Bow Down to the Goddess Ch. 11

In all honesty, it had been months since Becky's arse was properly spanked, and months before the last, as well. Practice makes perfect, as they say, and if one's not practicing, one can forget everything they learned along their way to perfection. In the process of becoming the perfect bottom for Mistress Ronnie, Becky's pain tolerance had dropped significantly, and as "Eleven!" became "Twenty!" and eventually "Thirty!", that became increasingly more apparent.

Even with Alexa groping and squeezing each cheek as a form of soothing rehabilitation, the pain was immeasurable. Naturally, Becky2Cheeks' pair had become a dark, twisted red, a blatant result of the abuse. To make matters worse, the spanking seemed to drag on and on, going well past that thirty and deep into the forties. By the time Becky hit "50!", she was well and truly ready to tap out, and Alexa could tell.

Number 51 came with Becky barely managing to cry out the number in response. Noticing this, Alexa asked, "Aww, what's the matter, Lucky Charms? Running out of steam?"

Delirious from the pain, Becky responded, "Aye...d-depends...h-how close a-am I te arse f-feckin'?"

"Pretty fucking far," Alexa assured with a devilish grin. "But, I know a few shortcuts."

Another smack, another response. "AH FECK!!! 52," then, once Becky regained her bearings a bit, she asked, "What...what kinda shortcuts are we talkin'?"

Bliss groaned and informed, "Well you can start by thanking your Goddess for punishing this fat ass! Every smack is one step closer to purification, made possible by yours truly. So, giving me my due is definitely step 1." Alexa finished up her speech with the next of Becky's slaps.

"53!!" Becky whimpered before adding in, "Feck...thank ye, me Goddess."

"For...." Bliss trailed, hoping to lead the hopeless towards a suitable answer.

"Fer...fer purifyin' m-me arse, right?" Becky inquired, a question that earned her another smack, which she called out in kind.

"Don't ask, whore," Alexa growled. "Tell me. You know this shit, I know you do. Wannabe Ronnie runs a sloppy shop, but there's no way she's that sloppy."

Magic number 55 came and in turn, somewhat inspired Becks to give an encore performance of sorts. "Aye, thank ye, Goddess Alexa!" Becky cried, even putting smile on Alexa's face; Lynch usually referred to her as "Lexi", a name Bliss only associated with her time as a bottom which was and IS very much DEFINITELY behind her.

"Thank ye fer spankin' me arse and makin' me earn yer cock! T-Takin' Goddess cock is a p-privilege!"

56 came and, as expected, Becky did her job. But the pain, oh so excruciating, had pulled The Man past her breaking point. She couldn't take much more, that much was obvious, and Alexa couldn't help but feel as though the words leaving her newest charge's mouth were inspired by the desire to stop the pain train from leaving the station. A desperate bitch would give anything to get what they want, right? Perhaps. Alexa was more than willing to find out.

"You're very welcome, LC. But, if you think your little speech is gonna shorten your sentence, then you're mistaken," Alexa assured, and Becky let out an audible groan. "That is, as long as your speeches are missing what I really want to hear."

"Eh?" Becky responded, mere seconds before 57, 58, 59, and 60 came crashing down, and The Man became a wailing mess. Nevertheless, she called out her numbers and waited for Alexa to explain herself.

"Sixty is good. But, one-hundred is better. That's how many times I really wanna spank these Irish Lasscheeks. Do you want that, Lucky Charms?"

With a whimper, Becky shook her head and begged, "Please no."

"Okay, so sixty it is!" Alexa perked up. "Do you wanna know how you can skip the last 40?"

Becky nodded her head slowly.

"It's simple," Alexa assured. "I'm gonna ask you some questions and you're gonna tell me what I want to hear. And trust me, I mean 'what I want to hear'. And you're gonna say it like you mean it, too! Got it?"

"Y-Yes...me Goddess," Becky agreed with gulp; she knew where this was going.

"Okay, good. So, first question: Who do you belong to?"

Simple right? But even a moment's hesitation, a single lapse in cognitive function was enough to earn her another spank, this one coming with a message from The Goddess. "Don't think, bitch! I don't want you to think! Shut off your mind and obey me! Obey your Goddess!"

Becky nodded in agreement, and Alexa restated her question, "Now, who do you belong to?"

"Ye. I belong to ye now, me Goddess," Becky answered honestly as Alexa caressed The Man's beaten bum.

"Good, good. Now, question number two: Do you still wish to serve Ronda, your previous owner?"

Thankfully, Becky knew the right answer.

"No. Only ye."

Bliss smiled and continued, "Alright, perfect. Number three: Who is the strongest woman in WWE?"

"Me Goddess, Alexa Bliss," Becky answered, savoring the soft touch of Alexa's hand on her beaten, battered bum; now that a spank was less likely to follow, it was actually quite soothing.

"Elaborate," Alexa ordered. "Tell me how your former mistress pales in comparison."

There it was! The exact command Becky had been dreading! Just telling Bliss what she wanted to hear, that she was the strongest, was easy. Actually breaking down why, and why Mistress Ronnie was technically inferior, was tough. And terrible, mostly because as much as she wanted her arse fucked, Becky's heart still belonged to Rowdy. But, desperate women, right?

Keeping at least semi-loyal to Mistress Ronnie was her goal until WrestleMania, when The Baddest would inevitably beat Little Miss and earn her back. That was her long-term goal, at least. In the short-term, Becks was focused on getting bummed at all costs, and when cocks and assholes are involved, short-term is always 1A to the long-term's 1B for anal-loving bottoms. So, Mistress Ronnie be damned, she decided to suck it up and submit.

"Mistress Ronnie...Ronnie, me old Mistress, she's a fake. Not the real deal like ye! Ay, it's true! Yer right! Why else would she hide out in her own dressin' room? It's 'cause she wants to limit her time around other tops! Especially ye, 'cause ye are the biggest threat to her alpha title. And, the biggest threat to her virgin arse!"

Despite hardly meaning a word, Becky didn't phone in her performance. She gave it her all, putting on the most-believable act she could and, unsurprisingly, Bliss bought every syllable. Mostly because in her mind, Becky's bullshit was the cold, hard truth. Ronda's time was, in fact, up, and when 'Mania finally came around, Ronda would finally be handing over her cherry to a real woman.

Alexa nodded with a smile as she insisted, "All true! Very well said, Lucky Charms. Of course, I'm aware of the possibility that you don't mean a word of it..."

Becky's heart dropped. Then, Alexa continued. "But, who cares? You're already mine, anyway! Now, and forevermore. Which has earned you this little beauty right here," Bliss accentuated her point by tugging on Becky's collar. "See? Property of The Goddess. You're mine and, considering you finally realize that, I think you've earned..."

"Feck yeah!" Becky shouted, almost completely forgetting the pain she was forced to endure, and the lingering effects of over sixty brutal spankings.

"Whoa, whoa, hold on! You haven't earned my cock just yet! Hold your horses," Alexa established confidently. "But, I think I'm willing to allow you the privilege of wearing another piece of your uniform. That is, if you're ready to accept it."

It took Becky a few moments to realize what Alexa had meant, but when it finally hit her, her eyes widened to an obscene degree. At long last, The Goddess was gonna plug Becky's ass! Right? Becky hoped and prayed that at the very least, her empty butt would get that much relief but, sadly, it wasn't meant to be.

Bliss snapped her fingers, sending B the Butt Bitch, formerly known as Sasha Banks disappearing into another room before coming out momentarily, a Sharpie marker in her hand. The writing tool was quickly passed to The Goddess by way of Charlotte, who bestowed it upon Alexa to pop the cap and begin to write. Bliss's penmanship wasn't fantastic by any means, but when all was said and done, even the dimwitted could've read the words she wrote across Becky's ass. That is, except for Becky, obviously.

"Wh-What'd ya write there, Goddess?" Becky asked, finding herself referring to Bliss as "Goddess" easier and easier.

Bliss smiled, passing the marker back down to Charlotte, who re-capped it and held it close. "What you wouldn't let me write last night. Duh!" Alexa giggled to herself, while Becks' face twisted into a puzzled expression. "What, you don't remember?"

Shamefully, Becky shook her head..

"Ugh," Alexa groaned. "FAT ASS, would you do me a favor and read what it says here on Lucky Charms' butt?"

"Of course, my Goddess," Bayley agreed and proudly stated, "It says 'Asswoman Number One: Lucky Charms'."

Grabbing a handful of that famous orange hair and yanking back on it tightly, Alexa asked, "Sound familiar, slut? It's written in the same style as those on B, Queenie, and FAT ASS' fat asses."

"Yes...yes, me Goddess," Becky struggled, but ultimately responded compliantly.

"So, are you ready to properly embrace your new life as one of my Asswomen? Yesterday, you weren't exactly game."

Truthfully, Becky still found the names and whole "Asswomen" thing to be a bit much. But this was Alexa's game and, understandably, she was the game master. They were playing by her rules and, if Becks was ever gonna get bummed, she'd have to follow them because obviously, Alexa wasn't afraid to drag all of this out until everyone was on the same page.

"It's easy, Lucky Charms," Alexa continued to coerce. "Just admit that you're one of my Asswomen and we can move onto something a little more fun." That was all the confirmation that The Man needed.

Becky lowered her head and admitted, "Yes, I am one of yer Arsewomen."

"And your name is?" Alexa asked, unable to help herself from giggling afterwards.

"Lucky Charms," Becky admitted with a sigh.

"Ah, I know, bitch, I just like hearing you say it. And on that note, I think you should put together something a bit more concrete. Don't just tell me that you're one of my Asswomen, fucking make me feel it!"

Becky hesitated momentarily, but the slight pause led Bliss to cock her hand back, feigning another devastating smack. That threat quickly got Becky's gears turning, forcing her creative juices to come up with another of those little speeches Alexa had gotten so fond of hearing over the last 24 hours.

"Aye, alright then. Lucky Charms is me name...the name me Goddess gave me, and I'm one of your Four Asswomen. Along with B, FAT ASS, and..." referring to Charlotte by her Goddess-given name wasn't easy considering their history, but Becky ultimately managed to pull through. "And Queenie. We used to be trailblazers. We used to run this company but now we all belong to ye! The strongest woman in WWE...the alpha."

Becky's last words were solemn, almost like the last of whatever topping aspirations she used to carry leaving her body all at once. Which, in and of itself was strange, considering those should've seeped out when Ronda tamed her Irish arse. Nevertheless, Becky's performance was suitable, as expected, and Bliss was quite impressed.

"Well done...well fucking done, bitch," Alexa praised, softly caressing Becks' clean, ginger hair. "That's the kinda shit I like to hear! I said to make me feel it and fuck if you didn't and then some! That's good...so good, I think you've earned another reward."

Again, Becky perked up, her mind and asshole so empty, her morality so far passed depraved that any possible "reward" was immediately associated with a long, hard butt-fucking. Sadly, her expectations were quickly dampered again, though this time, her prize was more than a piece of degrading calligraphy written across her delicious bum. No, this time, it was much, much more.

"If ye don't mind me askin', Goddess...what is it that I've earned?" Becky questioned weakly, speaking out of turn, an act that led Bliss to cock her hand back again, threatening another smack. Becky flinched and Alexa giggled deliriously again, but ultimately decided against spanking that pair of incredible cheeks. Instead, she elaborated.

"First and foremost, don't ever question your Goddess, understand? That shit does not fly, under any circumstances. Ain't that right, B?"

Immediately, Sasha answered, "Hell yes, my Goddess. It took me a few days to learn, but thankfully I had you to punish me every time I made a mistake. Be happy, LC, 'cause Goddess isn't gonna keep letting little outbursts like that slide! Right? Please tell me you'll punish her if she talks out of line again, Goddess Alexa? Because I really like seeing you spank her ass!"

Alexa rolled her eyes and dismissed, "Yeah, like I care what you want, whore." Sasha lowered her pretty purple-haired head and fell back in line, leaving the floor to her Goddess. "Anyway, you get the idea. Think before you speak. Got it?"

"Yes, me Goddess," Becky confirmed softly, almost surprised by the level of authority that such a small woman was able to command; she'd seen Alexa get heated before, obviously, but experiencing it firsthand was still new.

"Good, I'm gonna hold you to that. Now, to answer your question..." Alexa's explanation trailed as she snapped her fingers again and motioned towards Becky. In an instant, Bayley and Charlotte, the stronger of Alexa's Asswomen, arose and lifted Becks from their Goddess's waist, promptly setting her down on her knees and holding her in place. Lucky Charms felt a sting in her rear, no doubt the feeling of the heels of her feet digging into her beaten, battered ass cheeks; it hurt, but she toughed it out in the end. Then, Alexa spread her legs, the soft fabric of her robe stepping aside until Becky's eyes were looking directly at Little Miss Bliss's holy womanhood. Understandably, her little lesbian heart began to beat.

Alexa stuck her index and middle fingers in her mouth, briefly suckling them before removing and redirecting them down to her divine, shaved muff. A little saliva, just enough to put towards what spanking Becky's whore ass had already contributed as she slowly toyed her moistening box and explained, "You've been pretty well-behaved so far today, LC. Listening to your Goddess, understanding your place...denouncing your old mistress. It's all very pleasant to me."

Becky smiled softly, but felt a sharp pain in her right shoulder in the coming seconds, quickly followed by The Queen whispering, "What do you say, bitch?" underneath her breath, praying that her Goddess wouldn't hear. Becky understood the assignment and addressed, "Thank ye, me Goddess."

"You're welcome, whore," Bliss accepted with a smile before continuing. "But, as I was saying, you're doing much better today, so I've decided to lighten your load a little. How does that sound?"

"Feckin' incredible! Thank ye, Goddess! Thank ye so feckin' much!" Becky perked up, that Irish fire that had basically been missing since her spanking began back in full effect.

"Again, you're welcome. But, don't get ahead of yourself. I'm not bending you over just yet. You know when you'll get that, right?"

Becky came back down momentarily as she admitted, "Ye. I'll get yer cock up me bum when I earn it."

Bliss nodded confidently and confirmed, "Right. And you haven't done that just yet. But, consider this your victory road. A chance to take what you want, a chance to show me you deserve it! You want that, don't you, Lucky Charms?"

"Aye," Becky agreed. "I do, Goddess. More than anythin'."

"Alright, then I suppose we shouldn't keep beating around the bush! Based on your current position and what I'm doing right now, you can probably guess what your next task is," Alexa said vaguely, still leisurely playing with her heavenly cunt.

"Yeah, I think so," Becky confirmed, beginning to bring her face towards the place of worship, only to be stopped by one The Goddess's feet.

"Hold your horses, I said," Bliss firmly ordered, leading Becks to quickly apologize, shooting over a "Sorry, me Goddess," in record time. Alexa ignored the plea and instead moved her perfect little foot down from Becky's forehead and in front of The Man's mouth before continuing her explanation. "I'm not giving you a chance to get your fat ass fucked, Lucky Charms...not yet at least. But what I am giving you, is an opportunity to earn that right. Mmmm....a chance to earn your ass-fucking by worshiping me and my perfect body. Would you like that?"

"Aye," Becky agreed happily. After all, pleasuring The Goddess would easily be the most enjoyable thing she's done in weeks. "I'd love to."

"Okay then," Alexa settled, wiggling her toes. "Stop staring and start kissing."

Becky didn't need to be told twice. Immediately, she brought her face up to Bliss's heel and started showering it in kisses. Though the stay was short, The Man quickly covered new ground as her full lips rose up the bottom of Alexa's foot. Considering their position, it was only a matter of time before Bliss couldn't comfortably hold her leg up anymore; to combat this, she brought her foot back down to the floor, giving herself a much easier resting place for Becky to resume her worship. And worship she did, The Man immediately returning her lips to Alexa's little foot, peppering each toe with smooches before tackling the rest of the surface area. Before long, Becks has covered the top of The Goddess's right trotter and skillfully found her way to the other.

Becky didn't hesitate to offer the same amount of care and attention to Alexa's left. There was no shame in her game, and understandably. After all, this was far from Becky's first rodeo or, more accurately, her first time kissing feet pathetically. Though it had been a while since Ronda's hefty schedule, Becky had been forced to do it dozens of times, most notably by Charlotte and their hundreds of nights together. So it was hardly embarrassing as a standalone act, let alone as the direct path to arse-feckin' bliss.

But this road wasn't so easily traveled, that much Alexa had yet to reveal. Though, now that each of her tootsies had been properly pampered, she figured now to be as good a time as any to do so. "You might wanna hurry up, bitch," Bliss advised.

Naturally, Becky looked up, confused, her tongue coiled around one of Alexa's big toes. After spitting it out, she asked, "What do ye mean?"

"I mean you've only got four minutes left," Bliss vaguely informed again, still leaving out a few key details to sadistically wind Becky's time down further.

"To do what?" Becky asked again, bordering along slightly annoyed and painfully subservient.

"To eat my pussy and make me cum, dummy. And I wanna cum harder than I ever have before too, so you better give me the best that your mouth has to offer!"

Becky, unable to hide her frustration, furrowed her brows and pointed out, "But ye never said I was on a time limit!"

"Are you questioning me again?" Bliss growled, quickly making Becky rethink her annoyance.

The Man shook her head slowly and confirmed, "No, me Goddess. Sorry."

"Okay, now get to work. You want that fat ass fucked, don't you? So, give me the best orgasm of my life, and give it to me within now...three minutes since the clock was still ticking, and you'll get what you want. You have my word," Alexa assured.

With everything Alexa had put her through, Becky wasn't even sure if The Goddess's "word" was even worth anything anymore. But, in any case, only one woman here had the power to fill Becks' bum, so trust her she did, Becky diving in for a sweet slice of blissful heaven. Naturally, given that time was already running short, The Man didn't waste any getting into the nitty gritty, immediately pressing her tongue against The Goddess's moist slit.