Bow Down to the Goddess Ch. 10

Alexa grinned. "I want you to keep that in mind once your tune changes. Trust me, Luckster, I know your type. Addicts can only turn down a fix for so long, especially in the company of other users."

Becky found the courage, as well as ignoring her quivering asshole long enough to sternly reply, "I'll never beg."

"We'll see about that," Alexa slyly remarked before slapping Sasha on the bum sharply, just like she did after fucking Charlotte and, also like Queenie, B turned around and cleaned the filthy mess she'd left on Alexa's cock. All the while, Becky watched on with shameless jealousy. Wandering eyes that Bliss couldn't help but pick fun at.

"Hey, bitch, don't you have a job to do? Shuffle those lass-cheeks over and spread FAT ASS's fat ass for me! Now, and make it snappy!" Alexa directed as Sasha sucked and slobber over her dick, The Boss the queen of sloppy-toppy when it came to the Four Asswomen. Her throat game was strong, no doubt, her vibrant purple hair providing an excellent visual as her head bobbed up and down and she'd cleaned every inch. Once she had, she quickly fell back in line, and as such, Bliss moved on to Sasha's best friend and fellow whore, Bayley.

Alexa took her natural position behind Bayley, those huge, mountainous mounds completely covering her prized possession, that being the buttplug Goddess Alexa had gifted her. Bayley cherished that thing as if it was a blessing from the second-coming of Christ, and in a way, it was. That little piece of metal, six inches in length and about three wide, was Bayley's whole world, a symbol of whom she belonged to and her purpose in life, only revealed now that Becky was spreading her delicious, humongous cheeks apart.

God, what an ass! Arguably the fattest ass in wrestling history, so carefully covered up during Bayley's in-ring escapades but so freely flaunted throughout her backroom sexcapades. It was almost ridiculous how fat her ass really was, and Becky couldn't help but notice how the recent months spent as Alexa's permanent housepet and outside of the gym had only made that massive fucking dumper even fatter. It was almost comically huge; Bayley more closely resembled a character from one of those naughty anime cartoons than a professional wrestler.

Now, after almost a year of being Alexa's slave, Bayley was more pathetic than ever. Already a laughing stock for her childish gimmick and subpar win-loss record, poor, helpless Bayley's status stooped to new lows, yet it hardly mattered anymore. Always seen as inferior to her fellow Horsewomen, now Asswomen, Bayley no longer cared about the Fan's gratification, or money, or even her life-long love of professional wrestling. Now, all that mattered was Goddess Alexa, serving, and using her body to worship Goddess Alexa. Nothing else.

Bayley loved Alexa more than she'd ever loved anything. Just the simple act of her personalized butt plug being removed hurt, even if Alexa was the one doing the removing, based on the simple fact as it felt like a part of her was being ripped away. Of course, it rarely hurt for long considering that having that plug plucked from her bumhole meant that she was only moments away from something much bigger taking its place, a form of pain reliever that would make Tylenol or Advil blush.

Once the plug was fully extracted, and Bayley's horribly gaped asshole was on full display, Alexa began to line up her cock. As she did, she issued a another order to her not-so-subordinate bitch, Becky Lynch.

"Keep your eyes on the prize, Lucky Charms. I want your eyes on my cock and that asshole at all times, or so help me God!"

"Alright, alright, I get it! Now, feckin' get on with it, Lassie. Me feckin' hands 'er getting sore from all this spreading'!" Becky snapped, once again drawing the ire of her new owner.

"Sooner or later, I'm gonna make you pay for talking back to me like a disobedient little cunt. But we'll save all of your real difficult punishments for later, since I'm already putting you through the most gruesome torment imaginable by keeping your slutty fucking asshole empty," Bliss assured with a wide grin, and Becky lowered her head. "Alright, good. Now, remember, eyes locked on the action. And as for you, FAT ASS, I'm wondering why you haven't started begging yet! My cock is this close to your butt and yet, you haven't begged yet? Hurry up, before someone else scoops up your turn!"

Bayley felt her heart skip a beat. "Sorry, my Goddess!" She quickly apologized before clearing her throat and scrambling to prepare a speech. "Please, use my hole. It's all I'm good for! I'm a human cocksleeve for you, my Goddess! My asshole getting to worship your cock is my only purpose in life! Please, please, please, give me purpose!"

Even Becky couldn't help but be impressed by how powerful Alexa's hold on the former Hugger's mind was. Somehow, it far exceeded that of the other two, a stunning fact when Charlotte and Sasha already worship Little Miss Bliss as it is. Though, Becky didn't get to dwell on that information for too long before Alexa pulled her attention in a different direction by stuffing her cock inside Bayley's fat butt.

"Ooh fuck, there it is! That's it, FAT ASS, gimme that shit! Mine, mine, mine!" Alexa gloated, quickly filling that hole with everything she had and pumping her hips with reckless abandon. Much like the others, building up the pace wasn't necessary, allowing Bliss to release all five feet of her fury on that pooper as Becky watched on, her eyes glued to the action, just Alexa ordered.

"It's yours, my Goddess," Bayley weakly assured. "All yours. A-Always."

"Ha, that's what I said, bitch! Mine and nobody else's! Because nobody can fuck this huge fucking ass like me!" Alexa gloated, blatantly raising her voice so it could be heard over the sound of Bayley's fat ass cheeks clapping.

"Nobody," Bayley whimpered. "Mmmm-nobody."

"I uhh, I think Mistress Ronnie'll beg to differ," Becky combatted, though her words sounded far less confident than she intended.

Alexa furrowed her brows and asked, "Is that so?", and Becky nodded her head.

"Really? Well, you must've forgotten that FAT ASS here chose me over your precious Ronnie way back when I first started this little conquest mission. You remember, don't you?"

"Of course I remember, so what? It means nothin', Lassie! Mistress Ronnie could have whoever she wants! If she really wanted Ol' Bayley, she woulda fecked yer arse to get 'er!"

Alexa couldn't help but grin at Becky's delusion. "Well then, why hasn't she? Why has she waited so long to strike me down, Lucky Charms? Surely she can force little old me into submission, right?" Bliss then switched to a slower pace, a way of keeping her breath intact to ensure that she didn't get winded during this verbal back and forth. Sadly though, it was for naught since, for the first time, Becky didn't have a comeback ready made.

"C'mon, let's hear it! Tell us all how your perfect little Mistress could've owned me a long time ago! What's the hold-ups, Lucks?" Alexa goaded, but still Becky remained silent. "Oh, I know...it's because you don't really believe all that garbage that comes out of your mouth, isn't it? Smart fuckdoll. You already know what me and everyone else know: that Ronda Rousey is a washed-up, wannabe top who sat by, watching as I plucked bitch after bitch from grasp because she was too scared to challenge me!"

Finally, after forcing her brain cells into overdrive, Becky managed a response. "Oh yeah? Well, how come Mistress Ronnie challenged ye at all then? She wasn't scared when she handed me and Sasha over then, was she, Lass? No! Yeah, and how come ye were shiverin' like that in her presence, huh? I think yer talkin' bollocks, Lex!"

"Bullocks, you say? You don't think for a second that a Goddess like me has a reason for everything I do? Because that shivering was all an act, Lucky Charms! I wanted Ronda to think I was afraid of her, so she'd assume that a challenge to me would guarantee her success. She fell for my trap, hook, line, and fucking sinker! Hahahahahaha!!!"

Wicked as Alexa's laugh may be, her brain hadn't been thinking that far ahead. Luckily, she'd been blessed at birth with the gift of gab, even more so than The Man. A trait that seemed to grow the ass she pounded, Bayley's fat cheeks clattering around as if an earthquake was destroying the scenery, a transformative boost to Alexa's Goddess-like abilities. It was in these moments that she truly transcended into something more, something convincing enough to not only stand atop WWE's hierarchical mountain, but to kick The Baddest Woman on The Planet from her place, as well. Which was why, even though her words were complete dog shit, Becky Lynch bought into what she was saying.

"Stunned again? Typical dumb ass whore. I can't believe this is news to you but, it's better you find out like this, anyway. Ronda? Yeah, she's done for. Sacked! It's curtains! I'm telling you, Lucky Charms, I can't wait until WrestleMania! I'm gonna take that bitch's anal cherry in front of everyone! Embarrass her for even daring to challenge her one, true Goddess! Hahaha!"

"That can't be possible," Becky tried to deny. "There's no way! Ronnie'll never bow to ye!"

"She'll have no choice," Alexa reminded. "Face it, her time is up! And I'll bet you secretly want it to be, too!"

"That's...that's not true," Becky tried to deny, going as far as to look away, turning her attention from that cock going in and out of Bayley's ruined asshole, against Alexa's orders.

"No, no, don't look away, Lucky Charms. Eyes on the prize," Alexa reminded, then when Becky ignored, Bliss snapped, grabbing a fistful of her bright orange hair and using it to guide Lynch's line of sight back onto the action. Becky resisted for a moment, but quickly found herself calmed by the stunning and vile way that Bayley's bum was rammed; the way she wished for her own aching asshole to be treated.

"There you go. See, that's better right? You, doing as I say? That's such a good feeling isn't it?" Alexa softly murmured, taking her words a step further once Becky had eased and caressing that vibrant mane at her pet-to-be. "Yeah, doesn't it feel good to obey me?"

Becky ignored, but that didn't stop Alexa from continuing to pry.

"Aww, c'mon, just tell me. You wanna be my bitch, don't you? Admit it! I'm not stupid, I know the truth already so just say it!"

Again, nothing.

"Hmm...that's interesting. Well, I'll tell you one thing: your silence speaks volumes. It's when you're silent that you tell me without actually telling me."

"Oh yeah, well-" Becky started, hoping to prove Alexa wrong, but was quickly shut down.

"Nope, shut up. The only real woman in the room hasn't finished speaking," Alexa interrupted before continuing her speech. "You want my dick, Lucky Charms, you said that much yourself. But said you'd never beg me for it. Is that still true? Are you willing to beg for what you want after watching all three of your fellow Asswomen dabble before you?"

"N-No?" Becky responded, inadvertently posing it as a question and subtly answering Alexa's in the process.

"No? That's not a very confident no, now is it? C'mon, it's not that hard! Just beg! Beg me, just like you did the last time I blessed your worn-out little fuckhole! You had no problem doing it in front of Ronda, yet now you can't?"

Becky simply shook her head.

"Why...oh, I know why," Alexa assured before explaining, "It's because you know that the second you do, there's no going back, isn't it? Nope, you'll be all mine! I mean, you already are anyway! But at least if you resist, you can convince yourself otherwise. But I know the truth."

"You don't know nothin'!" Becky fought.

Bliss grinned and recommended, "You keep saying that, Lucky Charms. Keep that same attitude as you deprive yourself from what you truly desire."

Becky wanted to be fucked, she needed to be fucked, that much she admitted minutes after entering. But, it wasn't worth begging, disregarding the woman she desperately wished to serve again, Ronda. In the heat of the moment, Becky had begged Alexa to fuck her and make her cum, for that matter, but that was when she already had a cock lodged in her arsehole. When she wasn't thinking clearly which, unfortunately, was getting even harder to do in her current setting, as well.

Watching Bayley's cheeks quake, glancing up ever-so-slightly to see The Goddess pummeling that dumper with everything she had, the look on her face a mixture of determination and infatuation that did little except add fuel to Becky's desires. Her aching asshole was, in fact, begging. Begging the woman herself to make a decision for the betterment of all. Becky's asshole was pleading for Becky to "man" up and accept fate for what it truly is: inevitable.

The longer Becky's eyes were glued to the action, the harder she began to sell herself on the idea of giving in, on submitting to Alexa, at least for the time being. Ronnie was going to win her back later, right? So, what was the harm in playing along with Little Miss Bliss until everything goes back to normal? Why fight a pointless fight? An unwinnable fight? A fight that Becky never wanted to win anyway?

So, she stopped fighting.

"Alright," Becky relented, capturing Alexa's attention. "Please, feck me arse, Goddess Alexa."

"Nope. That's not gonna cut it, whore. Try again, and this time, gimme some passion, yeah?" Alexa remarked.

"Ugh, fine," Becky sighed and began to collect her thoughts, throwing together the best begging performance she could possibly manage. "C'mon, Goddess, bless me with yer cock! Ay, it was incredible last time, I admit it! Ye made me cum real hard, so ye did! So hard that I've been thinkin' 'bout that big fat cock poundin' me arse ever since! Please, please, please let me bend over fer ya!"

Becky's raw display of pathetic prayer was impressive, so much so that Bliss was ready to give in and claim her prize. But, after playing hardball all night up to this point, the hardheaded redhead getting what she wanted wasn't going to be so easy. She didn't just need to understand her place, but also to suffer for her lack of understanding. Becky needed to pay the price, and sadly, only one form of payment would do.

"I like it," Alexa confirmed, Becky quickly perking up in response, only to be brought back down just as fast. "But not enough to give you what you want."

"Huh?" Becky cluelessly asked, leading Alexa to explain.

"What I mean to say is that even though I enjoyed your pathetic little display, you haven't earned the right to worship me yet."

Becky groaned, "And why the 'ell not?"

"Because you've been a mouthy little bitch since the moment you stepped through that door. So if you wanna experience The Goddess, then you've got to work a bit harder. And you're going to do that by...." Alexa brought the pace of her movements back down to a crawl as she prepared to reveal the next phase of Becky's humiliation.

Slowly, she plucked her cock from Bayley's asshole, that overused sphincter gaping tremendously as always, a state that it would likely stay in for several minutes at the very least. Bliss stood up, a smile on her heavenly face, and explained, "By being a collection bitch."

"A...a what?" Becky asked genuinely.

"A collection bitch, Lucky Charms. As in, I'm gonna keep fucking the other three Asswomen who actually appreciate their Goddess. They're going to ride me, and you're gonna set that pretty little face of yours right on the best seat in the house, just below the action and in the process, catch everything that falls below. Be it ass juice, pussy juice, or cum, if you're especially lucky, it better land in your mouth or on your face or so help me God Lucky Charms, I'll never fuck your ass again!"

Becky looked back at Alexa solemnly; for the first time, Bliss's sternness wasn't taken in vain. The Man was at a complete loss for words, and yet, the filthiest side of her, distant from her arrogance and brashness, couldn't help but get excited. Upon hearing the cold silence, Alexa reiterated, "Can you manage that, bitch? Can you make your Goddess happy? Because if you can, I think you'll finally earn my cock in your ass."

Truthfully, Becky knew that Alexa was just toying with her, jerking her around because she could. Nobody else in the room was capable of giving Becky's fat Irish cheeks what they needed, what they deserved. Only Little Miss Bliss, and thus, Lynch would've done anything. Acting as collection bitch was light work, hell, it was arguably the best job she's had all night.

"I can do that, no problem," Becky cockily assured. "That is, if yer finally gonna feck me arse when all is said and done."

"Why don't we just wait and see if you actually have what it takes? Remember: one drop lost and you're done! Out! Get it?"

"Yeah, I got it," Becky confirmed, conflicting emotions seeping through her words as she waited for Alexa to direct traffic.

"Okay, now...B? Would you like to do the honors of testing Lucky Charms' endurance first?"

Was that supposed to be a question?

"Of course! Oh thank you, my Goddess! Thank you so much," Sasha pathetically pleaded as her colleagues sighed, upset that the first opportunity to ride Goddess Alexa was so easily gifted to The Boss. Nevertheless, it wasn't their decision to make.

Alexa sauntered over to a large, empty space on the carpet and plopped her big bubble butt down, motioning for Sasha and Becky to join her. Sasha couldn't have run fast enough, straddling her owner in record time, while Becky moved a bit slower, mostly because it was Banks who'd be worshiping Alexa's huge strap-on cock, not her. Naturally, Sasha positioned herself facing away from Alexa, those plump, caramel cheeks directly in Lexi's line of sight, just as they normally would be. Becky's little test slipped Sasha's mind but, luckily, a quick slap to that bum had The Boss turning around and facing her Goddess, opening the door for The Man to take her place.

"Alright, now you get behind little B here, and you-" Alexa began and, already understanding the task at hand, Becky interrupted, "I know what I'm doin', lass."

Alexa growled, "First of all, bitch, don't ever cut me off again, okay? That shit doesn't fucking fly with me! And second, I'd be willing to bet that you're not as informed as you think you are. But go ahead, prove me wrong."

"Alright then! Prove ye wrong I will!" Becky cockily assured, a confident grin on her face as she laid down, her back flat on the carpet and her face between Alexa's thighs, just below Sasha's ass. There she lay, patiently waiting for the action to unfold, only for Bliss to squish The Lasskicker's head between her meaty thighs.

"Wrong! Damn, I called it, didn't I?"

Becky fought out of Alexa's deathgrip and jolted forward, asking, "The 'ell?! Wrong? The feck do ye mean wrong?"

"I mean you're wrong, whore! And what did I tell you about watching you're fucking mouth when you talk to me, huh?" Alexa snapped.

"But I-"

"Nope, save it," Alexa interrupted. "I guess you don't want my cock after all. Go! Shoo! I'm done with you."

"No wait! Please, I want yer cock! I'm sorry!"

Alexa smiled; she'd never heard Becky apologize before. "Sorry, huh? Why don't you put that sorry into something a bit more definite? Then, I'll consider accepting it."

Becky, knowing that Alexa was dead serious about wanting an actual, heartfelt apology, got to thinking about what she should say. Then, when she felt as though she'd collected enough sufficient thoughts, began to gush. "I'm sorry, Goddess Alexa. I was wrong fer doubtin' ye. I promise, I won't do it again. And I swear, I'll get it right this time if ya gimme another shot!"

"That's nice but...you didn't tell me who was sorry?" Alexa alluded, and when Becky clearly had no idea what The Goddess was on about, clarified, "Introduce yourself, and then apologize."