Bow Down to the Goddess Ch. 09

As the reigning alpha female of the WWE, Ronda Rousey was the undisputed champion, the strongest in the company, in more ways than one. So why? Why would she reduce herself to...forming alliances? Partnerships with...oh no...OH GOD, not her!

Nobody, not a single soul, was willing to put their egos aside to align with The Fabulous One, Carmella, WWE's most money of mistresses, and a single look down at her, rubbing her face against her favorite fuckhole's ass cheek was evidence why.

"Oh, ASSuka, I promise, Mama Mella's never leaving this butthole again! You don't have to worry, okay, baby? I'll never, ever leave this beautiful fuckin' butt empty again!" Carmella passionately assured, baby voicing her way through that verbal performance in between rubbing those cheeks like a cat in heat and smooching them, her full lips planting dozens of kisses on the round Japanese ass of the once-mighty and formerly-unbeatable Empress of Tomorrow, Asuka.

Asuka blushed, keeping her face out of sight; times like these made Asuka wish she still wore her face paint from her days on the Japanese indie-circuit. She kept her face hidden, but what she couldn't help was the way her body reacted to Mella's words and her sinister touch. That deadly pair did things to her that she hated with a venomous passion, almost as much as Ronda Rousey hated watching Carmella gush over that overrated fuckhole.

Ronda rolled her eyes, still wondering how she managed to stoop so low that she actually asked The Princess of Staten Island, of all people, for help. Obviously she knew why: Alexa Bliss. The outlier in this whole affair, the woman she'd gifted Sasha Banks and Becky Lynch, two of her favorite bitches in the biggest bet in WWE history. At WrestleMania, Ronda had a three-way, also featuring Becky and Charlotte Flair, two bitches belonging to The Goddess. If she lost, Rowdy would be giving up her ass. But if she wins, she'll finally be able to wreck that perfect little biscuit butt, and put that uppity bitch in her place!

Ronda was pretty sure that she'd win no matter what. But, a little insurance policy never hurt anyone, which was why Ronda turned to the only top who wouldn't dare cross her in the long run. Because, at the end of the day, all Carmella really wanted was another run with ASS... I mean...Asuka's fat ass. She may not have liked Carmella, as annoying and verbose as she is, but nobody was worse than Bliss. So, stomaching The Staten Island Stunner was a small price to pay, especially now, as she looked down at her waist and saw not one, but two world championships.

Joining her Raw Women's Championship was now the SmackDown belt, freshly-won off of Asuka earlier in the night. And to think, all Ronda had to do was bet Mella's ass to get a title shot! Asuka easily gave it up, hoping to put The Fabulous One and her FABULOUS ass in her place! Little did she know, it was a complete and total set-up, leading to a loss that, eventually, funneled into her current situation: bent over, with the most annoying person on the payroll endlessly gushing about how "in love" she was with her ass.

Carmella didn't just love ASSuka's namesake. No, quite literally, she was in love with that ass. Like, she would get married to that butt, if it were legal. She just loved it so much, no doubt a result of the dozens of times she fucked it last summer, when she was the SmackDown Women's Champion. Asuka's ass, for a while, was Carmella's property. But, sure, take a little time off and boom, that dumb bitch tried to act like nothing ever happened!

Typical top behavior, pretending that they're not a used-up fuckhole but, whatever the case, Carmella gladly accepted when Ronda came forward with the plan to team up, Mella receiving Asuka's ass on a silver platter in exchange for her services which, truthfully, was the only reward she needed. Getting her true love back was more than enough. Something she was willing to sacrifice for. A sacrifice was made too, albeit what Carmella considered the smallest of casualties in the form of Paige, current SmackDown GM but former Divas Champ and alpha female, who now sat below Ronda, bent over, just like her former owner Asuka.

Paige's history was a long one, riddled with a few successes and hundreds upon thousands of failures in her near-decade long WWE career. Bursting onto the scene younger than anyone else, The Anti-Diva took the world and the locker room by storm, capturing hearts and fucking assholes everywhere she went. But, sometimes, all it takes is one to send a powerful top crashing down to reality.

That's exactly what happened to Paige, who after experiencing a whirlwind of success early on, lost her anal cherry and her belt to AJ Lee in the same night. She wasn't broken, but that first butt fucking secretly had The Glampire craving more, and after a run-in with The Bellas, she was officially bitchmade.

Paige spent the next several years as exclusive property, first to Nikki and Brie, then Charlotte, once the twins' careers fizzled out. It was under The Queen that Paige really entered what she considered her bottoming prime. Getting bummed by her was truly her passion in life but, sadly, it's true what they say. Good times don't last.

After several years, Charlotte too, was broken. Her Queen, her reason for being, turned into another anal whore? It was a travesty! But, it couldn't be helped, Paige's only response being to become a cock depository for every top in the WWE until, finally being claimed once again, this time by the woman currently bent over to her left.

Asuka, once considered to be the surest of "sure things" when it came to being the alpha and, in her own mind, she still was. The Empress was, for the longest time, unbeatable, and to Paige, the only solace her worthless fuckhole could find. And honestly, the first few months were great. But, it wasn't long before everything changed.

Empress Asuka made the grave mistake of setting her sights on The Money Mistress, the reigning-SmackDown Women's Champion at the time, looking to rebound after suffering a humiliating defeat to Charlotte at her first WrestleMania. That first loss to Flair came with Asuka egotistically betting her virgin asshole, a wager she now regretted not because she'd live to enjoy that initial experience, but because it made her subsequent second, third, fourth, fifth and who knows how many with Carmella, that much easier to stomach.

Asuka failed to capture her first main roster title in two matches against The Princess of Staten Island and, as a result, lost her ass both times. Shameful to think about, and humiliating in the moment, but far worse were their future sessions together, when Asuka didn't have to give her asshole up, but did so willingly, albeit in the solitude of Carmella's hotel room. Nobody knew who she secretly was, what she secretly was. Just Carmella and herself...and Paige.

Paige was the odd woman out in all of this. Asuka was obviously a poser, a wannabe, an ass-and-skull-kicking super "top" with a big, round bottom, just begging for huge cocks to stuff it to the brim. Yeah, just like Paige, but The Glampire needed a real top, dammit! Someone who could give her pale, British crumpets the type of bummin' they deserved! And while ASSuka wasn't "it" for obvious reasons, Carmella wasn't, either. She'd spent some time with The Fabulous Diva and honestly, while Carmella was a good fuck, she wasn't Paige's cup of tea.

Mella was too...much? Paige wasn't sure how to put it. Very "tell", not enough "show". The fact that Carmella had no desire to ever become the alpha is probably what killed it for Paige, and why, as she looked up at her new owner, her mind and asshole finally felt at peace.

Ronda was exactly what she was looking for, but had been out of reach since, throughout Rowdy's tenure, she'd been an exclusive headliner on Raw, while Paige had been managing the blue brand. Conflicting schedules but, now that it was official and not just some iffy pipe dream, Paige would make time. Anything to serve a real mistress for a change.

That real mistress, "Rowdy" Ronda Rousey looked down at her temporary partner-in-crime with utter disgust. "Don't you have any shame?" She asked, shaking her head. "Save that sissy, sappy love shit for the bedroom! This is my private dressing room, where holes get fucking wrecked!"

"Well excuse me!" Mella sarcastically remarked, briefly pulling her face away from that gorgeous butt cheek to quip, "A little advice, Ronda: find something to love as much as I love ASSuka's big, fat ass! I promise, you'll be a lot happier!"

Asuka groaned, Paige snickered, and Ronda, as per usual, allowed her temper to flare up.

"Do I look like I need your fucking advice?"

"No, but you needed my help," Carmella reminded, deciding that now was a perfect time to start groping that big butt, if even for a few moments, her claws digging deeping to Asuka's porcelain ass meat.

"Don't get it twisted. I never needed your help. I came to you because I don't want any mistakes, and you're the only person that won't try and come for my spot."

"Because this, right here..." Mella began, pointing to one of Asuka's butt cheeks as she aggressively fondled the other, "This is all I care about. I'm in it for the ride! What can I say? I'm lovestruck!"

"I'd say you're lovesick," Ronda chirped, catching the ire of SmackDown's Money Mistress.

"Is it sick to love an ass more than life itself? Because if it is, then take me to the fuckin' morgue right now! Ain't that right, ASSuka? We're in love, huh, baby? Your ass and my cock? I'm breaking you tonight whether you admit it or not, but you might as well cut out the middleman and tell Mama Mella she wants to hear! Who knows, I might even cut out the middleman myself, and give your the hardest butt-fucking of your life, straight from the get go!"

A slap to that fat ass accompanied Carmella's words but, unfortunately, Asuka wasn't playing ball. In her eyes, she was still very much The Empress, the warrior who conquered Japan and NXT like it was nothing, a mindset that fueled her following response.

"Please, leave me alone," Asuka replied, putting her limited English skills to the test. She likely meant to say something along the lines, "Just get this over with," but it couldn't be helped. In any case, whether it be her intended phrase or the words that actually came out of her mouth, neither made Asuka look like that "Empress of Tomorrow" that she still strived to be. They made her look weak or, in other words, they were an accurate depiction of the woman Carmella was having her way with.

"Leave you alone? Good one! That's the best fucking joke I've heard all week! Ain't that right, Rowdy?"

"Yeah, a real knee-slapper!" Ronda agreed, lightening the tense atmosphere as the pair of tops both laughed at the prospect of Asuka walking out of the locker room in any state except completely destroyed. "Yeah Asuka, we'll leave you alone, just as soon as Paige tops me!"

Seeing the perfect opportunity to jump in, Paige stated, "We know that'll nevah happen, love! Just embrace it, Asuka! Bein' a bottom is the greatest thing us weaker girls can ever hope to achieve in life. It's all we got goin', really."

Asuka snapped, spewing out Japanese obscenities, a far better representation of the woman she thought she was. Naturally though, it meant little when nobody could understand her. So, she collected her thoughts, and simplified her aggressive speech into one English phrase, "I'm not weak!"

The other girls laughed.

"Oh, watch out, Ronda, ASSuka's gonna take your alpha spot," Carmella joked, rubbing her face against Asuka's butt again, the most soothing feeling in the universe for The Princess, and the most embarrassing for The Empress.

"Yeah, I know, she's really tough," Ronda agreed sarcastically. "I'd be super worried, if she wasn't already as good as broken."

"You havin' a laugh, Mistress? 'Ell, she's already broken!" Paige added. "I seen 'er with Mella. I seen what she's done! She's as broke as me, she just won't admit it!"

"I'm sorry, did I give you permission to speak?" Ronda asked her newest bitch, a solid acquisition after handing over Becky and Sasha to Alexa after their last encounter. At the very least, Paige shared some similarities with Becky, with her fat ass and silly accent. Nothing could replace the thrill of topping The Man, WWE's hottest act, but Paige was a suitable substitute until WrestleMania.

"No, ma'am," Paige admitted with a smile.

"So, what? You just like running that stupid mouth of yours?" Ronda asked, shrugging her shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Paige ignored, slyly smiling as she suggested, "Maybe you should punish me for bein' such a bad girl?"

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Ronda asked redundantly."

Paige bluntly responded, "Very much so, yes. Please, fuckin' abuse me."

Ronda couldn't help but grin. She turned to her left, Carmella in her sights, and asked, "Are you gonna be a while?" Based on how long Mella had already been tenderly embracing Asuka's ravishing rump, you'd think her answer would imply a finale in the near future. Right?

"I don't know, Rowdy?" Carmella began, dropping down a dozen more kisses to each butt cheek before finishing, "Does it look like I'm gonna be a while?"

Ronda groaned and, as always, Carmella comfortably returned to her favorite position, her face pressed against Asuka's bare butt. This time though, Mella found her face between those cheeks shortly after, switching between sadistically taking in the scent, and squishing the pair of mounds together, making a sandwich with her fabulous face as the meat, and Asuka's big bum as the bread.

Carmella was obviously busy, and she'd likely be so for quite some time, leaving Ronda plenty of unused payroll to teach her newest bitch some manners. She knew that it had been quite some time since Paige had a proper mistress, and, naturally, she'd never had one as inherently powerful as Ronda anyway. Nope, and now, it was time to learn, and who better to teach the little British bitch than the alpha, herself?

Paige, who'd foolishly brought herself to a kneeling position, looked up lovingly at her new Mistress, that new Mistress looking back with nothing but pure desire. The desire to put a weak ass bitch in her place, the one thing Rowdy loved more than fucking Becky's juicy booty. And speaking of juicy booties, Ronda had just the idea in mind for Paige's.

Ronda reached forward, seizing a handful of The Anti-Diva's jet black hair, using it to pull her back into place, bent over, her ass facing outwards. "Alright BritBrat, who gave you fucking permission to look at me, huh? I thought we said we wanted you and Asuka to stay bent over? I know damn well I didn't tell you to move!"

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Paige aggressively apologized, wincing in pain but smiling on the inside; this was the exact kind of treatment she was hoping for, and Ronda's next move only made the former Divas Champ even giddier.

With her new pet back in place, Ronda trotted over to the corner of her private dressing room, where a small selection of supplies were situated, among them a pair of folding chairs. Rousey took one and returned, setting the chair near the action at hand and taking a seat.

"I suppose you are sorry. Honestly, I can't really blame you for being incredibly useless. But, that's something I'm about to nip right in the bud," Ronda explained as she motioned for Paige to lay across her lap, the beautiful Brit's eye lighting up and her heart starting to pump with excitement. God, it had been so long since someone strong spanked her fat ass; it was a feeling she'd sorely missed.

"You're goin' to spank my arse, aren't ya, Mistress?" Paige asked as she rose to her feet, Ronda taking exception to that question by lunging forward and forcefully pulling the pale princess into her lap, keeping her at bay with a single hand.

"What did I say about asking questions, whore?" Ronda asked, cocking her hand back, waiting for Paige to answer, hopefully incorrectly.

"You said- OWW!"

Not the answer Ronda was looking for and, as a result, her hand roughly collided with that juicy, jiggly booty, a single smack leaving an ever-so-noticeable mark on that porcelain skin. Honestly, Paige was so pale, so devoid of color that just about anything stuck out like a sore thumb when gracing her pristine flesh. Which, obviously, made her the perfect spanking target.

Well that, and just how fucking delectable her butt was! God, it was just so gorgeously shaped, not huge by any means but that bum had more than enough meat on it to jiggle ecstatically from even the slightest touch. Truly a work of art, only topped off by her pale, white skin, and they way it immediately turned to an incredibly cute bright pink as soon as Ronda's hand came in contact with it.

"What do you say, BritBrat?" Rousey asked, using her right hand to stroke the goth girl's dark hair as her left groped that juicy bum.

"Thanks, Mistress," Paige weakly confessed, almost purposefully shortchanging her response to leave Ronda no choice but to spank her again.

Ronda put all of her might into the second, her hand ricocheting off that butt so hard, it nearly came crashing down a third time by accident. Paige squealed delightfully, pretending to be in pain to make her new mistress happy, but absolutely loving every second of her mistreatment.

"That's all ya got? 'Thanks'? The fuck do I look like, a waitress?" Ronda asked, brutally smacking that astounding arse again, the sound echoing throughout Ronda's quarters, only accompanied by Asuka's pathetic whimpers, and the soft, loving whispers Carmella couldn't help but omit so close to her one, true love.

"S-Sorry, ma'am!" Paige offered, but quickly errata'd. "Really, I am! Promise! But, ya know, I haven't had a real mistress in a long while. Someone to really punish ma bum like it deserves? So maybe, if ya keep hittin' it, you'll spank some sense into me?"

"You're just asking for trouble, aren't you?" Ronda growled, smacking her property once more.

"M-Maybe?" Paige coyly replied, only further enraging her new mistress. Ronda already wasn't holding back but now? Paige's big, perfectly plump peach wasn't getting a second of recovery time. You mess with the bull, and you get the horns.

Several strikes were sent down, a few for each juicy cheek. Paige squirmed in Ronda's lap as her arse was assaulted, but Rousey kept her bitch from getting too rowdy, naturally by spanking that fat ass even more. When Ronda's involved, disrespectful bitches always get put in their place; she gave Paige's pale posterior her best until the woman she'd very recently dubbed "BritBrat" got the message. It was all time well spent, and not just because very soon, Alexa's biscuit butt would need the very same treatment.

Carmella was taking her sweet time with Asuka's ass, as well. They'd agreed that this would be a team-building exercise of sorts, something to bring some heat to their alliance before setting their sights on The Goddess. But, as expected, Mella was way too full of herself and way too involved in her own business for this to feel like a group activity. Nope, this was clearly a love story starring Mella and The Empress's impressive, tasty tush.

Thankfully, at the very least, Mella had evolved her performance past just sniffing, caressing, and rubbing her face into those cheeks, and into the realm of rim. Indeed, Money Mella had finally put her tongue to use, licking, lathering, and slurping that bumhole in an act more closely resembling passionate love-making than to prepare that asshole to be fucked. But, in a way, such an act was fitting, considering the parties involved?

"Mmmm, God, ASSuka, you're butthole just tastes soooo good! I know I promised to let you go if you don't 'break' this time, but I don't know. I think I might have to keep you," Mella joked after pulling her tongue out of that butt briefly, just to get a firsthand look at her work.