid bets. Especially not in matches where a bunch of losers can keep me from dominatin' like I usually do."

"Sorry, Rhea, but all I heard was 'one-time thing', and then a bunch of sirens and whistles," Raquel joked and again, Rhea didn't seem impressed. But Big Mami wasn't done poking fun at The Nightmare's expense quite yet. "I'll bet you said that same thing after I fucked you the first time, too."

Rhea stayed silent, mostly because Gonzaléz's assessment was right on the money. Nevertheless, Raquel continued, "And I'm sure you said it after bottoming to Io Shirai, another bottom, of all things. Disgusting. Hell, you probably even said it back when you spread 'em for Charlotte."

"Please...just, shut up," Rhea begged pathetically, her cheeks a furious red as, with each recount of her bottoming history, a wealth of embarrassment spread throughout her whole body.

"Ooh, that one struck a nerve, huh? Lucky bitch that Charlotte, snatchin' what belongs to me before I ever had the chance to take it!" Raquel growled.

Rhea, the typically fearsome fighter, trembled, but managed to squeak out, "Wha...what belongs to ya? My...my ass doesn't belong to anyone." unknowingly walking right into Gonzaléz's trap.

"Oh, it doesn't?" Raquel asked sternly, setting up The Nightmare who, caught up in her own delusion, didn't even realize that she was answering a loaded question with, "Hell no!"

Raquel smirked and suggested, "Then explain this," before slowly retracting her hips, a bevy of inches struggling to cling to Rhea's sore, worn-out asshole as her mouth dropped open. No words, no fight. Rhea was immediately rendered completely useless the second Big Mami's cock began to move, and that went double for the glorious moment when La Chingona slammed every inch back inside with one forward thrust. The sound of Rhea's gelatinous cheeks, a far cry from the rest of her muscle-bound body, came in contact with Raquel's thighs and echoed throughout the quiet room, at least until a series of moans followed from the big, bad, Nightmare's open oral hole.

"See that?" Raquel asked, every inch returned home. "See how your body reacts to me? Face it, Rhea. You're mine. You'll do whatever I tell you to do, won't you?"

"N-No!" Rhea denied, but that lustful look on her face proved that her answer was nothing more than another helpless delusion.

"No?" Raquel parroted. "Ha, that's funny. I mean...despite the fact that you could oh, I don't know...try and take my cock out of your ass or NOT moan from a single thrust...you don't. But sure, your ass isn't in love with my cock."

"You can't make me do anythin'!" Rhea simply denied, her blushing, rosy-red cheeks doing little to help her case.

"Oh, part of me wishes you still meant that, Rhea," Raquel admitted, almost a little solemnly. "My best friend, the woman who guided me as I was cutting my teeth? She would've meant it. But you're too far gone now. I broke you last night, whether you're smart enough to admit it or not, and now, I can make you do whatever I want."

"I do mean it!" Rhea insisted, mostly out of instinct, The Nightmare failing to even believe her own words, let alone mean them. Luckily, or maybe unfortunately depending on how you look at it, Raquel didn't believe them either, instead softly chuckling to herself. But, rather than simply clip her pet's wings immediately, Big Mami decided to offer Rhea a chance to prove herself.

"Okay, I'll bite, mostly because there's something I've been dying for you to tell me about."

"Yeah?" Rhea cautiously listened on.

"Tell me about the night you lost your anal virginity to Charlotte," Raquel ordered.

"No way! I'll nevah relive that horrible fucken day," Rhea declined.

Raquel returned her left hand to Rhea's gorgeous, natural breast as she pushed, "Oh, c'mon, Rhea. Like I said, no matter how much I deserve it, I can never have your cherry. The least you can do for Big Mami is to describe how it went down."

Rhea hated how much her asshole ached despite the fact that it was already filled with cock. She hated how tempting it was to submit to Big Mami's...Raquel's will. But, above all, Rhea hated how every bit of her stern defiance would be rendered useless the second she pathetically squeaked out, "N-No." Because as soon as she did, Raquel fired back, "Suit yourself," and the rest, as they say, was history.

Big Mami did exactly what she knew would have Rhea eating out the palm of her hand. If one thrust melted The Nightmare, what would a series do? The answer? It'd have her singing like a pretty, goth, Australian canary. At least, in theory, anyway. But in reality, there was no way Rhea would ever succumb to Raquel's temptations, right? Surely she wouldn't budge the second Raquel started to pump her hips? Only one way to find out...FUCK!

However humiliating, however pathetic it made her look, all of Rhea's reservations washed away as soon as Big Mami started using her butthole again. "Using" was probably the best way Rhea could describe it, too, considering Raquel was fucking her for information, literally pounding her into submission as a means to an end. Maybe the most humiliating part, however, was how slow Big Mami was taking it, stroking her cock with that aching bum in a fashion more closely resembling passionate lovemaking than brutal butt busting, and how regardless of the speed, Rhea couldn't help but melt.

"Now do you wanna tell me about the night you lost your butt cherry?" Raquel growled, squeezing one of Rhea's rock-hard nipples as she clapped The Nightmare's pale cheeks.

"N...N..." Rhea tried, boy did she try to say no. But that cock! Oh God...Big Mami's cock! She couldn't deny it. "Oh fuck...yes, Big Mami."

"I thought so, bitch," Raquel cockily smirked, that sweet, sultry Australian accent spilling the beans like crack for her Texan ears. "Now, go on and tell Big Mami what she wants to hear."

Rhea nodded but didn't immediately comply. Sadly though, that surprising defiance wasn't actually defiance at all. Instead, the pause was merely out of necessity, the need to verify something before proceeding. Ripley looked over her shoulder, locking eyes with Gonzaléz's as she softly asked, "Please...keep fucken me?"

Never much of a talker, Raquel simply offered a nod of her own, as well as a sharp, emphatic thrust into that fat, Aussie ass that rocked the former NXT Champion to her core. A simple answer and thus, Rhea had all of the confirmation she needed. Big Mami was gonna keep pounding her ass; the least she could do was tell Raquel what she wanted to hear.

"Mmmm-okay, okay. So...it was a few days after WrestleMania..."

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March 31st, 2020

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"Oh, just take it off already, bitch!" Charlotte Flair insisted, a smug smile adorning The Queen of Wrestling's face as she sat in the comfiest, coziest chair in her estate; her makeshift throne of sorts. Flair's long, toned, elegant frame was covered only by a fancy, black robe with gold insignia, notably, the exact same robe she'd worn to the ring just a few days earlier. A symbol of her class and excellence, only amplified by the gorgeous new championship belt now adorning her otherwise naked body.

"Bettah watch who ya fucken talkin' to, mate," Rhea snapped, a threat that would've managed to resonate with Charlotte a lot more if she hadn't just beaten The Nightmare for the NXT title on the Grandest Stage of Them All.

"I'm sorry, did I ask for backtalk? Or did I ask you to strip so I can gawk at your fat tits and ass in the very pretty and expensive lingerie I bought?" Charlotte questioned, crossing her long, muscular legs. "Hurry up, bitch. I've been waiting forever."

Rhea groaned, "Yeah, yeah. Ya lucky I'm even doin' this at all," tugging at the bottom of her t-shirt and beginning to pull it up.

"No, you're lucky I'm not making you do this in front of the entire locker room. Gah, young bottoms! What's Hunter teaching you bitches down there, these days, a course on how to piss off your superiors? There's just no respect!"

"Respect isn't given, it's earned. Ya got the bettah of me the othah night, congratulations. But it'll nevah happen again, mark my words," Rhea promised, her face disappearing as her shirt was pulled up over her head and off, revealing her gorgeous chest covered in the exact bra that Charlotte had been anticipating.

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before," Charlotte dismissed. "Lemme guess: 'You're not a bottom', 'you'll get me back', oh, and my favorite, 'let's just get this over with.' Tell me, did I nail it, Rhea?"

"Whatevah," Rhea groaned, turning her attention towards her sweatpants; obviously, Charlotte had.

"Wait, wait," Charlotte interrupted, grinning. "Turn around first before you take those off. I wanna see that booty."

Rhea sighed maybe the biggest sigh of her life, at least at the time, as she insisted, "Just keep counten those chickens, Charlie," but ultimately did as instructed and turned around, taking each side of her waistband into her grasp.

"Oh I will," The Queen confidently assured. "I've got so many, Rhea. That is, if those 'chickens' you're speaking of are pathetic little bitches like you who'll bend over at the drop of a hat to worship The Queen of Wrestling."

"Who're ya calling a pathetic little bitch?" Rhea snapped, stopping the slow removal of her sweatpants dead in its tracks.

"You. The pathetic little bitch stripping for me, wearing the nice set of underwear I picked out for you, because I knew you'd try and show up to my house wearing something completely unflattering." Charlotte pointed out and Rhea simply rolled her eyes. The Nightmare may not have liked what Charlotte was saying, but she couldn't deny the truth that lurked just beneath the surface.

Ripley was, in fact, stripping for Charlotte, and while it was hardly because she WANTED to, it didn't make her look any tougher. And, she had tried to dampen Charlotte's experience by wearing the rather plain and unflattering shirt and sweatpants combo. Rhea assumed that, since she'd managed to get Charlotte to agree to bum her in the quiet comfort of her actual bedroom, hundreds of miles away from any locker room or WWE Superstar-lurking hotel suite, she could pull a fast one by NOT dolling herself up. Luckily, Charlotte was prepared for that possibility.

"Whatevah," Rhea dismissed, her catchphrase when she had no logical "out" to a conversation that she couldn't win; problems usually go away if you ignore them, right? Of course, returning her attention to stripping for The Queen wasn't the best way to "take her mind off things", but it was obvious by Charlotte's expression that she wasn't happy with the extended pause in Rhea's performance. And as bad as things already were, Rhea understood that they could definitely get worse. So, she got back to work, bending over as the thick, shield-like fabric of those dreadful sweatpants passed over the applebottom of Charlotte's eye.

"Oh shit, there it is!" Charlotte happily cheered as soon as Rhea's perfect peach came into view. "God, Rhea, has anyone ever told you how awesomely fuckable your butt is? It's so, so, SO amazing!"

Rhea growled, "Ya, and they didn't live to tell anyone else."

"You know that intimidation routine isn't going to work on me, right?" Charlotte asked, and again, Rhea brushed off The Queen's sentiment with a simple, "Whatevah."

Luckily for Rhea, her stripping nightmare was over. Those pants were down around her ankles soon enough, quickly kicked aside, leaving her body exquisitely displayed in the black lace that Charlotte had picked out, the aesthetic not so different that Rhea's typical ring gear, just far more lewd in nature. However, when one door closes, another tends to open with dreadful new possibilities. Rhea knew that the ending of her first humiliation, leaving her cheeks a bright, shameful red, was only the beginning. The beginning of the night where her life would change forever, the night where Charlotte Flair would take her anal virginity.

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"Oh God, Rhea, I can only imagine how fucking great this butt looked in those panties," Raquel hungrily purred, delivering another sharp thrust right up Ripley's rump, the left of Rhea's big natural's still caught in Big Mami's vice-like grip.

"It was...humiliatin'," Rhea squeaked out.

Another passionate thrust for that beautiful bum as Raquel asked, "Oh, but you loved it, didn't you, bitch?"

"N...N..." Rhea tried to fight it, desperately she tried to fight back against the pleasure but it was no use. Big Mami was too powerful, too overwhelming. "Yes, Big Mami. So humiliatin', I...I hated it at the time but now...I c-can't help but feel like I want to...to..."

"To dress up for your Big Mami?" Raquel finished.

"Yes!" Rhea squealed as that massive rod slammed into her asshole again, relishing in both the pleasure it provided and the pain it evoked from her sore backdoor. The Nightmare could only accurately describe the feeling as "hurting so good", a phrase that Rhea never would've thought herself to even believe, let alone enjoy. But, she also never thought she'd find herself waking up with a girlcock in her ass, buried where the balls would be all night long. So, a few spontaneous new realizations weren't exactly that surprising.

"I'll make sure to remember that," Raquel assured, switching her hand's target for the umpteenth time, going back to that gorgeous bum, still showing the wear and tear from the previous night's spanking epic. "Now, why don't you get back to the story now?" With that, Rhea began recounting again.

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For the first time in her life, Rhea Ripley found herself taking orders from another person. More humiliating was that the orders were coming from another woman. The first order was rather simple and, while extremely embarrassing, not enough to really get her blood boiling. Just stripping to reveal her lewd body, covered in a set of expensive, designer lingerie; Rhea understood that it could and would get much worse than that. But the second? That inevitable "much worse"? Yeah, that was a hard pill to swallow.

"Now, down on your knees, bitch. Ooh yeah, right where you belong," Charlotte demanded, and Rhea just couldn't help but sigh in disgust.

"Why don't ya go fuck yaself? How 'bout that?" Rhea suggested with a twinge of arrogance, quite stupidly walking right into Charlotte's response.