Reclamation - Becky Lynch's Return Ch. 06

Flair squealed aloud, her senses returning to normal, just as Becky had predicted. Back and more broken than ever before, the towering, athletic and leggy blonde unnecessarily reached back and spread her cheeks for the shorter, athletic, and leggy blonde. Though it was unwarranted, the act did help get the broken whore to the end goal faster, that being getting filled to the brim ASAP. Because hell, anything less than all just wasn't enough, especially with a puny dick like Mella's. Though eight inches was nothing the average Jane would scoff at, Char could tell the first Miss Money in the Bank wasn't fit to wear anything better. Even as the full length filled her slutty butthole, Charlotte couldn't help but feel empty. Naturally, since she'd convinced herself she was in control here, The Queen voiced her concerns.

"What? Mmm- that's it? Hahaha! You're pathetic! N-no wonder you've never been more than a second-rate top! I...I sure hope you know how to use that dwarf co-cock or else-"

"Or else what, hun?" Mella jumped in. "You gonna fuck me, is that it? Me, the most beautiful and untouchable woman in this company? Bitch, please! You think I'd actually bottom to, lemme see here... a bottom?"

"N...No, I don't! I'll- I'll have Becky do it! Yeah, keep talking. Keep...messing with The Queen and I'll-Oh God! OOHHHHH FUUUUUUCKKK!" Charlotte's spiel was cut off by Carmella's sudden barrage of powerful thrusts, barreling in and out of that useless hole. Accompanying them was a message.

"YEP, that's a good girl! Shut your fuckin' mouth and take that cock, okay? There ya go, that's like, way better, huh? See, sometimes good things DO come in smaller packages!" Needless to say, Carmella knew what she was doing. Her track record wasn't the best; she'd bottomed out to the more talented, more accomplished wrestlers an ungodly amount of times. But unlike most mid-to-lower-tier girls, Mella's story was a bit different. Rarely, if ever, did she bottom because she felt the need to.

Sure, she liked taking cock up her butt, but Carmella was one of those rare, natural tops, whose innate love for dominating trumped any kind of positive feelings for submission. Unfortunately, this was the WWE, often regarded as the #1 destination for the most talented grapplers around. The best of the best came to play in the Fed. More often than not, these best of the best were better than Carmella.

Still, her arrogance and egotism never stopped her from making a lot of terrible bets. Charlotte, Becky, Sasha, and just about everyone had their way with her at least once. She couldn't help herself, not when she was always getting trashed by the hardcore internet fans, too; when the other wrestlers challenged her, Carmella was always determined to prove them wrong. Then, she'd lose, proving both the fans and her colleagues right.

The Princess of Staten Island had never been a true threat to Charlotte's alpha spot. But, that never stopped her aspirations, her big dreams of taking over the whole hierarchy. Maybe it wasn't meant to be, but, just like with cheerleading and with wrestling, Carmella was always willing to give it her best shot. Unfortunately, her best shot right now just wasn't enough.

Not to Char, who only just came moments ago and was fresh off of two top-tier assfuckings. The dick was good, for sure, but wasn't nearly as impactful as the other two. Maybe it was the size, or maybe her slutty hole had gone past the point of no return, where only the best butt-busters would be enough to satisfy her. Either way, Carmella just wasn't cutting it.

Charlotte's moans had quelled considerably as the initial shock of those first thrusts wore off. Carmella continued to jackhammer her cock in and out of that butt regardless, with no resistance ever being shown. Getting fucked multiple times a day for two weeks can do that for you; Char's asshole was well and trained. So Mella's best effort was hardly scraping the bottom of the pleasure barrel for her. Even still, the former Laker girl was having the time of her life.

Whether Charlotte was enjoying it or not, the experience was still money to Mella. Fucking Charlotte's untouchable butt was only attainable in her wildest dreams. In complete honesty, she was certain that The Queen would rule until her retirement, so to be here, in living color, pounding what had since become a whorehole was incredibly surreal. It gave off a high the likes of which no drug in the world could compete with.

"Stupid. Fucking. Whore. Hello? Charslut Floozie? Yeah? YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT! HA!" Carmella jested, her bad joke only managing to get a response from herself. Well, except for Char, who feigned a yawn, before stretching her arms out, all with her temporary top pummeling her backdoor.

"Oh, Mella? Hmm, forgot you were there for a sec, sorry! You know, my butt is reeeaalllyyy loose, so you'll have to do better than that to keep me interested!" The line of tops, as well as Becky, all found Charlotte's little quip hilarious, their disrespectful laughter causing Mella to blush and her hips to slow their pace. Scrunching her face, Carmella began to shoot her mouth again, but the Raw Women's Champ cut in just before she could.

"Alright, Mella, I think yer turn is over. Time to let the next inferior bitch have a go, yeah?" The Fabulous One didn't want to concede, obviously, but did so anyway, not wanting to evoke the wrath of WWE's new alpha. She quickly yanked her cock out and hopped to the back of the line.

"NEXT!" Becky yelled, as a familiar face stepped up to the plate, her long, pink but formerly blood-red locks appearing as glamorous as ever. Eva Marie, fresh off of her return to WWE just a few months ago, looked down to see what had become of the woman who became alpha during her first run with the company. All Pink Everything did not look satisfied.

"Oh...oh no. I couldn't see from back there but, you're really pathetic. Filthy. Disgusting. PATHETIC! Whore. I think...I think I'm gonna..." Eva joked, pretending to vomit, her clowning amusing everyone besides Carmella, who was still sulking off to the side. "Absolutely worthless. A filthy, disgusting, pathetic whore. That's all you are, Charlotte. To think I actually lost my cherry to you." That she did; Eva lost her anal cherry to Charlotte way back in her first run. In fact, Eva was Char's favorite toy, similar to how Asuka had been as of late.

The Face of The EVAlution was far from a bottom, but back then, she worshipped The Queen for her power and ferocity. The woman standing before her, or rather, face-down, ass-up waiting for another cock to invade her butt was not The Queen. Just a shattered, empty shell that kinda looked like her. It was disheartening, to say the least. But, not so disheartening that Eva didn't slam her rod up into the darkened abyss that was Charlotte Flair's bumhole in one fell swoop.

Immediately, Charlotte could tell that Eva wasn't playing around. The size, the shape, the pattern of her thrusts; her former pet was far from another Carmella. In a way, Eva had more topping experience than every other top in WWE now. Sure, her tenure wasn't the longest, by any means, but 90% of it had been spent going over bitches. She may have been Charlotte's preferred pet, but anyone else was fair game to the reality TV star. Several sessions per day, with various women ranging from alpha contenders like Paige to those who loved their place at the bottom of the totem pole.

Back in Eva's day, the next in line to challenge the alpha wasn't so cut and dry. Supposed challengers would bottom out daily and simply stay strong, convincing themselves they could still be tops. The aforementioned Paige was the biggest example of this, someone Eva had played with a few times every week for months, only to never fully embrace what that beautiful pale booty was made for.

Man, those were the days! Even though she'd never officially broken The Anti-Diva, Eva had her way with Paige so much that she might as well have. That was the peak of her career; things haven't been quite as promising as she'd hoped since returning, at least backstage.

For the first time, her in-ring career was flourishing. Sure, Eva still wasn't a very good wrestler, but with age comes experience. She was craftier and wiser than ever, leading to an undefeated streak of sorts. Nobody had beaten her since her return, culminating with Eva Marie's career-defining victory at Money in the Bank, where she won the briefcase. Amazing, right? Can you believe it?

The win was a shock to everyone, including Eva herself. Nevertheless, there was a very good chance that Eva would be holding championship gold sooner rather than later. Her future was looking bright and doing work on Char's slutty bum was only furthering the cause.

Having the toned, powerful frame of a bikini model definitely had its perks and the ability to hand out countless devastating thrusts in short order was one of them. Not a single second passed where Charlotte's ass wasn't being viciously violated by the less-imposing woman. Almost as consistent were the seductive sounds of the supposed power bottom, whose love for getting her ass wrecked like a little bitch only seemed to grow like grass.

"AHHH! You're- MMMM- You're fucking my little asshole very good! Yep, KEEP GOING! DO IT! DO IT!" Charlotte screamed out, the intense pleasure quickly becoming too much for her to handle. Eva's massive cock seemed to hit every spot perfectly; enough to leave the big blonde bimbo satisfied, but also desperate for more. Faster, harder, like how her mistress fucks. Like how Sasha fucked her, too.

In all honesty, Charlotte could tell that Eva wasn't in the same league as those two. But continuing that theme of honesty, she was willing to admit that The Total Diva was far from weak; Eva was an elite top, to the point where she was embarrassed that Carmella got to hit it before her. She may not be as fiery as Becky, or as overly confident as The Boss, but Miss Marie has butt-fucking skill in spades.

There were no wasted motions, with every thrust seeking a quick tour of The Queen's lovely anal canal, only to grow bored and retreat. Unlike the others, Eva seemed to ignore the fact that her time inside Charlotte was limited. She wasn't rushing the pummeling, nor was she consistently going slow. Rather, she used a variety of speeds and techniques to ensure that nothing about their little session ever got stale. Long, thunderous strokes that caused Char's abused and tarnished bumhole to cling to all ten inches, as well as lightning-fast ones that seemed to come and go, but never failed to leave The Nature Girl wanting more. Needless to say, Eva's greatest skill of all was her ability to manipulate her bottom's emotions.

All Pink Everything was always in control; whether she was driving her cock in fast or slow, she always kept Charlotte on the edge of her seat, longing for the opposite. Naturally, this made the entire experience both intoxicating and tedious, as not even the thrill of her butt's first encounter with this technique could save the session from drifting out of her hands. Char hated the way Eva was toying with her, keeping maximum bliss out of grasp. Even still, WWE's power bottom couldn't help but find a twinge of twisted pleasure in being forced to wait for everything Vince's other pet project had to offer.

Everything about this position was still very new for her; a mere two weeks isn't enough to learn it all, and she'd never been treated this way by Becky. For the most part, The Man had allowed her little delusions of grandeur to fester, all in the name of ensuring that The Queen's little asshole was nice and addicted to her cock. But Eva? Her presence demanded respect, and judging by Char's toxicity towards the other tops, getting it wouldn't happen by default. Instead of trying to verbally convince the biggest disgrace to the world titles, Eva took the direct approach and began to train the inexperienced whore in the art of the earned orgasm.

The way Eva was fucking her, Charlotte could tell that cumming was inevitable. Yet, she'd never be able to do that with the current method. Sadly, her years of topping assured her that the only path towards that sweet release would lead to a first time that she'd been avoiding. If she wanted to cum, then Charlotte was going to have to beg for it.

Begging to cum is such a degrading task. She'd begged Becky to fuck her ass, but never to cum, a fact that she'd surprisingly gotten away with. Begging for an anal orgasm was something that Charlotte Flair never dreamed she'd have to do. Not in a million different lifetimes. She was a natural top and, even now as a bottom, refused to admit her inferiority. In her eyes, she was still the same ol' Queen, the only difference being her newfound love for getting her butthole destroyed. Yet here she was, faced with the hardest challenge that any bottom ever has to face. Suffering the ultimate humiliation and proclaiming to the world, without a shadow of a doubt, that she's a worthless, anal-loving bottom, who'd risk her life and well-being if it meant getting to cum with a dick in her ass.

At that moment, Charlotte crossed her heart and thanked God that she didn't have two dicks in her ass yet, as that kind of intensity would tip the scales for sure. But, it was the thought of getting double-bummed that triggered her focus on the current feeling inside her ass. For just a moment, Charlotte could feel her asshole gripping every inch, puckering around that massive shaft like a lifeline. Like Eva's cock was her reason for being. She may not have been Becky Lynch or Sasha Banks, but right then and there, Eva Marie might as well have been Charlotte Flair's mistress. For she elicited a reaction both "superior" tops had failed to.

"Oh my god. God- Fuck, give me more. Fuck my hole faster please! PLEASE! I NEED IT! C'MON EVA, MAKE ME CUM! JUST LIKE I USED TO MAKE YOU! Pretty please? HOLY SHIT! YOUR COCK IS TOO GOOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! I-I CAN'T TAKE IIIIITTTTTT!!!!!" Charlotte pleaded, twisting a semi-respectable attempt at begging into taking another one without asking. Even in her most desperate hour, her face as red as a tomato, Charlotte was still as hard-headed as ever. Luckily, Eva took one for the team and decided to finish off her turn by imparting some key values.

Just as Char's upper body dropped, and it appeared that a mind-numbing climax was all but certain, Eva Marie removed her cock, giving Charlotte her biggest edge by far. Becky had thrown in a few here and there, but never this close to orgasm. A millisecond later, The Queen would've blanked out with orgasmic bliss. Now, having experienced her closet call yet, Charlotte's whole body trembled and quivered as her gaping asshole tantalized every top in line. But, she hadn't cum; for the first time since Becky took her cherry, Charlotte had failed to steal the orgasm.

The Man looked on in disgust as Eva dropped down and spread Flair's muscular ass cheeks apart. The California native gathered as much spit as she could and subsequently released every bit of it into that hole, Char's anal ring so wide that not a single drop of saliva ever touched the sides. Once Eva had her fun, she scurried over to Char's face, fed her a steamy serving ass juice-covered cock, and gave The Queen a good girl compliment.

"Good job, pathetic, filthy, disgusting whore Charlotte! You didn't cum! You almost did, but you stayed strong. I applaud your efforts." Accompanying her words was literal applause in the golfer's format, but only from Eva herself. Once finished, she turned her attention to the broken whore's supposed mistress and offered a piece of sage advice.

"And as far as you go? Becky, wannabe alpha? Teach pathetic, filthy, disgusting whore Charlotte some manners, please. If you wish to be the REAL alpha, then training a bitch should be fairly easy." Eva recommended, stroking Charlotte's long, sweat-matted blonde hair as The Queen sucked every last drop of her ass from Miss Marie's cock.

Never one to lose a war of words, Becky fired back, "Oh, I'll teach her alright! And I'll teach you, too!" Unfortunately for the fiery-haired face, Eva was far more intelligent than she appeared.

Pointing at her briefcase across the room, Miss Marie sassily reminded, "Wannabe alpha Becky, please don't forget how quickly all of this glory can fade for you." Becky's face immediately flipped, remembering how dangerous that damn briefcase can be. Though it had never been done, one well-timed cash in could change the entire complexion of the hierarchy. If a cash-in is made to insert the holder into a wager match, the law of the totem pole states that the winner of said match walks out with BOTH the loser's asses. This made Eva incredibly deadly, especially since she could join whenever's convenient and still reap the rewards.

"Ya...make a good point. Thank you, Eva, fer that wonderful display of how ya fook MY whore! Now please, allow the next in line to take a turn with her!" Becky explained, trying not to step through the thin ice, but also attempting to maintain her respect amongst the other tops. Wickedly licking her chops, Eva removed her cock from Flair's mouth, nodded her head, and stepped aside, allowing the next combatant to enter the fray.

The next in line was Nikki Cross, a self-proclaimed switch, who happened to lean closer toward the topping spectrum. Nevertheless, she took her turn, just like those who'd come before her. Sadly, her performance was only reminiscent of one. Carmella.

Being a weaker top, Nikki had never topped anyone even remotely as successful as Charlotte Flair. She'd mostly been designated to fill the holes of that night's unused slaves, otherwise, Alexa's former on-screen BFF would find herself on the wrong end of the cock. Or was it the right end? The answer usually depends on who you ask.

Regardless, Nikki, as well as the next few tops came and went, all unsuccessful in their attempts to truly pleasure The Queen. Nikki Cross, Sonya Deville, Dana Brooke, and Naomi, all of which were career switches of varying success, stepped up to the plate, one by one. Admittedly, Nikki did the best, as her skill level was at least near Carmella's. But the other three struggled to live up to Charlotte's incredibly high expectations. Especially Naomi, someone who didn't even feel comfortable topping someone of Charlotte's standard. Not when even considering her a switch was pushing it, but she tried and failed nonetheless.

The three lowest-tier tops stepped out of the way and, only then did Becky realize how few tops WWE had at the moment. Only two women remained, one of which was a completely broken whore only here for shits and giggles, and the other was a top, albeit a new girl. For a brief second, Lynch thought about her incredible rise, and how much more satisfying it would've been had she pinned Charlotte, way back at WrestleMania 35. Herself, Charlotte, Ronda, Asuka, Alexa, Bayley, and Sasha, among others, were all seen as legitimate tops, with most listed being certified butt-busters at the time. Now, the topping scene was just plain sad.

Due in no small part to the breaking of major players like Asuka, Alexa, Bayley and now Charlotte, as well as a huge number of needless firings and absences dwindled the number of true rectum wreckers down to three. Herself, Sasha, and Eva, with Rhea hopeful to join the exclusive company. As Bex looked out to her line, she realized just how ridiculous allowing Alexa to be involved truly was. Sure, it would've been a good laugh, seeing Charlotte be taken by her fellow bottom and former lieutenant. But, it would've been a slap to the face of the few real tops left. She couldn't allow that. And anyway, giving Char a visual aid to show her how far she'd fallen was good, too.

"Lexi?" Becky asked, her loyal bitch's frown immediately picking up upon hearing her name being called.