Reclamation - Becky Lynch's Return Ch. 06

"Take that strap-on off!" Any sign of displeasure disappeared without a trace as she removed and tossed her dildo aside in record time, giddily awaiting any further instructions. "Now, why don't ya be a good lass and get on the ground! MMMM- Yeah! Right next to Char!"

"Oooh yes, ma'am!" Bliss eagerly obeyed, quickly taking her place alongside her mistress' new favorite. Her fluttering heart immediately started pounding fast at the prospect of getting fucked for the first time in what had to be weeks. Meanwhile, Bex explained herself to Rhea, as well as the others in the line.

"Rhea, my apologies. This hasn't been the most welcoming environment for a newbie like yerself. I hope ya can forgive me!" Becky didn't sound too genuine but did motion toward Charlotte as a peace offering.

Bopping her head to and fro, Rhea pretended to accept The Man's weak apology, "Yeah, I'm sure I can." After all, who was she to be upset? Rhea imagined her first night on the main roster a bit differently; maybe she'd get to top a veteran like Nattie, at best one of the switches. Possibly make a minor statement of sorts. But, here she was, moments away from getting her revenge on the cruel bitch that stole her anal virginity. Even if she was placed at the back of The Train, fucking Charlotte on night one was far and away above her expectations.

"I'm confident that I will! As far as I see it, we saved the best for last anyway!' Rhea cheekily suggested, leading Becky to lower an eyebrow. Not wanting any more confrontations to ruin this momentous occasion further, Becky let it slide, instead taking her place behind Alexa as Rhea did with Charlotte.

Both bottoms cordially awaited for their tops to make a move, the pair of blonde bimbos prying their asses apart all the while. The view for each domme was quite contrasting; while Charlotte's hole was a wet, gaping, and tattered mess, Lexi's butt was immaculate, having been forgotten about in the wake of The Power Bottom's arrival. In all honesty, Becky felt a little guilty for not giving the loyal, unselfish whore the attention she deserved. Without her, she might've never conquered Charlotte in the first place.

Well, maybe that was a stretch, considering what we now know about Flair's true calling. But, it's fair to assume that without conquering Lexi, Charlotte wouldn't have had an inexperienced lieutenant by her side heading into their first match, someone who she'd been forced into a power struggle with from the onset. Without the looming threat of the seemingly powerful EST, Becky would've never created her brief partnership with The Boss, and the likelihood of her victory falls drastically. The demise of The Queen was essentially a domino effect, all starting with the breaking of Alexa Bliss.

Now, over the last few weeks, the greatest bottom WWE has ever seen has been forced to watch on as her mistress's shiny new toy received all the attention. All of The Man's time and effort, leaving Lexi's perfect little booty unfucked. Having such a skillful whore on the bench, just waiting to be put into action was a real travesty, and it was all Becky's fault. She couldn't rewrite the past, nor would she do anything differently given the chance to. But now, if for nothing more than a few moments, Bex could give Little Miss Bliss something to make up for her discretion.

Tonight was Char's night, her coming-out party and scheduled arrival as a true bottom. It would continue to be so. Becky had a few more events planned for this little mixer, but right now, the selfish, egomaniacal bitch would have to share the spotlight with her former underling, like it or not.

Not that Charlotte was complaining. She hadn't even noticed that Lexi was positioned next to her. Just like when her mistress and Sasha fucked her slutty ass, Eva Marie had left The Queen's brain in a hazy, deteriorated state. Sadly, she wasn't even able to cum like her mistress allowed. That damn Eva blue beaned her harder than she ever had been. Luckily for her though, the look on Ripley's face made her intentions very clear. As she took her cock into her grasp, those intentions became crystal.

Turning toward Becky, Rhea suddenly suggested, "Seeing as though we both have a whorehole to fuck, whaddya say we turn this into a little game?" It was obvious that she saw a golden opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. To unleash two years' worth of rage on Charlotte's bum and to get back at Becky for stunting her career growth.

"How so?" Becky replied genuinely.

"Whoever makes their bitch cum first wins!" Rhea answered, her proposal an attempt to showcase her superiority. Luckily, for Rhea, Becky was always up for a contest, even when the deck was stacked so heavily in the Aussie's favor.

"Nothin' on the line?"

"Nah. Just a friendly wager."

"You're on!" And with that, Becky made the first move, getting a head start over her competition. Proving that looks CAN be deceiving, The Man shoved the entirety of her cock up Alexa's puckered chute, with very little resistance meeting on entry. Of course, that minuscule amount of struggle made all the difference in the world when Ripley's target was a worn-out asshole that's already taken eight different cocks in one night. Naturally, the ninth installment of Charlotte Flair's Train ride went as well as the others.

Both subs bellowed loudly, but where Charlotte's were shrouded in pleasure, Bliss's came with a slight hint of pain. Sure, the pain was welcomed by a slut like Alexa Bliss, but it wouldn't make getting her to climax any easier for Becky. The pain wasn't really her biggest kink.

Meanwhile, Rhea was dealing with a fully-edged bottom who'd already been taken so far. Their little contest hardly seemed fair, but by now, you should know Becky rarely ever fights without her back against the wall. So, this was nothing new. It just meant she'd have to prove why she was the alpha female. What it truly meant to be the best butt-fucker in all of WWE and, by default, all of pro wrestling.

Becky was the alpha now and Rhea was just an upstart. A challenger to her brand-new throne. No more than a pretentious rookie, clearly blinded by her youth to consider herself a match for The Man. She may be big and strong, but Rhea Ripley was far from being Becky Lynch, and the Raw Women's champ was intent on proving it.

Lynch gave The Goddess's grateful booty as many powerful thrusts as it could take until that asshole returned to its normal state of fuckhole. All loosey-goosey, just like they both preferred. If several years wasn't enough time to erase her butt's training, then two weeks wouldn't be. Not when her hole loved all of the attention it was getting.

Lexi's always gotten off most via her attention kink. Getting gaped, bottoming out with countless women taking turns on her shit hole. When she was the center of attention, enjoying her role was incredibly easy. Even when forced to split the difference with Char, Alexa's current situation was more than enough to have her screaming with joy, mostly because the intensity of her mistress's huge strap-on cock barreling inside and out of her ass was all she could focus on.

Charlotte's situation was incredibly similar, for obvious reasons. The Queen had become an anal-addicted whore, despite all of the delusions she was still clinging to. She was a worthless bottom, no doubt about it. For the umpteenth time that night, her ever-evolving asshole had taken a different woman's cock. But, for some strange reason, Rhea felt different. The Nightmare always carried with her an aura of badass and, naturally, she carried that same ferocity with every devastating thrust into that used-up backdoor. And with every thrust, it felt deserved.

Up until tonight, Charlotte's rather short run as a bottom had been all about teaching her to accept this strange new reality. But that hadn't stopped the former alpha's ego from rearing its ugly head. One by one tonight, Charlotte's once-pristine butt was violated by anybody with any semblance of respect. From the alpha, all the way down to the lowest tier switches, everyone had a turn. But, where all except for Becky had to earn Charlotte's respect, Rhea vigorously commanded it.

The force of each thunderous stroke was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Even after all of the damage that'd been done to her little butt, The Nightmare seemed to take it up a notch. That massive cock plunged so powerfully and so deep, that Charlotte could feel it discovering the deepest, most uncharted reaches of her bowels, churning her insides with each entry. As the seconds ticked away like hours, the unending length seemed to push further and further until eventually, she was certain that Rhea's cock was somewhere deep inside her belly. She was wrong, of course; the pressure she was feeling was merely that intense.

Her head sunk to the floor, along with the rest of her body. Barely a minute had passed and she'd already been reduced to mush, the feeling of being fucked in the ass by somebody her size too much for Charlotte to bear. The hench, powerful Australian continued to pummel Flair within what felt like an inch of her life, the happy sub gleefully grinning all the while. Out of her mouth came nonsensical jumbles of praise to The Nightmare, the likes of which Becky had only heard when the bitch was about to cum. But, Charlotte wasn't on the verge of orgasm at all. In fact, she didn't feel like cumming one bit. Rhea had not ordered her to do so. For the first time in her 35 years of life, Charlotte Flair truly felt submissive.

The last few weeks have been a rollercoaster ride of emotions for the decorated women's champion. Losing her freedom to Becky Lynch, bottoming out for the first time, and pledging her loyalty and inferiority to The Man, once and for all. All of that occurred on that first fateful night and had been built upon ever since. But throughout the entire process, Charlotte hadn't felt like a bitch. She hadn't felt as though she was being dominated.

Somehow, The Queen had convinced herself that she was in control, no matter the circumstance. There was no denying it now. Feeling Rhea's strong hands groping her backside as that massive cock fucked her into submission. Each devastating thrust chipping away at the armor that Sasha, Mella, Eva, and even Becky had failed to penetrate to the fullest. The stamina which she usually had in spades was all but drained from her body, the physically imposing former- Queen of WWE nothing more than a lifeless fuckdoll for the badass brutalizer.

Charlotte wore the face of a woman lost in pleasure, and so did Alexa Bliss. But, the difference between the two was stark. It was obvious that Lexi couldn't be happier, the little blonde bitch yapping away like a poodle with every violent volley of thrusts that invaded her butt. However, even the most naked of eyes could tell her happiness had plateaued. Lexi wasn't finding herself; this wasn't a life-changing experience, just the average, run-of-the-mill butt-fucking that Becky would normally deliver. The Man was trying a bit harder, but the point remained. This was nothing that Alexa hadn't experienced before.

Charlotte, however, was undergoing the mother of all transformations. She was no longer under her own control. In what felt like no time at all, Rhea felt as though she'd taken and claimed The Queen for herself. Obviously, Charlotte didn't know what to make of it.

Over the last two weeks, her asshole had developed an attachment to Becky; The RelentLass champion was supposed to be the only one worthy enough to fuck her. She proved that much by making the newfound bottom cum like an anal bitch over and over again. But, something about The Nightmare was vastly different, almost like night and day.

Even through her attachment to her former rival and current mistress, Charlotte never truly felt the need to obey, nor did she ever find herself truly regretting all that time she spent as the alpha. She did, but only when it came to her newfound obsession of filling her worthless asshole. Becky had turned her into The Anal Queen, but, Charlotte had remained mentally stable. Delusional, but stable. Determined to see her new role to the bitter end, but never fully giving out hope that one day, she'd regain her place at the top. As THE top.

That was, until now. Like two pieces of one incredibly stubborn puzzle finally connecting, the former Queen of WWE was finally broken. No longer did she feel the need to be in control or to be the dictator. Charlotte only had two needs now: to obey and to take. To take things in her ass, or wherever her tops wanted, all with a little bit of flair.

Just like that, Rhea Ripley proved her superiority over the entire roster, maybe even including the alpha. Becky was tough, a fighter who always seemed to manage in the murkiest of odds. But, as the entire roster looked on, in awe of what they were witnessing, the biggest babyface in wrestling finally seemed to meet a force that no amount of resiliency would save her from. Something that would possibly, at long last, keep her down for the three count.

Maybe that was a stretch, considering topping power and in-ring acumen don't necessarily go hand-in-hand. Nevertheless, on just her very first night, Rhea had managed to establish herself as the greatest threat to Becky's young reign as alpha. A fact she was determined to hammer home even further by continuing to fuck the champ's favorite toy silly. All the while, Becky looked on in horror as her grip on the women's division loosened, if ever so slightly.

Big Time Bex wasn't doing herself any favors either; as an outsider looking in, you'd be remiss to think that Becky was the alpha between herself and The Nightmare. Ripley was bigger, stronger, and more ferocious than Becky ever was. Not to mention she was brutalizing a historically gifted superstar, whereas Lynch was dominating the self-proclaimed biggest buttwhore in WWE history. And to pile on even further, Rhea's whore was omitting a reaction twice as large.

Lexi was screaming her little lungs out, but nothing could compete with an ex-alpha going through the motions. Just a few weeks ago, Charlotte was on track to become the greatest domme of all time. One step closer to realizing her dream of retiring as an unbroken, anal virgin alpha-like on one woman before her. Now she was about to make history, but for a completely different reason altogether. For now, as Rhea continued to pummel that used-up hole, giving the newbie-slut every inch with Earth-shattering force, Charlotte Flair was about to cum. Where the history-making comes in, is how she would. Because The Queen was about to prove herself wrong. She was about to prove once and for all that she could be a bitch with manners.

"Oh, God! Oh God, Mistress Rhea, please let me cum! I NEED to cum!" Charlotte pleaded for the first time under her own volition, her sharp nails digging deep into the flesh of her ass cheeks as the entire roster let out an audible gasp. It wasn't taboo to hear a sub call a woman who wasn't their top "mistress". Except when their top's the alpha. That's a big no-no. A massive red flag in terms of questioning ownership. Which was why the roster was so shocked when it happened. But, for all that were surprised, none were more than Becky herself.

The Man! The Champ! The Alpha! At that moment, she looked second-rate at best. The supposed upstart NXT debutant was mere moments away from winning their little wager. Meanwhile, Becky had hardly gotten out of the starting blocks. Honestly, she was working with a far more experienced butt bitch, who could take a lot more punishment before cumming than Charlotte could. But, it didn't matter; The Queen was inches away from popping, which made what happened next all the more humiliating for The Man.

Flair continued to beg and plead, but her cries for an orgasm fell on deaf ears. Eventually, Rhea grew bored of hearing the athletic anal Amazon beg for nothing. So, she used Charlotte's pathetic display to humiliate the whore's owner. "Hold on, Flair. You're not gonna cum a single ounce until Becky catches up, understand?"

"I don't need any help! Lexi, slam yer ass against me!" Becky growled in suggestion, trying desperately to save face by forcing her charge to speed the process along.

"Yes- OH MY...mmmm FUCK! Yes, Mistress!" Lexi squeaked, before adhering to her owner's demands, throwing that famously bubbly butt back opposite Becky's brutal thrusts. Immediately, Little Miss Bliss began to tremble, her stubby arms barely able to hold her body up as sensations in her booty hole intensified.

"You know," Rhea started, barely able to hold back her laughter. "Having her fuck herself doesn't make you look better than me. Everyone here knows that I'm the superior top. Isn't that right...Charlotte?" Rhea couldn't help but smile as her plan to humiliate the Raw Women's Champion was going off without a hitch.

Immediately, Becky felt her heart sink to the bottom of her chest, a feeling that in and of itself, pissed her off! She's The Alpha! THE top in all of WWE! So why? Why should there ever be a question of who exactly Charlotte Flair, property of The Alpha, belongs to? And why did the possibility of the shameless whore spewing out anything but the correct answer scare her so much?

The tension built and built as Charlotte, still struggling to hold back that forthcoming orgasm, failed to answer, which helped ease The Man's tension momentarily. But then, just when it seemed like Rhea had jumped the gun, Charlotte answered and in doing so, sent the entire locker room into a frenzy.

Charlotte, barely able to hold her eyes open, confessed, "Y-y...no, Becky's the best!" Both Rhea and Becky laughed, before quickly turning towards each other.

"Thanks, Char, I knew you were my bitch after all!" Becky gleamed, almost delusionally so, leaving Rhea no choice but to roll her eyes and groan as she continued to pump that slutty asshole full.

"God, who are you kidding? Look at her, Becky! She doesn't belong to you anymore. Just like that, The Man's had her most prized possession stolen. Your little pet just doesn't know it quite yet. But, we'll work that out in due time," Rhea assured, briefly clenching her right hand into a fist before slamming it down onto Charlotte's already bruised butt with reckless abandon. A few more thunderous smacks followed, then Rhea reiterated, "Yeah, you belong to me now, don'tcha, Char? Think long and hard, then tell the truth!"

Finally, it was the moment of truth! Rhea was all but certain that Charlotte would agree, but honestly, The Queen's refusal to admit so after the first ask was a bit upsetting. Nevertheless, any kind of worry she might've felt was inconsequential when compared to Becky's. The Man, so young into her reign as alpha, could've never guessed that someone would be so willing to challenge her this early on, let alone dare to suggest that Charlotte would belong to anyone but her! The woman that broke the best! Yet, she was worried that, due to nobody's fault but her own, that was exactly what happened.

As she waited on pins and needles for Flair's response, Becky realized that evoking the dreaded Locker Room Train on Charlotte was a huge mistake. A prized piece of ass like The Queen would always be coveted and, in turn, would put a huge target on her back. But if she wouldn't have been so cocky, if Becky would've simply played her cards safely and not tried to push Char past the point of no return, there'd be no question who the Amazonian blonde belonged to.

Admittedly, Becky had gotten carried away. Charlotte had pressed on the idea of The Train on Becky and Sasha so thick, that the red-headed warrior couldn't resist the temptation of some sweet, sweet payback. But in doing so, she called upon a small legion of tops who, one by one, had all seemed to pleasure Charlotte more than Becky did, in some regard. Rhea, Sasha, and Eva, at least. The others were spotty at best. Nonetheless, all of it could've been avoided.