Bow Down to the Goddess Ch. 10

"C'mon in! We've been waiting for you!"

Becky Lynch recognized that voice...that Ohioan accent. It belonged to the woman her real mistress, Ronda Rousey, had given her to. The woman Mistress Ronda had handed Becky and her fat, Irish lass cheeks over to as a bargaining chip for a future bet. That distinct voice belonged to the bane of The Man's existence, otherwise known as The Goddess, Alexa Bliss.

That was a few weeks ago. Long, painful, anal sexless weeks, Bliss keeping her on ice until tonight, a gathering Lexi had carefully planned out to celebrate this special occasion. For now, Alexa owned the four most prominent wrestlers in all of WWE: The Four Horsewomen. Charlotte, Bayley, Sasha once again, and now, for the first time, Becky. This was huge and, despite that fact, Becky had gone out of her way to assure that she arrived fashionably late. She could tell by the tone of Alexa's voice that her new owner wasn't happy about it.

But, be that as it may, Becky had no choice but to listen...to turn the handle and accept the invitation. Her asshole was aching, crying out for some attention. Two weeks without so much as a butt plug to fill her fat bum was pure torture, and no matter what kind of hell awaited her on the other side, Becky was sure about one thing: Alexa would eventually fuck her arse. So, she swallowed hard, reached out, and took hold of the door's handle.

The door slowly creaked open, and Becky slipped inside, finding exactly what she imagined on the other side. Four women, all of whom she recognized, three of which were lined up, one after another. Bent over the couch sat in the middle of the room were three asses facing outwards, belonging to Sasha, Charlotte, and Bayley, her fellow Horsewomen. The fourth was Alexa, who stood next to Bayley, holding a Sharpie marker in her hand, the top exposed. Naturally, Bliss wore a smile on her face.

"Well, well, girls, look who finally decided to show up! If it isn't my newest bitch? Lucky Charms!" Alexa gripped, popping the cap off of the marker and kneeling down, her face mere inches away from Bayley's massive rump.

"Who the feck is Lucky Charms?" Becky asked with a groan.

"You are, silly. That's your new name. Starting today and for the rest of your life, you are Lucky Charms, my Irish arse whore," Alexa assured as she pressed the tip of the pen on Bayley's tan ass meat and began writing:

"Asswoman #4: FAT ASS"

Those words, quite pathetically written in large letters across one cheek, were quite similar to a pair of phrases written on Charlotte and Sasha's asses, respectively, though theirs were spread across both ass cheeks.

Charlotte's read: "Asswoman #2: QUEENIE"

Sasha's read: "Asswoman #3: B- THE BUTT BITCH"

Alexa grinned and informed, "See, Lucky Charms? I've got three of the four Asswomen lined up. I just need #1. And that's you!"

"Arsewomen?" Becky asked, facepalming.

Standing up, Alexa explained, "Well...yeah? All four of you are so fucking broken and pathetic so...it's really the best name for you. The Four Horsewomen? That's honestly a little disrespectful to Ric and the boys. Ain't that right, Queenie?"

A sharp smack to Charlotte's ass had The Anal Queen quickly agreeing, "Yes, my Goddess! We are a disgrace to my father's and the other Horsemen's legacies."

Alexa trotted slightly to the left and delivered a similar smack to Sasha's caramel cheeks, asking, "What's say you, B? How do you feel about the four of you being The Asswomen?"

"It's perfect! Thank you, my Goddess! Thank you for giving us such a fitting name!"

"No, thank you for being honest, B. FAT ASS! FAT ASS!" Alexa called out, and Bayley immediately perked up; such an ironic name when any one of them, with the exception of maybe Charlotte, could've boasted the same name. Truthfully though, if one wrestler was going to be named FAT ASS, Bayley was probably the best choice.

"Yes, my Goddess?" Bayley weakly asked.

"Do you like being one of my Four Asswomen?"

With her eyes gleaming, Bayley gushed, "I love you, my Goddess! I love everything about you! And yes, GOD yes I love being one of your Asswomen!"

Having gotten verification from the others, Alexa turned her attention back towards Becky, and asked, "Are you ready to feel the same, Lucky Charms? Are you ready to make your Goddess very happy, and give her complete and total ownership of all four of WWE's Asswomen?"

Becky sighed; she hated playing Alexa's games. But, something had to give. No matter how much she despised Little Miss Bliss, her butthole was absolutely starving. So, a compromise would need to be made.

"L-Look," Becky stammered. "I know what ye are tryin' to do, Lex, and it ain't gonna work. Come Mania time, Mistress Ronnie's gonna win me back. Then, she's gonna feck me arse so good, ye are gonna be beggin' to take me place."

Alexa crossed her arms, wearing a stern look as Becky continued, "So, ya see, all of this Arsewomen and Lucky Charms nonsense is just wastin' time. Let's just get down ta business, punish me for bein' late or whatever, and get to feckin' The Man's arse!"

Alexa gasped, completely shocked by Becky's behavior. When she finally managed to steal her words back, she stammered, "D-Did you j-just c-command me to do s-something?" And, when Becky nodded her head as seriously as possible, Alexa and her three subservient Asswomen all burst into uncontrollable laughter fits. Fits of laughter that only further boiled Becky's hot, Irish blood.

"Ay! Ay, there! Who do ye lot think yer laughin' at, huh? Ye realize who me real mistress is, don't ye? I belong to the alpha, Mistress Ronnie!"

Alexa's expression twisted to a stern confusion as she reminded, "Uh, hello? Earth to dumb fucking slut? Mistress Ronnie? She gave you away at the same time that she promised to let me fuck her ass!"

"I don't recall that happenin'," Becky argued and crossed her arms before adding in, "The Mistress Ronnie signin' away her arse part."

"But...didn't she, though? I mean, she decided to defend her belts in a three-way at Mania. A three-way with you and the eventual winner, Queenie. There's no way she's going to walk out of that match as the champion. It's almost physically impossible. So, in a way, she's essentially already bending over for me. I just have to wait until the big show to take my place behind her," Alexa explained.

"Well...what if I take a dive, huh? Give ye the old screw job? What then?" Becky argued, but naturally, Alexa had an answer for every question and occasion.

"I think we both know you're not going to do that. For one, you've got too much pride in your abilities to not try and win the first ever women's WrestleMania main event. But in any case, if you were to lay down, it'd sooner be for Queenie than Ronda."

"Why's that?" Becky asked.

"Well, because you'll be my broken, loyal little bitch by then! Why the fuck else?" Alexa assured.

"Ay, sure I will. And next thing ye know, I'll be feckin' Mistress Ronnie's arse too! Face it, Bliss! Yer feckin' delusional!" Becky snapped, her bright orange hair flailing as Alexa once again looked shocked to hear someone supposedly belonging to her speak so freely and freshly. Shame, she was really hoping to make this night all about herself and not Becky, but The Man obviously wasn't going to make her inevitable submission to The Goddess easy. So be it.

"Delusional, am I? Well then, I guess it's also delusional for me to say that it's been two weeks since SOMEONE had their ass fucked. Care to remind us all who that is, Lucky Charms?"

Becky growled, "Probably ye, I bet."

"ERR, WRONG!" Alexa buzzed, elaborating, "Sorry, the correct answer was Becky Lynch, freshly-renamed Lucky Charms, the Irish arse whore. Oh, don't worry, Lucktser, I know why you didn't want to give your Goddess a proper answer."

"Feckin' delusional," Becky sing-songed underneath her breath. Alexa ignored and continued her explanation.

"Oh, I know. You're hurting. Your asshole is starving! It needs to be fed! Is that...delusional?"

Becky's tune quickly changed. "Well...I, uhh," but even still, Alexa was one step ahead. She was ready to play Becky's own game against her.

"No, no, you're right! I'm delusional, and you're absolutely, positively right. So, don't worry, I won't be fucking your asshole at all!" Again, the tune changed.

"Wait, don't!" Becky pleaded, dropping to her knees instinctively. "Please, don't do that. I think we can...we can come to some sort of agreement, right?"

"But what about me being delusional?" Alexa teased, a wicked smile adorning her gorgeous face.

"M-Maybe I was bein' a little bit hasty with me words," Becky relented, but not enough to pluck the fun out this game. So, Alexa kept it going.

Shaking her head, The Goddess insisted, "No, you were right, I was wrong. You belong to Ronda, I...I never stood a chance." Alexa's words were fueled by the best acting performance she could muster, an art she was quite skilled in, obviously. "So, I guess you won't mind watching as I fuck the Asswomen who do belong to me? That'll be fine, right, Lucky Charms...I mean, Becky?"

"Well..." Becky began, but Alexa quickly flexed her power, cutting the former SmackDown Women's Champion off.

"So, what? Was I wrong or right? Which is it?"

"I...I don't know," Becky awkwardly stammered. "It's just, ye know, two weeks is a long time."

Alexa grinned, and replied, "Well, it certainly sounds like I was right, doesn't it? Look, girls, our little Lucky Charms wants her fat, Irish arse fucked! Hahahaha, I love it! And not only does she want it, but I'll bet she knows just how to get it, too? Yeah, don't you, Lucktser? You know that, if you want this cock, all you've gotta do is beg me for it. Yep, just beg your Goddess to fucking annihilate your asshole long and hard and I promise, your wish will come true!"

Becky hesitated for a moment, genuinely considering Alexa's offer before growling back, "Go feck yerself!"

Alexa gasped, and Becky continued.

"Yer not me mistress, Ronnie is! If ye want to feck me, go ahead, I won't stop ya! But I won't beg!" Becky stood her ground, almost one-upping Alexa in a way. But this little game of 4D Chess was far from over, and regardless of how much Irish fire Becky poured in, Bliss refused to lose. Not with the biggest night of her life right around the corner, and momentum everything in the grand scheme. Whether Becky wanted to or not, she'd find herself begging, by hook or by crook.

"Suit yourself. But I think you'll find your friends here? They don't share the same views as you. They all worship me. Isn't that right, Asswomen?"

In unison, Bayley, Sasha, and Charlotte all submissively recited, "Yes, Goddess Alexa. We belong to you." Not one syllable was off key, almost as if the response had been choreographed.

"See, Lucky Charms? You're fighting a winless battle. But, if I have to box fifteen rounds with Ol' Becky Balboa to put you down then...so be it! But I can assure you, we're going to do this my way! I'll take it you know where this is headed?" Alexa asked and Becky angrily nodded her head.

"Yeah, I'll bet. Ah, get ready, Lucktser, 'cause I'm about to make you the biggest fucking cuck in the whole locker room! Hahahahaha! Ah...but, the only problem is who? Who should I make you watch me fuck first?" Alexa paced back and forth, up and down her line of ass whores. "I mean, I've fucked you all so, so, soooo many times. I really can't decide."

Then, Alexa experienced an epiphany.

"Oh, I know," She grinned slyly, turning to face Becky again, who still stood a few feet away. "Why don't you pick for me?"

"Y-Ye want me to pick?" Becky asked, slightly shocked.

"Sure, why not? It's not like you'll be getting your jiggly, Irish ass fucked, so I might as well get some use out of you. Go ahead, Lucky Charms, pick. B, FAT ASS, or Queenie? It doesn't matter who, and I don't care!"

"Feck off!" Becky barked back, adding in, "And stop callin' me Lucky Charms! We both know that's not me name."

Alexa facepalmed, shaking her head. "You're not making this easy, Lucky Charms," She calmly assured, doubling-down on Becky's new name. "Tell you what? If you pick who's ass I fuck, I'll let you spread their cheeks for me. And, if you play nice, I might even let you clean my cock when I move on to the next Asswoman. Does that sound like fun?"

It did...it really did. Becky wasn't interested in becoming Alexa's bitch, hell, she wasn't even sure why she didn't just walk out the door. Truthfully, it probably had something to do with that aching feeling in and around her asshole, an accumulation of two weeks of anal abstinence. Two weeks, longer than Becky had gone without in months. She needed her ass fucked, yet her own stubbornness stood in the way of that. Nevertheless, "assisting" in Alexa's endeavors definitely couldn't hurt, could it?

Becky nodded in agreement, and Alexa responded, "Good, so we're settled. Now, go ahead and pick. Like I said, anyone will do! And make it snappy too, 'cause I'm ready to fuck some ass!" The decision was the tough part, Becky was forced to choose who would claim first what she well and truly desired. It was embarrassing, but more than anything, it would soon fill Becky with a jealousy she couldn't feel at the moment, but was aware was on the horizon.

With those factors in play, Becky wasn't keen on choosing; so, she made her decision based on that one, very pertinent maybe Alexa has suggested. The possibility of butt cream was on the table, and highly influenced Becky's final decision. "Charlotte." Sasha and Bayley sighed as Charlotte cheered happily.

Alexa grinned, "Ooh, Queenie? Okay, good choice!"

"Wait...didn't ye used to call her somethin' else?" Becky asked with genuine intrigue.

"Yeah, I sure did. 9, that used to be her name. FAT ASS was 8, too, but that old number system just didn't cut it, at least for you guys. I have B and Lucky Charms, I can't have 8 and 9, you know? I own all four Asswomen! They need names of their own, even if those names carry the same meaning as the numbers did. Ain't that right, Queenie!"

"Yes, my Goddess!" Charlotte cried out gleefully. "Thank you for renaming me...I love it! I love my new name so much."

"You're welcome, whore," Alexa dismissed, quickly returning her attention back over to Becky. "Well, Lucky Charms? What are you waiting for, a standing ovation? Get the fuck over here and spread this ass!"

Becky snarled and grumbled, but ultimately adhered, briskly walking over and bending down, until her head was level with Charlotte's tight, toned booty. Then she reached out, taking a cheek in each and slowly pulling them apart, her eyes locked onto the buttplug lodged deep into Charlotte's hole that, quite impressively, had already been errata'd to display the bitch's new, more fitting name. The plug was particularly eye-catching, as it matched Lexi's other conquests to a T, including Bayley and Sasha's. Shiny and pink, with the letters of their names emblazoned in a soft, white cursive. It was beautiful, and for a second, the thought of having her own made Becky's asshole quiver in anticipation, before her brief trance was broken as Alexa took the base of the plug into her fingers.

"Why don't you take a picture, Lucks? It'll last much longer," Alexa quipped, a remark which surprisingly had Becky bashfully looking away. "You know, I already made one with your name on it? It's yours. You can have it, I just need you to beg for it."

Becky wasn't taking two lying down. "Shove it up yer own arse!" She barked back, refusing to give into early temptations and, more importantly, refusing to give up on Mistress Ronnie, her one, true, owner.

"Aww, that's cute! I'll bet you actually think I'd do that, don't you?" Alexa replied, perhaps not as confidently as she would've liked considering that it hadn't been that long since she was getting her own ass rammed raw by Nikki Cross. "Well, sorry, but that was years and years ago. The Goddess only takes asses now, and pretty soon, I'll have no more left to claim."

Alexa slowly pulled the buttplug out of Charlotte's ass, her soft, worn-down muscles allowing an easy exit as Becky fired back, "I wouldn't go countin' chickens just yet, Lex. I don't care what ye thinks gonna happen, Mistress Ronnie's as tough as they come. Plus, she's unbeaten! Yeah, when the time comes, she's gonna- MMPPFF!!" Becky's impassioned promo was cut off by Little Miss Bliss, who shoved Charlotte's buttplug straight into Becky's mouth. Poor Becky, so lost in bigging up her true owner, never saw it coming.

"Yeah, shut up and suck on that, okay? I don't need to hear you, or that stupid accent of yours, babbling on about things that are never, EVER going to happen! So be a good girl, clean that off, and pull those cheeks back real tight for me, so I can fuck this bitch...ya know...instead of you?"

Becky growled but didn't spit out the plug to offer a retort, mostly because Charlotte's asshole tasted fucking incredible, and it had been a few years since she had enjoyed the flavor. With their little back and forth out of the way, Alexa instead turned her attention towards her prime target, The Queen, Charlotte Flair, who'd been eagerly awaiting this moment since early this morning.

"Alright, bitch, you know the drill. What do say when your Goddess is about to bless your filthy fucking asshole with cock, huh?" Alexa asked, and Charlotte instinctively had a response queued up.

"Please fuck me, Goddess Alexa. Please use my butthole for your pleasure and show Lucky Charms the joys of being owned by you so the Asswomen can be together again!" Charlotte's pleasing was short-lived but brilliantly executed, and enough to earn her what she so richly desired.

"Hear that, Lucky Charms Charms?" Alexa asked and Becky, who'd finished sucking on Queenie's plug, spit out said toy and fired back, "That's not me name!"

"Whatever," Alexa dismissed before getting on with her point. "Did you hear her? She wants it just as badly as you do, but she's smart enough to earn it. Take that into account as I'm fucking the the life out of her, okay?" Charlotte's butt, ready and willing for Alexa's best, was invaded mere seconds later, The Goddess not hesitating for a moment to prove her point and, hopefully, push Becky towards the desired reaction.

Bliss didn't just want to bum Becky, she wanted to break the dumb, Irish bitch. And not break in the sense of learning to make the whore love cock in her fat ass, no, that had been done long ago. No, Alexa's goal was to break Becky's mind, to warp it until the image of Ronda Rousey was not one of reverence, but of disgust. Right now, there was nobody more important to Becky Lynch that Mistress Ronnie, her esteemed alpha, at least until WrestleMania, something that simply wouldn't do. Alexa needed to change that, and more importantly, she needed Ronda to know that it had changed. That her once most loyal, favorite pet was now Alexa's in mind, body, and soul, and was never, ever going back!

The Goddess wasn't stupid, far from it. She knew that Ronda only gave Becky away to Alexa to agree to the bet, and that Becky's ownership only became an option in the first place because Ronda had become upset with her. Poor Becky, under the influence of Alexa's massive cock pummeling her ass, had drawn the ire of her precious mistress, opening the door for the worst possible timeline, one that saw her not only given away to someone who couldn't lace Ronnie's boots, but also someone she genuinely despised. But as Becky watched Charlotte's butthole carefully gobbling up inch after inch, those worries seemed to melt away, bringing Alexa's master plan into motion.

The Queen, one of Alexa's oldest subs and the reason her war with Ronda had begun in the first place, had taken Bliss's big cock hundreds, hell, maybe even thousands of times since that day. So, even without lube or preparation, taking the whole length was a cinch, something that, as per usual, Alexa couldn't help but point out.