Money Mella Makes Her Mark Ch. 03

"Yeahhhhh that's right, munch that fuckin' rug, whore!" Mella barked, beginning to grind her hips into Nikki's face, making it all the more difficult for Brie to perform her task, yet she continued to do so successfully all the same. "Mmmm-FUCK! Fuckin' show that purple-haired bitch over there how a good little lesbian eats pussy! Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat, bitch, hahahahaha!" Sasha rolled her eyes in response, more bothered by shoving every inch of her shaft up AJ's tight chute than by Mella's childish taunts.

The first few minutes had proven to be quite the challenge, but AJ hunkered down and suffered through the worst, all in the name of experiencing the best. Much of the pain had already begun to disappear, leaving an open avenue of pleasure to fill the empty space. In other words, having all of that cock in her ass was already beginning to take its toll on poor, little AJ Lee.

Poor, weak, helpless little AJ Lee; such a small girl to handle all of that dick stuffed inside of her shit pipe. Her butt was practically bursting at the seams and yet, she gladly accepted all that Sasha continued to give. Inch after inch slithered inside, grinding against Paige's cock and nuzzling AJ's anal wall in the process, until there was no more left to give. Until every inch had vanished into the endless, sado-masochistic abyss known as AJ Lee s slutty butthole. Sasha's thighs came to rest against the bottom of AJ's butt and in the process, all three women were informed that their battle had been won. Now, all that remained was the after-war celebration.

Instead of cracking open the champagne however, Sasha and Paige began fucking AJ's whore hole rhythmically. As the reigning Raw Women's Champion and acting alpha in Charlotte's absence, Sasha led the way. She slowly retracted her hips, allowing her cock to slip out roughly halfway before slamming it back inside with aplomb, such force and fullness causing the tiny target to tremble in response to the overwhelming pleasure. Paige followed The Boss's lead, pulling out as Sasha pushed in, beginning the pattern that would eventually lead to AJ's downfall.

That was later though, after getting her shit pipe wrecked beyond belief. For now, the pleasure wasn't more than AJ could handle. The pair of former NXT Women's Champs were skilled at buttfucking, sure, and yeah, maybe AJ's legs were shaking uncontrollably as the nerve-endings in and around her asshole were pounded non-stop. But she could hang on, especially if it meant finally getting the cherry on top she deserved, that being a tremendous double-bumming followed by an Earth-shattering orgasm. AJ could handle it, and that's all that mattered.

The more they could give the better, and as the tension in her asshole dwindled down to nothing, Paige and Sasha did exactly that. Faster, harder, becoming one with both their strap-on cocks and the hole they worked together to stuff. Sasha's mocha skin slapping into AJ's first, then Paige's pale white skin after, creating a beautiful array of contrast every few seconds as the cycle completed itself over and over again.

Any pain was only a distant memory, replaced by the burning friction from the pair of dildo's constantly rubbing together. That heat continued to grow as did the euphoria from all three ends, eventually reaching a fever pitch. Paige and Sasha worked perfectly in tandem, despite the fact that they'd never done so before a few moments ago. Nevertheless, they melded together in record time, like a well-oiled, ass annihilating machine.

Perhaps it was their shared title history? Both had won the NXT women's title during the brand's early days, and it'd be a hard argue to say that they were the two strongest champions to date. In any case, Paige and Sasha, the Anti-Diva and The Boss, were operating on all-cylinders. Barely half a second passed between each thrust, the pair of prizefighters refusing to allow AJ even a moment to recover. Ooh yes, they were set out to truly ruin the bitch's asshole, just as Carmella was set out to prove her superiority to both of them. Of course, since she wasn't currently fucking anyone's ass, all she could do was run her mouth.

"I-mmmm...I hope you're enjoying fucking that dorky little bitch, Banksy. Fuckin' s-savor it, 'cause soon, you'll be taking her place! Oh fuuuuuuck...you'll be praying that I don't put you in her exact position, though," Mella huffed, stumbling through her words thanks in no small part to Nikki's terrific tongue work.

Again, Sasha merely shrugged off Mella's ridiculous jabs, but this time, doing so was a little bit harder. Not because Carmella basically threatened to DP Sasha in the highly-unlikely chance that she happened to win, no, that wasn't the issue. What Banks took umbrage with was the sly little remark about AJ being "dorky". Such a pointless barb shouldn't mean anything. Metaphorically speaking, it shouldn't be a single shred of skin off of Sasha's sack. But, for some reason it was, just as Banks calling SmackDown the "B-Show" had bothered Mella earlier.

At the root, the reason such a childish and surface level insult about AJ bothered Sasha was because, for all intents and purposes, it was true. AJ was a stone-cold dork, and proud of her status as one, as well, her deep infatuation with pro wrestling, comic books, and anime very much so proof of that. Now, that's not to say that everyone who watches wrestling or anime, or those who read comics are nerdy or dorky, not at all. But AJ was, and so was Sasha, albeit to a lesser extent.

The pair of lifelong fangirls, dreamers of something as the polar opposite to the long-legged, dark, and utterly FABULOUS woman standing roughly ten feet to the right, sweating heavily as her favorite bitch devoured her tasty cunt. AJ and Sasha were one in the same, Paige too, when it came to wrestling, anyway. But Mella wasn't.

Unlike them, Carmella was a cheerleader. When she graduated, she took that skill to the professional level. Unlike them, she wasn't a dreamer. Carmella was a tactician, proven by the fact that she didn't have to grind for years on the independent circuit to get a job with WWE. They were different, and that's why when Carmella called AJ dorky, Sasha took offense. It was as if The Princess of Staten Island was speaking about her through AJ, and she absolutely hated it.

Sasha's reaction though, was far more mature than the insults themselves. Instead of lashing out verbally or attempting to attack Carmella, Banks instead focused all of that rage into every thrust, harnessing that power to deliver the greatest butt-busting that she ever had. Paige struggled to keep up with Sasha's studly performance. The Boss controlled the pace so well that, eventually, Paige stopped moving altogether, either out of the inferiority of her mind or her body, or quite possibly both. In any case, she stopped moving consistently, opting instead to pick her spots and sneak in a few pumps here and there. And AJ couldn't have been happier for it!

Paige was a fine assfucker, sure, and they had a lot of history together in both roles, but Sasha taking full creative control of the double-bumming was the best thing that could've ever happened to her. No amount of history or connection could replace the feeling of being broken by a true top. Paige may be on top figuratively for now, but her history of bottoming wasn't exactly a secret. Sasha, on the other hand, had managed to convince everyone that she was an anal virgin. And maybe she was, maybe she wasn't. The truth was unknown to everyone except The Boss herself. But pressed to decide with only the facts at hand, AJ couldn't help but gravitate to the woman she was told was a 100% untouched alpha-contender.

And who could blame her? Sasha was wrecking her butt better than anyone arguably ever had, though recency bias was probably playing a part in that thought. In any case, The Boss was giving it her all, and AJ and Paige weren't the only ones who took note of the suddenly drastic change. The cause of said change herself, in all five feet, five inches of her sun-kissed gorgeousness, quickly caught on to the radical shift.

"What's wrong, Banksy? Hahaha...was it something-MMMM-that I said?" Mella asked, the words becoming progressively less powerful, no doubt an effect from the aggressive hip grinding providing an endless out of pleasure in exchange for the deterioration of her self-control. "You...y-you didn't like hearing th...that, huh? Dork!"

Like a lit firecracker, Sasha popped off loudly, though a single word failed to leave her luscious lips. Once again, The Boss allowed her actions to speak for her. Now accompanying her already reckless and ruthless rectum-wrecking rams was a tactic straight out of Carmella's playbook. Open-handed strikes rained down, crash landing on AJ's cute little face, staining her already red cheeks with an even darker shade of crimson. And upon doing so, Sasha looked back and grinned at the woman she stole the move from.

"Dork, huh? Would a dork humiliate a multi-time women's champion like this?" Sasha questioned, ending her brief hiatus of needlessly slapping AJ's face in short order. This time it was Carmella who went silent in response, desperately trying to stay focused on the task at hand. But unlike The Boss, Princess Mella's motivation was out of the desire to keep the session going. The Fabulous One could feel it already beginning to swell inside of her; pretty soon, Mella was going to cum.

Who could blame her? Nikki's tongue had been working wonders from the get go, and that was long before The Staten Island Stunner had begun to drag her cooch across The Bella Bitch's face, doubling the intensity and, ultimately, bringing her painstakingly close to orgasm far sooner than she would've liked. But, the human body has its limits, and even the strongest of us can't surpass them every time. So Nikki lapped away, completely ignorant of what was to come until her Money Mistress made her aware, as well as allowing Brie to maximize the pleasure.

"What are you waiting for, bitch! Y-You feel my pussy vib...rating, don'tcha? I'm gonna....ohh fuck I'm gonna," Mella's face scrunched, saturated in sweat and highlighted in pink as she struggled to get her orders out. "Brie! Brie, tongue my ass! G-God-fuuuuuck! Stick your tongue in my asshole, whore! Now!"

Licking her lips, Brie gleefully responded, "Yes, my Money Mistress," and did as she was told. Mella didn't usually allow Brie or Nikki access to her ass this close to orgasm, which meant that unlike the other times she got to sample her owner's forbidden hole, this time she'd have to do the cheek spreading herself. A special occasion, no doubt about it, that thought sticking with her as Brie dove in between those round butt cheeks, tongue first.

Normally, Brie would take her time, really savor the taste of a truly remarkable woman's asshole. But there was no time for that now. Brie Bella understood her task, she accepted her task and, as always, she planned to excel at her task, even if it would raise her stock in Mella's eyes. If it failed to bring her any closer to being fucked by her owner, the woman she's sworn her life to, meant little to Brie. She made a promise to serve, no matter the circumstance or benefit, and God damn, she planned to do just that.

With the same hopeless enthusiasm as her former Sistress, Brie lapped away, gripping tightly on Mella's meaty behind for leverage, giving herself the best possible angle to tongue fuck that tight tunnel given the position. Which wasn't the greatest but, much like her twin sister, Brie was an expert oral assailant, so she was able to make do, providing just enough to send the object of her devotion careening over the edge.

YYYEEEESSSS LICK THOSE HOLES, WHORES! GOOD WHORES! GOOD WHORES, THAT'S IT! FUCKIN' MAKE ME CUM! DO IT! DO IT! OOOOHHHHHHH GOOOOODDDDDD YEEESSSSSS!!!!" Mella screamed as her body began to shake violently, her ass bumping Brie in the face and nearly knocking the subservient bitch out cold. Carmella's knees buckled under the strength of her climax yet, somehow managed to keep the athletic blonde on her feet long enough to the strongest waves pass through her.

Seemingly buckets of woman juice poured from her sopping wet cunt, straight into Nikki's mouth, rewarding The Bella who made it all possible whilst punishing The Bella who provided the finishing touch. Neither were allowed to touch their Money Mistress once she started cumming, previous punishments for doing so made it crystal clear. Carmella was a real woman, not a subby lesbian bitch. She didn't need more than one orgasm to be satisfied unlike them, or so she'd told several times in the past. Nevertheless, Nikki and Brie kept their mouths off, allowing Mella to cum in peace and, subsequently, giving her just enough time to watch the fireworks fly and flutter.

In the heat of the moment, Mella's mind was too cluttered to keep track of everything. She knew that Sasha had been relentlessly violating the tiny bitch for several minutes by this point, and that theoretically AJ should be pretty close, but there was never a moment where she was absolutely certain of such. That was, until she began to come down from her own mind-blowing release, The Boss's angry bellows coming through like a fuzzy radio station as she implored little AJ Lee to state the obvious given the current situation.

"Ooh I feel that...I feel that shit! You wanna cum, huh, AJ? Cum like a good bitch for the Raw Women's Champion? Well, you need to tell me what I want to hear, slut! Tell me, and Mella, and everyone else in this locker room who this ass belongs to! Who fucks it better than anyone?" Sasha's commands were aggressive, but unlike Carmella, they weren't over the top, characterized more by an attractive sternness that a hopeless bottom like AJ couldn't help but be captivated by.

Truthfully, she had barely thought about cumming since the double-bumming began. It just felt so good that her mind couldn't persist on the thought long enough to think it into existence. But the second The words left The Boss's luscious lips, it was all AJ could think about. Suddenly she needed to cum as if her life depended on it, all of the buildup returning in kind and hitting her all at once.

AJ began to shake and quake even more powerfully and more violently than she had before. There was no holding it back this time, and no turning tail and holding out. She was going to cum, and if she didn't earn her orgasm fast, her body would give out on her. So, after scrambling to put together the best answer she possibly could give the deteriorated state of her mind, AJ Lee poured her soul to avoid the horrible fate of cumming without permission.

"You! It's you-AHHH FUCK! N-Nobody fucks me like you do and... and that's why my ass belongs to you! That's why you're the...the..." Time's up. Before AJ could finish, her shattered mind, briefly held together with duct tape and will, fell apart once more, sending her back into that hazy, cock-drunk state, and still just moments away from cumming incredibly hard on both Paige and Sasha's strap-on cocks.

Though it wasn't exactly as detailed as Sasha would've liked, it was satisfactory enough, especially since the helpless whore left Banks a strong avenue to pick up where she left off. "I'm The Boss, that's who! And AJ Lee is my little anal bitch and, a well-behaved anal bitch at that! And do you know what well-behaved cocksleeves get after being used? They get to cum! So do it, AJ! Cum for The Boss! Cum like the good little bitch you are and show everyone that I'm the most elite top in all of WWE!" Naturally, AJ did as she was told, though it wasn't actually her intention. Just nature taking its course.

AJ Lee's tiny little frame had taken quite the pounding over the last few hours and, needless to say, her gas tank was empty. She had nothing left, and just as Sasha demanded that the bitch show her gratitude and cum, her body gave up the good fight and did just that. Those big, beautiful brown eyes rolled to the back of her head and her entire body went numb. Crashing down like powerful tidal waves on an unsuspecting shore was the sea of orgasm bliss that engulfed the multi-time women's champion, a once proud woman, bow reduced to the role of empty, mindless anal fuckdoll for a pair of real women.

Nothing more than another Brie or Nikki Bella, "has-been" that, in her current role, more closely resembled a "never-was" than someone who once ruled over this division with an iron fist. But that was then and this was now, her new, happier reality, where she never again had to worry about pretending to be something that she wasn't. AJ was happier than ever, those feelings of euphoria and homeostasis taking control as AJ lost it, the tiny brunette whiting out as the pleasure became too much for her simple mind to handle.

Like a geyser AJ came, the female ejaculate-equivalent literally squirting out of her unused snatch and smacking Sasha's toned abs. Her lifeless body fell backwards, leaving Paige to hold little AJ in place as The Boss continued to skewer the bitch through several more orgasms, each of which paled in comparison the first, but were nothing to sneeze at in their own right.

Several minutes passed before AJ finally stopped cumming long enough for Sasha to remove her cock from that cute booty, mercifully allowing the worn-out Black Widow to rest after an extended anal fuck session. Paige then followed suit, emptying that hole for the first time in what had to be an hour. Naturally, it wouldn't close, but the smile on her face was indication that AJ wouldn't have it any other way.

Even after such an arduous and rigorous double-anal reaming, however, her rest was short. Before long, she was awoken perpetrator of her affliction, who wasted no time in reminding the whore that she had one task left to complete. With several strands of long, flowing purple-hair matted to her forehead, Sasha snapped her fingers and reminded, "Wake up, bitch. Gaping butt or not, you've got cocks to clean."

Reminiscent of Snow White being awoken by a prince's kiss, AJ Lee's eyes shot open at the mere mention of servicing The Boss. Sasha and Paige both got into position, surrounding the whore on each side with more than heaping helping of ass cream covering each cock. Naturally, she focused on Sasha's first, given that Banks was the more dominant woman of the two, and basically her new top. A million things were running through AJ's head as she circled her tongue around Sasha's head, gathering every ounce of butt juice that she could before lowering her mouth even lower. She had a lot on her mind, but chief among everything was the overwhelming feeling of finally belonging to someone. AJ had never belonged to anyone before. Buttfucked yes, but she'd never been someone's pet. It felt good, like she had something to look forward to after so long of dreading the exact opposite.

As AJ sucked those rods clean, Sasha turned to look at Mella, who'd since gotten redressed by her Bella bitches, who themselves were now redressing. "Calling it a night early, Mella? Don't you wanna tell me in OVERDRAMATIC fashion about how you're gonna beat me and then break me, or something?" Sasha asked, almost arbitrarily grabbing a hand of AJ's beautiful black hair and pulling on it.

"Nah, I've said all I needed to say, Banksy. Anything else would just be overkill. I know that I'm gonna beat you and take your ass, and that's all that matters. Whether you believe me or not means little, if anything it makes winning even easier," Mella answed as, with her bitches in tow, she turned to leave the Raw Women's locker.

As she reached out to open the door, Sasha beckoned again, almost trying to start a fight in a supreme bit of overconfidence. "Aw, what happened to that loud-mouth, New Yorker gimmick? You can get all serious if you want, but it'll never help you beat me!" Thankfully, Mella wasn't budging; she wasn't going to let Sasha break her composure. If The Boss wanted to take her lightly, that was her problem. But Carmella understood the challenge in front of her would be the toughest she'd ever faced. She'd done her fair share of blabbering earlier, but the time for that was over.