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Ridiculous, really. To think that she was of a high enough standing to do such a thing! As if SHE was Angelina's top, and not the other way around! The biggest problem was that she didn't technically belong to her yet. The Canadian Angel was playing the long game, for sure. Biding her time, taking extra special care of her butt to ensure that, when the moment arises, Velvet won't even try to fight back.

Surely some more prepping could've been in order. Angelina certainly wouldn't have minded lapping away at that hole for hours. But, something about Velvet's naivety pissed her off; the more she thought about it, the more she was ready to put the final nail in Velvet Sky's metaphorical coffin. To end the obvious anal whore's pathetic excuse for a topping career for good. But, most importantly, Angelina would be doing Velvet a favor by saving her from the embarrassment when some lesser-top inevitably comes around and does the job instead.

Due to all of her introspection, Angelina's oral movements had calmed drastically, something Velvet took note of. Not immediately, but after several minutes passed, she could tell something was up. She turned around, ready to get an answer but before she could even open her mouth, Angelina finally seized her golden opportunity. The bombshell did exactly what she promised not to.

Without warning, Angelina forced her cock deep into Velvet's darkest depths, several inches quickly navigating those well-charted waters. Instantly, Vel-Vel's mouth dropped, a thousand thoughts swirling through her mind as her second sodomy in as many days began. Anger. Humiliation. Betrayal. But, most importantly, relief.

Velvet wasn't sure why, but that last one was the outlier by far. And not so much mentally, either. It was more so that her asshole felt relieved. Grateful, even, a fact that she absolutely despised because God, did that cock feel good. Her hole quickly swallowed up every inch, just like it had the night before, only this time, it only took a few seconds. Sure, there was a little pain here and there, but the pleasure easily outweighed any displeasure. Before she knew it, Velvet felt Angelina's thighs resting against her bum, signaling to Vel-Vel that she was once again stuffed to the brim. Which Angelina couldn't help but laugh about.

"Wow, Vel, fully stuffed again, eh? How is it that a top such as yourself finds herself in these WACKY situations?" Angelina laughed, her joke only resonating with fifty-percent of the room's tenants.

"F-Fuck- Oh God! Fuck you!" Velvet snapped, doing her best to sound tough but inevitably failing due to obvious reasons.

"No, Velvet, you won't be fucking me at all. Nope, I'll be fucking you, though. Mmmm- FUCK, VEL! This ass is soooo perfect! I just couldn't help myself! I had to have it!" Angelina ranted, a series of deep thrusts accompanying her words, ensuring that no matter how angry Velvet got, she'd be way too deep into her zone to retaliate. Love taking the slow and steady approach to ensure that when the proper anal annihilation came, Ms. Sky would be putty in her hands.

"So round, so juicy, soooo fuck-able! And honestly, Vel, I'm happy to report that this booty of yours more than lives up to the hype!" Angelina broke out in laughter again, her snickering quickly paired with a long-overdue smack to each of those round cheeks. Just as she suspected, slapping that ass was incredibly satisfying, so she did it again. And again. And again.

Eventually, Angelina worked the booty-slapping into a rhythm, perfectly timing each swat between a series of back-breaking thrusts, the complicated mixture of pleasure and pain leaving Velvet Sky at a loss for words. That is, of course, as long as uncontrollable moans of bliss don't count, the likes of which would've had her fellow TNA Knockouts laughing hysterically.

Velvet was an embarrassed, humiliated, mess of a woman, if you could even call her one at all. Yeah, theoretically, she was still a woman, but in reality, she was rapidly being reduced to nothing more than Angelina Love's anal whore. The worst part was, she could feel the transformation commencing. Which was weird, because it's not like she hadn't loved getting railed last night.

This time was different though; last night was much, much different. Last night, Velvet still had a strong desire to top. Her future was very much at the forefront on her list of priorities, right up there with winning the Knockout's title. That was last night, and with every passing second, those hopes and dreams were becoming a distant memory, replaced by a new set of desires that revolved around one thing: getting her ass brutalized.

That perfect, round booty on a silver platter for her mistress, ready and willing to be used whenever the dominant desires. What should be a nightmare for any actual top, or even switch for that matter, was becoming a viable option.

Thankfully, her consciousness was still intact, Velvet's better judgement actively telling her to stay strong. Pull through. Keep herself from giving in to the tantalizing abuse her asshole was receiving. But boy, was it tough. The positive consciousness, her top mindset like an angel on her shoulder, actively contested by a devil on the other.

Angelina was doing her best to bring the real Velvet to light, though she wasn't quite as sure about her progress as one would hope. It's not like Velvet was giving her any kind of sign; the bitch was moaning just as loudly as she had the night prior. So naturally, it was hard to tell whether her potential pet was close to cracking.

But, in the face of adversity, Angelina Love pulled through. After several minutes of the same old, same old and no forward results, the bleach-blonde Barbie doll was ready to test just how far she'd pushed Velvet. The best way, in her opinion, was to slowly extract her cock, just as she'd done earlier.

For a supposed top with alpha aspirations, Velvet was enjoying her sudden bumming a little too much. So, simply amping up the pressure wouldn't be enough to get a good grasp; at best, she'd cum again, only to fall back into thinking about her future. But, leaving the whore without, forcing her asshole to adjust to that dreaded empty feeling? It was a risky move, especially if Vel wasn't nearly as close to breaking as Angelina hoped. However, almost nothing in life comes without some sort of price. For Angelina Love, the risk was worth the reward.

After a few deep thrusts, the force of which jolted Vel's body forward, Angelina began slowly extracting her rod, inch upon inch magically appearing from that dark tunnel. Naturally, Velvet was expecting her temporary top to slam every inch back where it came from in an attempt to maximize her pleasure. Instead though, Angelina pulled the dildo out completely, that tattered, stretched-out hole not nearly tight enough to keep the pair attached.

Then, after waiting a few seconds, she took her cock in one hand and, using her other to pull a meaty cheek to the side, forced that cock inside again. Every inch scraping against her walls, beating a dead horse with her attempt to expand that butt any further. Angelina's stay in that ass was short lived though, as the moment she filled the brunette bitch to the brim, she focused on reversing the process.

Just as before, Velvet was too loose to keep that cock inside her butt; even squeezing down wasn't enough to help. It became incredibly obvious that Angelina was teasing her, hoping for a pathetic response. Or outright begging. Either way, Vel-Vel knew that she had to resist!

Giving up now meant that she'd never be a real top! Sure, maybe Angelina would allow her to fuck some lower-tier subs here and there, assuming she all that bullshit about being a team was the truth and not just some confusing attempt to get her on all fours. But, she'd never be anything more than that. A pet, designed to take orders, not give them. Someone whose role in life is to serve, not direct. And, after all, that was the future she'd always envisioned for herself, even if her body had always told her otherwise.

"Vel-Vel?" Angelina asked, caressing her prey's juicy, reddened bum. "I've noticed that you're not trying to fight back anymore... why is that? Have you finally realized that my vision for you is far more realistic than yours? Hahahahaha!" Velvet, too embarrassed to even comment, remained silent, hiding her face in disgust of not only Angelina, but herself as well.

What the woman who'd helped her defeat ODB and Roxxi last night said wasn't true and yet, it still bothered her because it wasn't totally false either. Last night, Velvet had the courage to fight back. To talk shit in the face of a commanding presence, the likes of which she could only dream of emanating. But now? Now, she felt defeated, to weak from what was a combined hours of anal onslaught to fight back. Physically broken, her already fractured mental state all that remained. It wasn't totally wrong; Velvet wasn't under Angelina's spell completely. But with each passing second, the need to get her empty hole filled grew.

Velvet tried to reason with her libido, attempt after attempt shamelessly and seamlessly blocked by that devilish little gland. With each passing second, it became increasingly obvious that her lower-half's appetite could not be bargained with. So, her only option was to ignore it. To pretend as if the screeching and pounding in her mind, demanding that she suck it up and take that cock was merely an illusion.

Normally, she'd be able to do so, probably quite easily. Many times she'd been forced to decide between her mind's and body's desires, with Velvet usually choosing that which would keep her from suffering an untimely humiliation. But, she had never been pressured to make a decision this deep into lust.

Nearly two minutes had passed since Vel was emptied out, with every second feeling like an hour. In her mind, days and days had come and gone since her butt was filled, that poor, abused hole quivering profusely, desperate for any kind of attention. Not helping matters at all was Angelina, who was still spreading her asshole apart, meaning her hand was merely inches away from that gaping orifice. Yet, nothing. Not so much as a fingernail inside her asshole.

Growing impatient, Angelina gabbed, "I guess you're still blinded, then? Still unable to see that your future is in MY hands?" Strategically, in one last hurrah to send the brunette over the edge, Angelina leaned in real close, a few insignificant being the only separation between them. Then, without using a single hand, the Canadian domme guided her cock upwards until it casually rested between Velvet's round cheeks.

"Vel-Vel?" Angelina whispered, speaking directly into Velvet's ear to ensure that her message was heard, loud and clear. "Do ya feel that? My big, loooonnng cock, so close to this precious little fuckhole that you still think is an asshole? You want it, don't you? God no, you NEED it, right? Tell me, Vel. Tell me. Tell me how badly you need my cock inside of you. I promise, I won't judge."

"Damn that Angelina Love for being such an incredible seductress," Velvet thought to herself. Though fighting against the awful pairing of her libido and her body was an uphill battle, she was at least holding her own. But with Angelina muttering her siren song, Velvet knew her fight was a hopeless one. A three-on-one handicap match that nobody, not even the strongest of wrestlers had a chance of winning, especially not after being so turned on beforehand.

All hope was lost. Fighting back suddenly seemed pointless and, after a few more seconds, just became straight up ignorant. Why keep fighting? What was the point? Was it really worth all the headaches? Again, the devil on her shoulder, pushing and pestering, desperate to see her whole world burned at the stake. And thanks to that damned Angelina Love, Velvet had no choice but to light the match.

"A-Angelina?" Velvet softly beckoned. "I... I need it."

A sly smile crept across Angelina's face as she teased, "Is that so? Why don't you elaborate, hun? What is it that you need exactly?" For a brief moment, Angelina would've regretted giving Velvet a second chance, if it wasn't for her overwhelming confidence.

Even after all of Vel's resistance, she was certain of her victory. Angelina was positive that Velvet, in all her hopeless splendor, would make the least of her opportunity. Hardly a few seconds passed before she got her answer.

"I need you to fuck me. I-I need you to fuck... my asshole." Velvet shyly admitted, her facial cheeks burning red out of embarrassment. The worst part was, both her humiliation, as well as the number of her reddened cheeks continued to double as Angelina slammed her hands down on those jiggly mounds, Velvet merely wincing in response.

"I don't know, Vel. I think I need you to do better? You can do better, right? I mean, you don't really have a choice because, if you don't, I'm not going to fuck your little whore asshole! Sooooo..." Angelina battered that broken booty again, this time getting a wail in response.

Velvet quickly collected herself though, understanding the dire situation that she was currently enduring. "I need you to fuck my- OWWW!!" Cutting off her plea was a third round of brutal bum bashings, this time a volley that left several long, red streaks on Velvet's butt.

"Wrong! All wrong! And, it will always BE wrong until you start with the magic word, which is?" Surely any real top wouldn't know the answer to such an open-ended question. But Velvet knew. Sadly, she knew it all too well.

"Please! Oh God, please fuck my asshole with your huge girlcock! Stick that fucking rod up my butt and pound me! Please? Please, please, please!!!" At least momentarily, Velvet Sky threw her hopes and dreams out of the window. All that effort, all that fighting to try and maintain her dignity, officially for nothing. But, at least her submissive efforts were quickly rewarded, as Angelina finally filled that starving bumhole oncemore, Velvet unabashedly letting out a sign of relief. Silver linings, silver linings.

Angelina wasted little time establishing a frequent, breakneck pace, giving the bitch's asshole the exact style of treatment that it deserved. Before, she refused to go fast as a way to avoid making the same mistake that she had the night before. This time, Velvet wouldn't simply get to cum. She'd have to earn it, just like any other dutiful sub would.

The Canadian Angel, self-proclaimed future Knockout's Champion and alpha female, put everything she had into each thrust. Harder and faster with each passing second, until Velvet could feel the force of that cock in her stomach. And, just when she was certain Angelina couldn't be fucking her asshole any better, the busty blonde domme one-upped herself, taking hold of Velvet's round hips for added leverage, her eyes widening and jaw dropping as a result of the strongest pummeling her big butt had ever experienced.

Shockwaves ran up her spine, the entirety of her luxurious frame trembling from the sheer intensity as the true highs of anal pleasure began to pass over her. Long, thunderous strokes bombarding her backdoor, that cock commanding her attention at all times; loose as can be and yet, her asshole still clung tightly to Angelina's strap-on. That was especially the case when a certain involuntary function kicked into high gear. The subtle art of her asshole clamping down, otherwise known as the earliest sign of an incoming orgasm.

First her ass latched and locked it's vice-like grip, then the increased heat and friction led to a substantial surge in pleasure, the likes of which had Velvet braindead. Completely and utterly cock-drunk, mere moments away from popping like an already overfilled helium balloon being pumped and pumped. And, just when it seemed like she was about to burst, Angelina flexed her dominance again, making her intentions known as a result.

"What's going on, Vel-Vel? Gonna cum? Huh?" Angelina asked, slowing her pace gradually to ensure her entire cognitive focus was on her speech. Velvet, too weak and too gone to focus her mind on anything but taking it up her fat butt and cumming as a result, merely looked back and nodded in response. A response which obviously gifted her harsh round of spankings as a result.

After paddling that bum again, Angelina continued, "Poor, little Velvet wants to cum from getting her whore butt fucked! That's hilarious! What happened to staying strong, eh? Becoming a true top? Real tops don't take it in the ass, honey, they stay clean like me!"

The blonde's last line was said without her usual brand of confidence, but resonated with Vel anyway. It was true, as much as it pained her to admit it. She was an asswhore, deep down. No top could ever love bottoming out, being a worthless fucktoy for another woman as much as Velvet does and still be a top. But specifically, as much as Velvet does for her new tag team partner, for the other half of the new christened Velvet-Love Entertainment, Angelina Love.

So powerful, so skilled when it came to dicking down a weaker bitch such as herself. Suddenly, the idea of living in this moment forever, being Angelina's anal bitch, and nobody else's, became incredibly appealing. And, as strong-willed as she'd been, nothing could stop the transformation from appealing to down-right irresistible, that feeling further enhanced by the realization that if she continued to deny, Angelina wouldn't allow her to cum. So, Velvet stopped resisting.

"Y-OH GOD- You're right!" Velvet admitted, more than partially swayed by the orgasm she was struggling to hold back. "I'm your bitch, okay? I'm yours. All yours!"

Grinning, Angelina responded, "Good, good. But, how do I know for sure?" Her skepticism was followed by an abrupt stop to her lower-half's movements, along with another pair of vicious slaps. "Once more, with feeling, bitch! Now, or you can forget about cumming!"

The threat of such a terrifying reality instantly sent Velvet's submissive side into overdrive. "AAH- Okay, okay, you own me! Me- OOH- and my slutty butthole! It's yours, and so am I! Your fuckhole. Your fuckhole! YOUR FUCKHOLE!!!! OOOOOOHHHHHHHH GGGGOOOODDDDDD!!!!" Having heard enough, Angelina resumed her bombastic bum-buggery, somehow managing to punish that polluted pipe harder than ever.

Velvet, who'd been hanging on the edge for several minutes, was sent spiralling into an abyss of orgasmic satisfaction, waves and waves of pleasure passing over her, bigger and stronger than anything she'd ever felt before. Far more powerful than any top from WWE's developmental territory, or anything she'd gotten from the lucky few in TNA who'd had their chance to turn her asshole inside out. Hell, not even the round of climaxes Angelina had forced last night could compete.

The entire body of the woman once known as Talia Madison, now proudly Velvet Sky, went cold, then completely numb as her mind melted attempting to fathom an existence without this kind of intense ecstasy. Right then, Velvet realized that pleasure of this magnitude was something she'd be a fool to live without. Topping had never provided such bliss, not even when she'd claimed her first and only ass cherry last year.

Vel-Vel faded in and out of consciousness, the only thing keeping her awake being her desire to live in this moment forever. At least, until she realized that's exactly what she'd just agreed to. She was, for all intents and purposes, Angelina's bitch, an idea that, for the first time, brought a smile to her face. And with that, she collapsed onto the bed, surfing a sea of pleasure as the rest of her orgasm came and went, casually twitching here and there throughout.

Meanwhile, the Toronto-born top relished in latest, and arguably greatest success. The TNA Knockouts division wasn't filled to the brim with legitimate alpha females. Taking complete ownership over someone was all too rare, and very few bottoms had specific mistresses. So naturally, taking ownership of Velvet, a switch at worst and an aspiring top with an anal cherry under her belt at best, was a huge accomplishment.