Money Mella Makes Her Mark Ch. 03

"So good-FUCK! You ruin that hole perfectly, Mel-OOHHHH GOODDDD!" AJ began, but was cut off mid-monologue as Carmella began to add force to each thrust, to go along with the speed, frazzling her brain briefly. Once she regained her bearings, AJ continued spewing obscene compliments onto the skilled Staten Island princess, those of which began well enough but quickly devolved into an incoherent cacophony of sounds and syllables.

All the while, Mella took things a step further, introducing a pattern of strokes into the mix. Just as her speed and force seemed to reach its peak, The Money Mistress slowed down, allowing herself to build it back up from scratch, both in an attempt to keep things interesting and to keep AJ thoroughly pleased. Which was strangely out of character.

Typically, Carmella cared little what her catch of day felt, as did most tops of the alpha variety. She wasn't concerned with how much her pet enjoyed being used, just that they knew their place and enjoyed it enough for her to enjoy herself. But this time was different, thanks in no small part to the purple-haired pessimist smugly watching on, hoping for The Fabulous Diva to fail. Being in direct competition with Sasha meant that Carmella had no choice but to care about AJ's desires.

Failure to keep the little bitch satisfied could easily lead to The Boss's victory, something that Mella desperately wanted to prevent. Wins backstage equal momentum, and momentum equals an extra boost for matches, which then, in turn, leads to wins on-stage. Losing here made beating Sasha with her ass on the line that much harder, and Mella absolutely couldn't have it.

With each passing second, her desire to bum the cockily whore grew. Carmella needed to top Sasha, she needed to feel The Boss's butthole wrapped around her shaft, figuratively speaking. She needed to see that cute little O-ring stretching to an abhorrent degree, wide enough to make her pipe's violation as painless and pleasurable as possible.

Even now, as AJ's hole was throttled second after second, Mella couldn't help but picture Sasha in place of The Black Widow. They both shared the same thin yet toned frame, and the pair's skin tones were only a few shades apart, plus the aforementioned similarities in wrestling background. Imagining would only get her so far, though, and Mella knew she had no choice but to wait for the real thing. So, she shook the pretty picture of WWE's Legit Boss bouncing up and down her cock like a good bitch out of her mind, in favor of focusing on the task at hand.

While Mella had spent the last few minutes dreamily pondering what Sasha would look like in full sub mode, AJ had been fighting back the same urges that had begun to plague her earlier, when Sasha had the reins. A mind-blowing orgasm, so close April Jeanette could almost taste it. Just like earlier, but this time, it was a lot harder to fight back against. Sasha's soft, subtle sodomy gave AJ time in-between each thrust to accept the pleasure, abosrb its nutrients and move on. With Mella though, there was no rest for the weary.

Each thrust was stronger than the last, occurring sooner as well. Blinding, blistering speed mixed with unmatched force made for an impressive duo, one which made it almost impossible to survive for an extended amount of time. Thunderous strokes that rattled her bones; each time Mella's twelve inches of woman-meat plunged into her depths, AJ was shaken to her core. Over and over and over and over again, her muscles spasming as the medley of rapture began to consume her. First to go was her lower body, which became completely inoperable, soon joined by her waist and then her tiny torso.

The limpness spread further upwards, the nipples adorning AJ's tiny, supple breasts springing to life as an ironically lifeless feeling passed over them. Then her arms joined the fray, far more muscular and toned than most for her slight stature, yet completely powerless, drooping to her sides as the numbness crept its way into her neck, getting closer and closer to its final destination.

Once that cold, empty feeling reached her brain, AJ knew she'd be unable to fight back. That she'd pop like a cork on a champagne bottle, her aching cunt becoming reminiscent of the bottle itself as the cum would pour and pour from her unused womanhood. She felt the numbness pass her nose, mere seconds away from true greatness, euphoria in its purest form. At that moment, AJ wanted to cum more than she wanted to live.

AJ wanted to beg, she wanted to plead with every fiber of her being for that sweet release. But, she couldn't. She was physically incapable of doing so. Her mind had shut down, like TV with no output, stuck on a blue screen. The lights were on, but the disconnect between AJ's consciousness and her physical form meant that nobody was home. Her tongue flopped out of her smiling mouth as the pleasure from one the strongest buttfuckings she'd ever experienced consumed her. Mere seconds away from commiting the cardinal sin, once again internally pleading for a hero to rescue her. And once again, AJ found her hero in the form of The Staten Island Stunner. Just...not how she would've preferred.

Mella could see that AJ was incredibly close to breaking, and under normal circumstances, she would've given in. But these weren't normal circumstances, just as AJ Lee wasn't your average, everyday butt whore. Here, on Monday Night Raw: Legend's Night, the past's inferiority needed to be celebrated. And, while letting the bitch cum now and later wouldn't be a sign of the end times, Mella felt building up to one huge blow-off was even better. So, just as Sasha had done before, Mella suddenly stopped fucking AJ's backdoor, lifting the little bitch's lifeless body up and off of her cock once the movements of her hips had come to a complete stop.

Rising to her feet, Mella looked down at the sweaty, twitching mess of a woman below, whose real name was April Mendez, almost in disgust. Then, she turned her attention to Sasha and asked, "Are you thinkin' what I'm thinkin', Banksy?"

"I think I am," Sasha admitted before clarifying, "That is, if you're thinking DP'ing this whore into oblivion."

"That's exactly what I'm thinking, Banksy!" Mella gleamed, almost sing-songing her response. "I think im honor of her being a WWE Legend ™ and all, we really fuck her up good. Whaddya say?" Mella extended out her hand, hoping for Sasha's to meet it. This was where Carmella's extreme enthusiasm began to fade away.

Sasha, for all intents and purposes, wasn't interested in teaming with Mella, not even for a second. She might've considered it if they were the only two tops in the room, but herself and Paige had already been doing a pretty good job of wrecking the whore before Mella even showed up. So that's why, the second The Money Mistress threw her hand out, Sasha declined, pushing it away.

"Thanks, but no thanks."

Furrowing her brow, Mella asked, "So, what? You don't wanna double-bum this hoe?"

"Oh, I do," Sasha assured, clarifying, "Just not with you. Paige and I will do just fine." Carmella's expression quickly turned sour.

"Fuck that!" Mella immediately burst out. "You can't cut me out!"

"I can and I will, right Paige?" Sasha asked, motioning to The Anti-Diva, who quickly agreed.

"Of course, love. It's my turn, then you'd be next. It's only fair that you sit this one out, Mella," Paige explained before adding in, "Maybe you can have another turn with the bitch when we finish? That is...if there's anything left of her! Ahahaha!" The Glampire turned away, commissioning herself to the base of their three person tower, leaving Sasha and Carmella alone to fester.

At that moment, a million things were running through Mella's mind, most pronounced of those being how badly she wanted to cripple the much smaller woman standing directly in front of her. But, all-out brawls never really worked in favor of those who initiate them, especially in WWE's female locker room. Attacking Sasha now before their agreed upon match, in front of an audience, wasn't the best way to get to the desired result of Banks on all fours, waiting for a butt busting. It would only end up backfiring in the long run, especially if Charlotte found out.

Surely The Queen wouldn't be happy about a SmackDown Superstar coming over to HER show and starting fights in HER locker room. Regardless of what Sasha thought, Raw was Charlotte's show and everyone knew it, including Mella. And thankfully, only The Boss was stupid enough to consistently pick fights with WWE's reigning alpha female.

Though it pained her to do so, Mella had no choice but to back down and save the fight for another day. "Fine, have it your way. Get it out of your system now, because when we fight, you won't be topping again. Rest assured, I'll make you regret ever challenging me in the first place." Cold and stern were Mella's words, a far cry from her typically cocky and brash nature, though the added gravitas did little to stop Sasha from rolling her eyes in a wealth of overconfidence.

"Yeah, whatever. I'll worry about fighting jobbers when I stop being the best professional wrestler in this company!" Sasha emphatically assured, following her declaration up with a loud snap of her fingers, AJ springing to life as a result. "Go ride Paige, bitch. Go ahead, ride her cock. Oh, but face forward though! I wanna see that pretty face twist up when I join in!"

With a, "Yes, Mistress Sasha, right away, Mistress Sasha," AJ Lee scurried over to the woman who ended her 296-day reign with the Divas title and straddled her reverse cowgirl style, gleefully accepting Paige's cock for the umpteenth time only a few seconds later, several inches quickly disappearing up that loose chute, her pleasure-filled screams nearly drowning out the rest of Sasha's needless taunts.

"Fuck her Paige! Fuck that slut's hole hard and deep! Give Mella a little preview of her future!" The Boss jested, cackling with delight as she began to close the distance between herself and the other ⅔ of the Holy Trinity. Such a cheap joke barely managed to leave a scratch on Carmella's tough mental state though. Instead, it provided The Princess of Staten Island the inspiration she needed to fire back at both Sasha, and her lame attempt at keeping her out of the spotlight.

Mella looked to her right, and then her left. Brie and Nikki Bella, WWE's famous twins, left without anything of note to do. Disregarded by their Money Mistress in favor of a newer, more intriguing piece of ass. One that lacked the loyalty they did, the service with a smile no matter the situation. Nikki and Brie had waited patiently, hoping to join in on the fun, but to no avail. That was, until Carmella was exiled from the party, herself.

Left without a dance partner, Mella turned to those who always stood by her side, through thick and thin. The worthless, good-for-nothing Bella bitches, one which had never taken her mistress's cock, while the other had grown to become a stale flavor of ass. But, for now, this was the hand Carmella had been dealt, and The Bella Twins would have to do. If Sasha was going to use AJ as "preview" of Mella's future, then WWE's most FABULOUS wrestler would use The Bellas to do the same.

"B5?" Mella beckoned softly, immediately garnering her pet's attention.

"Yes my Money Mistress?" The worthless little bitch asked, her eyes shining brightly from not just the interaction with the woman she'd devoted her life to not that long ago, but at the prospect of what may be on the horizon, as well. Brie had never been afforded the luxury of getting ass fucked by her owner; she was undeserving, that much had been established the night Mella claimed the not-so busty Bella. She'd spent every second since trying to prove her worth and maybe, just maybe, now was the time for her hard work to pay off?

Brie's fantasy would sadly remain just that for the time being, however. Now wasn't her time, but that didn't mean she was left with nothing to do. Brie's role in Carmella's little display was an important one, beginning with The Money Mistress whispering something in B-cup Bella's ear, the broken bitch nodding enthusiastically in response. Moments later, once it was obvious Carmella had finished speaking, Brie then found a spot on the floor and dropped down to her hands and knees in preparation for what was to come.

Then, Nikki was called upon silently, one long finger curling back and forth acting in place of consonants and vowels. Nicole was quick to comply just like her sister, and also similar to Sister Brie, Nikki was ordered to get into position. But unlike Brie, Mella accompanied Nicole on her journey.

As they arrived, Nikki positioned herself face-to-face with her sister as Mella became the meat in their ultra-hot model sandwich. Laughing maniacally as The Bellas pawed and clawed at her long, toned and silky smooth legs from the front and the back, Carmella taunted, "You're the one who'll be getting a look at your future, Banksy. My bitches here are gonna show ya! Nikki? Brie? Worship me. Show Sasha what's awaiting her the second she inevitably loses to a real woman. A real top, and not some pseudo-dominant pretender." Sasha scoffed in response, but her lack of enthusiasm didn't stop Mella from directing traffic.

"Brie, I want you to do what you're best at, and that's kissing my perfect ass! Pucker up, bitch, hahaha! And Nikki, you're gonna eat my snatch! Really give Sasha a little teaser of what's to come. Mmm that's right, Banksy, just mentally prepare yourself, 'cause you'll be lucky if you get away with ONLY worshiping my ass and pussy!" Once The Princess of Staten Island finished speaking, her bitches got to work on their assignments.

Completely opposite of her own accord, Brie was the first to go as Mella reached back and shoved the weak brunette into her firm, tan ass as she laughed maniacally. Nikki followed closely behind as her little sister began kissing every inch of ass cheek within her face's vicinity, the more powerful Bella a victim of the same mistreatment as the weaker. Grabbing a handful of Nikki's dark brown locks, Mella forced the elder Bella Twin into her crotch, the bombshell New Yorker immediately rewarded with a series of small, delicate licks to her rapidly moistening cunt.

Meanwhile, Sasha took her place atop the three woman helter skelter that she, Paige and AJ had created. The tiny brunette, once a proud champion now reduced to nothing more than another bitch hole to be used and discarded, stopped her errant bouncing up and down Paige's dick, allowing Sasha to get into position. She was well-aware of what was to come and, truthfully, she'd been counting down the seconds in hopeless anticipation.

Nearly two years had passed since AJ's last, proper double-anal penetration. Sure, on one or two of their secluded nights together, herself and Paige had experimented with a handheld dildo in place of another person, but the feeling of being used and abused by two women at once just couldn't be replicated. She'd arrived here tonight, hoping and praying that things would come to this. That she'd walk away with an incredibly powerful double-bumming, the likes of which would hopefully quell her ability to walk at all. Something to really fuck her up and remind her why she gave up a prominent position at WWE's hierarchy for a life of servitude.

Paige pulled AJ's little, Puerto Rican body backwards, allowing The Boss easy access to her already-filled hole. A tight fit, no doubt, but one that Sasha has all the faith in the world AJ could handle. The Black Widow was a world-class slut, no doubt about it; there wasn't a chance in hell that this was her first rodeo, that much she was certain. So, after a wealth of adieu from Carmella and her worthless bitches, Sasha pressed her dick against the top of AJ's anal ring and began to push forward.

AJ's butt almost instinctively began to stretch itself and, as it did, her expression began to morph into a far more sadistic and horrific image. It was obvious that she was in a wealth of pain, and if she had done double-anal before, as Sasha suspected and as was the case, it had been quite some time. And so it had been, the aforementioned double-stuffing with Paige's favorite cock and a smaller dildo AJ had lying around her house acting as the closest thing in what had to have been several years.

Truthfully, the last time AJ could remember taking a real double-bumming with two huge rectum wreckers was the night she lost the Divas title to Paige, which also happened to be the night after WrestleMania XXX, funnily enough. That night, after foolishly betting everything on an open-challenge, both Paige and Nikki Bella had their way with her, ending in a mind-blowing double-anal experience. It wasn't her first, not by a long shot. But, it was the one she remembered most fondly.

That was some time ago, however, and though she's taken many a cock since then, having not taken two at once was definitely having an effect on her now. For the first time that night, she was in pain. But, it was obvious that while the obscene stretching and forced violation was quite painful, it wasn't abhorrent. Being the pure bottom that she is, AJ Lee could usually find pleasure in the pain. And naturally, as time progressed, the scales would begin to tip in the opposite directions.

That was later though, and for now, AJ had no choice but to hang onto the future as she suffered through the present, gripping her cute little butt cheeks tightly and pulling them apart with every bit of force she could muster, all in the name of making Sasha's dynamic entry as quick and as seamless as possible. And soon enough, the entry came to a conclusion. After what felt like several minutes of rough pushing and shoving, Sasha doing everything in her power to stuff that tight pipe to maximum capacity, AJ finally accepted the head. The toughest part was behind her now, anything else would be all downhill.

Meanwhile, as Sasha began the process of filling AJ's butt to the brim, Carmella relished in the control she had over The Bella Twins. Nikki, who'd started her oral escapade with soft, subtle licks, using her little tongue to tantalize and tease her mistress, began to ramp up the intensity not so long after, mostly because Money Mella had forced Nikki's pretty little head even deeper into her crotch.

Brie, on the other hand, hadn't been able to do much at all. Her assignment was almost impossible to complete, outside of kissing the same area over and over again. Which, truthfully, wasn't the worst thing Mella had subjected her to; kissing her feet and suckling on her toes came to mind. But things definitely got more fun once Nikki ramped up the pressure, forcing Carmella to focus more so on her front and less on her backside, thereby lightening her grip and allowing Brie more freedom to move around.

B-cup Bella wasted little time putting that freedom to good use, bathing Mella's juicy, round ass in kisses and licks, not leaving a single inch of the sun-kissed surface unloved. Carmella felt a chill go down her spine, no doubt a result of the pair of worthless, good-for-nothing twins shamelessly worshiping their Money Mistress in front of their peers, the very first of the sort. Brie and Nikki had spent many an hour going back and forth, sampling every inch of their owner's impressively gorgeous body. Hell, she even let them lick her asshole once, to showcase her dominance, of course.

Right now though, was the very first time others were able to witness just how bad The Bella Twins had it for The Princess of Staten Island. Pure, unbridled fascination; caught in her poisonous grasp with no hope of escaping and no reason to want to. God, Mella's snatch tasted so good, Nikki could spend the rest of her life between her Money Mistress's legs without a care in the world. A sweet, pungent flavor the likes of which had never blessed her taste buds before, only made better by the endless stream of encouragement pouring out of Carmella's mouth.