Bow Down to the Goddess Ch. 11

Meanwhile, Charlotte kept herself busy, reacquainting herself with Becky's beautiful, jiggly arse. The Queen shook and wobbled those cheeks, she playfully patted and swatted at them like a kitten toying with a ball of yarn. Charlotte understood that, not only was Becky's asshole so used, so worn-out that a rimjob was borderline unnecessary with all of the spit she'd accumulate from Sasha and Bayley's mouths, but that she'd also have a bit of time to really enjoy Becks' butt. Alexa usually lost track of time when fucking a bitch's throat, and with two worshiping her dick, Flair was pretty sure that a little refamiliarizing wasn't going to hurt her.

But, of course, the sight of those cheeks, at one point in her life a pair of cheeks that belonged to her, kept Charlotte's mouth watering. And while playing patty cake with that already sore booty was incredibly fun, her desires couldn't be delayed forever. It had been nearly a year since Charlotte had tasted Becky's ass, and after several minutes of teasing, the time came to end that drought once and for all.

Flair spread those cheeks as far apart as she could, her eyes immediately darting to Lynch's core. That far-too-tight butthole, malnourished and unfed, winking as it impatiently anticipated her tongue's arrival. The sight of that sphincter quickly left Charlotte a drooling mess, The Queen stopping and staring far longer than she would've liked but, eventually, got her act together and dove in, ready to accomplish her task. Which, honestly, was the easiest job of her life.

You never work a day in your life when you're doing what you love, as they say, and Charlotte Flair loved nothing in this world more than making out with Becky's butthole. Except for her Goddess, of course, but even that was a stretch, though she'd never admit it. It just tasted so good, and the feeling of those cheeks surrounding her face was so warm and familiar. The second her tongue washed against that tasty opening, years of memories dating back to Becky's first day in NXT came rushing in.

There was a time when this was the norm, when Charlotte wouldn't dream of lathering Becky's bum with her saliva for anyone but herself. Naturally, any freewill, any kind of cognitive action Flair could even dream of performing had to be approved by her Goddess now, but even that commanding control couldn't stop Charlotte from remembering those tender moments when Becky arse was her's and only her's. When Becky still had a little self-respect.

Back then, Becks was still kidding herself, still dreaming of becoming a top that could rival Charlotte, Alexa, and, eventually, Ronda. In those days, it was rare for Becky to get bummed more than once a day. That schedule was bad for any aspiring top, sure, but when you're only bending over for the reigning-alpha, it could definitely get worse. Charlotte never kept her plugged, she rarely fucked Becky as hard as she would've liked because, unlike those who came after her, Charlotte cared for Becky. As much as she loved bumming her, she wanted her friend to succeed just as much.

The same couldn't be said now though. All of those aspirations were gone, erased in the name of endlessly spreading her cheeks for Ronda and anyone The Rowdy One allowed. Becky had gone from respected champion who happened to be fuck buddies with the alpha, to one of the most broken, bottom of the barrel buttsluts in all of WWE, proven by how easily Charlotte's tongue slipped inside of that backdoor, pushing inside without an ounce of effort, something Flair would've never allowed back in the day.

Becky had changed and, so too, had the rest of The Asswomen. Charlotte herself obviously had the biggest fall from grace, going from alpha to broken bottom passed between tops within a matter of weeks. Bayley's situation was self-explanatory given the fact that she whole-heartedly welcomed the name "FAT ASS" as if it was the greatest compliment she'd ever received. And Sasha, the woman currently getting her throat throttled like a piece of meat, had probably the most topsy-turvy run of all.

Sasha was never, ever, anything more than a low-level switch. At times, she bent over so often that most switches took offense to sharing the same label as The Boss. It was only her in-ring successes, her win record that would bring her to the highest of highs despite the lowest of lows behind the scenes, that Sasha Banks was considered a switch. But that, of course, all came to an end thanks to The Goddess.

Well, actually...thanks to The Goddess and Nikki Cross, but Bliss preferred to look back on the moment she broke the world's toughest of tough-to-crack nuts with a bit of revisionist history, for obvious reasons. At one point, Banks wouldn't be caught dead mindlessly obeying another until there was at least ten inches of rubber jammed up her fat, mocha booty. Now though? The Boss didn't give a fuck! Goddess Alexa was the shit! She was a way of life, her reason for being, and she sucked that cock with all the enthusiasm of a hundred crackheads, even though it wouldn't be her slutty ass that would get to enjoy it. Though, "sucking" wasn't exactly the best way to describe how Sasha was being used.

Rather, what began as a fairly standard blowjob quickly devolved, as it usually did, into a brutal skull-fucking, something Bliss usually found Sasha to be particularly "made for". Maybe it was the vibrant, purple hair that flopped around as her head was used like a Fleshlight. Perhaps The Boss's loud mouth and typically arrogant personality provided fuel to Alexa's already kindled fire. Maybe it was just really, really fucking fun to reduce the woman whom back in NXT she used to call Mistress, to nothing more than a mouth and throat. In any case, ramming her cock down Banks' windpipe was a grand old time, but one that had a shelf life as long as The Hugger was kneeling alongside her best friend.

When Bliss had her fill of Sasha's throat, she plucked her cock from that mouth, a long strand of spit clinging to the tip, and offered it to Bayley, who graciously opened her mouth to accept. Sasha, teary-eyed from the abuse, became the watcher as Bayley worked that shaft, bobbing up and down, lathering a layer of her own saliva along every inch before, just as quickly as had happened to her, Goddess Alexa began to pump her hips. Slowly at first, as per usual, Bliss gradually built her pace and gave Bayley time to properly prepare for the incoming abuse. Abuse that, soon, would find her looking as just as disheveled as The Boss, her face red and tears streaming from each eye but, happy-as-can-be.

Speaking of happy-as-can-be, Charlotte was loving her stay inside of Becky's bum, and unsurprisingly, The Man herself was metaphorically jumping for joy, arguably happier than anyone. And how could she not be? This was the first pleasure her asshole had tasted in two weeks. Sure, Charlotte's flaccid little tongue wasn't a massive girlcock, it wasn't the rectum wrecker that Becks had spent the last few weeks dreaming about, but it was something! And Hell, something was all she needed to finally experience that rush again, to finally get the nerve-endings in her backdoor up and running. "Something" was the start of much, much more.

More would come, as promised, that much Becky was sure. If Alexa wanted to keep the game going and further her torment, she would've done it without offering the single-greatest rimmer in the history of Becky's butthole to pleasure that ass as much as she pleased. With a world of torturous acts still left on the table, this rimjob had to be the last stop before the sweet, ass-fucking release that Becky had been hoping for. Release that Becky hoped would come sooner rather than later.

Sooner was sure, no doubt about it. Alexa didn't spend too much time buried deep within Bayley's throat before she found herself back inside Sasha's. Before long, The Goddess was passing her two bitches around, throttling their windpipes one after another, each gleefully welcoming the punishment in the name of pleasing their slavemaster. But surely, there was only so much joy to be extracted from manhandling Boss-N-Hug's throats, especially with an unfucked asshole on the menu, just begging for the same kind of brutalization.

Sure enough, once The Goddess had gotten her fill, she announced that the time had come, promptly tossing Bayley aside after her fourth stay in The Hugger's oral orifice. "Step aside, Queenie! I'm finally ready to claim my prize!"

Becky's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes widened. Was it finally happening? Was this cursed abstinence, at long last, coming to an end? Even with Alexa's stern assurance, it seemed too good to be true. But regardless of how fantastical it seemed, Charlotte's calm "All yours, my Goddess," as she shuffled aside, making way for Bliss's arrival helped quell her nerves.

"Oh, it always has been," Alexa assured as she took her place behind The Man. "This butt has always been mine. Isn't that right, Lucky Charms?"

Becky, in her delirious depravity, admitted, "Yes, me Goddess. It's yers! It's always been yers!" What previously would have left her, at the very least, hesitating momentarily was hardly even a miniscule nuisance. The remaining thoughts of Mistress Ronnie, the desire to stay true to her original owner had become lost in the haze, unrecognizable to the woman would've given anything for a cock in her ass. She'd been skillfully manipulated by Alexa in a multitude of ways, some that Becky was aware of and others that had flown completely under her radar.

The simple lack of hesitation was one facet of Bliss's guidance that she hadn't even noticed. Alexa's work was precise, calculated, and careful enough to grind down Becky's loyalties until nothing remained but an empty canvas, a blank page. Those loyalties, then gripping connection to the woman who, less than 24 hours ago Becky still saw as her true Mistress, were still in there. But they were buried so deep that, even if she wanted to find them, she'd never do so before The Goddess was able to deliver the final blow.

"Mine!" Bliss barked again, this time seizing control of Becky's ass cheeks, taking one into each hand. Much like Charlotte, Alexa was unable to resist the urge to shake those cheeks, making them wobble manually; Becky's cheeks weren't massive, but for their size, probably had more movement than any other in WWE. "Before I take what's mine...how about you beg me for it, one last time?"

Becky groaned, but not because Alexa was forcing her to humiliate herself again. No, the groan came from the simple fact that she'd be forced to wait another few seconds longer for The Goddess's cock, and acted as the only form of hesitation Becks was even capable of mustering before allowing the pathetic plea to expel itself from her body. "Please, let me have yer cock, Goddess Alexa. I've been waitin' so long! Been thinkin' 'bout it ever since the night ye took ownership of me! Please, feck me arse, Goddess. Please! I've never wanted anythin' more in my life! Promise! I've never wanted another woman's cock more than yers!"

Bliss couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. Sure, she'd been doing so for the last hour and half anyway. But that last line really sealed how great this moment felt, and how monumental finally claiming Becky's ass was. As she lined up her cock, Alexa's confidence reached an all-time high. Higher than the night she stole Charlotte from Ronda, higher than the night she snatched Toni Storm's anal virginity, and higher than when she broke Sasha. Complete and total control of all Four Horsewomen, now re-christened to The Four Asswomen, was hers. Bayley, Charlotte Flair, Sasha Banks and, at long last, Becky Lynch all finally belonged to their Goddess, mind, body, and sould. And it was with that wealth of confidence and the overwhelming sense of achievement that she finally pushed forward and it officially.

Surprisingly, Becky's asshole offered quite a bit of resistance. Two weeks is a long time to go without a proper ass-fucking, but not nearly long enough for an butthole to close completely. While Becky's bum was far tighter than anyone could've expected, all it took was a little effort, a little elbow grease to get the rectum-wrecking train up and running. With no plug to keep her loose since her last bumming and less than ten minutes of a rimjob to relax her anal muscles, Becky had no other choice but to hunker down and stay strong as Bliss forced that cock up her butt. And honestly, Becky wouldn't have enjoyed it better any other way.

This way, it felt so gritty and raw, almost as if Becky was losing her anal virginity all over again. And in a way, she was, if you really think about it. As a combination of grunts and moans poured from her mouth, Becky thought about how this was the first time she'd ever been excited about getting fucked by Alexa, despite the fact that she'd bent over for The Goddess several times over the last few years. She'd always seen bottoming to Little Miss Bliss as "beneath her", both when she was still clinging to her topping dreams and after, when Becks was certain there were better cocks to bend over for. Until now.

As inch after inch filled her pipe, the slick rubber scraping her walls and creating her heat the likes of which she hadn't felt in quite some time, Becky quickly came to terms with just how good it felt to have Alexa's Goddess cock inside of her. Hell, she hadn't even been blessed with its full length and already it felt incredible! Of course, this sudden realization also had Becky scrambling to come up with an answer as to why Bliss's shaft felt so much better now than it had the handful of times before, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find one. She couldn't find the obvious.

The reason behind the drastic change was simple: Becky had never experienced The Goddess in this way before. Completely broken and without any reservations, no aspirations or other mistresses clouding her judgment. The difference was that this time, Becky actually wanted to get fucked by Alexa and boy, was difference an understatement! And that's before the butt-fucking had even properly begun!

The thrill of feeling full again; nothing could compete. That cold emptiness is a pain no bottom ever wants to feel, and thankfully, that cruel darkness was slipping further away with every inch of cock entering her arse. So close, so very close to that pain disappearing completely until finally, at long last, it happened! Alexa's thighs, so famously juicy, came to rest against Becks' meaty cheeks, announcing to their audience of three that there was no more cock to give, and that Becky was as full as possible. Naturally though, Alexa wasn't satisfied with simply allowing her actions to do the talking for her.

"Ooh fuck, there it is! That's every inch, Lucky Charms! Fucking hell, that's what you wanted, right, bitch? You wanted every inch of your Goddess's cock stuffed up your slutty fucking butthole? Now...what do you say?"

Becky, unable and unwilling to stop herself from moaning, knew exactly what to say. "Ah feck! Thank ye, Goddess Alexa! Ahh...ahh, thank ye fer finally feckin' me arse!"

"Ooh, I haven't even started fucking you yet, bitch, you know that!" Alexa reminded with a harsh slap to Becky's sore butt which barely even fazed The Man, her dopamine rushing at such a breakneck pace that nothing could bring the bitch down from her high. "But fuck.... you're ready, aren't you, whore?"

"GOD YES!!" Becky cried. "Please feckin' bum me, Goddess Alexa! Feckin' wreck me pipe!" Those words couldn't have left her mouth easier, and in that moment, Becky's euphoria could only be rivaled by Alexa's. Unsurprisingly, holding another woman's mind in the palms of your hands, shaping it like molding putty provided a rush unlike any other. As Bliss took Becky's hips into her grasp and prepared to deliver the killing blow, she allowed the grandiosity to properly sink in. Only then, after several deep breaths, did The Goddess begin to pump her hips.

Slowly at first, typical for an asshole lacking proper preparation. Bliss retracted gradually, Becky groaning and moaning as that nice, full feeling began to disappear. Naturally her woes were for naught as, after nearly a full minute of cock extraction, every inch was forced back in with one swift thrust. The sound of Becky's jiggly cheeks clattering into Alexa's thighs splashed out and invaded the other Asswomen's eardrums forcefully. Such impact and aplomb, yet it was only the first of many.

Alexa didn't dare speed up, though! No, even as further developed her rhythm, gradually opening that ass up, the velocity never changed. For that, a full-strength Goddess butt-fucking, Lucky Charms would have to wait a bit longer and probably beg a bit more. However, at the moment, she hardly gave a damn anyway.

Just getting fucked again, in any capacity, was amongst the greatest gifts she could ever remember receiving. Even those few, precious little rewards she'd ever received from Ronda which, now, she could no longer even recall. In fact, the only gift Becky could remember getting were those she received within the last twenty-four hours from Goddess Alexa. Starting with her new name and going past all of the cleansing and purifying of her arse, to the pretty collar still wrapped around her neck and the feeling of Charlotte's tongue wiggling around inside her bumhole. All the way to...yeah, the greatest gift of all!

Alexa's cock, nearly as big around as Becky's forearm and measuring about twelve inches in length, was an absolute python! Not the biggest cock she's ever taken but, at the moment, was the only cock she could fathom enjoying. Not for the size, and definitely not because of the speed that it pistoned in and out of her backdoor. But instead, because it belonged to The Goddess...her Goddess. Hell, even calling Alexa her Goddess was such a new but exciting feeling, Becky couldn't help but get butterflies in her stomach.

New and exciting, probably the best way that Becky could describe everything about the way Alexa was fucking her and yet, there was nothing revolutionary happening at all. Bliss's performance couldn't have been more one-note, more cookie-cutter top. What created that feeling was all of the build-up to this point, everything Alexa had forced her through. All of the conditioning Becky has endured to change her perception of Alexa from Little Lexi to the mother-fucking Goddess of WWE. Everything had been done in anticipation for this moment, when Alexa and her cock became Becky's whole world.

That was, in essence, Alexa's plan for every conquest. Create an experience so euphoric, so addicting that the prey simply can't imagine a world without it. For bottoms, the playbook remained the same, just with more steps. Rewiring brains, deleting old memories with previous tops and replacing them with new, more blissful ones. A simple strategy that Alexa had come to master and beautifully executed on Becky since the night she was gifted to her.

Becky's fat, Irish arse didn't go unfucked for two weeks without reason. It was a "hard reset" period, an extended abstinence that forced The Man to crave more and more until she hit that breaking point. Until it didn't matter whose cock was inside of her. She may have played hard-to-get the night before but, in the end, wearing down Becks was a fairly easy task to perform.

Now, The Goddess was smooth sailing! With her conquest all but officially completed, Alexa was coasting, with no real desire to speed up or increase the intensity of her thrusts. After all, "taking it easy" was doing the job, if not for the sheer size and mass of her rod, then for how empty Becks' bum has been the last few weeks. A slow, tender sodomization was nice...but it was missing something and, luckily, it didn't take Bliss long to realize what that "something" was.