Bow Down to the Goddess Ch. 08

Bliss leapt to her feet, standing a measly five rulers high but in the moment, feeling as large and in charge as The Big Show. In fact, Alexa hadn't felt this confident since the night she broke Sasha Banks, the supposedly unbreakable switch. Yeah, The Goddess was walking on cloud-nine now, and things were only going to get better from here, with Becky's deliciously fuckable asshole on the menu.

Alexa glided over to her bag and rifled through as she asked, "Oh, I'm going first? How generous!" Lexi snicker as she revealed a rather large dildo with matching harness that quickly found itself around her waist

Now fully equipped, Alexa trotted over to The Man and asked, "So, Ronda...what kind of leash are you giving me here?"

"A short one, right around your neck if you keep asking so many fucking questions!" The Rowdy One snapped, and Bliss quickly backtracked.

"No, no, honestly. I wanna know how far I can go with Becky. Seriously, I don't wanna overstep my place." She absolutely did. If things went right, Alexa wanted this encounter to mirror the night she stole Charlotte from Ronda.

"I think some would say you trying to sneak around and bum my bitches behind my back is you stepping out of place," Ronda argued, but quickly digressed. "But, I'm here now, and if I see something I don't like, then I'll shut that shit down without exception. So, you be the judge."

Bliss nodded, not frightened or startled but assured. "Well, personally, I don't think I'm out of line when I say that one of these Horsewomen fucks should prep Becky's asshole before I- I mean we, begin." A trio of eye pairs belonging to Sasha, Bayley, and Charlotte all lit up. Ronda though, didn't seem as delighted.

"She doesn't need it! Becky, get into position and show this wannabe how I keep you in line!" Ronda's words echoed throughout Becky's mind, Becks almost immediately dropping to her knees, turning around, and peeling her form-fitting workout shorts off to reveal that perfect arse and, more importantly, the fact that the hole within was plugged shut. Becky even spread her ass cheeks apart too, just to really give the onlookers the best view possible.

"Plugged, at all times. I don't know how you lower-tier tops do things, but I keep 'em full, whether they're plugged with metal or with my cock." Ronda explained, but Alexa didn't respond. She didn't need to, it wasn't news to her. So, instead of offering a verbal rebuttal, she simply snapped her fingers, and Charlotte and Bayley got to work mirroring their fellow Horsewoman's actions.

Same position, same motions, with the only difference being that Alexa's bitches had already changed into their ring gear and, of course, that they both wore their trademark collars, each proudly stating the name that Alexa had given them; "8" for Bayley and "9" for Charlotte. Another difference presented itself in the form of the buttplugs at use, Becky's a generic, $20 nothing and Bayley and Charlotte's personalized, just like their collars.

"Oh, whatever!" Ronda shrugged off. "I don't care about these bitches enough to drop hundreds of dollars on special buttplugs when a regular one gets the job done just fine. And, unlike you, I don't have any weaknesses to compensate for."

"Says the one who was about to cum prematurely," Alexa quipped underneath her breath.

"What was that?!"

"Oh nothing!" Alexa quickly changed the subject. "So, are we prepping this bitch or not? She doesn't need it, but I think it would be fun to watch the other Horsewomen fight over who gets to do it?"

"That would be fun," Ronda admitted. "But I think it'd be more fun if you got this fucking show on the road. If you want someone to prep that bitch, then hurry up and pick, already!"

Well, it was pretty clear how Ronda felt. Nevertheless, Lexi was pretty determined to loosen Becky up as much as possible; when she took that ass, Alexa was intent on making it hers.

"Sasha?" Alexa called out and Banks, not used to hearing her proper name leave The Goddess's...her Goddess's mouth, didn't notice. "Sasha, why don't you lick Becky's ass? And make it snappy, too!"

Ronda added, "Get going, whore!"

Sasha quickly scurried into position, kneeling just behind the woman she considered to be one of her greatest rivals. The Legit Boss made an event out of Becky's buttplug removal, as most bottoms usually did, slowly pulling it out, watching as that sphincter stretched and stretched to allow the bulk of the plug to exit. Once it had, Sasha was quick to perform another bottom trademark: stuffing the plug right into her mouth!

"How's it taste?" Alexa asked her former bitch.

"Delicious!" Sasha gleefully replied with a mouthful of metal as Charlotte and Bayley, her fellow Horsewomen, looked on in a mixture of disgust and jealousy. It was obvious why Sasha had been selected; it was their Goddess cashing in on what would now become a rare opportunity to order The Boss around, a woman she broke, but that fact nobody knew.

A stern look from Ronda told B the butt bitch that it was time to begin; Rowdy was clearly impatient, definitely not keen on waiting longer than she had to. So, Sasha spit the buttplug out, and got to work spreading Becky Lynch's meaty ass cheeks apart, The Man's little sphincter winking tantalizingly, beckoning the "Boss-town", Massachusetts native to take her on an oral extravaganza. Sasha did just that.

The Boss leaned in, her tongue outstretched, and pressed the slippery little muscle against that wrinkly opening. Becky's hole engulfed her tongue in its warmth, a feeling so euphoric that it only fell second to the taste that laid within. That sweet, sweet cream, freshly-baked in The Lass-kicker's keister; off the plug, that gooey substance tasted fantastic, but from the source, it was a downright religious experience.

Perhaps that was because Becky was always so arrogant? After all, what kind of bottom had the audacity to call herself The Man? And sure, on the surface, that was mostly an act for all of her adoring fans. But in reality, The Man, the take-no-shit badass was who Becky Lynch pretended to be in day-to-day life, outside of the various daily obligations Ronda afforded her.

Becky's ego had become so overblown, and maybe that's why her asshole tasted that much sweeter? Or, maybe it was because this was the first time Sasha had really gotten to enjoy it. In the past, Banks had to lie to herself, convince herself that she wasn't a natural-born bottom, and that even though she loved the taste of other women's assholes, it was empowering, not humiliating.

That was then though, before Alexa broke her good and proper, and even though it was a shame that she couldn't be with her Goddess anymore, Ronda was a fine substitute. Rousey was far more powerful, for starters, and more intimidating too, which made Sasha feel even more pathetic and, in turn, aroused.

Then, of course, there was Ronda's conditioning. All of that intense, vigorous MMA training had toned her body, molding and cutting her body into the perfect physical form. That training also brought her stamina, her ability to go round after round to near superhuman levels, which paired amazingly with Sash's ability rounds upon rounds of cock inside of her ridiculously slutty asshole. Needless to say, there were times that The Boss missed her dear Goddess but they were few and far between.

All in all, her new life with Mistress Ronda, the undisputed alpha was pretty great. Rousey was a beast in the sheets, and wasn't as restrictive as Alexa either, which meant that Sasha had spent many an occasion with Rowdy's right hand or, in other words, the woman who helped break her.

Nikki Cross had been all up in that ass, just like Sasha's tongue inside of Becky's, and it wasn't a problem! Ronda didn't care because Nikki knew her place, and wouldn't dare overstep. The ability to be fucked anywhere, anytime without the overwhelming need to service her mistress was nice, a freedom Sasha never expected to have as a full-time bottom. Completely welcomed.

What wasn't welcomed though, was the abrupt end to her oral love affair with The Man's brown eye. Out of nowhere came Alexa, Randy Orton-esque, shoving The Legit Boss aside like yesterday's trash. "Outta the way, bitch! That'll do!"

"Hey, watch where you're putting your hands, Bliss! I didn't give you permission to touch Sasha," Ronda barked, and Lexi raised her hand in defense. Oh, the irony; just a few weeks ago, and Alexa couldn't keep her hands off of B the butt slut.

"My mistake," Lexi offered, shrugging her shoulders before spitting into her hand and, subsequently, applying that spit to her cock.

"Yeah, you sure make a lot of them, don't you?" Ronnie replied, looking even more agitated than ever.

Alexa, not trying to cross the line but also standing up for herself, argued, "Well, I did ask what I could get away with and you told me 'move along'?"

"Yeah, well I also said that if I wasn't in such a good fucking mood, that you'd already be bent over for trying to sneak around behind my back! So, maybe, walk the thin line a bit closer, huh?" Ronda's argument was weak; she wanted to impose her will but, now that Alexa was more comfortable, she wasn't budging. But, The Goddess also wasn't looking for a fight.

"Alright, no worries," Alexa assured. "I'll keep my hands off the merchandise that's not on the menu. These other hoes are better suited as spectators anyway. The Four Horsewomen, all together again? That's kinda special, don't you think, Ronda?"

Ronda nodded in agreement.

Alexa grinned, "You like the sound of that, Becky? Your bezzie mates watching you get your ass wrecked by the two strongest women in WWE?"

"Just hurry up and get yer tern over with! I want Mistress Ronnie to feck me arse!" Becky proudly proclaimed, a bold statement that quickly earned her a harsh spanking on her bare ass as punishment.

"That's not what I fucking asked you, slut!" Lexi barked, spanking that ass again, The Bex-Sploder squealing delightfully. Ronda looked cross, but Becky's ass was on the table, "no limits", so there wasn't anything she could do. "But whatever! Go ahead and spread those fat Irish cheeks, bitch! It's been too long since I fucked this ass, so if you're ready, then I'm ready!"

Becky didn't hesitate. Alexa wasn't her Mistress, but a cock's a cock, and her ass desperately needed to be fucked. It also didn't help that those spanks really turned her on, making her overly submissive flag fly on its own. Alexa didn't hesitate either, skillfully attaching one hand to Lynch's hips and using the other to guide that cock, and press it against her quivering butthole.

The Man's anal ring expanded slowly, a surprising fact that Alexa completely ignored. After a few seconds of gradual augmentation, Bliss forced her head inside Becky's rectum, and far more followed from there. Becks squirmed as Alexa roughly filled her pipe, inch after inch disappearing into the void; considering the hole in question, it didn't take long before Little Miss Bliss had nothing left to give.

Becky's slutty arsehole quickly gobbled up all twelve inches of Alexa's rubber cock, with room to spare. It was an easy feat for such an accomplished whore, but the job was far from finished. In fact, things had only just begun.

Ronda and the other Horsewomen watched intently as Alexa retracted her hips before delivering the goods not long after. Her juicy thighs slammed into Becky's fat cheeks with aplomb, clapping so gorgeously that even Ronda's stone face cracked a bit.

Becky squealed like a pig as she was violated, the rough, rugged nature of Bliss's strokes providing a surprising amount of pain for an asshole with as many miles as The Man's. It was obvious that Lexi wasn't holding back, not even for a moment, for her performance needed to be at its peak. She couldn't falter; she needed to provide Becky a railing that she wouldn't soon forget, one that would have the Irish whore screaming her name even after Ronda's turn was over.

The pain that Becks felt though, it wasn't inherently bad, it honestly mixed quite well with intense sensation surrounding her bumhole, a feeling that started life as a small, interesting inkling and quickly developed into a sublime phenomena. As the rippling of her tan cheeks continued, Becky slipped further and further into her zone; Alexa's cock started to feel better and better, a huge no-no, especially with Mistress Ronnie watching.

To Becky, Ronda was everything. The one who finally sapped her of delusion, the one who gave her life meaning. She may have been trending upward in terms of popularity, but that rarely lasts. Pro wrestling fans are fickle, and can easily derail the momentum that they helped create. Luckily though, no matter how everything turned out, Ronda would be there, ready to fuck her ass.

Becky had to stay strong, she needed to spaff Alexa's might, to keep Mistress Ronnie happy. So, she took the best measure she could, by doing what so many fans adored her for: running her mouth. "Ay, as that all ye got, lass?" Becky huffed, the sheer force of that cock making her voice crack. "Yer gonna...gonna have to do a lot better than that if ye wanna try ta be like Mistress Ronnie."

Alexa rolled her eyes, while Ronda, for the first time, actually looked reasonably amused. Wanting to stay focused on her performance, Alexa ignored those erroneous, but Becky had a performance of her own, and was intent on continuing it.

"Ye got nothin', Bliss!" Becky boldly proclaimed in-between moans. "Hear me? Nothin'! Just hand over The Man's bum to the only real woman in the room, why don'tcha?" This time, a simple eye roll wasn't enough to represent The Goddess's fury. Instead, she gritted her teeth and amped up the pressure.

The force hammering into Becky's asshole doubled instantaneously, an audible gasp forcing its way out of the inaugural SmackDown Women's Champion's mouth; little Lexi really packed a punch when she wanted to. Right now, it was all or nothing, either look like a super-stud next to the alpha, or an overrated little bitch. After everything she's endured, with Nikki and her mind games, Alexa needed a win, a big one, if she was ever going to take that alpha spot for herself. And what better than exactly what brought her to the dance in the first place?

The night where Charlotte became hers. When she upstaged The Rowdy One, a feat that no average top could dream of achieving, and no same person would think of repeating. Call her crazy, motivated or otherwise, but Alexa was determined to swoop in and steal another Horsewoman right out from under Ronda.

If anyone could do it, then someone named "The Goddess" certainly seemed like a contender, right? Alexa was feeling much better than she had in weeks, and she only felt more powerful, more confident the longer she spent buried deep within those Irish bowels, even despite Becky's greatest efforts to throw Bliss off of her game.

"Ay, not much of a Goddess, eh?" Becky cockily asked, her voice strained from boundless pleasure consuming her but still, that trademark Becky Lynch arrogance persisted. "Not...not much of anythin'! Yer lucky The Man doesn't come 'round anymore, lass! I'd have ye bent over, beggin' fer a poundin'! Ha, me and Ronnie both would have ye!"

"Why don't you shut the fuck up and take my cock like a good girl?" Alexa barked, naturally earning her a bit of sass from The Lass.

"I don't take orders from the likes of ye! Only Mistress Ronnie! Yer nothin' for-MMMMPPFFFF!!"

Just like that, the mighty Irish warrior was silenced by The Alpha's strap-on cock invading her mouth. "Jesus, just shut up already! You know how this works, so when your pathetic fuckhole is turned over, you obey!" Ronda's powerful words resonated deeply within Becky, who spit out the cock out of obligation to answer, "Okay, Mistress Ronnie," which subsequently earned her a smack, and a second oral invasion.

"Sorry, Bliss. This bitch is still a little mouthy. No matter how much I train her, she never seems to learn her manners," Ronda explained as she began lightly pumping into Becks' mouth. Alexa grinned; a task that the all-powerful alpha was too weak to perform? Intriguing.

"No worries," Alexa assured. After all, Rousey's failure only made her look better. "But uh, I thought this was my turn?"

"It is," Ronda clarified. "We're taking turns with Becky. It's your turn with her asshole, for now. But she's got more holes for use, so I figured I'd put her mouth to work." Rousey gripped Becky's skull tightly, her hands swarmed by bright orange as she used the leverage to fuck The Man's throat even harder; naturally, Becky took it in stride.

Slobber poured from the small crevices on both sides of her mouth, and that was well before she began coughing and hacking. Yet still, her fire burned. Mercy wasn't necessary; Becky knew that her body was built to be used, and this was far from the first time Mistress Ronnie had put her throat to work. Gag reflex be damned, Becky had a job and she was intent on fulfilling it.

Alexa's cock barreling in and out of her asshole made that job a whole lot easier, the rampaging rubber schlong keeping both her bumhole, but also her mouth, wide open. Becky's jaw hadn't moved, not since Ronda invaded her mouth, the thrill of being spitroasted enough to make any worthless bottom swoon, much less one of the most depraved, filthy whores in all of WWE.

Becky's history with bottoming is a harrowing one, a tale bound not with twists and turns, but failure and delusion. In NXT, Big Time Becks was, for all intents and purposes, a fuckhole for the Horsewomen to use. Charlotte, Sasha, Hell even Bayley, all ranked higher than her. Yet, no matter how many times Becky dropped to her knees, her confidence never faltered. She still felt like The Lasskicker.

When she rose the ranks of NXT, nothing changed. When she debuted on the main roster alongside Charlotte and Sasha, nothing changed. When she won the SmackDown Women's title, nothing changed. The only change came in the form of Becky's delusions growing thinner, eventually disappearing completely. Eventually, celebrating a win meant getting fucked in the ass, not the typical other way around, Becky gladly and willingly bending over all while boasting that same level crass confidence. All of that, of course, stayed consist until SummerSlam 2018, otherwise known as the night that everything changed for Becky Lynch.

That night, Becky finally had enough. She finally decided that being a worthless bottom wasn't sufficient, and took a stand against Charlotte Flair, whom she failed to defeat alongside Carmella in a three-way to win the title. That stand quickly led to Becky being put in her place, with Charlotte pounding her asshole into oblivion in front of the whole locker room. Becky may have caught lightning-in-a-bottle that night, but backstage, her fate was sealed.

Shortly after, Charlotte was broken by Ronda, subsequently leaving Becky to beg and plead for a spot alongside her friend underneath Rowdy's tree. But it wasn't that easy, Becky was forced to serve for months to prove her loyalty before being properly initiated, no doubt a side effect of Alexa's sniping of The Queen mere days after she was broken. Ever since, Mistress Ronnie had been Lynch's sole reason for being.

Becky's current position as a multi-purpose Fleshlight was her bread and butter beyond that night. Ronnie was fairly liberal with her; even though Becky was her favorite, she was one of many sluts available for use at a moment's notice. Ronda also hated sharing, usually only doing so out of obligation or during the rare good mood like tonight.

With a cock hammering her from both ends, Becky was absolutely in heaven. The completely useless, hopeless feeling felt absolutely amazing, but Becks knew that things could only go up from here. That sooner or later, Mistress Ronnie, her all-powerful owner, would get tired of tuning up the front, and take The Man's arse for a spin and, luckily for Becks, she didn't have to wait much longer.