Bow Down to the Goddess Ch. 08

Peace of mind, a key to living a long, healthy life, and something that Alexa Bliss had been desperately missing in hers. Long, sleepless nights spent dreaming about things that definitely could never happen, and even longer days reminiscing about a certain event that didn't happen between herself and Nikki Cross in a hotel room a few weeks ago. Nothing happened. It was just a dream. Move past it.

Those were the canned responses Alexa had been repeating to herself ever since that night that she most definitely bottomed to Nikki Cross and, arguably worse, finished herself off with a dildo. A horrible night riddled with failure, the cherry on top no less than The Legit Boss, Sasha Banks, acting as the sacrificial lamb to save Alexa's ass, only for Bliss to hand over those sweet, buttery cheeks anyway.

Now, two weeks later, Alexa was down a bitch and down a few pegs too. But, funnily enough, the only obstacles in Lexi's life came as a result of her own mental instability. None, not a single one of her fellow Superstars seemed to have a clue that she'd bottomed out. Alexa had never appeared in public with Sasha as her bitch, so nobody knew that she'd lost her precious "B" either. No rumblings, no childish gossip floating around the rumor mills, not a single instance of schoolgirl snickering between gal pals. As far as she knew, Nikki had kept her word, meaning Alexa was in the clear.

That was a fact she'd been considering in the shadows for days, all the while developing her next plan of attack on Ronda Rousey's empire. Through everything, Alexa hadn't lost sight of the end goal: becoming the new alpha, at the reigning and defending alpha's expense. Which brought her to the here and now, at Monday Night Raw, and inside of the women's locker room, with her sights set on a familiar face.

Flanked by two of her oldest subs, Bayley and Charlotte, Alexa's eyes sat fixed on the fiery-haired Irish mega-star, The Man, Becky Lynch. Becky may have been lifting weights across the room, seemingly oblivious to the hierarchy happenings around her, but everyone knew that the inaugural SmackDown Women's Champion wasn't focusing on her physique to stay fit or to help her win even more matches. No, Becky was merely passing time, until her mistress, the alpha, arrived.

Though a fierce, uber-popular hero in the eyes of the fans, a spiritual successor to Steve Austin in a way, Becky behind the scenes, was nothing more than an asshole for Ronda Rousey's amusement. She'd been Ronda's bitch for months, her passion in the ring a mere spec compared to her addiction to getting that gorgeous, fat ass of her's fucked on the regular. The more popular Becky became, the more Ronda seemed to live inside of the Irish Ace's asshole, the setting of their typical buggery being Rowdy's private dressing room but, on occasion, she liked to show off her prized possession.

It was rare though, and most of the time, Ronda liked to keep Becky, the fastest-rising star and hottest act in the company, all to herself. To her, it legitimized her position as the alpha; even though so many had already fucked Becky's ass in the past, that was all long before she was the most popular wrestler in all of WWE. Rousey rarely let Becks out of her sight, meaning Alexa didn't have much time to strike. Now was her chance. She briefly thought over her plan of attack, and then took it.

With Bayley, who rarely got to stand beside her Goddess, and Charlotte, Lexi's first major conquest and the first shot in her war with Ronda at her left and right respectively, Alexa brushed past the dregs of the Raw locker room and approached The Man with the intent on snatching her loyalty, which wouldn't be the first time she'd stolen someone from Rowdy.

"Hey there, Big Time Becks! What are you doing over here, all alone?" A simple approach, but a classic icebreaker.

"Piss off, Lexi. Mistress Ronnie's comin' soon and if she sees ye talkin' to me, we're both gonna be arsed!"

"Arsed, are we, lass?"Alexa mocked, giving out the worst rendition of Becky's brogue accent that The Man had ever heard. "Ahh...I kid, I kid. But seriously, Becks, what gives? I was just saying hi!"

"So, ye weren't tryin' ta angle fer my arse?"

Alexa smugly replied, "No, I definitely was. But you didn't even give me a chance to shoot my shot! What's up with that, Becks?"

Becky fired up, "There's no shot! Ya know who I belong to, so bugger off! All yer gonna do is fook up both our situations!"

"You mean that situation where you let a second-rate top from the UFC pretend to fuck your ass how it deserves?"

Becky swallowed hard. Lexi continued.

"Oh, Becky, I hope you know that I don't care how many times Ronnie bummed you! 'Cause no matter the number, I know you haven't forgotten about me...have you? Maybe in the moment, but I bet when you're lying awake at night, you think about TLC 2016, and you think about getting humiliated by 'weak' Little Miss Bliss in front of everyone. And even if you don't..." Alexa drew in closer and whispered. "I know you remember what I did to your...how would you put it? Oh yeah, you're arsehole."

Becky shuddered, and weakly argued, "Seriously, please stop!"

"Oh, I'll never stop, Becks! Not until you join my little party here!"

Bayley smiled, greeting, "Hi, Becky!"

Charlotte held her pinky out and asked, "Whaddya say, Becks? How 'bout a little tea for old time's sake?" A little reference to when Becky and Charlotte were the best of friends.

Becky stood her ground, albeit with so little emphasis, it was hardly worth the effort. "Leave me alone....please, leave me alone! I'm just waitin' fer Mistress Ronnie to come. She's gonna feck me arse, okay? I don't need you lot to be involved!"

A familiar voice, one that brightened up Becky's Irish eyes, protruded from the crowd of Raw wrestlers. "What's this about Becky getting her ass fucked?" Lynch smiled, and rose from the bench before dropping to her knees. It was Ronda. Alexa practically froze where she was standing.

Becky, like a small child looking to tattle on another, spouted, "Mistress, Lexi was tryin' to make me bottom fer her! But I told 'er! I told 'er me bum belongs to ye!"

Ronda, who'd been wearing a relatively neutral expression, frowned. Lexi had recognized her voice as well and, as such, hadn't turned around to meet her rival, face to face, not wanting to poke the bear. That didn't stop The Rowdy One from addressing the biggest thorn in her side.

"Sneaking around, trying to snatch away my whores again, are we, Bliss?"

Lexi scoffed, "Me? Sneaking? No, I'd never, you know that, Ronda!"

"Cut the shit, Bliss! I know what you were trying to pull!"

"Oh really? Wow, aren't you a bright one?" Alexa playfully sassed, still keeping her eyes away from Ronda; facing her would be even tougher having been caught in the act.

Ronda giggled, crossing her arms. "Have you no class, Bliss? No morals? A single shred of decency in you to keep your filthy fucking hands to yourself when it comes to my whores?"

Alexa took a deep breath and finally turned her attention to Rousey. With a more serious tone, she assured, "Look, I'm sorry, okay? Really I am. But I won't apologize for seeing Becky over here, all alone when a top flight bitch such as herself should have a cock shoved up her backdoor at all times."

Ronda rubbed her chin and rebutted, "So, you saw it fit to make that cock, your cock?"

Alexa threw her arms up in defense. "Not excusing it! Just sayin', you know?"

"Oh, I do know!" Ronda aggressively assured. "And you know what else I know? I know that I'm sick and fucking tired of you trying to snipe whores behind my back! And I also know that if I wasn't in such a good mood, then I'd bend you over right here and now!"

"Good mood?" Alexa asked with genuine intrigue. "This is you in a good mood?"

"Oh, absolutely! Nikki, bring that pathetic bitch over here, please!" Alexa stood stone-faced upon hearing that name: Nikki. In relation to "Rowdy" Ronda, that Nikki surely had surname of Cross, or layman's terms, the woman who quietly swindled Alexa into giving up her ass. Sure enough, out walked the one true Scottish Psychopath in WWE, but unfortunately for The Goddess, she wasn't alone.

Collared and leashed, crawling along Nikki's side was the artist formerly known as Sasha Banks, who'd briefly been seen giving anal performances under the stage name of "B, The Legit Butt Bitch". You could also call her Alexa's former slave.

"Fancy what you see, Bliss? And it's all thanks to my right-hand! Great job again, Nik! Who would've guessed that you could've broken such a tough nut?"

Nikki and Alexa's eyes met. They didn't share a word, but as they looked at each other, their story repeated itself in each other's heads. The Goddess had done most of the work, and now Nikki was taking all of the credit. But it was for the best, because otherwise, people would be wondering why Sasha was in Nikki and, subsequently, Ronda's possession and not her own.

"I'm just glad I was able to please you, Mistress," Nikki grinned, her upbeat response forcing a disgusted snarl from Little Miss Bliss.

"And to think, when Nikki told me that she broke Sasha, I didn't believe her! But here she is, in living color, broken just like she was always meant to be. How does that sound? I've got two Horsewomen now, just like you, Lex." Ronda proclaimed, and Sasha confirmed.

"Yes, thank you, Mistress Ronda! Thank you for owning me and my useless fucking hole!" Sasha bellowed, conveniently leaving out that brief period where that hole belonged to Alexa. Some secrets were better kept...you know...secret? Still, hearing her precious B heaping praise upon another mistress stung like hell.

"You're very welcome, whore!" Ronda petted the top of Sasha's purple head as she continued, "See? I'm in a great mood! So great that I'm gonna let you show me what you planned to do with my favorite whore."

"You are?" Becky and Alexa both shouted in unison.

Alexa furrowed her brows, her face a bright, pretty picture of shock and awe.

Bright-eyed, Ronda explained, "Yeah, why not? I was gonna fuck you anyway, just like I always do, Becky! Was just a little late from pounding Sasha's asshole into oblivion, that's all! So why not give you two cocks to service instead of one?"

"I guess that's okay...as long as yer fine with it, Mistress Ronnie. Ye know I don't like fookin' other dommes besides ye," Becky reminded, agreeing to the situation. Alexa though, was a bit more skeptical.

"Okay, I'll bite. What's the catch?"

Ronda feigned surprise. "A catch? Whatever do you mean? Can't a friend tag team a bitch with another friend without the need for something as trivial as a catch?"

Alexa rolled her eyes.

"Alright, fine, there's a catch. A catch that I've been waiting quite a long time to cash in on-"

"You're not spanking my ass," Alexa interrupted. Others wanting to spank her was a given and naturally, that's where she assumed Ronda was headed.

"Not yet I'm not," Ronda quipped with a giggle. "No, no, I'll save that for the night I break you. I was thinking something more along the lines of you using that hot little mouth of yours to please me."

Alexa folded her arms; she obviously wasn't happy with Ronda's suggestion, and Ronda knew why. Eating another woman's pussy was generally considered submissive, something for weaker women to do for the dominants to show their inferiority. Tops rarely serviced each other and when they did, it was usually in private. So forcing little Lexi to do just that with an entire locker room full of onlookers was the perfect way to punish the bitch for sneaking around.

"And then I get to fuck Becky?" Alexa asked wearily.

"We get to fuck Becky," Ronda assured.

Munching Ronnie's rug was definitely a price, but a small one in exchange for Becky's asshole, even if she'd have to share it with Ronda. Alexa was confident, more so then she had been in weeks. The events of that night, even with Nikki in the room, weren't even on her radar. So, she was more than happy to agree.

"Fine! You've got yourself a deal," Alexa groaned. As excited as she was to pound The Man's arse, the same couldn't be said for "the catch" it would take to get her there. Willing, but not excited.

Ronda smiled. She was hoping Alexa would agree.

"Good," Ronda stated bluntly, as she began walking over to the bench where Becky had once sat. Upon arriving, Ronda peeled down her short MMA trunks, the same which she wore as her wrestling attire, and tossed them aside before sitting down and spreading her legs. "Now, get over here and lick me like a good bitch."

"God, you're the worst," Alexa grumbled, but made her way over to Rousey anyway.

Ronda signaled Alexa to drop a single point of her finger downwards, and after a few boo-boo faces, Bliss adhered, dropping to her knees before the most powerful woman in all of WWE. For now, at least. Oh yes, soon enough, The Goddess would hold that title, if not Rousey's Raw Women's Championship too! It was only a matter of time, Alexa knew it, with or without that little secret that Nikki had promised. She just needed to go through the motions and take things step by step, and sadly, the first step meant munching on The Alpha's womanhood.

"Go ahead, Bliss. Lick those lips and dig in!" Ronda growled and again, Alexa took her sweet time, abusing the fact that since she didn't belong to Rowdy, she wasn't inclined to perform in command. Only when Alexa was absolutely certain that she was ready, did she finally dive face-first into Rousey's crotch.

The closer her gorgeous face came to Ronda's twat, the more her memory bank filled with images from the hundreds of times she'd been forced to this exact same act in the past, long before she was The Goddess of WWE. It had been quite some time since then, and even with those images playing back like a montage, Alexa wasn't sure if she still had the technique; thankfully, that was the only thought she had regarding those images.

Nevertheless, she began the same way she always had: with a single, long lick from the top of that slit to the very bottom, a fantastic way to sample the flavor whilst also pleasing, as well. Lexi licked her lips; it was good. Not great, mind you, but from a single lick, she couldn't give a 100% accurate rating. For that, she'd need to dive a bit deeper and work a bit harder.

"That all ya got, Bliss? C'mon, all that time you spent as the go-to whore in NXT? I know you can do better than that!" Ronda barked; Alexa didn't let it bother her. She was only just beginning, developing a plan of attack, so to speak.

Ronda wasn't wet, which was surprising considering she'd just spent at least some amount of time pounding Banks fat, mocha ass into oblivion; Lord knows Lexi was also soaking after her sessions with The Boss. Whatever the case, it wasn't Ronda's responsibility to be "rowdy", it was Lexi's job to get her there.

So, Alexa got to work with more than a single sample, instead using a series of smaller, more refined licks. One series quickly turned into five, which multiplied by two and so forth. Before she knew it, The Goddess was knee-deep into her first oral performance in ages, and while the last hadn't been recent, Ronda could hardly tell by how skilled the hot little blonde still was.

Bliss's mouth was money, the bevy of skills and barrage of licks on display not really befitting of the closest contender to Ronda's throne. That expertise quickly mutated The Champ's dry cooch into a lesbian oasis with a mixture of her own heavenly juices and Lexi's sloppy spit. Alexa's attack strategy was, undoubtedly, working wonders.

"Ooh, yeah, that's it! Eat that fucking pussy! Eat it, eat it, eat it! Mmmmm-keep snackin' on that snatch like the good little rug muncher you are, bitch!" Ronda moaned, shoving Lexi's face in deeper and holding her there, against her will.

Alexa wasn't complaining, though it's not like she had a chance to anyway. If she even thought about pulling her head back a bit for a short reprieve, Ronda quickly forced her back in again which, unfortunately, Alexa had to stomach whether she wanted to or not. Putting up a fight right now was pointless, especially when the longer she found herself between Rousey's thighs, the more comfortable she became.

The Goddess had never eaten Ronda out before, the former UFC Bantamweight Champ had come to WWE right in the midst of Alexa's run of dominance on Raw, and though Bliss's in-ring roll had been quelled, her backstage presence was still as powerful as ever. That being said, Alexa would've been remiss to say that she didn't enjoy it, that lapping away at The Alpha, an objectively more powerful woman's cunt, didn't evoke some dark feelings that Alexa was sure she locked away.

Naturally it wasn't the first time Little Miss Bliss got her knickers in a twist with past feelings coming to the forefront; Hell, she'd spent the last few weeks trying to hide the fact that she bottomed to Nikki Cross! Nevertheless, something about this didn't feel as bad.

It didn't feel wrong or that she shouldn't be doing it, even if the obvious answer was that she was The Goddess, the soon-to-be most dominant woman in WWE.

No matter how many times that thought occurred, it was effortless. Eating out her "superior", servicing Ronda didn't feel wrong....it felt right. Therein lay the problem, an unsolvable riddle that Alexa had been working tirelessly to complete, spinning in circles in the process. That feeling was wired into her DNA. It was inescapable, and yet, something about it bugged her.

Not so much that it slowed her roll though, Lexi continuously munching on that mound with reckless abandon, all the while she tried to keep her mind clear and focused. Lick, lick, slurp, but it doesn't matter. Nothing she did with Ronda mattered, nothing with Nikki mattered. Over and over, she repeated those phrases in her mind, using them as fuel to keep her feeling strong and powerful in light of her submissive behavior.

That tactic proved effective. Two minutes turned into a dozen, which then doubled and before long, Alexa's face had essentially found a new home in Ronda's crotch. Rousey's speech had progressively slurred throughout, becoming more incoherent the longer Lexi's mouth worked its magic. Before long, it became quite obvious that soon, Ronda was going to cum. The only question was, how soon exactly?

Lexi could feel Ronda's pussy quivering between her lips, her bulbous clit pulsating, and as such, she increased the intensity of her performance; making Ronda cum without The Alpha demanding it was a great look! Scrambling, Rousey tried to find the words to demand that her rival stop, but what came out could and was easily passed off as nothing more than unintelligible ramblings, so Bliss continued.

Time was beginning to run short; Ronda knew that if she didn't act fast, Lexi would finish her off with that perfect little mouth. So, with all of her other options extinguished, Ronda did the only thing her rashly-thinking, desperation-filled mind could conjure. Ronda Rousey, legendary MMA badass whose popularity transcended all sports and invaded pop culture itself, tapped out.

Her last ditch was to shove Lexi away, right before she tipped past the breaking point. Ronda didn't literally tap, but her actions were proof that she couldn't hang with a professional like The Goddess; a rare but embarrassing defeat.

Alexa sat kneeled, licking her chops and scraping the excess with her forearm as she asked, "Aww, what's the matter? Was I gonna make you cum too soon?"

Ronda rolled her eyes. Alexa kept poking.

"I was, wasn't I? The great Ronda 'Arouse-me', unable to control herself around little ol' me? I've gotta say, Ronda...not the greatest look."

"Just shut up and fuck my whore," Ronda barked with an undertone of heavy breathing, clearly pissed but still intent on keeping her word; it wasn't really Alexa's fault that Ronda wasn't able to starve off that orgasm. "You're lucky I'm even letting you go first."