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"But why would I fuck myself when I can fuck you? I mean, you bet me, I beat you, your ass is mine. Are you stupid, or what?"
"Well, no I..." Rhea quickly backtracked, realizing what she'd stumbled into, ultimately conceding with, "It was just an insult."
Charlotte understandingly shook her head, but suggested, "You'll do well not to disrespect your Queen going forward. You know, since you belong to me now, and everything."
"Kinda hard to disrespect 'my Queen' when I don't have one," Rhea quipped back, still standing on her feet, the pair of insubordinations leading The Nature Girl to arise from her throne and meet The Nightmare, eye-to-eye.
"But, don't you, though?" Charlotte asked softly, her eyes moving from Rhea's and using them to scan that hot, Aussie body from top to toe. "I mean...c'mon, Rhea, let's get real here. You'll never survive a session with me. Nobody has! There's a reason I've been on top for an eternity and a day, sweetheart. It's because I'm...the...best!" With that, Charlotte emphatically took hold of Rhea's broad, muscular shoulders, using that leverage to force The Brutal Baddie down to her knees.
In what could only be seen as a questionable move, Rhea fought and struggled against Charlotte's force, only to be denied when she found The Queen to be stronger than herself. Then, when her squirming failed, she even tried to throw a few punches, all of which either missed or were caught with one of Flair's long, jacked legs, rendering them ineffective. Which, left her with only one act of defiance.
"You'll pay, bitch, I promise!" Rhea swore, her typically beautiful face scarred by a very ugly hatred of The Queen.
"Aww, sure I will," Charlotte joked, keeping Rhea restrained until the ass-kicker from Adelaide stopped fighting back. "Just like I did all of those other times weak little bitches said I would."
"The hell do they have to do with me?" Rhea asked, clearly agitated as Charlotte drifted off to the other side of the room.
Flair, ignoring Rhea's question, arrived at the further-most wall in the room, covered from top to bottom in a variety of different sex toys and strap-on harnesses. As she scanned over her verbose collection, Charlotte inquired, "You don't realize that you're just like anyone who's ever dared to challenge me, do you, Rhea?"
"There's no one in this company like me, mate," Rhea insisted, but Charlotte immediately shook her head in disagreement.
"Not true," Charlotte asserted, her hand reaching out and grabbing a large purple dildo off of the shelf and checking it over in a variety of ways, including running her hand along the length. "There are so, so many people just like you, Rhea. Becky, Sasha, The Bellas? Paige, Alexa, Asuka? Hell, Ronda?! You're just like them. They all thought it a smart idea to challenge the greatest wrestler of all-time, just like you. And you Rhea, just like them, failed miserably. And that's a real shame."
"Shame?" Rhea asked, a mixture of anger and intrigue in her voice.
"Oh yeah, big time," Charlotte confirmed, putting back the large purple dildo and grabbing a smaller, vibrating lime green number with a small hole in the faux-ballsack that housed the motor, and a remote control displayed alongside it. "I've been watching you for a while, Rhea. Over in the U.K., and then especially on NXT proper. At your best, you've been very impressive, I'll give you that. Not just strong, but smart and conservative, too. I really thought you'd be the first one to actually give me a challenge."
"Ya gonna get ya challenge soon enough," Rhea assured, only to be ignored as Charlotte rambled on, looking over yet another varying sex toy.
"I thought you'd be somebody. Instead, you proved that you're just like the rest. Another wannabe. Not a contender to my throne, but a pretender. Just another conquest."
"Just another conquest?! Fuck off, mate," Rhea kicked off. "I'm far from fucken conquered by you lot. Soon as ya stop faffin' around and pick a fucken cock already, we can get this ovah with and I'll be on my way back to the top!"
Ignoring the rest of what Rhea insisted, mostly because it was all insignificant, delusional fluff, Charlotte answered, "Yes, just another conquest," to Rhea's initial question. She continued, "I'm gonna fuck your big, fat butt, Rhea. And for you, it'll mark the most significant moment of your life."
Charlotte's explanation continued as she finally decided on a dildo, a rather standard, baby blue weapon, not too big but far from small, pulling it off the shelf and attaching it to a harness close by. "I'm gonna take your anal virginity and, whether you like it...or love it, or by some miracle, are indifferent, you'll be changed forever regardless. But for me? For me, Rhea, it's just Tuesday. Taking your ass? Taking another ass when I've already taken SO many? How could you be anything more than 'just another conquest'?"
Rhea was at a complete loss for words. And, while that lack of fire or defiance pained her, it hurt significantly less than the fact that The Queen still had lots left to say.
"Here's another question for you: why else do you think I'd agree to take your anal virginity in private, without ever making the bet public?" Charlotte asked, returning to the kneeling Nightmare not only with the strap-on cock but also a bottle of lube in her other hand. Rhea ignored her question, forcing Flair to answer it herself. "Because I have no one to impress, no one to fear or to instill fear in. Nothing to accomplish. So why not? I know I'm going to break you, so who cares?"
After a long, drawn-out silence, with Rhea heavily weighing all of her best responses, she decided on, "Ya certainly have a very flippant way of thinkin', don't ya?"
"Flippant? Maybe," Charlotte confirmed. "But when you've been on top and unchallenged as long as I have, it comes with the territory. That's neither here nor there, though. I think my ramblings have gone on long enough. Go ahead and bend over for me."
"The way ya talkin', it sounds like ya not even excited to bum me," Rhea pointed out, a quick way to delay the inevitable.
"Oh, rest assured, I'm very excited," Charlotte confirmed, much to Rhea's dismay. "You may not be all that special, Rhea, you may not be a landmark in my topping career, but you do have a ridiculously fat fucking butt. And as a woman of very high standards when it comes to butts, I have to say, I'm quite impressed with yours."
"Thanks, I guess," Rhea shrugged, unsure of whether to be upset or happy. In reality, she hated how juicy and fuckable her ass was. Someone so rough and tough shouldn't have a butt like that, a fat, jiggly booty that stuck out like a sore thumb on the rest of her chiseled physique.
"You're welcome, whore," Charlotte dismissed, Rhea snarling back viciously. "Now, do as I said and bend over already!"
Ripley murmured curses to herself but, ultimately, succumbed and turned around, bending over and presenting her arse to The Queen. Charlotte, setting down the lube and strap, grinned as she stepped out of her robe, now only wearing the NXT Women's championship, which was taken off moments later and set aside. The Queen, in her gloriously muscular birthday suit, retrieved the strap-on and tightened it around her waist before kneeling down behind Rhea and that perfect, unfucked ass. But, there was just one thing off: while Rhea was bent over, she wasn't in the proper "bitch position".
"Stop holding yourself up," Charlotte demanded.
"What, this isn't enough for ya?" Rhea argued, trying her best to avoid shoving her face in the carpet below, which would really solidify the humiliation of this moment. Unfortunately, her argument could use some work, evidenced by Charlotte's inability to budge on her stance.
"No. Or did you just miraculously forget everything I said about how this isn't a big deal for me?"
"I don't know, I just thought this was embarrassin' enough," Rhea insisted, but Charlotte still wasn't having it.
"Do it now, or else," The Queen threatened, and Rhea couldn't help but giggle.
"Is that supposed to fucken scare me, mate? Ya think ya can make this any fucken worse for me? Go on, take a shot! See if I care!" Rhea pushed as Charlotte loomed, ready to take The Nightmare up on her offer. Without another word, Flair reached down and forced Rhea's head to the floor, that sharp rod protruding from her waist poking Ripley's bum.
"I'm not in the business of intimidation, Rhea, that's your gig. But what I am in the business of, is girl butts. And business is good when we do things my way, understand?" Charlotte asked sternly, and when her question went unanswered, slapped Rhea's ass as hard as she could before reiterating, "Do you understand?"
"Yes, okay? God, I fucken understand, okay?"
"Do you, now? Well, forgive me, Ripley, but...I just find that a bit hard to believe," Charlotte asserted.
"Trust me," Rhea grunted, the force of Flair's hand digging into her back more than overwhelming. "I mean it."
"Then say..."
Rhea interrupted and sighed, "God, don't make me say it!", an act that quickly earned her another swat to that delicious booty, silencing The Riptide and leaving the floor to Charlotte.
"Then say, 'I understand, my Queen'."
"Ugh, do I have to-OWW," Rhea complained again, only to be interrupted with another harsh smack, forcing her to comply. "Alright, fine. I...I understand, my...my..."
***
Interrupting Rhea's story, Raquel asked, "Oh my God, you didn't actually say that, did you, Rhea?", following another pump of her hips, slamming her lower half into Rhea's.
"Mmmm-I did," Rhea admitted, turning her head in shame. "I hated it. I-ooh fuck-I hated bein' pushed around by Charlie but, I had no choice. S-She made me say it."
"Oh, you had a choice. Just like when you made me work to hear my proper title leave your filthy fucking mouth," Raquel growled, grinding her hips into Ripley's ass.
"I'm sorry, Big Mami," Rhea immediately apologized. "I'm...I'm so sorry." Maybe it was just the cock in her arse, but there seemed to be genuine sorrow in her words, which was why Raquel was willing to brush that little infidelity under the rug and move forward with her new dom/sub relationship.
"It's okay," Raquel confirmed, doubling-down on her affirmation by rewarding Rhea with another ramrod up The Riptide's rectum. "I forgive you."
"Thank you, Big Mami!" Rhea gleefully expressed, surprising even Raquel with how quickly she jumped at the chance to showcase her gratitude.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever" Raquel dismissed. "Just get on with the story. We're getting close to the really juicy stuff, I just know it!"
Rhea nodded her head and picked up where she'd left off.
***
"Stop stammering, bitch!" Charlotte demanded, swatting Rhea's perfect peach again.
"Ah fuck! God-fucken-dammit, stop smacken my arse!" Rhea snapped, her compromised position not enough to quell her rage.
"Then stop wasting my time and do as instructed," Charlotte responded succinctly, cocking her hand back as a threat to The Ripped Riptide.
"Alright, I get it. I understand, my Queen," Rhea caved reluctantly, lowering her head in shame; Charlotte spanking her into submission wasn't exactly something to be proud of.
Smiling, Flair indicated, "Good, it's about time. About damn time! Now that we're on the same wavelength, I think we can move on with our proceedings, don't you, Rhea?"
Rhea groaned, "No, I don't." Why lie and make this even more humiliating for herself? Might as well keep it real and rain on Charlotte's parade.
"No, huh? Well, I'd expect nothing less from the big, strong...former NXT Women's champ," Charlotte admitted, finally reaching out and groping the gorgeously perky and pretty posterior, Rhea immediately letting out a sigh in response; unfortunately, she knew this was only the beginning. "Playing hard-to-get is what all you wannabes do before you show your true colors."
"Ya looking at my true colors, mate," Rhea assured, almost immediately realizing how bad that sounded before Charlotte punished the mistake.
"Oh yeah, sure! You on your knees, a real woman behind you, fondling your fat fucking dump truck like this?" Charlotte sarcastically asked, jiggling Rhea's butt cheek for emphasis. "You know what, Rhea, these really are your true colors! Good call!"
"Whatevah," Rhea groaned, blushing, quickly looking to change the subject to anything, even to whatever sadistic act The Queen has planned next. "Can we just get this fucken show on the road already?"
"Eager, aren't we?" Charlotte poked, finding any and all reasons to extend her exploration of Ripley's delicious rump for as long as possible.
Rhea groaned, "God, we've been over this!" They had; Rhea was desperate to get back to her winning ways, and that doesn't happen until this horrific nightmare ends.
"I know, I know," Charlotte agreed. "But, I've gotta get my jollies somehow, right? You know, besides playing with this suuuuuper thick pound cake back here!"
Rhea couldn't help but blush again; for as tough as she was, her ass really was her one weakness. "I'd prefer if ya didn't...you know..."
"What? Point out how fat your ass is?"
"Y-Yeah," Rhea confirmed reluctantly.
"Well, good luck with that, bitch. Maybe you shouldn't have such a huge fucking dumper. Did you ever think of that, huh? Then, maybe real women like me wouldn't want any part of you, and you'd be able to continue living your silly little fantasy in peace." Charlotte's logic was flawed, no doubt, considering the juiciness and overall fuckability of her booty wasn't exactly something Rhea could control. But, regardless of the flaws, there was a bit of truth baked in below the surface.
Other tops of similar stature and imposition like Charlotte or her friend Raquel didn't have such round, jiggly butts, or huge, natural tits either! Muscles on top of muscles, sure, but Rhea fell short in the "size" category too, giving up several inches in height to both women. Even Bianca Belair, the other notable big, buff muscle woman in WWE, who's bum was pretty large, couldn't really relate to Rhea; The EST's booty was almost purely muscle, while Rhea's was about a 70/30 natural phat/muscle ratio. It was a losing battle, for sure.
"Maybe I don't have a choice?" Rhea cockily snapped. "Did YOU ever think of THAT, bitch?" Obviously, her mouth wasn't doing The Nightmare any favors, but submitting to Charlotte's will completely wasn't on her itinerary. Defiance was better than compliance. Especially when Charlotte was too enamored by those fat, pale butt cheeks to care anyway.
Giggling, Charlotte asked, "I'm sorry, did you say something, Rhea? I couldn't hear you over the sound of me having my way with your dump truck!" A perfect comeback, one that a smart woman would dare try and compete with.
"That doesn't make a sound," Rhea grumbled, proving bravery and intelligence weren't exactly mutually exclusive traits, after all.
"You mean like this?" Charlotte questioned before smashing each massive mound into one another, literally clapping Ripley's cheeks to prove her point. "Hear that, bitch? That's the sound of your anal virginity saying goodbye! She's saying, 'Hey, Rhea! Thanks for all of the boring memories! See you never, I'm gonna go spend the rest of my life with Queen Char's cock now! Buh-bye!' You hear it, don't you?"
"God, you're the bloody worst," Rhea whined.
"Worst, best, they're basically the same when it involves delusional little bitches, butts, and my cock," Charlotte argued, once again trapping Rhea in her world of flawed yet strangely accurate logic. But, despite that fact, was willing to relent to Rhea's desires, largely because it meant quenching a few of her own. "But, as you say...whatevah! I'm ready to see if this meaty cake tastes as good as it looks."
Furrowing her brows, an act that nobody actually saw, Rhea asked, "Taste? Aren't ya gonna get on with the actual bummin'?" Rhea was willing to accept the pain of going in unprepared if it meant getting to the finish line sooner.
"Now, Rhea, I know how ready you are to kiss that sweet little cherry of yours goodbye, but, let's just say, hypothetically speaking, I don't break you? Would I really be able to forgive myself if I went through all that trouble and didn't get to taste your ass?" Charlotte explained, grabbing hold of Rhea's paper-thin g-string and pulling it down, a chill hiking up The Nightmare's spine.
Despite this, she managed to recover quickly enough to respond, "I thought toppin' me didn't mean anythin' to ya?" Probably Rhea's best "ah-hah" moment of the encounter so far, one that she was particularly proud of since it didn't leave an immediate answer back.
When The Queen did find her words though, she argued, "Well, it doesn't. Trust me, that wasn't a lie because if it really did, than I would've already fucked you when I beat you in front of the entire world and earned this booty. If I really cared, I wouldn't give you the privilege of experiencing your fall from grace in solitude, without everyone who used to fear you watching along, laughing and cheering at your expense. Does that make any sense, Rhea?"
Of course, after several long, silent seconds to process everything Flair had just said, Rhea fired back, "Whatevah."
"Whatevah, whatevah, whatevah," Charlotte mocked in a surprisingly solid Australian accent (genetically superior, after all) as she pulled the pair of gelatinous mounds known as Rhea's Ripley's butt apart, her blue eyes immediately locking on Rhea's brown eye. "I'm getting real sick of hearing that, Rhea. So, why don't you try and shut up for a change while I eat your asshole, huh?"
Rhea, aggressively fighting the urge to comeback with "whatevah" yet again, stayed silent. Nothing she could've said would really benefit her anyway, especially not when her ass cheeks were spread apart by another woman who, in mere moments, would be licking her asshole in preparation for something much, much bigger. Hell, all of the mouth-running she's already done was just delaying the unfortunate inevitable which, ironically, Rhea was only just now realizing went against her entire mission statement: get this over with and get back on top. So for now, she swallowed her pride and took Charlotte's advice, allowing The Queen to commence.
"What, no weak comeback? No pathetic dismissal?" Charlotte asked, a little surprised; no response. "Well good. Like I said, I don't wanna hear it. So keep up the great work, bitch, and don't open that filthy mouth of yours until you're ready to moan for me!" As much as Rhea wanted to turn around and slap Charlie silly, she kept her cool, letting out a little grumble to show her understanding, Charlotte ignoring the reaction and instead licking her chops as she eyed up Rhea's bumhole.
That untouched, virgin Aussie ass. So gorgeous but Charlotte knew it would look even better wrapped around her cock. And seeing as though she wouldn't get to stretch that bum until after she'd had her fill of tasting it, Flair figured it was time to get to work. So, she stopped procrastinating and began her assignment, diving head-first between those spread cheeks.
Charlotte didn't bother with foreplay or teasing; the second she was in range, her tongue bashed against Rhea's little opening, covering the front in her saliva, a fact that, unfortunately, didn't get a single reaction from the target. Rhea was still keeping silent, even as Charlotte kept licking that hole and loosening it up for the main event. Which, in and of itself, was completely unnecessary.
The full, unopened bottle of lube that Charlotte had grabbed when she did her weapon of choice still sat beside her leg, just waiting to be emptied on her cock, Rhea's asshole or, more likely, both. And it would, most definitely; why else would she have grabbed it? But the application, much like what would happen afterward, came second in importance at the moment to Rhea's sweet, forbidden flavor. And boy, was it sweet!
