Bow Down to the Goddess Ch. 08

Ronda's pumping slowed, a sign that Lexi believed meant her turn was reaching its end. Moments later, her suspicion was confirmed.

"Alright, Bliss, times up! Move along. It's my turn," Ronda proclaimed.

"Aw, come on, I've barely gotten started," Alexa argued. "I'm not done hittin' this yet."

"You're done when I say you're done," Ronda growled, ripping her cock from Becky's mouth, The Man finally able to breathe freely. Naturally, Becks used her renewed respiration to once again flap her gums.

After a few violent coughs, Becky poked, "Ay, Lexi, time's up! Go on, then. Go, and let Mistress Ronnie show ye how a real woman pounds The Man's arse! Pay attention and take some notes. It might help ya be halfway decent."

Neither top gave Becky the time of day. Instead they focused on the metaphysical battle between themselves, their eyes locked like a pair of Western gunslingers. Lexi didn't want to give up those sweet, Irish cheeks just yet, but Ronda didn't want The Goddess overstaying her welcome either; Alexa wasn't the only one who remembered what happened with Charlotte that night. As intent as Bliss was on ensuring a repeat performance, Rousey was taking every precaution to ensure the opposite.

"Step aside, Bliss, before I put you in your place," Ronda threatened. Alexa may have not been looking for a fight, but she definitely wasn't backing down from one, either.

"Wow, that's awfully nice of you, Ronda? Putting me in my place? As the rightful alpha? How generous!" Alexa poked, but quickly backed down afterward, just to show that she wasn't going to be a pushover.

"That mouth's gonna get you in a lot of trouble, Bliss, I'm telling you," Ronda assured as Lexi and herself switched places, Becky adding in, "Ya, watch yer gums, Lexi, or Mistress Ronnie's gonna make ye her new bitch!"

Alexa, in position, promptly forced her cock into Becky's mouth, and ordered, "Shut up and clean all of your disgusting ass juice off my cock, bitch!" Proving that she was all talk, Becky quickly got to work, gleefully scrubbing that dick with her tongue and lips, reveling in the taste of her own asshole.

Rousey took a similar glee in lining her cock up with Becky's bum, her eyes locked with Alexa's as she boldly assured, "Watch and learn, Bliss. I'm about to show you how it's done."

"By all means," Alexa slyly replied, stroking Becky's fiery mane, The Man going to town on her sticky reward for a short session well-received. "Show me how it's done."

Ronda didn't fire back; she didn't have to. Big Time Becks was her Big Time Bitch, not Alexa's and now, it was time to prove it. Bliss wouldn't get the upper hand, not this time. No, Becky was loyal, far more so than Charlotte, and the second Rousey forced her cock inside of that well-trained arsehole, that fact was proved.

The invasion was short and sweet, thanks in no small part to Becks enduring Alexa's brief assault moments beforehand. Mere seconds after entering, Rowdy Ronda had filled Becky with every Rowdy inch, something The Man did not let go unnoticed, spitting out Alexa's cream-covered shaft to declare, "Ah, yes, that's it! That's what The Man wants! Thank ye, Mistress Ronnie! Thank ye fer giving' me bum what it needs! Mmmm, see, Lex! That's how ye stuff a bum! That's how ye-MMMPPFF!!!"

"Yeah, shut up, will ya," Alexa ordered after stuffing Becky's mouth with rubber again. "Yep, just shut up and suck my cock. You've still got plenty of your filthy juices all over it, so quit yapping your trap and get to work."

Bliss got no complaints from Becks; obviously she couldn't speak with all of that cock lodged in her jaw anyway. But again, like most bottoms, getting used from each end was an absolute blessing, something Becky didn't take for granted. So while heckling her Mistress's greatest rival was fun, it wasn't worth sacrificing the feeling of being spitroasted. Becky's words though, did force Alexa to follow a similar path to Ronda, fucking the throat in front of her instead of allowing Lynch to suck her off casually. Which, of course, Becky adored even more.

As Lexi sped things up, so too did Rousey, who began pumping in and out of Becky's bum as if her life depended on it. Slowly at first, using short, powerful thrusts that jolted The Man forward, conveniently allowing her to take even more of Alexa's cock down her narrow windpipe, all for the low, low price of putting her gag reflex through the ringer. Becky's ass cheeks jiggled like a fresh batch of gelatin, and the floor below her became a cesspool for spit that didn't find its way into coating The Goddess's huge rod.

But before long, Ronda matched Alexa, tit-for-tat, speeding up until Becky was truly getting annihilated from each end. When it came to brute force, very few, if any, could duplicate Ronda Rousey, years of judo and MMA training honing her body to its physical peak despite her relatively small stature compared to someone like Charlotte. Ronda was powerful, incredibly powerful even, to the point where once she properly got into her ass fucking rhythm, the sheer force transferring from Ronda to Becky to Alexa, made it incredibly tough for Lexi to stay in place.

Obviously smaller than the other members of her threesome, what Alexa gave up in size she did not get back in brute force. Strength has never been her strong suit when topping and obviously, when faced with a battle of wills against one of WWE's best, Bliss was outmatched. She found not tumbling over difficult, much less staying still. Not to be outdone, Alexa put her whole body into each thrust, but her strength still paled in comparison to Rowdy Ronda. However for Becky, it didn't make much of a difference.

WWE's two greatest tops pounding her from both ends? Pure, unadulterated ecstasy, the kind that could've easily had a lesser-trained bottom begging to cum already. Becky knew better, but that didn't take away from how incredible it felt to be the meat in a super-alpha sandwich, that pleasure swelling inside of her, feeding her mind dopamine by the spoonful. Before long, she was completely delirious, a fact that Ronda took note of, and a fact that she made sure Alexa knew, as well.

"See this, Bliss? Mmm, this is how you butt-fuck a whore of Becky's caliber! She can barely even think straight anymore!" Ronda cackled as she rammed-rodded Becks' bum.

Alexa shook her head. "I loosened her up for you."

"Yeah, sure," Ronda sarcastically agreed. "You're half of the woman I am, Bliss. I'll bet your Horsewomen are creaming their pants thinking about getting the same treatment as Becky! Char, Bayley, let's hear it! Go ahead and tell your Goddess how much you want my alpha cock."

Suddenly, Alexa's heart began to race. Though the prospect was small, almost microscopic, she was fearful that Bayley and Charlotte, her longest-standing and most-loyal subs, would hand out a not-so-satisfactory response, especially since neither of them had been fucked today. Surely, their assholes were quivering from the thought of going one-on-one with Ronda's shaft, but thankfully, their loyalty proved invaluable.

Charlotte was the first to speak, The Queen boldly proclaiming, "Yeah, as if I'd really settle for you when my Goddess, the real alpha of WWE, is right there? Get a grip, Rousey!"

Not to be outdone, Bayley quickly added, "Yeah, we've already had the best. Alexa's cock is second-to-none, and that's why us and so many other girls submitted to her. Compared to our Goddess, you're nothing!"

Talk about a rollercoaster of emotions!

Words from the pathetic and mindless, but words that empowered Alexa beyond belief, like an anime transformation sequence. Hearing her bitches, two-fourths of NXT's famous set of Horsewomen standing proud in the face of adversity made her feel stronger than ever! Naturally, Lexi couldn't help but imagine if things had gone the way they were supposed to, if Sasha could speak out too, and maybe Nikki as well.

A quick glance over to Sasha told the whole story, lust in her eyes directed at her one, true owner, the woman who broke her. The Goddess. She couldn't act on those desires, nor would she, considering the domino effect that would transpire, eventually leading to the reveal of Alexa's anti-serendipitous night with Nikki Cross. But, The Boss couldn't help but feel like she was missing out now that Bliss was in action.

Maybe recency bias strayed her away from Ronda's performance, and without a doubt, Banks would gladly agree to swap places with Becks, regardless of who was inside of ass and pummeling her throat. Alas, it wasn't meant to be. The one known as B The Butt Bitch was relegated to a fate worse than death itself: becoming one of the crowd, an undesired bottom even for this moment, something she couldn't abide and yet, she had no other choice. Though, if Alexa had her way, Sasha wouldn't have to.

In a perfect world, this little impromptu competition would've been Ronda Rousey's final undoing, the exact moment where her empire would begin to crumble, starting with Sasha and spiraling down to the rest of Ronda's ranks. In that perfect world, Becky would've already broken, screaming Alexa's blatant superiority for the world to hear. But that hadn't happened; Lexi hadn't made a single dent in the armor that Ronda constructed around Becky's heart, and so far, it didn't look like things were going to get much better.

Becky was too loyal, Sasha was caught between her heart and her head, and Bayley and Charlotte were little more than a slight morale boost on the sidelines. Alexa was barely keeping up and that was with her absolute best. She needed something to turn the tides in her favor, something to settle the score, now that she was firing on all cylinders. And, as always, Alexa had just the idea in mind.

"You wanna double-bum this whore?" Alexa asked, bringing the speed of her hip movements down considerably.

Ronda shook her head, then added, "Nope. I'm not ready to share this ass yet."

"Well, neither was I, but I still let you have a go," Alexa cheekily responded, before quickly backtracking, "All kidding aside, I think we should really fuck her up! Either of us can do some damage, but together? We can ruin this bitch!"

Ronda stopped and caressed her chin. "Well...I guess it has been a while since I double-stuffed a bitch."

"See? You almost never share, so this will be fun!" Alexa pointed out. "And I'll bet Becky really wants it, too!" She did, but not as much as Alexa, who not only needed Becky's mouth free to ultimately admit that The Goddess was the rightful alpha, but needed the extra cock to help bring Becky to that realization. With two cocks, the pleasure would come from multiple directions, making it difficult for Becks to tell the difference, keeping Bliss on par with Rowdy Ronda.

While Alexa needed it more in theory, Becky's response could've easily had you thinking otherwise.

"Oh God yes! Please double-bum me arse! It's been so long since I've had two cock feckin' me arse at once!" Becky squealed.

"Too long, Ronda," Alexa repeated. "Too long for Becky is 24 hours, and I'll bet it's been far longer than that, hasn't it? This ass was made for multiple dicks, so you're doing a major disservice by keeping it so empty."

"I'll do whatever I please!" Ronda snapped.

"But?" Alexa prodded in a friendly, joking manner.

"But I uh, I suppose some double-anal action wouldn't hurt anyone," Ronda relented, Lexi's face lighting up in the process.

"Awesome!" Bliss shouted. "You really are in a good mood, huh?"

Ronda smugly replied, "I remain a woman of my world. I said we share this bitch, and share we will!" Rousey pulled out, and rose to her feet. All eyes were on her, especially those belonging to the other Horsewomen, hoping to be involved, to be used, in some way, shape, or form. Luckily for Sasha, Bayley, and Charlotte, Rowdy had just the idea in mind.

"You three!" She shouted, in the direction of the depraved NXT Horsewomen. "Get over here and share my cock! Mmmm, no sense in letting all of Becky's ass cream go to waste, is there?"

"Coming Mistress!" All three bitches sounded in unison, pushing and shoving each other out of the way on their way over, the trip dropping to their knees, ready to service the alpha's huge cock, all while Ronda surveyed the landscape.

"Okay, Alexa? You go ahead and get started with Becks, and I'll meet you over there in a sec," Ronda directed, leading Little Miss Bliss to furrow her brow.

"This is an excuse to put me on the bottom of the DP, isn't it?" Alexa asked snarkily; "lesser tops" usually took the bottom of a DP, allowing whatever whore with a cock in her ass to ride the top below her, but only get fucked properly by the top above her. In private, it mattered very little, as Alexa herself had taken either position dozens of times. But in public? It was basically confirming the suspicions everyone already had about Alexa being "inferior" to the Raw Women's Champion.

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't," Ronda coyly skeeted around the question before reminding, "but either way, you don't really have a choice, do you? So, you can either take a seat and let that bitch ride you, or take a hike."

Alexa figured she wouldn't be able to argue herself out of this situation; as the alpha, there was no way Ronda was taking bottom duty. Bliss wasn't ready to end her night or her chances at keeping Becky's butthole, so even though her situation wasn't ideal, it was much better than nothing, and a million times better than what happened the last time Alexa found herself in the same room as Nikki Cross, who thankfully hadn't hardly spoken since her arrival. No surprise, but Alexa wanted her to keep it that way.

What happened between them was history, a one time thing that would never and could never happen again. Just Lexi letting off steam, repaying a favor. Nikki helped Alexa break Sasha, and promised her own ass in return, hoping to turn the tables on the cunt before she could collect. When Alexa subconsciously told herself to play keep-away with her biscuit butt instead of hunting Nikki's, a mistake was made, resulting in another and another and another.

Soon enough, Bliss found herself begging and bargaining and, when all that failed, bending over and spreading those gorgeous cheeks for....nope! Nope, nope, nope! Nothing happened! It was just a dream! Move past it! MOVE PAST IT!

Alexa reverted back to her therapeutic sayings as images of that night flooded her cranium, images of herself bent over, waiting for Nikki to fill her asshole with rubber. Images of that Scottish psychopath laying on top of her, prone-boning her like some kind of...like some kind of bottom? Alexa Bliss was-is(!) no bottom! No, no, not The Goddess of WWE! And yet, as she took her place on the floor, with The Man following closely behind, ready to ride, Alexa felt her asshole quiver with anticipation, as if she was the one, about to be double-stuffed.

Thank Christ that it was a bargain sale, one-time feeling, and the second Becky straddled her, things seemingly returned to normal. That funny feeling disappeared, back into the ether where it came from, and Alexa got back to her regularly scheduled Becky backdoor buggery. Though, that didn't come without the low, low cost of Lynch shooting her mouth off again.

"Haha, Mistress Ronnie really told ya, didn't she, lass? Put ye in yer place again like the feckin' second rate top ya are," Becky poked as she fiddled with Bliss's slimy cock, trying to direct it into her asshole. "I'm glad, Lex, 'cause I'd never feel right with Mistress Ronnie below me! She belongs on top!"

Alexa rolled her eyes, and groaned; dealing with Becky's mouth was practically unbearable! Sure, that mouth would be changing its tune soon enough, but if you're not with it, you're against it, and right now, Becks' mouth was team Ronda. Hopefully, a cock in her ass would help curry a bit of favor.

The Goddess slapped Becky's hand out of the way, and took hold of her shaft, quickly forcing inside The Man's big, beautiful butt without a moment's notice. Becky didn't complain; it had been nearly five minutes since her asshole was filled, and that time was beginning to take a toll on her. However, that massive shaft barreling into her bowels did little to silence her maw.

"Ay! Hurry up and fill me, will ya? The sooner ye done that, the sooner I can get double-bummed like the good feckin' arsehole slut I am!" Becky barked, earning herself a slap for her troubles, a slap that didn't accompany a verbal response from Alexa, but did receive a sly sideye from The Rowdiest one in the room.

Ronda, unlike Alexa, had more holes on the menu, though all of the oral. "Okay, who wants to suck first?" She asked, immediately getting a bevy of "I do's" and "Pick me's", including several outside of the three in question. Charlotte was an obvious selection, being originally broken by Ronda, but it almost seemed too easy and undeserved, considering the ungrateful bitch jumped ship to the first top that came passing by. It couldn't be her. Bayley was far too loyal to Alexa, so she really didn't deserve first treat honors, either.

Sasha, another easy selection. Widely regarded as the most sought-after bottom, not to fuck, but to own. For the longest-time, Sasha was unbreakable, and now, here she was, completely and utterly...broken? Ronda still couldn't wrap her mind around how Nikki might've done it when, quite literally, everyone else had tried and failed. Even Ronda herself had fucked Sasha dozens of times, and the few times she'd done so inside of the locker room, she tried her best to crack that nut. Yet, her underling accomplished what she could not, in solitude, no less? Something was fishy about that.

Ronda wasn't complaining though, far from it. It wasn't like Nikki tried to keep Sasha or use that feat to try and branch out. The Boss was handed over willingly and willfully, giving Ronda ownership over one of the most accomplished wrestlers, and bottoms, in all of WWE. That's power, the kind of power that nobody else could claim to carry, or at least that's what Ronda thought; power that she had had thanks to her right hand woman, Nikki Cross. Which, left Ronda with the perfect selection as to who should suck her cock first.

"Nikki!" Ronda barked, and Cross peeked her head through the crowd. "Come over here and suck my cock!" An audible groan could be heard, the loudest contributors naturally the expected Horsewomen.

Upon arriving, Nikki dropped to her knees and expressed, "Thank you, Mistress," before accepting the alpha's massive length into her mouth and ultimately, her narrow throat. Ronda smiled, nothing wicked but, instead, something a bit more triumphant. She felt incredible with four incredible wrestlers at her disposal, one sucking off her strap-on while the others waited patiently for their turn. Strangely, she crossed eyes with Alexa, her favorite bitch riding The Goddess like a good cowgirl.

Something about...this...felt right. Nikki slobbering all over her cock felt right, but Ronda couldn't explain it. She couldn't, but Nikki or Alexa definitely could, with varying degrees of enthusiasm.

It felt right because it solidified her place at the top of the hierarchy. Just a few weeks ago, Nikki completely wrecked Alexa's asshole and now, here she was, graciously going to town on Ronda's shaft like a little bitch. The balance of power was in favor of The Rowdy One, even if she couldn't pinpoint precisely why.

Alexa, however, was in a similar situation, mostly because despite her failures recently, she felt absolutely bulletproof with Becky consistently impaling herself on that cock. Like nothing could touch her, at least until Ronda joins the party and, subsequently, ruins it. Even though her time was limited, Alexa wasn't keep track of it though, because Ronda had an entire cavalcade of bitches to skull-fuck first; not that she was obligated to, more so that she likely would.