Bow Down to the Goddess Ch. 09

Asuka growled, and bellowed, "Sonotame ni anata o koroshimasu, meinu," a phrase that roughly translates to, "I'll kill you for that, bitch." Of course, Money Mella had no idea what her precious ASSuka was talking about, and naturally assumed they were words of care and gratitude.

"Oh, you're welcome, baby," Mella assured, groping her favorite ass in the entire world. "And don't worry, I was just joking, anyway. I mean, you're basically already broken anyway! A light breeze could knock you down!"

"You wait and see," Asuka threatened. "Anata no o shiri wa watashi no mono ni narimasu!"

Mella giggled, "ASSuka stop, you're making me blush!"

"Your ass will be mine!" Asuka snapped back, even more powerfully than before. She wasn't going to be pushed around, even if Mella had absolutely no right to fear the fallen Empress. After all, everything Fabu-Mella said happened between them did happen. It was all true, down to every last ass fucking, and over time, Asuka regrettably learned to love the feeling of Carmella's cock in her ass.

"No, no, that's not how this game works. It's YOUR ass and MY cock, baby. It doesn't make sense the other way around!"

"You will see! I am ASUKA! THE EMPRESS! I WILL...ohh..."

Asuka fiery words, set ablaze by Mella's ignorance, were quickly put out, washed away by the wetness of Carmella's tongue once again pressed against her asshole. So soft, so sensual, the opposite of everything Asuka knew about bottoming, everything she did to her bottoms. Everything that Carmella was not.

That is, of course, not to say that Carmella couldn't be rough or brutal, just that it really wasn't her style, which was a major reason why a slutty, broken bottom like Paige didn't find her a suitable owner. Mella liked to do things her way, much to the chagrin of those around her. She was different, for sure; when it came to The Fabulous One, attention to detail was the name of the game.

Where other tops wouldn't take their time rimming Asuka's hole, savoring her sweet, Japanese flavor or making sure to coat every inch of that anal cavity in her slippery juices, Carmella did. She reveled in the opportunity, damn-near thanked Asuka, her bottom, for the chance. No other top would dare; too submissive an act. Hell, most tops wouldn't even eat their bottoms asses outside of rare occasions or in complete privacy. Not a problem with Money Mella.

The Staten Island Stunner happily lashed that tasty butt with her tongue over and over, not an ounce of regret felt, even as she caught Ronda giving her dirty looks out of the corner of her eye. It didn't matter, there was no shame in Mella's game. Especially not when worshiping Asuka's butt was so much fun! God, she loved that ass...literally more than life itself! More than the air that gave her breath!

The Empress's tight hole was her one, true reason for being! By far the best piece of ass Carmella had ever landed during her topping career, but Asuka's former-glory wasn't the only redeeming aspect of this butt. Sure, getting to top such an accomplished wrestler was fun, especially for someone as relatively unaccomplished as Carmella. The ass itself, though, was the real prize, what Mella had fallen in love with.

Asuka had excellent hips, nice and curvy to accentuate her round, meaty backside. Smooth, blemishes skin, even more impressive considering Asuka was nearing the age of 40. And then, there was the taste. Oh, the taste! Such a wondrous, absolutely magnificent flavor! The taste of that asshole? So FABULOUS!

Carmella couldn't get enough. In fact, the only time she appeared as though she could was when she pulled away to talk more shit.

"Mmmm.... FUCK! I could eat this ass all day, Rowdy, I swear!"

Ronda rolled her eyes, snapping her hand down again and watching her new BritBrat squirm from underneath as she replied, "Trust me, I can tell. You've been at it for, what? Twenty, thirty minutes now? I think enough is enough? When are you gonna fuck that bitch?"

"I'll fuck MY property when I'm good and ready! I've waited a long fucking time to get my precious ASSuka back, and I'm not gonna waste a second now that I have!" Carmella explained, returning her face to its home, between those beautiful, big cheeks, Asuka whimpering as her butthole was defiled again.

"Suit yourself," Ronda relented, smacking Paige's for what had to have been the thirtieth time already that night, jolting the weaker woman forward. While she criticized Mella for her ability to "eat Asuka's ass all day", Ronda, quite hypocritically, felt similarly about spanking Paige's fat ass. That big, pale booty was just soooo....spankable! God, the way it jiggled like a pasty pile of pudding from the slightest touch? Divine. Not to mention how gloriously red each of those cheeks had become from the abuse, and The Anti-Diva had continued to play and pretend that it still hurt, just to empower her new mistress.

Where Mella was unable to control her urges though, Ronda was, and that's precisely why she was able to cut the spanking session off whenever she saw fit. If Mella wanted to drag out the unnecessary for longer than...well.... necessary, then, it was fine by her! But, Ronda wasn't going to deprive herself of an awesome piece of ass, just because Mella was too delusional to make their twosome a foursome.

In a surprising feat of strength, Ronda grabbed hold of Paige's torso and picked her up as she stood from the chair. WWE's Glampire was dropped to the floor below, landing harshly on her side, relishing the pain and the ultimate rush of being properly abused. Shortly after her fall, Mistress Ronda asked, "You ready to serve my cock, BritBrat? Huh? Ready to worship the alpha?"

Clutching her arm briefly, Paige coyly answered, "I don't know...maybe?"

"Maybe?" Ronda mimicked. "So you don't know if you want my huge fuckin' to tear up your slutty asshole?"

Paige shyly shook her head. "Oh, I know I do. Just don't know if I'm ready for ya, Ma'am."

"Are you trying to piss me off? Me asking you was just a formality, bitch! Ready or not, it's time to give that asshole up!" Ronda growled, setting her sights on The Anti-Diva.

With a sly smirk, Paige returned to "bitch position", ready for the ass fucking of a lifetime, legitimately forgetting that her mistress was unarmed. This lack of judgement earned her another smack to that delicious rump, and Ronda barking out the obvious. "Hey, BritBrat, 'forgetting something? I need a cock, you dumb whore! So, why don't you go grab me one?" Ronda recalled, pointing to the open-area locker that currently housed all of Ronda's toys.

"Yes, ma'am, right away, ma'am," Paige squealed, attempting to stand up, only to be brought crashing down by Ronda's powerful hands.

"No, bitch. Crawl."

Simple enough instructions, even if they were completely unnecessary; Paige knew she would be asked to crawl, she just wanted to wind up Ronda some more. Her journey was short, thankfully, keeping her cock-deprived ass empty less than it needed to be, a result of the scenery being Ronda's special, private dressing room. An oasis for bottoms like Paige and the alpha alike.

These specific areas, designated for a mainstream star like Ronda played a big part in why she'd been so successful. She never needed to enter the public locker room, if she didn't want to. It kept her away from the drama, from betting her ass more than she needed to. And, more importantly, it gave her a smaller, quieter place to hone her topping skills, skills that she'd use on Paige's big behind, once Ol' BritBrat returned with her weapon of choice.

Before long, Paige had retrieved both a harness and the biggest dildo she could find. She took the liberty of attaching one to the other, then sticking the cock in her mouth and crawling back to her new mistress. Upon arrival, Paige strapped up her owner, bravely taking the cock into her mouth again, without Ronda's permission. Rousey didn't snap, mostly because she was too into her own shit to care, too deep into imagining that the pale, broken British bottom below her would soon be The Goddess of WWE, Alexa Bliss. Her arch rival, and the woman who'd been a thorn in her side ever since she arrived.

Alexa has always stood in her way, as far back as her second match in the company. It was Bliss who stopped Ronda from claiming the Raw Women's title back then, by cashing in Money in the Bank, and it was Bliss who Ronda eventually took the title from a few months later. And, of course, who could forget Charlotte, and how Alexa selfishly swooped in and stole The Queen right from under Ronda, after the alpha benevolently allowed Alexa to be only the second woman to fuck Charlotte. Pitiful.

Soon, Bliss and Paige would be one in the same. A pair of former champions, shattered by irreparable damage and huge cocks. Well, they'd be similar but, as far as Ronda was concerned, Paige was merely a temporary substitute until that fateful moment. More likely, it'll be Alexa and Becky bickering with each other, scratching and clawing to decide who gets to service their Mistress's cock first. Oh, the dream, and to think, it's only a few weeks away! Ronda was so giddy, she could hardly wait!

Wait she would though; time travel hasn't been invented yet, after all. So, in the meantime, breaking in an old but new piece of ass was as good a way as any to pass the time. Oh yes, Ronda had several special plans in place for Alexa, all beginning with her partnership with Carmella, but that was later. Now, Paige's ass needed to learn Rowdy-destruction firsthand.

After thoroughly slobbering all over that shaft, Ronda snapped her fingers, Paige immediately spitting out the cock and jumping back to bitch position, sticking her fat, battered ass up as high as she could. To show how badly she wanted it, she even spread her ass cheeks apart.

"Sure seems like you're fucking ready, huh?" Ronda asked, stalking her prey. "I think you just like it when I get rough with you."

Paige grinned. "Well, I would be a liar if I said otherwise, love."

Ronda knelt down behind her new bitch, shoving those pale hands out of the way to take liberty of spreading those beautiful butt cheeks herself. Just to look, more than anything, to get a proper examination of the state of Paige's asshole; a "before" for the ultimate "after", if you will. A single glob of spit splashed down from Ronda's mouth, crash landing on that puckered chute, Paige groaning in delight as the cold saliva mixed with her scorching hot body temperature.

"Will ya please fuck my bum, ma'am?" Paige begged with a soft, poughty expression and, upon being ignored, added, "I've been waitin' for a proper mistress for so long. Someone to really give ma bum 'ell, ya know? I can handle it, I swear! Whatevah ya got! Just please, give me yer all!"

That little response earned Paige another swift smack to that rump, Ronda barking after, "Look at you, making demands! You must think you're hot shit, huh? Too bad you're just another ungrateful little bitch, too big for her own britches! It's not my job to fuck you, whore, and until you beg properly, I won't be. So, the floor is yours. Try again and this time, really make me feel it."

Paige cleared her throat and responded, "Please bum me! Please, please, please, bum me good and hard like only the alpha can! My arse is yers, ma'am! It's all for you! Please, jerk that big, fat cock off in my arsehole!"

Ronda smiled in delight; Paige's response was more than adequate. Rousey spat on that asshole again, watching it quiver momentarily before releasing her hold on those big butt cheeks, allowing them to softly jiggle back into their natural position.

"Good job, bitch! Now, do me a favor and spread that butt again, so I can take what's rightfully mine!"

"Mmmm-Will do, ma'am!" Paige agreed and submissively pulled her butt apart again without an ounce of hesitation, giving Ronda the perfect view to line up her cock. Rousey pressed the head against that glistening shitpipe, taking hold of Paige's hips with her off hand, using that leverage to push forward forcefully.

Paige squealed in pain as she was defiled, but the pain wasn't unbearable, mostly because she enjoyed it more than it burdened her. Most bottoms usually liked a little pain but...c'mon. The Glampire? The Anti-Diva? Paige was always way more "alt" than not, so pain was welcomed, if anything. It made the experience even more enjoyable, even as her butt was ripped apart, forced to accommodate such a massive head at an alarming rate.

Obviously, Paige was a trooper, and powered through until the pain that she actually craved was a distant memory, her butthole settling down just moments after the initial penetration. Likely a result of the constant bummings she'd been subjected to over the last three years, basically ever since her original fall from grace. Ronda's cock was huge, almost four inches wide and probably 13 inches give or take (Paige couldn't really tell from a glance), but nothing am experienced buttsluts couldn't handle or even enjoy.

Ronda didn't waste time watching that hole swallow up inch after inch, either; she'd have the next few weeks to do that. Tonight was all about asserting her dominance, about claiming this ass as her newest piece of property. There'd be a time and place for leisure, specifically the night of WrestleMania 35, otherwise known as "The Goddess's Last Stand", a phrase Ronda recently considered trademarking.

At Mania, she'd take her time with Lexi, really enjoy stretching out that biscuit butt good and proper, only after an extended-length spanking session to really put the little bitch her place. Now though, Ronda was more concerned with filling that hole up with every inch as soon as possible, while Carmella...well, Mella was still rubbing her face against Asuka's butt.

She ditched the rimjob, having fully prepped that hole as much as possible, and returned to her proper resting place. Asuka's butt was basically a sheath to store Mella's face at this point, all while The Princess of Staten Island whispered sweet nothings to that rump, her one true passion in life. Not topping bitch ass...just this ass.

"Soooo soft. Your butt is sooooooooooooooo soft, ASSuka. God, I love Japanese women! I do! I really do, but don't worry, you'll always be my number one, babe."

Asuka, who couldn't believe that she allowed herself to put up with this nonsense for so long, fired back, "Watashi o seikō suru tsumoridesu ka?" Immediately after, she offered a rough translation, simplifying in her broke English, "Will you ever fuck me?", which, naturally, made her look like a helpless little butt bitch, ready to be ruined. Truthfully, she was just ready to get the worst of tonight over with. Mella worshiping her ass was embarrassing, but not unbearable. Being fucked in the ass was the worst of the worst.

"Ooh, you're excited aren't ya?" Mella quipped, half-understanding that Asuka's entry-level English fucked up her response, and half-knowing that a part of Asuka truly meant it. "Don't worry, baby, we have the rest of eternity for me to fuck this big, fat ass of yours! And trust me, I will, over and over and over again. But, since this is the first night of the rest of our lives, let's take it slow."

Asuka growled, "No! Get over with!"

Carmella feigned ignorance. "Oh, that...that's awfully basic-bitch of you, ASSuka. Ha, I think we both know that's not a request I can accommodate. Especially while you're still doing your bad girl routine."

"Please, get over with?" Asuka reiterated, this time a lot less demandingly, hoping for her second attempt to go over much better.

Carmella pretended to think it over, only to answer, "Nah."

"Please?"

"Nah"

"PLEASE?!"

"Hmm....NAH?!"

"Pl-"

"Will you two shut the fuck up already?!" Ronda interjected with authority, slowly pumping into Paige's pooper as she began to build up speed. "Hurry up and fuck that whore already, Mella, I can't take all the bullshit anymore!"

Carmella rolled her eyes; she was far from finished professing her boundless love for Asuka's ass, but what Ronda says goes, especially when Rowdy's being painfully serious. Mella gave that delicious rump one swift smack, the first time she'd done so all night, and offered up a chance to bring the first phase of their evening together to a fitting conclusion.

"Okay, okay! I'll fuck her.... I'll fuck you, ASSuka, right in your fucking namesake! How does that sound, eh? I'll give you my cock, but first, you're gonna beg like pretty little Paige did! Go ahead, baby. Beg me. Beg your Money Mistress for her FABULOUS fucking cock!"

Asuka stayed silent initially, giving Mella the perfect opportunity to equip a strap-on of her own, one that she collected from her bag across the room before returning back to her place of business also with a bottle of lube in tow. Meanwhile, The Empress was collecting her thoughts; she desperately wanted to get this whole ordeal done and dusted. To put it behind her forever. After all, if Mella failed to break her, things would go back to normal. Therein lies the only problem though: surviving.

Despite her best efforts, Asuka couldn't forget the moments she and Mella shared together, the times Carmella pounded her asshole into oblivion and, even worse, how she'd come to enjoy the feeling. The way the words, meant to signify Asuka getting her wish to "get it over with", flowed so easily from her mouth were proof of the greater challenge at hand. If their history together was any indication, Asuka would be fighting for her life the second Mella stuffed her full. It was a fight she'd been preparing for months for, but even now, she felt unsure about her chances as a begging performance began to softly spill from her lips.

"Please...fuck me. Asshole. Fuck...ummm...fuck my asshole...ummm...like before. Izen no yō ni watashi no kirainahito o fakku shite kudasai. Please..." Asuka begged, half in English and the other half in her native tongue.

"Oh, I don't know, that wasn't very good, ASSuka," Mella sarcastically denied, leading a very grumpy Ronda Rousey to intervene again.

"Mella, get on with it."

"Oh, c'mon, you made that bitch beg multiple times!" Mella argued, simultaneously applying a copious amount of lube to Asuka's relatively untrained butthole. "Let me have a little fun."

"I never said do what I do, I said do what I say!" Ronda snapped, thrusting forward, jostling Paige's pale, sweaty body forward, giving the bum every inch in one motion. "And in any case, I think you've had more than your fair share of fun. Just fuck that bitch and put her out of her misery, already."

Asuka hated being spoken about as if she were a deer, headed for the slaughterhouse, but that certainly was an inescapable feeling in this situation. Like, even if she did manage to survive what Mella offered, what was stopping Rousey from joining in and snatching her double-anal cherry? Deflating, every bit of it was absolutely deflating. In this moment, Asuka felt weak and defeated, and that feeling grew stronger with a simple glance behind her, to see that Mella was apply just as much lube to her cock as she had The Empress's asshole.

"Oh, baby, I've been waitin' so long for this moment," Mella clarified, stroking her cock and taking her place behind her dearly beloved. "So long, Asuka. You've had a good run, but I think it's time to remind you, once and for all, who you're truly meant to be. ASSuka, my perfect anal bitch! My forever anal bitch! Here's to the rest of our lives together, baby!"

One last grin for one last line, Mella softly ordering, "Now spread 'em"

God, Asuka hated being in this situation so badly, just....not as much as she hated how easily she obeyed, reaching back to pry those juicy mounds apart, giving Carmella the perfect view of her holes. The perfect route to anal bliss.