Reclamation - Becky Lynch's Return Ch. 05

Or maybe Charlotte's just a slut, who knows? But no matter the case, her enjoyment was evident, especially as the looseness of her butt seemed to peak and, as a result, Becky sped up slightly. Even such a slight increase in pace had drastic repercussions. The constant pummeling of her ass, now more consistent than ever, had her going crazy, Becky seeming to hit all of her best spots with each thrust.

Charlotte pulled at her hair, slammed her fists against the pavement, but nothing seemed to take her mind off of it. The intensity of her breathing grew, and trying to silence her moans was a lost cause. There was no resistance from her asshole, only cooperation. Acceptance of its fate, of her fate as the newest contender for the OTHER alpha title.

Alpha bottom. A title that didn't technically have an owner, due to the sole fact that determining someone's superiority in taking it up the ass was nearly impossible. You can argue about which bitch takes cock up their slutty ass the best but, at the end of the day, they're all still just getting their butts plowed, and they're all great at it. There's no statistic to measure greatness like there is with topping.

Charlotte was still learning, but her lack of resistance and almost immediate enjoyment meant that she could easily join this elite company of backdoor whores. Of course, there are other great bottoms too, like Asuka and Natalya. But the difference is, they had to be trained in the art of taking it up the ass. Bayley, Liv, Alexa, and now Charlotte all shared a similar fate. None of them needed anal training to take a massive cock with relative ease, nor did it take very long for them to enjoy their first time. But, while they did share some similar stats, nothing the other three put up could compare to Charlotte.

Nobody had ever settled into her role as a bottom quite so well. Which made Charlotte even more remarkable, considering how she was able to do so while also convincing herself that she was still a top. That this entire situation was still just temporary and, by hook or by crook, she'd find her way back to her throne one day. A throne that was getting further and further out of reach with each passing second, each agonizingly slow thrust.

Even with the change of pace, Becky was still going very slow. The methodical nature of each penetration was doing wonders on her little butt; that cock sliding in and out at will, yet her walls still clinging tightly to the rubber material. But God did she wish Becky would pick up the pace already! And God would alpha contenders around the world shame her for even thinking such a thing! Honestly, though, she didn't care anymore.

Sure, she wasn't a bottom, no matter how good it felt to be a little anal bitch for her mistress. But, that's exactly it. For every dominant, alpha mindset thought that still lurked in her head, there was an equally dominant, equally powerful thought that was telling her to suck it up and take that cock like a good girl. To put their petty rivalry and her silly ego aside and focus on what truly matters: getting her butt stuffed. Simply put, the volume of those submissive thoughts was far louder than that of the dominant ones. The more she put off begging for her mistress to pick up the pace, the harder her dominant thoughts became to hear until eventually, they went completely silent.

This was all just an internal struggle. As an outsider looking in, the only thing Becky could tell is that Charlotte was loving it, based on her moans and nothing else. And, since she couldn't tell exactly how much The Queen was loving it, her alpha mindset assured her that there was more work to be done. That they've merely made it past stage one and now the real anal training could begin.

Starting this cycle off just like any other, The Man sent a deep thrust up that dilated butthole and, in turn, sent shockwaves throughout Charlotte's muscle-bound frame. But, as Becky retracted her cock, Flair noticed that the time for another jolt had come and gone, something which aggravated her in ways us commoners couldn't possibly understand. She waited and waited as more of that cock unsheathed itself until it flopped out entirely, thus beginning the true test of how far she'd come as a whore.

Becky knew a few different ways to get a bitch to verbally submit, but this was by far the easiest. If Charlotte wanted that cock back up her slutty ass, she was going to have to beg for it. She did want it back, and she let the whole world know it too when she turned and faced Becky, a look of disgust across her face. As if she'd been wronged by her mistress; as if she not only deserved that cock, but deserved to get as much of it as quickly as possible.

"What? Want this back?" Becky joked, waving her cock around despite Charlotte looking everywhere else. Because even now, after everything she'd experienced, asking for, begging for it was the hardest thing she'd ever have to do. Just this once, in front of the crowd of over thirty female wrestlers, many of them bottoms in their own right, The Queen would be the one to bow down.

Charlotte was halfway convinced that she didn't have to, that nothing would stop Becky from defiling her new favorite toy, that she could get by with waiting it out. But again, that was only half. The louder, exuberant half was worried that Becky would grow tired of a disobedient bitch. That half was screaming at her frontal lobe to make the right decision. To put what SHE truly desired over everything else. Because, at the end of the day, that's what Charlotte Flair has always done. She closed her eyes, refusing to look anyone face to face as she made her shameful choice.

"Ye-yes. I...do want you to keep fucking me but..." Charlotte trailed off, still conflicted with letting go of herself completely. But, it didn't matter. She'd said it; Charlotte had admitted her newfound love for getting her butt stuffed and now, Becky wouldn't stop until she got the rest of The Queen's statement.

"Oooh but what, Char? I think I know already, but I wanna hear it from yer lips! Oh God, tell me but what now, bitch!" Becky demanded, half trying to stay focused and half staring hungrily at her sub's ever-evolving bitch-hole.

"But...but...I-I want you to fuck me...harder." Charlotte barely managed to squeak out her response, that pesky little alpha mindset of hers barely losing the battle going on inside her head. But it had, and she managed to say what she needed to say. And just like that, Charlotte had officially become a bottom. Though, in her mind, she'd managed to convince herself that she was simply a top that loved butt sex. She loved taking holes, so naturally, she had the same reaction getting hers taken. But, to Charlotte, that didn't make her a bottom or even switch, for that matter. Just a worthless, anal-loving top, who's so delusional, she'd been almost completely broken and hadn't even realized it. But that lack of realization didn't stop Flair from elaborating further.

"Please...fuck me faster," Charlotte begged, kissing what might've been left of her pride goodbye. Unfortunately, it wasn't good enough for Becky, who brought both hands down like a cracking whip, one landing on each ass cheek, causing the pathetic Queen to squeal.

"Aww, c'mon Char, you can do better than that! Once more, with feeling please! Or else, I'll pack up my cock and leave!" There it was, her golden escape. Even though Charlotte knew Becky wouldn't leave, she still had a chance to prove to herself, to the entire roster that she'd never really be Becky's bitch. That she may wear that title by technicality, but she'd never wear it with pride. But, the more she got to thinking about it, the less she wanted to disobey. The reality of a world where Becky didn't fuck her ass became scarier and scarier; it was, after all, a world she never wanted to live in.

Right now, getting her butt fucked was a top priority, almost as much as protecting her reputation. Hell, in complete honesty, even she knew the pleasure ranked above her standing at the top now. Seconds were passing like hours and her hole just felt so empty, so painfully unoccupied, only worsened by her wandering imagination and the prospect of a true rectum wrecking. That prospect only made Charlotte's mind wander further.

Getting her hole pummeled beyond repair, gaping like a little bitch for her mistress. Letting the whole world know that her ass belonged to Becky, and was to be used and abused freely however The Man wished. All of these things and more controlled her consciousness, not to be stopped until every one of them was fulfilled, as if to make up for the lost time.

This was her new reality. Charlotte had barely experienced anything truly spectacular and yet, she'd already been turned into an anal slave. No longer was she above denying the obvious, not with all these people watching. That was the nature of a pure bottom. Just the smallest taste was enough to drive her senses wild and tease her with an unlimited number of wildly erotic scenarios. Now, more than ever, Charlotte wanted that dick back in her ass. She was determined to get that dick by any means necessary. Even if it meant begging the person she hated the most.

Slowly reaching her long, muscular arms back, Charlotte eagerly spread her toned cheeks apart before exclaiming, "Oh please fuck my ass, Becky! C'mon, Bex! After all our history, after everything I've done! Give it to me! Unleash eight years of pent-up rage on my fucking asshole! Turn me into your bitch, if you can! I DARE YOU! I! FUCKING! DARE YOU, BEX!" It was at that moment, Charlotte finally settled into her new role. After eight years of being the best of the best, topping everyone from NXT to the main event of WrestleMania, The Queen realized her true potential as a bottom. But not just any bottom. No, no, even now, Charlotte Flair had to be special, had to have things her way. She had to be in control. Only someone as self-centered and arrogant as Charlotte could convince themselves that they were in the driver's seat while getting butt-fucked. Thus, Charlotte became WWE's first notable power bottom.

There have been others in the past, but never from someone nearly as established as Charlotte. Usually, all that mouthing off leads to their tops being extra aggressive which, in turn, leads to them being broken completely. But if anyone could pull off becoming a full-time power bottom, The Queen can. Though, her mistress was willing to throw everything on the table to ensure that this didn't happen.

"Ya dare me? You, dare me? Well, lass, consider yer little dare accepted!" Without further adieu, Becky shoved the entirety of her massive cock up that tight chute in one motion, Charlotte crying out in pleasure. Boy, was she happy she didn't have to hold back how great it all felt now; the weight of the world had been lifted off her shoulders. She didn't care what other people thought because she knew deep down, she could still be a top if she wanted to.

The most successful female WWE superstar of all time wasn't lost at all, just stored away for safe-keeping until she got out of this mess. Sure, it would be hard to get these weak bitches to respect her again, but with a little topping and convincing words and Badda-bing Badda-bam, The Queen would be back on top. Maybe it was a delusion, or maybe there actually was an ounce of truth to what was thought up from someone with a superiority complex. Regardless of which, it didn't matter because, at the moment, she didn't plan on going anywhere, anytime soon.

Not when she was finally getting what she'd been longing for: every inch of that dick, stretching her out and using her as a cocksleeve faster than ever. She was so happy she could cry; getting her ass pummeled fast was everything she'd been imagining it to be and more. Charlotte nearly came right then and there, so she ran cf mouth to take her mind off of it.

"Ooooh FUCK! THAT'S IT! There you go, Bex! Take it! TAKE IT! TAKE IT! TAKE IT!" She repeatedly screamed over and over, only encouraging Becky to go faster. She did and, for some extra flavor, add in some choice words of her own.

"I'm takin' it, bitch! It's mine! Hear that, everyone?! Charlotte Flair's arsehole is mine! MY BITCHOLE!"

"OH, GOD! OH, GOD! HOLY FUCK! IT'S YOURS! IT'S YOURS, BECKY!" Charlotte assured, her brain slowly melting from the overwhelming pleasure of getting her ass dominated. She didn't want to cum just yet, not when she'd put so much effort into getting what she wanted. This was her first big test; she needed to hang on, for her own sake.

But damn, was it way harder than she'd ever imagined it to be. At that moment, Charlotte almost felt sorry for all the worthless anal bitches she'd punished for cumming without permission. Holding her orgasm back was like trying to patch a cracked dam with a Band-Aid; as much pressure as she put up against it, the cock tearing her asshole apart came back with twice as much. Plunging into her deepest depths and accommodating every inch of space that her once tight butt had to offer. Easily gliding throughout, scrambling her insides with every bowel-busting thrust. It was too much for her to overcome.

Alas, Charlotte tried her best, but she wasn't experienced in this art form. She'd only ever edged herself when masturbating and even then, that'd only been a few times here and there in her 35-year existence. Even the strongest, most powerful women had their limits, and a natural-born asswhore like Charlotte Flair could only do so much when getting her slutty butt demolished for the first time. Luckily for her, just when all hope seemed lost, her mistress threw her a bone.

Simultaneously proving her superiority and showing off her philanthropic side, Lynch quickly removed her cock, Charlotte's entire lower half trembling as she was saved from her dilated hole's first rapidly approaching orgasm. "Don't cum, whore!" Becky demanded.

Normally, there was only one acceptable answer for a bottom to give: "Yes, mistress". But Charlotte was no ordinary bottom. No sir, as a power bottom, she said whatever she liked, regardless of what her owner thought because she's convinced herself that she's in control.

"S-sorry, but it's- it's kinda hard not to." Charlotte expressed, still getting her breathing under control. "You're fucking me so good, Becky. I'm not used to it! I tried to hold back, but it was just too much! That big cock feels soooooo good in my little asshole! You've been there, Bex, so you know- OHH FUUUUCCK MEEEEE!" Charlotte's explanation was promptly interrupted by that gigantic dildo once again making its rounds inside her backdoor, before exiting just as quickly.

Becky, looking as stern as ever, demanded, "Learn!"

"Sure thing, Becky!" Charlotte agreed before a round of harsh slaps to her bum caused both women to yelp in pain.

"Who?" Becky asked, saying very little, but ensuring her newest possession of what she preferred to be called.

"M-mistress!"

"Again!" Becky growled, and another flurry of strikes to that battered butt followed.

"Oww-Goddamn! Y-yes, mistress! I'll fucking learn how to be a good slut for you, okay? Shit!" Charlotte couldn't believe half of what had just come out of her mouth and chalked it up to being blinded by lust. Nonetheless, Becky was far from finished with training that ass but had grown tired of doing all the work herself. Seeing an opportunity to impart a few key values to her new sub, The Man laid out the plan going forward.

"Good. I'm glad yer startin' to see the bigger picture here, Char. You'll learn soon enough that yer orgasms are my orgasms. Only good whores get to cum, and just 'cause I allowed it earlier, doesn't mean ya can cum whenever ya like. You've got to earn 'em, bitch. Lucky for you, I've got a few lessons lined up for ya!" Becky explained.

With her asshole quivering with anticipation, Charlotte enthusiastically cut in, "And then I can cum?"

"Yes, cunt!" Becky yelled, hoping to find some kind of learning curve as she spanked that whore's ass yet again. "God, yer a needy little bitch aren't ya? But yeah, do as I say, and then ya can cum to yer hearts contempt."

Becky stood up, her massive cock dripping with the juices from The Queen's deepest depths. She walked around her prone whore and lowered her cock to Charlotte's mouth. But, unsurprisingly, The Nature Girl didn't accept her gift graciously.

"What? Don't look at it, idiot! Suck it!"

"You want ME to suck this? Me, of all people?" Charlotte asked as she started to embrace her power bottom role, half insulted that Becky would ask this of her. After all, what pleasure was there to be gained from sucking her own off of another woman's cock? Taking it up her butt she could manage, but ATM? "I don't know, Bex. It's not really my thing. Maybe just start fucking my ass again, yeah?"

The Queen was thrown off again, this time by The Man ferociously grabbing a handful of those famously blonde Flair locks and yanking on them hard, forcing her to look her mistress in the eye. "Listen, bitch, ya don't get a say! Yer my bitch, not the other way around! Keep fuckin' up and I won't let ya cum, understand?" Such a terrifying threat was more than enough to scare the uppity bitch straight. Well, not straight but... you get it!

"Yes, Becky I- OWWW! Yes, mistress, I understand!" Charlotte gave in, Becky tightening her grip on the former champ's hair to successfully get her to concede.

"Alrighty, then! Open wide!" Becky demanded and Charlotte cautiously obeyed, slowly dropping her jaw and gasping as the entire length invaded at once. Bex really wasn't showing the newbie any mercy, was she?

Nevertheless, Charlotte was able to easily accommodate the entire length of Becky's cock in her mouth and throat, but not without a few tears here and there. To ensure that her throat received a proper test, The Man grabbed hold of that golden mane again, this time using it to hold down the sub-in-training.

Charlotte choked and gagged as she was forced into her very first deepthroat, a harrowing experience that was made tolerable by the surprisingly wonderful taste of her butthole! Once again, Charlotte convinced herself that she wasn't a total bottom, this time assuring herself that since it was her ass and not some other whore's, it was okay. And boy, was she glad it was okay!

Her freshly-fucked butthole was one of, if not the, tastiest thing she'd ever consumed. A light flavor, still warm from the deepest part of her bowels. She couldn't help but wrap her tongue around Becky's shaft, trying to scrape up every bit of asscream as The Man pumped her throat full of rubber. Admittedly, actually getting to savor the flavor would've been nice, but Bex seemed pretty set on fucking her throat, so Charlotte just went with it.

That was, until several minutes passed, and virtually every inch of that cock had been rid of the delicacy that had once coated it. Once the flavor had gone, sucking cock lost the small amount of thrill it had to begin with. Becky saw the sudden shift in mood and thus removed her cock from Charlotte's mouth, eager to hear her bitch's thoughts.

"So, how does yer ass taste, whore?" Becky asked bluntly.

"Good. Actually, I'm lying, it's pretty fucking great! But, I kinda ran out at the end there. Only one way to get more, right? C'mon, Bex- I mean, mistress! Fuck me again!" Charlotte did love the taste of her ass, but of the utmost importance, was her ass' newfound love for getting fucked; the ten or so minutes that had passed without so happening were far too long. But, only because she hadn't gotten to cum with a dick up her ass yet! She wasn't addicted or anything!

No, she just really, really, REALLY liked getting her butt fucked so much that it was quickly becoming her reason for living. But, lucky for the power bottom, Becky was more than ready for another round with the most prestigious ass in WWE history. But first, the bitch attached to said ass would have to show she deserved it first.