Bow Down to the Goddess Ch. 07

After everything she's been through in her relatively short but incredibly eventful life, it takes a lot to strike fear in the heart of Alexa Bliss. Horrific eating disorders, bad break-ups, pro wrestling losses and a series of bad hits to the noggin resulting in a pair of nasty concussions mere months apart all had been overcome before the age of thirty. But, of course, that's all without mentioning her backstage history.

Not a lot could scare her enough to stop her dead in her tracks, a cold sweat instantly forming around the small of her back as the words "Lexi, open up! It's Nikki" emanated from the other side of her hotel room door following a loud, belligerent sequence of knocks. Words that she'd been doing her best to avoid hearing since the night they'd worked together to conquer the unconquerable.

Countless phone calls and text messages were ignored, and Alexa was very careful to arrive at Raw just before the show started and leave just after her performance as a way to lessen the chance that she'd run into the woman she guaranteed her asshole to. At least until she found the right opportunity to turn the tables on her suitor, which served as a guarantee that Alexa never really intended on seeing through, but one that Nikki was obviously here to collect on.

Bliss' mind was racing, running a mile a minute and asking a million answerless questions. Why was Nikki so intent on seeing this through? Couldn't she just let it be? How in the Hell did she find her room? All of those and more weighed her down, bringing what was a very heated, intense ass wrecking session between herself and the newly-acquired Legit Boss to a sudden, anti-climatic conclusion.

"Lexi, c'mon, I know you're in there! Open up!" Cross bellowed again, this time her thick Scottish accent sounding more forceful and agitated. Alexa didn't dare utter a single word, trying her best impression of a statue, mostly out of fear, but a small part of her was frozen instinctively. The skin on her forehead became matted with sweat, her heart pumping faster than a horse's legs on race day.

Obviously, she knew her cover wouldn't last forever. But Alexa, in an example of casual immaturity, wanted to believe that maybe, if she stayed completely silent, then Nikki would give up and leave. And ultimately she would've, if it wasn't for Sasha and her greedy, broken little anal-addicted asshole.

You see, Sasha wasn't quite so clued in on the situation between her Goddess and Ronda Rousey's #1 backstage affiliate. In her eyes, the two were practically partners in crime, as evidenced by their cohesiveness in attempting and succeeding in breaking her, evidence of that glorious night strapped firmly around her neck in the form of a sparkly pink collar, a large letter B emblazon on the front. So "B The Legit Butt Bitch" had no idea why Alexa had stopped slamming her asshole the second she heard Nikki's voice from beyond the comfort of her hotel room, or why she'd been frozen for upwards of a minute.

What she did know, however, was that she wanted to continue getting her butt pounded; not only did clearing this up increase the chances that Lexi would pick up the pace again, but, fingers crossed, presented the opportunity for Sasha's first official double-anal as broken bitch. Which was something she'd been chomping at the bit to experience.

Hell, two huge cocks tearing her asshole apart simultaneously and NOT having to pretend that she hated it was a glorious dream that had kept her awake at night. So, thanks to Sasha's failure to read the room, as well as her selfish desire to see and feel her fantasy fulfilled, you can probably understand why she suddenly burst out, "Come in, the door's unlocked!"

Lexi's eyes widened; she shot her arm out, clasping her hand over her mouthy bitch's maw but it was too late. The deed had already been done, the secret revealed. Lexi, typically used to staying in classy, more modern hotels with rooms only accessible by keycard, was now paying the price for allowing her bimbo whore to make the decision for her. Doubly so, considering that same bimbo whore both failed to lock the door behind her on the way in and revealed that secret to the predator beckoning from the other side.

Alexa, shifting between seething anger and overwhelming fear, watched as the intruder silently opened the door, calmly and casually revealing herself to the pair comfortably inside the room already. As she took one step past the threshold, a large, sadistic grin shot across her face and, in that very moment, a woman so small in stature that even Alexa herself was taller than, looked like a giant.

Scrambling in an attempt to mask her fear, Alexa returned to pounding the Boss's slutty butthole, the once proud, ground-breaking superstar melting in a sea of pleasure every time The Goddess's thighs smacked against her meaty ass cheeks. To complete the facade, as well as flex her skills at thinking on her feet, Alexa quickly studied Nikki's expression and matched it with an almost exact copy to appear as sure and as confident as ever. Unfortunately, her suitor wasn't buying it.

"I see you're having some fun with your newest pet, Lexi. The pet that I helped you claim. Remember that? When you asked me to help you in exchange for your -"

"God, please don't say it!" Lexi interrupted, a pathetic bashfulness dripping from every word. A weakness that, in turn, infuriated the Goddess to no end, ultimately leading to her taking said anger out on Sasha's asshole with stronger, more honed-in thrusts that focused on hitting Banks' deepest spots. Taking it a step further, Bliss grabbed both of Sasha's arms and pulled them back, yanking the helpless bitch into each thrust and adding an extra bit of force in the process.

Lexi pummeled Sasha's broken, busted backdoor with every ounce of force her tiny body could muster. Long, devastating thrusts sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout The Boss's tight and toned frame, as proven by the way her juicy ass, her body's only area seemingly not sculpted from stone, erratically jiggled this way and that.

"Lexi, you promised me that-"

Again, Alexa interrupted, "I said don't say it damnit!"

"Your ass, Lex. You promised me your sweet bubble butt, and you know it. As you can imagine, I'm here to collect." Alexa felt her heart drop to the very bottom of her chest, the only ounce of relief coming in the form of Sasha and her total ignorance to the world around her thanks to the endless amount of pleasure throttling her entire body, second after second. Nikki continued, "I've been trying to call and text you for weeks but I never got an answer. I tried looking for you at Raw, but you were nowhere to be found. Now, why is that?"

Lexi, still pounding B's forbidden hole but shifting her main focus to the conversation, took a deep breath and then answered, "I...I know what I promised you Nikki. I'll be honest...I was ignoring you because I never..." she trailed, her mind stumbling to find the right words for a verbal escape route. "Because I never intended on giving you my ass."

Revealing the truth wasn't the most ideal plan, but it was all that came to mind. But, her pondering wasn't all for naught. "You see, I wanted your help breaking B, which finally gave me the confidence I needed to become the alpha! I feel stronger than ever now! So, I can't give you my ass, nor did I ever have any intention of doing so. But umm, you uhh... I'll give you B! Yeah, you can have this bitch! I don't need her, really, I just needed to break her. So, she's yours to do with whatever you please. Go ahead, use her, abuse her, hand her over to Ronda, you can even tell that MMA bitch where you got her from, I don't care."

The room suddenly fell under an icy silence; mid-explanation, Lexi lost focus and, in turn, ceased the movement of hips, bringing Sasha's moans and the clapping of her fat booty to a close with a hearty shudder stretching across the entirety of her fit body. Lexi's heart began to pump even faster than before as she anxiously awaited Nikki's response to her bullshit clarification. Truthfully it wasn't all that believable, and Alexa knew it. But, smarter girls than Nikki had fallen to dumber explanations to strange situations before, so maybe, just maybe, she'd buy it? Upwards of a minute later, the Goddess finally got her answer.

"Alright..." Nikki stated, a smile briefly brewing across Bliss' naturally gorgeous face before the brunette continued, "counter-offer."

Cautiously, Alexa asked, "Yeah?", returning to the current task at hand, slamming the entirety of her cock deep into Sasha's shit pipe, the purple-haired Legit princess gleefully crying at the re-arrival of her favorite pastime, her butt easily gobbling up all of Alexa's shaft being proof of such.

Nikki, ignoring Sasha's pathetically euphoric reaction, replied, "In exchange for my services in helping you break the "unbreakable" Sasha Banks, I'll take her off your hands-"

"Deal! Where do I sign?" Little Miss Bliss jumped in, Nikki throwing her hand up in response to ensure the tiny blonde princess that she'd yet to finish.

"I'll take Sasha off your hands, but Lex, her ass is no substitute for yours. So, in exchange for Banks, I'll break our original deal: you'll no longer be mine for the night. You won't have to suffer until daybreak. Just until I've had my fill."

Angrily, completely forgetting who actually had the upper hand, Alexa shouted, "Hell no! No deal!", taking her anger out on Sasha Banks and the worn-out crater she used to call an asshole. So stretched and used-up was The Boss's backdoor, not an ounce of pain was felt, no matter how powerfully Bliss pummeled it. Only pleasure in its purest, most-unbridled form, that ecstasy slowly building as Alexa's recklessly wrecked that bitch hole, ignorant of Sasha's budding orgasm.

Snickering softly, Nikki reminded, "Well suit yourself. But I'll be taking my prize, whether you honor your end of our prior agreement or you accept my new one...or I reveal to the alpha that Alexa Bliss has not only been stealing her bitches, but also reneging on handshake agreements which, as you know, is against the hierarchy's code of ethics..."

"You wouldn't dare!" Alexa challenged, unsure if Nikki truly meant what she said or not. When she initially approached her, Nikki said she wanted Alexa to take the alpha title, and that she was intent on bringing it to fruition. That an outsider like Ronda wasn't even worthy of the throne in the first place. Now, it became incredibly clear that, whether those words were true or not, Nikki Cross only cared about one thing, and be it by bartering, blackmail or a good, old-fashioned double-cross, she was intent on getting it.

"Normally I wouldn't," Nikki revealed before elaborating, "but I want your ass, Lex. Real, real bad. It's all I've ever wanted, ever since I laid eyes on it. But back then, I was barely even worthy of taking someone's cock, let alone fucking the locker room's favorite bitch. Then you moved up and stopped letting anyone fuck your ass, taking away my dream completely. I'm NOT giving up this chance! So, I need to hear it...will we do this the easy, quiet, and secluded way, or the hard, 'in front of everybody' way?"

That last sentence echoed throughout Alexa's mind. A decision so easy to make on paper, but much harder in practice thanks in large part to the bitter pill that came with making it. Either way, she'd be kissing a multi-year anal abstinence goodbye, relapsing on something far stronger than any drug or alcohol gracing God's green Earth. But, only one way did she have a chance to truly save face.

The fact that ownership of her newly-acquired bitch and former mistress was on the table didn't make things easier to stomach, either. But eventually, Alexa found solace in the realization that giving up Sasha, just one of an entire cavalvade of anal whores belonging to WWE's resident Goddess, reduced her sentence by a vast amount. It's highly unlikely that she wouldn't be able to survive an endless night of anal obliteration, but a one-and-done? Far easier.

After nearly a full minute of deep, intrinsic thought, Alexa lowered her head and made the obvious decision,"F-fine. We'll do things th-the easy way." Viciously ripping her cock from Sasha's hole, causing her now former bitch to squeal with a combination of delight and discomfort, she ordered, "B, I can't believe I'm saying this but, you belong to Nikki now. Got it?"

Sasha wasn't quite as tuned in as one should be when discussing ownership, mostly because Alexa had been pounding her plump, chocolate ass so thoroughly and powerfully, completely ignorant to Sasha's incoming climax. But she was conscious enough to understand that she no longer belonged to her Goddess, as well as how wet her starving cunt was upon contemplating the fact that now, in her current state, she was nothing more than a piece of meat to be passed around from top to top. A bargaining chip to get real women out of trouble, for real women to pleasure themselves with, but nothing more. Such a hot reality made any reservations about being passed on to an inferior domme fade quickly, doubly so upon realizing that Alexa could always reclaim her in the future. And, with that in mind, The Boss succumbed to the intense pleasure.

Shockwaves upon shockwaves echoed throughout every fiber of her being. The nerve-endings around her asshole flared up, those typically sensitive sensory receptors working overtime to graciously accept the endless amount of dopamine Sasha's brain was graciously gushing. Selfishly, or possibly out of instinct, The Boss even began to throw her ass back against Alexa's powerful thrusts, at least until the sheer force of a full-on category 5 orgasm rocked her to the core, her body seizing up as she came out of it's tail-end belonging to a completely different woman.

With any reservations out of the way, Sasha plucked herself from that cock, then slowly crawled away from her Goddess and towards her new owner, clawing at Nikki's leg on arrival, only to be shoved aside with aplomb. After all, B the butt bitch was merely a bargaining chip in exchange for the main event, the cremé de la cremé, in Nikki's eyes. Little Lexi and her delicious bubble butt. As you could imagine, the tiny terror could hardly contain her excitement.

Much like Alexa, Nikki's heart began to beat faster and faster, but unlike the Goddess, this change wasn't brought upon by fear. Instead, it was the carnal instinct of her desires taking control, resulting in a natural, uncontrollable anxiousness to form a pit in her stomach. After several years, the time had finally come for Nikki to join a not-so exclusive club, one which most women working for WWE years ago had already joined, but also had been rejecting new member applications for quite some time.

Nikki did not speak, she didn't want to spoil the moment by making it like any other pointless topping. It was special, Lexi was special, and, as long as she remained subordinate, such an impactful and important moment deserved to stand out from the throwaway encounters. Instead, she slowly marched forward with long, heavy steps to assure the puny, little, blonde top that the balance of power no longer resided within her grasp.

Bliss wanted to run away, she wanted to fight. Internally, she screamed and shouted at her brain to come up with something, anything that would provide an out. Surely she could survive one ass fucking from a low-level top like Nikki Cross, that wasn't the issue. What was, however, was the animosity that had been building towards this moment, ever since that dumb bitch Toni Storm tongued her asshole. Slowly, week after week, her desires grew; she demanded Sonya to do the same as Toni, then later that night, after dreaming of getting double-stuffed by Ronda and Nikki, Alexa fucked her own asshole, using the same dildo she'd just used to pound Mandy Rose.

Since breaking Sasha, those feelings had been quietly pushed to the side. Subdued but not erased. Which was why, as Nikki stepped forward, inching closer and closer, Alexa didn't run away. She didn't fight back, she just...froze. Alexa wasn't happy or sad, or any other emotion for that matter. Just solid froze, until Nikki stopped in front of her and motioned with one finger for the Goddess to rise. And with that, the ice melted.

Not to a degree where Alexa wanted to obey, far from it actually. A large, very evident part of her hated the circumstances. But she really didn't have any other choices besides submit now, in the quiet of her hotel room, or submit later, with an audience of jealous bitches laughing and throwing out shameful slurs. With no proper way out, the decision was clear, Alexa making said decision known as she slowly adhered by rising to her feet.

Still adorned with a large, neon-purple strap-on cock protruding from her crotch, Alexa stood motionless as she awaited Cross' next move. Her long, beautiful blonde hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, the pink tips nearly reaching the top of her back but ultimately failing. The pristine excellence of her gorgeous body was on full display, a layer of sweat coating every inch of that perfect frame. Alexa's full, pert breasts were especially shiny, for whatever reason, her nipples standing to attention as the cold AC did its best to wash away her body's salty coating.

Nikki didn't dare to break the silence, though she did bring her observation of Lexi's stunning body to close, moving things along shockingly pulling the petite, gold and pink-haired Goddess in for a kiss. Alexa tried to pull away; accepting the embrace was absolutely not in her best interest. Starting things off with a kiss was far from a unique tactic; Bliss herself had used it countless times in the past. In doing so, Nikki was trying to get Alexa to relax and, hopefully, embrace the forthcoming experience. Not gonna happen!

Before Nikki could get too close, Alexa reminded, "I don't have to do this, ya' know. I agreed to give up my ass, not be your bitch. Which means I'm not required to follow your orders."

That vague, cheerful but frightening grin returning, Nikki replied, "That's true. But don't you want this to be fun, Lex? C'mon I promise, I won't tell anyone about what has and will happen tonight," then, with a softer, gentler tone, she continued, "You have my word." With that, she closed the distance between them.

Nikki's lips latched onto Alexa's like a vice, the uppity alpha-contender initially taken aback but, after a few seconds, found herself willing to stomach the embrace. Even when Cross boldly slipped her tongue into the Goddess's mouth, it never grew too much to handle, let alone completely unbearable like she first thought. The kiss was long and sweet, a far cry from the wet, sloppy affairs she was used to forcing upon her weak bitches. It felt as though Nikki actually wanted to kiss her, instead of just doing so to assert her dominance. Well, at least until Alexa realized that the kiss was merely a distraction, anyway.

Unfortunately, she only realized after Nikki had already fully undressed herself, midway through Cross unbuckling the strap-on Bliss was wearing. Once she had, Nikki pulled away, lightly forcing Alexa to her knees before attaching the strap to her waist, Bliss scowling all the while.

"What do you think you're-" Bliss started but was quickly shut down.

"Calm down, Lex. It's a little rough-housing, you know, to get you in position to clean up the mess my new bitch made. So, go ahead. Suck it." Nikki's command received the Goddess's trademark arrogant eye-roll as an initial response.

"Do...do I have to? Can't we just have her clean it?" She asked motioning to Sasha, who was waiting patiently for her turn a few paces to the right.

"Well, yeah, but where's the fun in that?" Nikki rebutted, following up with, "I'm just trying to have fun, Lex, and you should too. Think about it, this is the only chance you're going to get to bottom with no strings attached. No worries or fears; I already gave you my word that I wouldn't tell anyone. So, why not just loosen up and try to enjoy it?"