Bow Down to the Goddess Ch. 10

"So easy. God damn, you Asswomen take it so fucking easy," Alexa gushed, and as Becky grumbled obscenities underneath her breath, the other three all spouted in unison, "Thank you, my Goddess", taking what any normal person would consider derogatory as nothing short of a full-on, lavish compliment. For Sasha, Bayley, and Charlotte, there was no greater honor than their asshole's opening up for their Goddess; to them, taking it easily meant a job well done.

Charlotte not only swallowed every inch easily, but, once Alexa started to pump her hips in and out, took a pounding in similar fashion. So used, so abused, but so in love The Queen was, and after being owned by a woman several years her junior and nearly a dozen inches her inferior, Charlotte had learned to not only appreciate every mind-crushing thrust, but to savor the feeling, as well. The feeling of her tight, tan ass cheeks rippling as Bliss's thighs came in contact was purifying; it gave meaning to her simple little life.

Which honestly was a little sad, unsurprisingly. To experience such a fall from grace, to watch as cracks formed in her crown and her throne crumbled from underneath her, was downright pathetic. Nearly a year had passed since she was broken by Ronda, essentially marking her one-year anniversary as The Goddess's #9 in the process, since she was claimed by WWE's blissful Little Miss mere weeks after. In that time, Charlotte hadn't just witnessed her personal downfall, she downright aided in its occurrence. She'd thrown that crown to the ground, shattering on impact, and spit on the debris that formed in the wake of her throne's destruction. All in the name of keeping herself in her current position.

Taking Alexa's cock wasn't just an action, it was an addiction. Charlotte traded her life, everything she loved for it. Yet, with Becky spreading her cheeks, and that rubber ramming into her bum over and over, it didn't matter in the slightest. It didn't matter because it meant that Charlotte Flair had the only thing she wanted, the only thing she needed to survive. The only problem was, she wasn't the only one who operated under this school of thought.

Along with Charlotte were the litany of other bitches also belonging to The Goddess, each of them every bit as depraved as her. Bayley and Sasha, Liv Morgan, Sonya DeVille and Mandy Rose, even Toni Storm who's been stuck in the UK for months. They all share a similar affinity for Alexa Bliss, they all love getting bummed by her and, unfortunately for Charlotte, two of that selection sat at each of her sides, waiting patiently for a turn.

"Ah, I think it's time for a switch-around, what do you think, Lucky Charms?" Alexa asked, bringing her movements to a standstill. "I've got two other bitches here that need it just as bad as Queenie."

Bayley and Sasha, The Boss-N-Hug Connection, giggled uncontrollably while Becky weighed her options and came to the realization that things with Charlotte were ending too early for her liking. Not that it mattered, her involvement was more of a humiliation tactic than anything, but still. That vague, practically non-existent guise of the chance to taste Charlotte's butt, her once, most-trusted ally, hadn't come to pass yet. Becky hadn't been given that luxury but, from that realization, another emerged. Perhaps that change of scenery was the way to get it?

Becky casually shrugged and suggested, "Do whatever ye want," wanting to look like the "cool kid in school", composed and definitely NOT begging for a mouthful of Flair-covered cock.

"As if I needed your permission," Alexa just as casually rebuffed before returning to the original subject matter. "But I will though. I mean, I've got so much ass here, and I've got all night. So why not keep things rolling here in the early goings."

Becky felt a lump form in her throat as Alexa continued, "We've got a lot of cake on the menu here....hell, we've got a whole ass bakery! Literally! It would be a shame if we got complacent. So, who's it gonna be, Lucky Charms? B or FAT ASS?" This one was easy, considering Becky used the exact same qualifications to decide here as she did when picking Charlotte. What ass would she rather taste off of Bliss's cock? The choice was clear.

"Sasha," Becky stated, The Boss's booty is not a new taste by any means, but always enjoyable, especially back in the day, when Sasha was still trying to convince herself that she was more than a broken little bottom living a facade. No doubt, Bayley's ass was the least-desired, by Becky's standards at least, having eaten it hundreds, maybe even thousands of times in the years prior to Alexa claiming The Hugger and, subsequently, turning the starry-eyed fangirl into her permanent, live-in housepet.

"Who?" Alexa asked redundantly, not accepting Sasha's government as a proper selection, leaving Becky no choice but to groan underneath her breath and begrudgingly answer, "B."

"Oh, B the Butt Bitch? Silly me, I guess I should've inferred," Alexa smiled and side-stepped, giggling like every bit of the bitchy, high-school mean girl that she still was now, even into her mid-twenties. "I didn't recognize that name...S...Sasha?"

"Ugh-I feckin' hate you," Becky moaned, her personal frustration opening the door for Alexa to deny her yet another richly desired treat.

"Well, I guess you're really gonna hate watching someone else clean my cock off, aren't you?" Alexa cruelly replied, her hand slamming down on Charlotte's fit bum seconds later as she ordered, "Turn around, bitch. You've got a job to do."

"Yes, my Goddess! Right away, my Goddess," Charlotte mindlessly obeyed, the spank a trigger-like function in her brain, forcing her to submit to Alexa's every command. Charlotte turned to face her owner, immediately taking Bliss's cock into her mouth as her gaping asshole winked and quivered with anticipation for its next meal. Anticipation being the opposite feeling that now filled Becky Lynch.

In an instant, with the metaphorical snap of Alexa's fingers, Becky had been cut off at the knees. Her early hopes of this thing, this ghastly experience turning into something far more enjoyable appearing less-likely with each passing second, instilling a dread far stronger than the anticipation could ever hope to be. Surely, this wasn't it. Lots of tops do this, and some even revel in it like Alexa clearly did. So, this couldn't be the end of Becky's hopes to end her asshole's starvation or, at the very least, find something not-so-miserable about belonging to Alexa Bliss without conformity.

Charlotte sucked away the juices and, in doing so, sucked away Becky's chances as well. But her Irish fire couldn't be extinguished that easily! She wasn't giving up hope yet, even as Flair finished her feast, prompting Alexa to order Becky into position for her next installment of anal buggery, an order Sasha Banks couldn't help but find a heart-pounding glee in hearing the words leaving Alexa's mouth, spoken into existence.

"Alright, that'll do, Queenie," Alexa declared, snapping her fingers, subliminally forcing Charlotte to retreat back into position with the others, her gaping asshole facing out, for the audience of two. "Alright, Lucky Charms, who was it again? Oh yeah, B! Ooh, yeah, B is such a hot piece of ass, and unlike the other two, you've never seen me fuck her before. What a special moment! And to think, you get a front row seat!"

"The feck is so special about it?" Becky asked as she shuffled a few inches over, until her head was now level with Sasha's ass instead of Charlotte's. "I've seen ye fook Sasha before, in the locker room and all that!"

"Ah yes, but you've never seen me fuck B The Butt Bitch before, have you?"

"What's the difference?"

Alexa grinned and assured, "The difference is that Sasha Banks was the unbreakable switch that refused to succumb to the endless pleasure of being property to a real woman, and B is the result of Sasha Banks finally meeting a woman strong enough to tame her."

Becky rolled her eyes and dismissed, "Fine speech. But, I don't see what ye get out of praisin' Nikki Cross like that. She's just Mistress Ronnie's toy, at the end of the day."

Alexa's grin grew wider. "Oh, poor, delusional, double-cheeked up whore. Did you really buy that story? Nikki didn't break Sasha. I did. I made her B, albeit with a little help from Nikki."

Becky didn't believe it. In fact, her disbelief was so powerful, she couldn't help but burst out into laughter after processing Alexa's admission. "Ye? YE!? Ha, that's feckin' rich, Lassie! I find that harder to believe than Ol' Nikki Nightcap breakin' 'er!"

"Yeah? Well, why don't we hear an admission from the horse's mouth?" Alexa suggested, and Sasha could be heard clearing her throat.

"Lucky Charms," Sasha began, refusing to face the objects of her focus out of obligation to Alexa, and the order that she'd been given to present her ass properly. "I was broken by our Goddess, Alexa Bliss. She gave me a chance to earn Bay...I mean, FAT ASS back, and I took it. My ass in exchange for hers, and all I had to do was survive. But I couldn't. She, and Nikki, and Queenie all shoved their cocks in my hungry fucking asshole...all at once! And I loved it! I loved every second of it! And it was all thanks to Goddess Alexa that my eyes were opened!" Sasha poured out her heart, but Becky still wasn't buying.

"Yeah, whatever," Becky aggressively dismissed, taking hold of Sasha's beautiful, caramel-colored cheeks and spreading them just as wide as she had Charlotte's. "Bloody tall tale, from the sound of it! The Man's heard better stories from dumb fooks four pints into a bender!"

"It's the truth," Alexa calmly assured. "And you can share in that wealth of pleasure...that 'bliss', if you will. All you have to do is submit to me, your forever Goddess."

"Feck off," Becky proudly declined, even going as far as to remove a hand from that glorious butt and relocate it onto Sasha's personalized buttplug. As Alexa's gorgeous visage mutated into a villainous scowl, Becky slowly and defiantly plucked the toy from The Boss's ass and, upon fully removing it, placed the metal in her mouth. Banks's sweet, warm cream oozed onto her tongue and melted in her mouth, an adversarial grin adorning her face as Alexa forced herself to tampen down her sweltering rage.

She could've smacked the little bitch silly, or kicked her out, but that would've been her officially giving up and that, sadly, wasn't an option. Bliss needed this, she needed Ronda's favorite bitch and her ass on a silver platter leading up to WrestleMania. So, Alexa smiled and nodded, refusing to acknowledge the whore for the foreseeable future. It wasn't her succumbing to Becky's iron will, no, it was Alexa staying focused.

"B, let's show everyone here how good you take my cock, okay?" Bliss asked, lining up her shaft with that gaped, fluttering shitpipe, her words bringing Sasha's heart to a vigorous, continuous pump; every time with her Goddess felt like the first time.

"Of course, my Goddess. Use me however you like. I promise, I'll be good for you," Sasha assured, and Alexa didn't need any further adieu. Hell, she didn't need any adieu. Sasha, B, was hers to use and use she would. Oh yes, The Boss was about to be used to show that arrogant, red-headed whore the luxuries of being owned by the greatest top in all of WWE, a literal Goddess among the wretches, deity to all within Vince's house of horny heroines. Becky needed to learn, and unbeknownst to her, Sasha's butt was a surprisingly captivating teaching tool.

Alexa didn't waste time steadying her aim; it wasn't necessary. Sasha's asshole was so barren, so devoid of anything other than darkness that "going easy" on her would've just been plain dumb. In the wake of being regained by Bliss, Sasha's butt had been used several times per day to make up for the lost time. Hours spent in various positions, her turns always seeming longer and more drawn out than those of Bayley or Charlotte, likely due to the fact that Bliss lost Sasha shortly after claiming her. A piece of ass this good belonged in her collection, and losing it even for a brief period was an absolute travesty!

Nevertheless, Sasha had been put to use time after time since, her asshole a happy little cock depository, so awesomely empty and embarrassingly loose. Taking every inch was a breeze, not an ounce of lube or spit needed for Sasha to gleefully swallow up Alexa's whole shaft with ease. Barely a second passed from the moment of insertion before The Goddess's famously-juicy thighs came to rest against those chocolatey cheeks, Becky watching on silently, still suckling on Sasha's plug as she kept that bakery spread apart.

"There it is! Ha, see that, Lucky Charms? B is MY whore! She'd never open up that easily for someone else!" Alexa barked.

Becky spat out the butt plug before arguing, "Probably 'cause Mistress Ronnie had some fun with 'er before ye got control."

"Oh shut up, bitch," Alexa growled and, surprisingly, Becky backed down. "Yeah, just shut your big, stupid mouth and watch how The Goddess puts the hammer down! Yeaaaah, just like I did to you the night I became your new owner."

"Whatever," Becky groaned in response.

"Whatever, huh?" Alexa redundantly asked, beginning to pump in and out of Sasha's butt. "Alright. We'll see how long you keep that attitude."

Alexa's words couldn't have been spoken with more intent, more drive to prove them to be true. It wasn't just her words, either; it was her actions, as well, Bliss beginning to relentlessly assault Sasha's asshole with a volley of brutal thrusts. They weren't particularly fast but they were powerful and rough, and occurred sequentially, one after another, dragging The Boss into a dazed, mesmeric state almost immediately. Before long, her whole world was Alexa's cock, before long, every thought in her mind had faded outside of her few basic, instinctive functions. Not hunger or breathing, but serving and accepting.

Taking Alexa's cock had become a way of life, not just for Sasha but for all three women not named Becky Lynch or Alexa Bliss currently in the hotel room. Sasha was a curious case on her own though, for she, amongst the other Asswomen, was the most recent to break completely. Some would argue that she was always broken and simply paraded around as an empty, delusional shell, hell, Alexa would probably make that argument herself. But what truly changed her, enlightened her, was the night where Alexa, Nikki, and Charlotte all bummed her at the same time.

Three cocks all at once with no breaks in between, all of the strength, all of the fight ripped away from in her one vile, fell swoop. The toughest of all tough-to-crack nuts crumbled that night, a victory that should've marked the end of Alexa's quest for power, but only served as a teeny, tiny stepping stone in her own internal struggle between her two halfs: The Goddess and Little Lexi. One an overwhelming top, and the other quite possibly the most submissive bottom WWE and maybe the entire world, had ever seen.

Breaking Sasha should've been everything Alexa needed to overcome Ronda, it should've been the confidence boost to extinguish those horrific desires that seemed to creep in when Bliss was at her lowest. Breaking Sasha, creating B, should've been the end of it, but sadly only led to the most devastating moment of her young life, Nikki's help ultimately leading to Alexa promising her own ass away, a debt that Nikki Cross sought to collect whether Lexi's intentions were genuine or not.

Nikki got her way, defiling The Goddess and, even worse, making her like it. None of that was the fault of Sasha Banks, but in a weird, unexplainable way, Alexa seemed to be taking her frustrations about that night out on the one she'd renamed B the Butt Bitch. The thrusts she shot deep into Sasha's asshole were particularly more-devastating than those used on Charlotte, and while it wasn't a level of brutality that Becky wasn't used to seeing, she did notice that each pump of Alexa's hips seemed to come with a bit of malice attached.

Be that as it may, Sasha's reaction was far from concerning, the broken Legit Boss loving every second of the abuse. The harder Alexa went, the more Sasha seemed to enjoy it. There were no limits to what she could endure now that she'd embraced her new life beneath The Goddess. Every thrust was a reminder of her place in this world, and God, did it feel great to have her memory jogged.

Sasha could've kept going for hours, hell, her sex drive would probably outlast Alexa's in a one-on-one affair. But this was different, she wasn't the only one on the docket. One of only four, Four Asswomen, two of whom had yet to be fucked, and one of whom was unfamiliar with her true purpose in life. Though she selfishly wished she could have this moment alone with her Goddess, even forsaking the existence of her best friend Bayley, Sasha understood her role, and knew that tonight wasn't about her. So, when Alexa began to slow down, Banks wasn't too surprised. That, of course, didn't stop Becky from shooting her mouth off, as per usual.

"Givin' up already, Lexi? Ha, I knew it! If that's all ye got, I'm still not impressed," Becky quipped, unable to help herself from slapping Sasha's gorgeously toned and wonderfully pert bubble butt playfully.

Alexa rolled her eyes, groaning, "I'm sorry, do I look like the type to try and impress broken, used-up cockwhores? Sorry, hun, wrong mistress. I'm so, SO much more, you should know that by now. I am your Goddess, after all."

"Oh gimme a break," Becky unenthusiastically plead, taking another step out of line as her hands drifted, reaching for Bliss's big, Banks'-covered cock as it exited that shitpipe, only for Alexa to whip that shaft to the right, slapping Becky in the face. An attack that, sadly, The Man couldn't help but sell.

"Oww! The feck did ye do that fer?" Becky snapped, her response doing little outside of drawing further ire from Bliss.

"Hands off the merchandise, bitch," Bliss sassily ordered. "You don't have permission to touch my cock all willy-nilly. Of course, if you want to worship me like a good little bitch, all you need to do is beg for it. I'd be happy to oblige, Lucky Charms."

"No thanks," Becky declined, though the offer was far more tempting with that glistening rod staring back at her, mere inches away from her face.

"You sure?" Bliss doubled-down seductivly, stroking it, taunting the Irish Lasswhore. "Because I don't think you are. C'mon, beg for it. You KNOW you want to."

Becky backed away, but Alexa wasn't budging. Her persuasive efforts continued, albeit a bit softer in tone. "Just think, Lucky Charms. This cock? This big, fat cock and your asshole? Just think about the last two long, anal sexless weeks. Your butt aches, doesn't it? C'mon, just give me a reason. Please, Lucky Charms, just earn my cock already so I can fucking wreck your shitpipe like it deserves. Like it NEEDS! Just beg to be one of my Four Asswomen, and it's all yours."

This time? This time, Becky wasn't so quick to veto the proposal. Bliss's speech was convincing to say the least, and Becky's quivering, aching asshole didn't help matters. Or, you know, the fact that Alexa Bliss was completely fucking right? God, Becky wanted to get her fat ass fucked so badly, that much she wasn't ashamed to admit. Hell, she already offered to bend over several times! She just...didn't want to beg for it...didn't want to beg anyone not named Ronda Rousey.

"N-No," Becky ultimately declined, albeit very weakly.

"No?" Alexa mocked. "Becky 2 Cheeks doesn't want her ass filled? Well, fuckin' mark the day!"

"N-No, I...I do! I-I'm just not gonna beg ye fer it! I already said it, if ye want to feck me arse, have at it! I'd love to bend over, even if it's fer a lesser mistress. But the only one I'd ever beg fer it is Mistress Ronnie!"