Bow Down to the Goddess Ch. 11

So, after pumping in, filling that bum with rubber to the brim one last time, Alexa pulled out slowly again. But this time, she didn't stop extracting until that cock had been removed completely. Out, out, out it went, barely managing to escape The Man's vice-like grip, asscream dripping from the tip and bringing each of The Asswomen's mouths to a water. And that asscream...it was exactly what this special little moment was missing.

Becky, unable to stop herself from whimpering now that her useless hole was empty again, looked back with watery eyes as Alexa grinned, stroking that big cock that DEFINITELY should've still been inside of her. Bliss surveyed the field briefly before asking, "So, who wants the privilege of sampling the gold from this little Irish whore's pot?" As expected, her question garnered a response from everyone, including Becky herself, though Lynch was well-aware that she was the least-likely candidate.

After a few seconds to pretend that her choice was ever in doubt, Alexa proudly stated, "Get over here, B," leading Sasha to giddly clap to herself before doing a dance not so different from those she performed during her ring entrance. The Boss quickly scurried over afterward; obviously, wasting too much of Goddess Alexa's time wasn't on the itinerary. That trend continued as soon as Banks arrived before her Goddess, Sasha taking that cock into her mouth, moaning the instant Becky's sweet nectar came in contact with her taste buds.

Not a taste she was unfamiliar with by any means, especially when taking into account those few weeks that Sasha belonged to Ronda, by way of Nikki Cross. But a taste that, in any case, all other women seemed to love, and it was understandable why. Becky's butt was yummy. Nobody was really sure why, but the sentiment couldn't have been true. And while Sasha, like most bottoms, preferred the taste of her own asshole, and Bayley's as well, Becky's was pretty great. So great that The Boss metaphorically shot her load too soon, slurping and sucking off every ounce of The Man's DNA off of Alexa's cock quicker than she should have, cutting her turn short in the process.

Suddenly, Sasha was pushed away, The Goddess reclaiming control of her weapon as she purred, "Back inside, Lucky Charms?"

"Please, me Goddess," Becky whimpered softly, her asshole winking feverishly as she reached back and spread her cheeks as wide as she could.

Alexa, her eyes filled with lust, rhetorically asked, "Where do you want it?"

"Aye feck...in me arsehole...yer arsehole," Becky shamelessly assured, so lost in her own desire that she didn't care that she'd already answered that question at least a dozen times since last night.

Bliss pressed her tip against that opening again but, notably, didn't push forward. Instead, she asked another question. "So, you don't want it in your mouth? You don't want to taste your warm, delicious buttcream off of my cock?"

Becky groaned, admitting, "Aye, I like the sound of that, too."

"Oh, do you now?" Alexa growled, slamming her hips forward, pumping every inch of that shaft into that butt with one thrust. Becky cried out in pure pleasure; any pain was welcomed and endured in the name of anal ecstasy. "But I can't get more butt cream for you if I don't fuck this fat ass, now can I, Lucky Charms?"

"Ahh...ahh feck, no, ye can't!" Becky agreed, her beautiful face perennially scrunched together, an instinctive reaction to the boundless euphoria. Just being filled to the brim was enough to set her dopamine receptors ablaze; Alexa didn't even have to pump her hips. But when she did, it was magic!

Again, Becky knew that recency bias was probably playing tricks on her, that Ronnie had fucked her hundreds of times over the last six months and every time it was an incredible experience. But Alexa had barely gotten started and already, it felt like this was among the greatest. And it shouldn't, Becks was aware of that. Not even The Goddess could be that much better than Ronda Rousey...right?

The answer to that question, Becky would have to wait for as, after several minutes of motionless stuffing, Alexa pulled out again. Now that her cock was reapplied with only the yummiest of Becky's juices, she beckoned over another of her Asswomen to claim a treat. "FAT ASS, you're next," as Becky let out a soft groan to herself, jealous that yet another woman would jump the line to taste her butt.

Bayley instinctively rattled off, "Thank you, my Goddess," before crawling over and swallowing up that cock. Much like her best friend, Bayley was also taken aback by the taste of Becky's bumhole, even more so since it had literally been over a year since she'd tasted the flavor. Even better than she remembered, and as such, she fell into the same overzealous routine as The Boss, gobbling it all up before she knew it. Luckily for Becky, these turns were flying by.

Before she knew it, Becky's rectum was full again, just as God intended. Re-entry was even easier this time, the minutes-long cozy retreat helping to open up her bowels further. This time, to get the juices flowing, Alexa started to ram that rod a little with small, weak thrusts, which opened her up even further. Soft and tender, a real caring touch to the pounding of Becks' shit-pipe. Which normally, would never be enough to satisfy her.

For whatever reason, it felt abnormally incredible. Much like before, with the motionless stuffing, Becky couldn't distinguish the feeling of being slowly sodomized by her Goddess from the other greatest experiences of her life. Almost uncanny, like she knew that it shouldn't but it felt too good to argue against. Shamefully, Becky even grew attached to the feeling, despite the fact that she knew that any second, it would be ripped away in favor of feeding another Asswomen any second. Sure enough, any second came just moments later.

Almost abruptly as it began, Alexa's slow sodomization came to a halt, that cock gradually ripped away from its sheath before popping out. Becky's ass gaped a small, pathetic gape as it longed for more of that glorious piece of rubber. Unfortunate so it was; she'd have to wait for Charlotte to take her turn.

The Queen didn't need an order or announcement to know that it was her turn. The second Goddess Alexa looked her way, she jumped into action, using her long, muscular body to quickly travel the short distance. Even still, Charlotte looked up at Alexa with longing eyes, almost got verification, which she received with a slight head nod from Little Miss Bliss.

Following a quick "Thank you, my Goddess," Charlotte was off, welcoming Goddess's head into her mouth and suckling that tip as if her life depended on it. Unlike her fellow Asswomen, Charlotte didn't have to "remember" what Becky's butt tasted like. She'd been granted the privilege of rimming that hole earlier. Flair wasn't caught off guard by the taste of those bowels, no, that was impossible; she could never forget that flavor. So, instead of gobbling down her serving too quickly, Charlotte paced herself, savoring every drop.

From tip to base, Charlotte Flair took her time, proving that not only was she The Queen of Wrestling, but also The Queen of Cock-Sucking. Apropos, considering the name Goddess Alexa had bestowed upon her. Originally, Charlotte had been rebranded to "9", as in the ninth conquest in Alexa's life, Bayley holding number 8 and a slew of other girls holding 1-7. But recently, with the capturing of "B" and, later, "Lucky Charms", it was out with the old, in with the new!

Alexa was out of good numbers anyway, so as new bitches were converted with proper pet names, old bitches like Charlotte and Bayley needed to be grandfathered in. Bayley was renamed "FAT ASS" for obvious reasons, and equally as obvious was "Queenie" for Charlotte. The Queen was her nickname after all, mostly because everything she ever did was performed with a certain brand of regality and flair, pun intended.

Everything, from walking the isle and wrestling to cashing checks and taking cocks, The Queen strived to be the best. Hell, she was arguably more motivated than ever, more inclined to keep her Goddess on top. Alexa's fate now rested on her shoulders, an incredible weight but luckily, Charlotte was far stronger than most. Genetically superior, some might say.

If Ronda wins at Mania, beating Becky and Charlotte, Alexa's asshole will be hers. They bet, they shook, and now, the deal was bound by hierarchy laws. There'll be no backing out, meaning if Ronda does win, then Charlotte would have no choice but to watch her precious Goddess be anally defiled by an inferior woman. The worst ending, Charlotte planned on breaking her back to ensure it doesn't occur.

That was later, though. For now, Charlotte's main focus was swallowing up her serving of Becks' butt cream, coiling her tongue around that shaft to make sure she got every little bit. And while she enjoyed her portion much longer than Boss-N-Hug did, Flair eventually ran out as well, leading Alexa to return to the source.

And return she did, just as soon as she snatched her cock away from Queenie, shoving the most-decorated women's champion in wrestling aside like yesterday's trash. With nothing standing in her way, Alexa pressed forward again, re-entering The Man, exciting Becky for multiple reasons. Firstly, because her ass was always hungry for more. But the second was a little less obvious. The second, was because Becky was next in line to be Alexa's ATM whore.

Sasha, Bayley and Charlotte had all gone, leaving just one of The Asswomen remaining. Surely that meant Becks' turn was up next, right? Of course, that depended on whether Alexa was keen on playing more of her little games, teasing Becky like she had done so often as of late. Regardless, it was an answer The Man patiently awaited several minutes for, Bliss pounding her ass at that slow, sensual pace again, allowing the juices to build up around her shaft. Eventually, Becky felt Alexa's movements come to a complete stop, signaling that it was time for the moment of truth. Just...not without a little housekeeping first.

"I'll bet you're ready to be a little ass-to-mouth whore for me, aren't ya, LC?" Alexa asked rhetorically, cock still buried in Becky's deepest depths, albeit stationed.

"God yes! Please, can ye let me? Pretty please?" Becky begged shamelessly.

"Eh," Alexa shrugged. "I don't know if you deserve it. Maybe there's something you can do to convince me?"

"What do ye want?" Becky quickly asked desperately. "I'll do anythin', I swear. Anythin'!"

Alexa couldn't help but smile at the result of her mind-bending work. It was as if the woman who worshiped at Ronda Rousey's altar had never existed to begin with. Impressive, to say the least. Bliss cocked her hand back before promptly slamming it down on Becky's right butt cheek, a feeling that now, this far gone, The Man absolutely adored. But that latest spank didn't arrive solo, no way. It came with a proposition form The Goddess. "That covers a pretty wide area of vile shit, Lucky Charms. And don't worry, I'll really take you up on that 'anything' offer soon enough. But for now, I think a satisfying gape will be enough to earn your treat. Think you can pull that off, bitch?"

Becky, almost taking offense to Bliss's semi-doubt, scoffed before proclaiming, "Are ye kiddin', Goddess? I'm The feckin' Man! Of course I can gape me feckin' bum nice and wide for ye! Oh yeah, huge! C'mon now, with yer cock up there? Ye know I can do it!"

Bliss's expressive face was put to work, surprise falling over her as Becky's Irish fire made its long awaited return. That cocky, foul-mouthed overconfidence of her's was staple of her hundreds of bottoming sessions with Ronda and, in turn, the few times she'd bent over for Little Miss Bliss, too. Typically, Alexa didn't want her bitches mouthing off and, in time, she wouldn't allow Becks to, either. But for now, it was a nice and welcomed reminder that she was properly replacing Ronda in Becky's mind, and no amount of arrogant yapping or annoying Irish accents could change that.

"Oh can you, now?" Bliss purred, spreading those fat cheeks apart, her cock still buried at the hilt. "I don't know, Lucky Charms. I've been paying attention every time my cock leaves this butt, and I have to say...I wasn't impressed."

"Aye, there, don't worry, Goddess! I wasn't even tryin' then! I can give ye the best gape ye'll ever see! My feckin' arse was made fer gapin'! Fookin' hell, go on, then! Go on! Take yer cock outta me arse so I can show ya!"

Bliss was happy to oblige. "The floor is yours, bitch. Don't let me down." With that, Alexa pulled out, keeping Becky's cheeks spread as inch upon inch reappeared from the void until, eventually, the entire strap-on came spilling out.

"Aye, here it is!" Becky shouted as soon as she felt that cock leave her asshole. The damage Bliss had caused was evident, The Man's anal ring as big around as the head of Goddess Alexa's massive shaft. But Becky knew it wouldn't last, that in an instant, her butt would begin struggling to force itself back to normal. So, she did what any other pathetic bottom would do and pushed out with her asshole as hard as she could. That, coupled with Alexa spreading her cheeks apart, kept that crater open as long as humanly possible.

So open, so deliciously open that Becky could feel the cool, hotel-room air conditioning passing in and out of her butthole. So open that Bliss could finally see past Becky's shallows and into her darkest depths, though the further down her eyes traveled, the less-visible anything became. For a moment, Alexa got lost in the void of Becky's gaping bum in a trance-like state. Huge gapes...gaping was always her favorite. Back then, when the other tops used to call her THAT name.

That god-awful nickname that Alexa had tried so hard to block out of her consciousness, that she'd done everything to try and forget. But forgetting it was impossible, no matter how hard she tried or how much time passed. Staring into Becky's empty hole was a reminder, a strong enough hypnotic trigger to send shockwaves throughout her hot little body and leave that name ringing throughout her mind. Over and over it repeated in her mind: The Gaping Goddess....NOPE! NOPE, NOPE, NOPE!!!!

Alexa, with more willpower than what should've been humanly possible, forced those thoughts away. That was then and this was now, with Ronda's virgin asshole waiting for her at WrestleMania, and Becky's bum still very much needing her attention now. There was no Gaping Goddess anymore! She was dead, murdered so The Goddess, no adjective needed, could thrive! These were the assurances Alexa repeated in her mind and, quite surprising, it actually worked!

Bliss managed to stave off those submissive thoughts, an act she was shamefully quite proud of. Not much of a brag since she really shouldn't have been experiencing those thoughts to begin with, but Alexa didn't linger in that little detail for too long. Instead, in an attempt to quickly move past it, Alexa returned to the original subject matter: Becky's gape, and The Man earning the right to taste her own arse.

Just as Becky's gape was beginning to die down, Alexa announced, "Alright, you win. I think what you brought to the dance was uh...satisfying enough." Bliss's words weren't quite as emphatic as she would've liked, but as her speech progressed, she found her confidence again. "Not the best I've ever seen though, so you're lucky I'm not gonna punish this fat ass again after you over-hyped your skills. But, who better to be oh-so lucky than my little Lucky Charms?"

"Thank ye, Goddess Alexa," Becky replied simply, wearing her gratitude on her face as Bliss shuffled over and presented the bitch with her cock.

"Aww, you're welcome, whore. See, I was right, wasn't I?"

"Mmmm...'bout what?" Becky asked, licking her lips before opening her mouth and wrapping them around Alexa's massive head. Immediately, a rush of euphoria filled every inch of her fit frame; this was it. The taste she'd been missing.

"About your new life as Lucky Charms? You love it, don't you?" Bliss clarified, reaching out to caress Becky's bright orange hair, now just as sweaty as it had been last night, almost completely undoing all of the work the shower she'd taken had done.

Not wanting to pry herself that cock so soon after accepting it, Becky moaned, "Mmm-hmm," in response, agreeing with her Goddess. Admittedly, Becks worried if Alexa would punish her for not answering directly, but the reward was worth the risk in her eyes. More of her butt cream? Yes please!

Luckily, The Man was granted her cake and got to eat it, too, almost literally in the case, The Goddess so lost in her own aura that Becky's little infraction didn't even register. "I'm so glad, LC, really I am! My Four Asswomen all together, right where they belong: on their knees, ready to worship my cock! It's so fitting, just like your name."

This one, Becky couldn't help but answer.

Spitting out that cock only briefly, she asked, "M-Me name? Lucky Charms?" Then, she got back to sucking.

Naturally, Alexa responded, "Well, yeah. I picked that name specifically because it represented what you are to me. But, I guess I didn't tell you why, did I?"

Becky pulled her lips away again to ask, "I mean it's pretty obvious. I'm Irish, and ye renamed me Lucky Charms. It's not too hard ta figure out there," before returning her attention back to sucking up every delicious drop of her bum, bobbing her head up and down the length of that glorious shaft.

"Duh, of course. As my little Celtic bitch, the name fits, too. But, that's not the main reason," Alexa assured. "I named you Lucky Charms because, to me, that's exactly what you are. You're my lucky charm. You're the four leaf clover that's gonna be smack-dab in the middle of my palm at WrestleMania."

"Huh?" Becky attempted to ask, though the inquiry was hardly coherent with all that cock still lodged in her maw. Thankfully, Alexa understood and, benevolently, elaborated. Just...with a question, instead of an explanation.

"Last night, you threatened me. Do you remember that?"

Becky spit out again and answered, "Honestly...no, I don't. Did I? If I did, I'm sorry, me Goddess."

"Oh boy, did you ever," Alexa reminded with a sadistic grin. "You threatened to lay down for that washed-up MMA bitch at Mania. Does that ring a bell?" It did, though it was considerably blurry for an event that occurred less than twenty-four hours ago, perhaps a result of all that mental conditioning Alexa had put her through. Becky nodded in agreement, leading Alexa to continue.

"That's not happening, nor was it ever happening. I gave you my thoughts last night: you'd never lay down for Ronda, you care about your in-ring career too much. But the key word there is 'Ronda', LC. You'd never throw the match for her, but guess what you're gonna do for your Goddess?"

Becky's eyes widened, this time with negative connotations. "Ye...ye actually want me to throw the match?"

"Absolutely," Alexa assured sternly and succinctly. "You're sharing the ring with your fellow Asswomen, Queenie. So, it should be easy, right? You two work together, and keep that bitch down long enough for Queenie to pin you. Then, the next night on Raw, Queenie issues an open challenge that I'll accept, where she'll lay down for me after a 'hard-fought', back-and-forth match! That way, I'll have everything I could ever want! I'll have all the asses and all of the titles too!"

Obviously, this plan didn't sit too well with Becky. "But...but, why can't Queenie lay down for me? I don't wanna lose to her! I've been losin' to her fer most of me adult life!"

Alexa crossed her arms as she snapped, "First of all, because I fucking said so! But, if you really need a proper reason, then I'll go ahead and state the obvious. Queenie's been with me since the beginning. Claiming her is how I took my first step in claiming Ronda in the first place. You're not fit to fill those shoes, and you know it." Becky couldn't argue with the history between Ronda, Charlotte, and Alexa. But that wasn't going to stop her from trying to argue a different aspect.