Bow Down to the Goddess Ch. 09

Everything was hazy, no doubt, but unmistakable was the look of pure satisfaction on The Glampire's face, as she was choked and pummeled. Paige's expression rang true; there's nowhere else she'd rather be than right here, getting wrecked like the mega-whore whore she claimed to be. That look was convincing enough for Asuka to prepare to make a bold plea, one that would change her life forever. But it wouldn't come until a few moments after Carmella made another plea of her own.

"Anata no o shiri wa watashi no chin powo ai shite iru koto o mitomete kudasai," Carmella uttered softly, directly into Asuka's ear, roughly translating to "admit that your ass loves my cock." No doubt, Mella butchered a lot of the pronunciations, but that effort, something she clearly had prepared for God knows how long, made it all the easier for Asuka to respond in kind.

"I love it!" She confessed, as Mella continued to slam her hips into Asuka's butt. "Watashi no o shiri wa anata no chinpo ga daisukidesu! Watashi no daisuki desu! So much! I love so much!!!!" Her English still wasn't great, but the message was received.

Carmella grinned; the war was finally over. Now, for the victory celebration.

"Love you too, babe. I'm glad you can finally say the same. And..." Mella paused to catch her breath following a thunderous thrust, bringing her pace to a crescendo afterwards. "And I'll bet you wanna cum now, huh? Bring the fireworks to our little party? Well, you can cum, baby, no worries! Just go ahead and beg me for it. Beg your Money Mistress! Beg me, and I'll let you cum like a good girl."

Begging shouldn't have been easy for Asuka and it wasn't, especially since Asuka wouldn't be begging at all. ASSuka would, and for her, it was the easiest thing she ever did.

"Shasei shite mo īdesu ka? Ī ko ni ika sete kudasai! Ī ko ni ika sete kudasai!!!! Let ASSuka cum! Please? Please, can ASSuka cum?"

Mella grinned, looking for the answer to one more question. "Who owns your ass, ASSuka? Who owns it?! WHO OWNS IT?!!!!"

"YOU! YOU!" Asuka plead. "YOU OWN ME! Watashi no o shiri wa anata no monodesu! Anata no kuso ana! Anata no jinsei no ai!!! Soshite anata no kokku wa watashi no monodesu!" Asuka's words, spoken in Japanese, were incredibly passionate and expressive, the type of response she'd never be able to put together in English. But, since she truly meant it, and wanted Mella to understand, she did the best she could to translate.

"My ass- oh fuck-loves cock! Your cock! Y-Your cock is love of my life! Your cock and....mmmm....my ass love very...very much!!! Hai?"

"Oh yes, baby!" Carmella confirmed, bucking her hips like a stallion. "Cum! Cum for me!!! Cum for your Money Mistress!!!"

Asuka's entire world suddenly became engulfed in white and, as it did, Ronda couldn't help but groan; after waiting so long to get started, Mella actually ended up finishing before her. Bothersome, especially when they should've finished in unison or, even better, pushed one of these bitches further into double-anal penetration territory. But much like Paige, Ronda knew that was never going to happen.

Mella was too infatuated with Asuka's big, round butt to help her, which was really fucking annoying, and the kind of problem she welcomed the second they agreed to team up. Ronda could've just demanded that Carmella join in and complete the threesome so they could stuff Paige good and proper, but luckily for Mella, Rousey wasn't looking to make enemies, even if Mella could easily be dealt with. Tonight was a night for celebrations, a night for punctuating their partnership, a pairing that Ronda created to spell the end of her arch rival, Alexa Bliss. So, letting Mella have her way was an easy decision to make, especially since The Rowdy One didn't need any help to bring her newest pet to the edge of orgasm.

"You wanna cum too, bitch? HUH?! Pop like a fucking cork?" Ronda asked, ramming Paige's ass like a wild woman, easing up on the throat throttling so the pale bitch could reply.

After a brief coughing fit, Paige honestly answered, "God yes! Please let me cum, ma'am! I've been good, yeah? B-Been a good bumslut for ya? C'mon then! Let me cum!"

Paige was so close and, honestly, considered letting go without permission as a way to keep the abuse and punishment train moving for the foreseeable future. But ultimately, she decided to stay clean and earn her right, adding an errata to her verbal performance, hoping to tip the scales in her favor. "My arse loves it so much! You bum me bettah than anyone, okay? You! T-The alpha! I love bein' your arsewhore! You pound my fuckin' bum the best! So please, keep fuckin' bummin' me! Oh fuuuuuck, keep givin' my big arse the best and let me cum!!!! OHH GOODDDD THE BESSSSSTTTT!"

Ronda never let up, not even for a second and, as a result, holding back became even harder for Paige. She wanted to cum so badly and, luckily, she didn't have to go wait any longer. Ronda latched her throat around The Anti-Diva's neck again, and promptly gave her permission.

"Do it, bitch! Cum for your alpha! Cum for me! GO, GO, GO!!!!"

Ronda's demand was heard, loud and clear. Paige let go, whimpering as she came, unable to speak as her new mistress literally and physically took her breath away.

Much like the woman to her left, getting pounded into the ground below, Paige's mind went completely blank. And where Paige had been ready to cum immediately, Asuka held off until the bitter end, allowing her orgasm to fester and, ultimately, bringing both bitches to a simultaneous climax.

Paige, still upright, quivered and shivered, Ronda holding her in place as her body went limp. Cum shot from her untouched snatch, squirting out and painting the ground below, and with it, went the last of Paige's energy. After several intense anal orgasms, it was official. Despite being a total sex freak, she was outlasted by WWE's alpha, Ronda Rousey.

Asuka, meanwhile, suffered a different kind of orgasm, a natural result considering she was getting railed by a different kind of top. It was more subtle, pleasure consumed her entire body, and much like Paige, drained the life from her muscles. But she didn't squirt, probably because once her asshole tightened around Mella's cock, Carmella brought the movement of hips to an abrupt stop.

Leaving every inch of her cock buried deep within those bowels, Mella wrapped her arms around Asuka, and hugged her beloved as the pleasure of their shared experience washed Asuka's mind away. Hell, that final push was enough to bring Mella herself to a brief, orgasmic state, a dry orgasm of sorts. The Fabulous One was so physically high on life, engulfed in the Bliss of topping her favorite piece of ass that she felt as though she could've cum, as well. She didn't, but that didn't mean that her current state, cock jammed up Asuka's asshole, hugging her as she came, wasn't the best moment of her entire life. The perfect finale for their unlikely love story.

Eventually the dust settled. After several minutes of Paige and Asuka cumming, and several more of all four girls cooling down after a flaming hot fuck sesh, Ronda Rousey looked down at her work, impressed with herself. Not just for what she'd done to Paige, but also for what Carmella had accomplished, something she also considered "her work". Because, of course, this was her division, after all.

Turning to Mella, still trying to catch her breath, Ronda praised, "You did pretty alright over there, I gotta say."

Mella, wiping her forehead clean of sweat and blonde hair, nodded in agreement. She slowly crawled atop Asuka's near lifeless body, the once proud warrior expunged of any physicality whatsoever. Then, Mella, a huge grin on her face, rested her head on ASSuka's big, sweaty butt, and asked, "Don't we just make the cutest couple?"

Ronda softly lowered her face into her palm, shaking her head disapprovingly. But, no amount of Money Mella's antics could bring her down, not when her plan was coming together so smoothly. It wouldn't be long now. Not long at all. Just a few more weeks, and it wouldn't be Paige's gaping asshole she was looking down at...oh no, it would Little Miss Bliss's! And good God, was it going to be glorious!

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Elsewhere....

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"Sasha...Bayley...Charlotte! I just love it so much! B, Fat Ass, and Queenie! 1, 2, 3," Alexa Bliss giddily repeated to herself, standing in the middle of her hotel room, three assholes belonging to Sasha Banks, Bayley, and Charlotte Flair all lined up, one after another. Bliss couldn't help but smile but...something was missing.

"I see three but I don't see four. There are Four Asswomen in WWE! Where's Becky?" A question nobody seemed to have an answer to, until a knock at the door cleared things up. That knock coincided with a flickering light, coming from Alexa's phone atop a small end table a few feet away. The Goddess rolled her eyes, unable to deny her excitement but, undoubtedly upset. She decided to check her phone first; if the person behind the door was who she suspected, she was more than capable of waiting a minute or two.

Bliss grabbed her phone, and as the screen lit up, a message was revealed; it was from Ronda. Inside was a picture, not unlike the pictures often sent between tops and bottoms within the WWE ecosystem. But this one was concerning. Ronda and Carmella, side-by-side next two a pair of asses, seemingly belonging to Paige and...was that...was that Asuka? No, it couldn't have been! No way!

Alexa brushed off the picture, tossing her phone aside, but its effects were undeniable. She was more pissed off than ever and now, whoever came through that door was seriously in for five feet of fucking fury!

"C'mon in! We've been waiting for you," Alexa barked, inviting their guest inside. Seconds later the knob turned, and the door cracked open. Surprise, surprise. In walked in the fourth Horsewoman, newly-acquired, Becky Lynch. And boy, was she about to be taught a lesson about making her Goddess wait!