Beautiful Brutality

Before long, Rhea was hopelessly lost in the pleasure, the reddish hue that once adorned her cheeks now out of control. Her face was flushed and despite her best attempts, she couldn't stop the steady stream of pleasure-filled chirps. All in all, Rhea was a mess, a far cry from her typically stoic self and it was a real shame, especially considering things were only going to go downhill from here.

Raquel began to wonder how Rhea would react with a cock in her ass. How pathetic and weak her powerful friend would become, and how amazingly wonderful such a sight must be. As the rimjob continued, Raquel lapping away like a thirsty dog diving head first into a water bowl, the thought of bringing the worst out of The Nightmare became more and more appealing and, eventually, outweighed the joy of eating that asshole out entirely.

Truthfully, Raquel could've spent the whole night licking that butt and been completely satisfied. But, more important than dragging on a rimjob was the necessity to bum Rhea Ripley, a simple desire that had grown completely uncontrollable. Raquel no longer wanted to fuck that "arse", she needed to, just as much as she needed the air she breathes and the food she eats. So, she cut the preparation short, ending with an emphatic smack to that juicy muscle booty, which caused Rhea to squeak pathetically.

"Alright, time for the show, babe! Anything you wanna say before the fireworks?" Raquel asked, before slipping in another question. "Or, anything you'd like to admit? Maybe how I'm actually not about to take your anal cherry?"

Rhea turned back, a look of pure disdain on her face as she rose up and over the edge of the couch. "Nope!" She quickly assured, wiping the sweat from her forehead. "Can't admit something that never happened, ya know?"

"Yeah, sure," Raquel sarcastically agreed. "Have it your way, sweet cheeks. Either way, I'm about to make sure the name Rhea Ripley and anal virgin never appear in the same sentence again." Another quick snack to Rhea's fat ass followed, The Nightmare growling in response but ultimately remaining composed long enough to not throw an errant haymaker.

"I'm gonna make ya pay, ya know that, right?" Rhea growled, her fist balled up.

Raquel shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe? Or, maybe after I fuck your ass, you'll make yourself pay for missing out on so much good cock?"

"Fuck you!" Rhea barked, bringing her face within inches of Raquel's which, unsurprisingly, failed to intimidate Big Mami Cool. Not when Raquel could easily look down, between Rhea's thighs and spot the stream of sticky wetness dripping from her untouched pussy.

"No, that won't be happening," Raquel confirmed sternly before giving her next order. "In the room now! It's time to take lucky number 3!"

Rhea huffed and puffed but, ultimately, lowered her head shamefully and trudged into the bedroom, Raquel's massively intense presence looming the entire time, right up until she found her way to the bed. Anyone as experienced in topping as Rhea knew exactly what to do in this situation: face down, ass up. Bitch position, as it was usually called, and despite how much it pained her to do so, Rhea had no choice but to lay face down and raise her butt up high. At least, that's what she thought, anyway.

"No, no, no, I don't want you like that, Rhea. Flip over and lift those legs high for your Mami!" Oh no...this was even worse! At least in bitch position, Rhea's face would be hidden as she became lost in pleasure. In missionary, she'd be face to face with her tormentor, with nowhere to look except back at Raquel, who'll probably be laughing her ass off. Definitely not the kind of surprise Rhea was hoping for.

Nevertheless, she had no choice but to adhere, lest she risk the aforementioned gangbang. Rhea rolled over, and Raquel was quick to meet her, taking hold of Rhea's hips and forcefully pulling her fellow Amazon to the edge of the bed, Ripley letting out a cute, out-of-character gasp in response. Then, La Chingona used one hand to keep Rhea in place, as the other guided her strap-on towards its tantalizing target.

Without a single word uttered, Raquel pressed her cock against that tight sphincter and began to push forward slowly, taking great pride and a sly, sadistic enjoyment in the deformed grimace on Rhea's typically beautiful face. Scrunched cheeks as red as a tomato, the early stages plagued with pain, as was usually the case for someone so inexperienced in anal play. Though Rhea hadn't been open about her history, two times definitely wasn't enough to make her a certified anal whore by any means! Her shitpipe was still incredibly tight, almost virgin-esque, even with the top-tier rimjob Raquel had provided. As such, the friction alone was enough to make it a painful experience.

Raquel was nothing if not preserverent though; Rhea's a big girl, and a little pain was nothing she couldn't handle. By hook or by crook, Raquel was going to force every inch inside that cramped hole, even if it took all night. Naturally she did her best to ensure that it wouldn't, pushing forward stiffly with little regard for Rhea or her well-being.

After all, that look of despair was exactly what Raquel was hoping to see. She wanted to see her former friend suffer, Raquel wanted to witness the beautiful fall from grace of WWE's most promising young star up close and now, she was getting exactly what she wanted. Rhea wore her best poker face out of spite, but as more and more man-made man-meat invaded her hole, it became impossible to hold up. Ripley couldn't help but wince, she couldn't help but groan and whine in a weak, crackly tone as Raquel ate up every second of it, right up until the final push.

Big Mami Cool took Rhea's hands into her own, clasping them together over The Nightmare's head as their muscular bodies drew closer together. Each woman's breasts, shiny and sweaty from the heat of their exchange, were the first areas to come in contact with each other. The pert beauty's, natural in size and magnificent in shape were soon followed by their ripped torsos. Rhea's toned upper body was compressed and promptly overwhelmed, eventually swallowed up in the massive sea of muscles that was Raquel González's famously beefed-up back as Rhea's butthole finally swallowed up the last inch of Raquel's dick.

Emotions were running high, pain chief among them for Rhea Ripley, who's screams could drown out a buffalo stampede. Acting fast as a way to silence them, Raquel planted her mouth on top of her rival's, capturing the harrowing sounds of defilement into her maw as she officially began the sodomy. Slow, marked thrusts, Raquel never using more than half of her massive cock's length despite stuffing The Nightmare's butt full beforehand.

Raquel wasn't trying to destroy Rhea's butt, contrary to what she'd promised earlier; at least not yet anyway. Rather, she was taking it easy, working that hole with a caring touch to loosen it up for a more brutal pounding later. The soft, adorably muffled whimpers slipping inside her mouth were evidence that her plan of attack was a successful one.

Slowly but surely, that pipe was opening up, allowing for deeper, rougher penetration. Raquel's tremendous strength helped things as well, but was only a fraction of what sped the process along so quickly. Skill was the biggest factor, something that most women her size didn't possess but what Raquel had droves.

Big Mami Cool was a real thoroughbred in every sense of the word, the perfect combination of technique and power with a little twinge of stamina mixed in and, sadly, nobody could compete. If anyone could, it would be Rhea Ripley, but not with her legs spread and asshole stuffed. In her current form, Rhea was nothing more than a plaything for Raquel, a toy for La Chingona's amusement. That cock sliding in and out of her asshole was a constant reminder of that.

Her current role as "bitchmade anal doll" was a bitter pill to swallow, at least at first. But the longer Rhea's suffering went on, the better everything began to feel, and the easier it became to swallow. As with any affliction, the pain was only temporary, with her body eventually adjusting to the prolonged abuse and even accepting it. Raquel still was going her hardest or roughest but, after a while, it didn't make much of a difference. Once the pain disappeared, all that remained were the earliest signs of pleasure, a gateway to much, much more.

"Ooh, you like that, don't you, babe?" Raquel purred, viscously squeezing one of The Nightmare's large, natural breasts. "Tell me, Rhea: Am I better than Charlotte? C'mon, tell me!"

"F...Fuck Y-You!" Rhea squealed, doing her best to sidestep the question and hold back the pleasure-filled moans that were begging to be set free.

"You love saying that, don't you?" Raquel asked rhetorically, her tone even more aggressive than it had just been only a few seconds before. "But you won't tell me if Charlotte fucked you as good as I do? How about Io, Rhea? Did she bum you as good as me? C'mon, give me somethin'?"

The constant beating and pounding, the ease of access thanks to both the excellent rimjob and skillful anal fuckery. Both worked in tandem to bring Rhea closer to her breaking point. Well, not her literal breaking point; her mind was still very much intact. But, she wasn't far off from slipping up and accidentally admitting something she'd regret in the long run.

Surprisingly, underneath that cold, gothic exterior and the intimidating physique was a woman who's look and feelings differed drastically. On the outside, Rhea was a butt-busting top, ready and willing to conquer any bitch's ass at a moment's notice and, for a while, that's who she was on the inside as well. But ever since that night, March 26, 2020, things just hadn't been the same. Upstairs, Rhea was still the same person...99% of the time. She could go about her daily life normally, unaffected by The Queen or the night they'd spent together. But anytime she wore a strap-on, there was a little voice inside of her telling her to take it off, that she wasn't fit to wear it.

Rhea knew it wasn't true, that it was just Charlotte trying to stifle the greatest threat to her alpha throne yet, but no amount of convincing could stop that voice in her head. Typically though, shifting her focus could drown out that voice, at least long enough to take it off of her mind. Not this time.

No matter what she tried, Rhea couldn't stop it! The pounding, it wouldn't end. The wicked sounds of their flesh slapping together was like an amplifier for that horrible voice, playing on repeat:

"Give up"

"You know you love it"

"You love being a dirty little anal whore"

"Just accept your fate and then, real women will be lining up to fuck your fat ass"

And then...just like magic...poof! The voice disappeared, along with the overwhelming pleasure that had made it so prominent to begin with.

Rhea had been so lost in cocklust that it took her a second to realize that Raquel had stopped; in fact, Rhea didn't notice at all until that cock had completely exited her chute, leaving a relatively impressive crater in its wake, one that Raquel was quick to sample a bit of juice from before shifting gears.

"Alright, I wanna try something different," Raquel announced.

Still holding her legs in the air, Rhea repeated, "Somethin'... different?"

"Yep. I've seen how you are with a cock in your ass and, trust me babe, it was wonderful. But now I wanna see how you work a cock. How you ride for your Mami! Understand?" A small head nod was all Rhea could manage and, luckily for her, it was enough to suffice.

Raquel hopped onto the bed, resting in the center as she waited for Rhea to join moments later. Thanks to the scrambled state of her brains, it took her a second to regain her bearings. Once she did, she crawled over and straddled her temporary mistress, lining up that cock with her surprisingly eager asshole and graciously accepting it inside.

Rhea hated how loose her asshole had become; if she wasn't so deep in her zone, she would've punished herself right then and there. But she wasn't in the right headspace and, likely, wouldn't be until she got all of this bottoming out of her system. That wouldn't happen until the big finale, a grandiose explosion Rhea experienced her first time bottoming but was sorely deprived on her second run, thanks in large part to the worthless excuse for a "top" she had that night.

Thankfully Raquel was far greater than Io, a fact Rhea knew should've had her coughing and gagging up vomit upon agreeing with. She was so lost, so focused on riding that cock to the best of her ability and grinding that meaty, pale rump up and down that pole that the rest of the world seemed to melt away. No fears, no worries, certainly not any regrets about her current actions. Just Rhea and her booty work, and the tremendous amount of euphoria she found in doing it.

Raquel was incredibly pleased with Rhea's performance, especially considering this was her first time riding another woman's cock; rumor has it that Charlotte kept the poor bitch on her knees all night long, never switching positions once. Which was her loss, because that big butt popping must've been an incredible sight to see. Must've, considering Raquel couldn't actually tell based on their position.

Rhea chose to face her former friend on her own accord, instead of granting herself the opportunity to hide her shameful reactions. Which blocked what Raquel could only imagine was the heavenly sight of that gloriously full moon; even the slightest twitch of that massive pale ass was enough to have even the straightest woman drooling. But once again, Raquel found solace in Rhea's facial expressions.

The sparkling blue eyes of the former NXT Women's Champion told the story of her internal struggle. The truth about Rhea's past was still unconfirmed, at least for the time being, but that wasn't important now, in the thick of things. Rhea was loving getting her hole stuffed, maybe even more so now because she could control the pace.

Every inch or just the tip, the decision was in Ripley's capable hands, and she took advantage of that by constantly switching up the speed and velocity every few seconds to maximize the pleasure. There were no reservations about what it would mean for her career or what the other Superstars would think. Rhea was so focused on finding and grinding that she nearly missed the build-up for what was shaping to be an Earth-shattering climax. Nearly.

Both Rhea and Raquel were able to catch in just in time, The Nightmare throwing up her defenses at the last second, just soon enough for La Chingona to ask the age-old question. "Aww, how cute! You're gonna cum, aren't you, Rhea?" Even so deep in the zone, Rhea still refused to verbally demean herself by answering that question. Too much pride, even at her lowest of lows. Luckily, Raquel was willing to throw her a bone.

See, normally, a bitch would have to beg if they wanted an anal orgasm, be it from Raquel or any other top. But in seclusion, with no onlookers of any sort, Raquel was willing to settle for simply making her "mate" cum, without all the theatrics. There'd be a time and a place for that, specifically December 6th, where she'd get to humiliate Rhea in front of the entire locker room, her own teammates included. For now, an anal orgasm with a little message attached would suffice.

Raquel took hold of Rhea's juicy bum, hooking her strong arms into Ripley's equally powerful legs as Big Mami Cool edged her way off the bed. Using the leverage from her current positioning, Raquel stood up, holding The Nightmare in her arms and keeping that cock impaled inside of her all the while. It was a marvelous sight and a miraculous feat of strength, something only someone as jacked as Raquel González could pull off.

The bodybuilder position, designed to showcase the difference in size between the fuckee and the fucker. This was a rare case, one where both large, muscle bound Amazons at the top of their craft. Simply performing such an impressive technique was extraordinary, let alone maintaining it, something that Raquel was able to do with relative ease, as evidenced by Dakota Kai's henchwoman beginning to pump her hips in and out.

Immediately, Rhea's eyes widened; she felt her heart race, and her muscles give way. The thrusts were deep and powerful, far from the fastest she'd experienced but definitely unlike anything else. In all honesty, getting manhandled and tossed around like a literal fuckdoll was an enlightening experience. Nothing had ever made her feel so weak yet so...good.

At that moment, Rhea didn't feel compromised or upset with her position. Winning back her title or getting on the right track no longer mattered. Each time that cock hammered into her aching butthole, a little piece of her impenetrable armor chipped away, the world around them disappearing as Rhea melted into Raquel's loving and caring arms.

Ripley's moan became uncontrollable, to the point where it was painfully obvious that any second now, she'd go careening over the edge. Again, Raquel could've held out. She could've forced the insecure little bitch to beg and plead for it at the very least. But, she didn't. Instead, Raquel snaked her arms up Rhea's body, interlocking her hands around Rhea's head.

With her titan-like grip buried in a bed of golden Australian locks, Raquel jackhammered her dick inside of Rhea's butt over and over again. Those pistoning hips were working overtime to destroy that hole better than Charlotte and especially Io ever could, in a manner that only Big Mami Cool could pull off until the woman who looked and sounded similar to NXT's Nightmare was a drooling, droopy-eyed mess. Then, with a yank of her hair, Rhea was put out of her misery.

One last guttural roar from the proud former champion was the soundtrack from her near career-altering anal orgasm, only the second of her young life. But, what she experienced under Charlotte Flair paled in comparison. Such a feeling had already persisted throughout, but now? After getting manhandled and fucked senseless by her...Mami? No! No, no, no, Goddammit, she's a top! No matter how great succumbing to the pleasure or that cock pistoning in and out of her asshole so frequently she'd need to book a doctor's appointment immediately afterwards felt, nothing could ever change that. But, Mami had other plans in mind.

Rhea struggled internally, her heart wanting one thing as her body, literally squirting cum from her aching and untouched cunt as a result of the severe anal annihilation and painting Raquel's abs in the tasty solution, desired another. All the while, as the strongest waves of intense Bliss began to pass, Raquel slowed her movements and, ultimately, stopped entirely. Rhea shuddered and twitched before finally being lifted off of that cock and tossed onto the bed like a sack of potatoes, leaving The Nightmare to dwell on her future. What she really wanted. What she really needed.

Raquel was sure that in time, Rhea would make the right decision. And sure, if she really wanted to, she probably could've put the poor Aussie Assassin out of misery, just like she did to Cap'n Kota, The Poison Pixie, and Rhea's fellow fat-assed Australian, Toni Storm. But, as much as she would enjoy breaking the hopeless cunt as soon as possible, doing it in front of an audience would be even sweeter. All she'd have to do is wait 4 days, until Sunday's WarGames match. Rhea and her sad little facade was going to come crumbling down, and every single member of the roster was going to be in attendance to witness it.

That was why instead of picking up Rhea's lifeless body and forcing her into round 2, Raquel simply cleaned up, threw on her clothes, collected her things and left. The hotel room was paid for the night, and Raquel sat the keycard on the nightstand before leaving. That way, Rhea could stew about her future in NXT, as well as what lied beyond. Maybe she'd listen to her heart, or maybe her body would act on its own, but either way, Rhea only had until Sunday to turn things around.