ToXXXic Ch. 02

"So...you're really gonna bend over, just like that, no caveats or nothing? You're not gonna expect me to return the favor or anything like that?" Roxanne questioned fairly.

"Maybe one day," Indi quipped with a grin. "But, no. Trust me. I just want what's best for ya. If that means givin' up my arse...then so be it."

Roxanne reached down, wrapped her little hand around her shaft, and started stroking as she parroted,"So be it."

"So...." Indi dragged in response. "Ya gonna come and pound this or what?" She wagged her tail again and this time, Roxanne didn't no-sell Indi's finest moves.

"You bet that fat ass I am," Roxy assured, stroking that huge shaft, still covered in Gigi Dolin's DNA as she closed in. Though, something was off. Something about topping her friend didn't feel right. At least, not in their current states. But, Roxy had an idea of how to fix it.

Much to Indi's surprise, Roxanne suggested, "But before I do, I think you should put this back on," and took hold of Indi's strap-on harness, pulling it back up Indi's legs and tightening it back around her waist.

"Wha...ya want me to keep this on? Why?" Indi asked puzzledly.

"Well for starters, I think it's kinda hot," Roxy admitted before elaborating, "But, I think it's a fitting way to fuck you. Consider it a sign of respect from your alpha." Truthfully, it was the exact opposite of respect, though Roxanne wasn't aware of that.

Getting bummed while wearing your strap-on is a surefire way to never be taken seriously again, often seen as an equal to taking two cocks at once in terms of degradation. It subtly meant that Indi was a disgrace to her cock, and didn't deserve to wear it. Luckily they were all alone outside of Toxic, who were already too broken to care anyway. Otherwise, Indi would've shut her uppity little pal down.

"Gee, thanks," Indi sarcastically applauded, rolling her eyes before asking, "Do me a favor, though?"

"Sure, what are you thinking?"

"Go through my bag and grab the bottle of lube I've got in there. It's been a while and I'd rather not find myself in hospital tomorrow," Indi explained, and Roxanne nodded.

"I think that can be arranged," Roxy agreed, stretching to reach the bag and quickly fishing out the small, clear bottle of lube inside. "Any particular reason you just happened to bring lube when Toxic was on the docket? We both know they never would've needed it."

"Yeah, sure there is. I pictured tonight ending with you in my place," Indi jested before ultimately reassuring, "But don't worry, that was my old plan."

"Yeah, yeah, that's believable," Roxanne sarcastically dismissed as she emptied a copious amount of lube onto both her cock and Indi's puckered, unfucked asshole. "Just like you're letting me fuck you for 'my own good'."

"Oh just shut up and stick it in my arse already!" Indi groaned, reaching back to spread her meaty cheeks as much as the strap-on harness around her waist would allow, which in any case, was more than enough to give Roxanne a clean, clear path.

"I don't know," Roxy feigned ignorance as she lined her shaft up with that awaiting butthole. "I feel like I should make you beg first."

"Gimme a break," Indi complained, then when it became clear that Roxanne wasn't joking, she insisted, "I'd rather not. You're lucky I'm bendin' over at all. "

"Do it," Roxy succinctly demanded.

Indi sighed, "Ugh, do I really have to?"

Roxanne smiled and assured, "You don't have to. But we both know that you secretly want to. C'mon, Ind, it's like you said: nobody's watching! Indulge a little bit."

Indi couldn't help but be impressed by Roxy's use of her own words against her. A pro move, one that she's used dozens of times, but never would have expected someone so inexperienced to pull out. Impressive, as always, maybe more "Impressive" than Indi herself, though she'd never admit it to Roxanne directly. In any case, Roxanne's most-recent display of knowledge beyond her years was enough to budge Indi's stance.

"Fine...Roxy, please stick that big cock in my bum! Give it to me! Maybe even make me like it, if ya can! Show me how much of a prodigy the NXT champ really is!"

Roxanne put a finger on her chin and joked, "Hmm...I think you can do better."

"That's all ya get!" Indi snapped, and delivered an order of her own. "Now fuck me!"

"Oh, alright," Roxanne relented. "Challenge accepted! Keep 'em spread for me, Ind, 'cause I'm not just gonna make you like it, I'm gonna make you love it!" With that, the time for talking had come to an end. Roxy pressed the tip of her cock against Indi's glistening butthole and pushed forward.

Indi cried out as her arse was invaded for the first time in many months; if it wasn't for all of the lube at play, she would've been absolutely done for. Luckily both girls were fully equipped though, so after the initial penetration and with a little elbow grease, Indi's butt was able to tackle Roxy's head. From there, more was bound to follow.

Roxanne took her time stuffing that ass, her friend's ass, and because of that caring touch, Indi managed to handle the pain. It wasn't exactly a walk in the park, but thanks to all of the lube, the slow invasion was as quick and painless as possible. Inch after inch disappearing, her asshole expanding graciously, the sight of which was so beautiful, it could've brought a tear to Roxy's eye. Just a shame it didn't last much longer.

Before long, every inch had been stuffed inside of that tight pipe, Indi whimpering weakly as the intense, crushing pressure nearly crippled her. Lube or not, she'd never taken the entirety of another woman's shaft so quickly; it was as if she opened up specifically for Roxanne. Nevertheless, Roxy, clearly having the time of her life, couldn't help but poke fun at Indi's suffering.

"Wow, look at you go, Ind! You really wanted it, huh? Taking all that cock? Good girl!" Roxy joked, her words far more playful than they seemed, though Indi hardly took them that way.

"I-I'm g-glad ya h-havin' fun," Indi groaned sarcastically.

"Me too," Roxanne agreed, despite the satirical nature of Indi's quip. "I'm sure glad I let you talk me into this, Indi. I gotta say, it feels way better inside someone with a little self respect."

"T-Thanks, I-I guess."

"You're welcome," Roxanne saluted before wondering, "Now I just need to know if actually fucking this ass is as fun as filling it up. Get ready, Indi, we're about to find out!" Without any further hesitation, The Prodigy retracted her hips, building anticipation before eventually slamming forward forcefully, officially beginning the ass fucking.

Just like before, Roxanne took her time and allowed Indi to adjust, step by step. Though her thrusts were powerful, they lacked the kind of speed necessary to deal serious damage. At least for now anyway. In time, they'd surely quicken, but for the time being, Roxy was satisfied with pumping Indi's Impressive ass at her own leisure, a leisure that, in any case, only helped to further loosen that bumhole.

As Roxanne settled into her groove, she reached forward and took hold of Indi's harness, the strap-on harness she insisted her friend leaves on despite its useless nature with their current roles. From there, she used her tight grip on that sinking leather for leverage, Indi's own hands holding a similar grip on her ass cheeks, keeping them as far apart as possible. Together, their efforts allowed Roxanne to safely increase her speed a bit, and boy, could Indi tell the difference.

The sudden change hit her like a ton of bricks, to the point where Indi could hardly even keep her ass spread. She shook and shivered as Roxy pounded her pipe, and in the process, allowed the first of what promised to be many moans to fall from her lips. It was subtle, but she couldn't help it; it was beginning to feel good.

"Ooh, I heard that!" Roxy teased, continuing to pump her hips.

"H-Heard...mmmmm....w-what?" Indi played coy.

"Just you, moaning like a little bitch!" Roxy barked, seemingly finding another level to her impressive ass-fucking game, picking up the speed once again, much to Indi's surprise.

In between her moans, which grew even louder as the buggery sped up, Indi dumbfoundly asked, "G-Goddamn, don't y-ya ever g-get tired?" Her question was genuine, the shock she felt clinging to every word. Honestly, she was right to call upon an interrogation, because such raw stamina was simply unheard of!

You'd think after giving Gigi's big butt everything she had, Roxy would be tapped out on energy, yet here she was, discovering second and third, maybe even fourth winds this late into her evening. It was incredible, and as much as Indi wanted to continue to argue for the sake of winding up her friend, she couldn't! Physically, speaking became too hard of an action to muster once the typically intense pressure manifested into a properly exquisite pleasure.

Pounding, pumping, plowing; Roxanne was seemingly giving that beautiful peach everything she had and, for her credit, Indi was taking it like a fucking champ. A true buttslut, which honestly was a little surprising but, this far into their respective zone's, it didn't mean a thing. If anything, it gave Roxy an excuse to flash her prodigious talent even more. That's when things really began to change.

There was no warning, no calm before the storm to indicate what was coming. And since Rox was already pumping her hips fast to begin with, when she kicked things up another few notches, it was utter insanity! No rest for the weary, as they say, and Roxy was intent on depriving Indi from anything even remotely resembling rest. She wanted this, after all.

Only a fool would willingly give their ass away under the guise of "helping a friend." Roxy would never outright confront Indi about it without joking or cutting the tension, but she knew exactly why Hartwell wanted to bend over. Why Impressive Indi spread her cheeks without being asked, and begged for a cock when she didn't have to. Merely because she wanted to.

Roxanne had noticed her friend's wandering eyes throughout their room with Toxic Attraction, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't keep her eyes focused on Jacy. No, instead, her eyes were locked towards Gigi and Rox, the women she wasn't fucking. Initially, Roxanne noticed these little peeks and chalked them up to jealousy, jealousy to top Gigi Dolin, the woman Indi wanted more, so effortlessly. Roxy was right about Indi's jealousy...just not about who she was jealous of. She didn't wish to swap places with Roxanne. No, she wanted to swap with Gigi.

Whether oblivious, purposeful, delusional, or anything in between, Indi Hartwell made the decision to bend over out of her selfish desire to test her asshole's limits against the NXT Champion, the new alpha. To give herself an excuse to save face and quell the unimaginable humiliation of bottoming to such an inexperienced, albeit incredible top. Perhaps a part of her truly wanted to help out her friend, hell, maybe it was even the primary motivator. But deep down, Roxanne was certain that Indi's intentions weren't as pure as she promised them to be, whether she realized it or not.

What she did realize though, for certain, was that Roxanne Perez, little Roxanne who aimlessly walked into WWE last year a star-struck superfan, was pounding her asshole harder and faster than anyone had in her entire life. Relentless, brutal thrusts that pushed beyond what Indi though she knew pleasure to be, deep into a realm of unknown. Unknown, like all of the spots Roxanne managed to find and annihilate, spots Indi hadn't even found on the other side of strap-on, much less being fucked by one.

Indi's arms, typically powerful, grew weak, to the point where she finally lost her grip on her ass cheeks. Roxanne's grip on the strap-on that she insisted her friend wear never faulted though; if anything, it tightened, Roxy using that grip to pull Indi into every Earth-shattering thrust. Her cheeks jiggling endlessly, even as the harsh leather dug into her skin, something that should've constricted her movements.

Both girls were flying high on cloud-nine, pleasure obviously seeking into every inch of Indi's long, well-defined frame, but managing to elicit a similar feeling into Roxanne as well, a feeling familiar yet, completely foreign. The thrill of bumming another woman had never been so prevalent.

Pounding Gigi or Jacy was fun, but they had no self-respect. Mandy, the only other woman she'd fucked, pretended to be more than what she actually was; a bottom in disguise. But as much as Indi wanted this, needed to feel Roxanne inside of her, there was no disguising what she truly was. At the very least, Indi Hartwell was a switch, and at her best, one of the very strongest tops in NXT. She carried with her an integrity, even if it had been tossed aside in favor of making this a night The Prodigy would never forget. And to Indi's credit, it was working.

The rush was euphoric, almost cathartic even. Each time she punished that hole, she felt her stance on "retiring" from topping lightning, until she couldn't remember why she wanted to do it in the first place. Of course, something similar had awakened inside of Roxanne the night she bummed The Golden Goddess, and while this one felt no different in substance, it was far more powerful. And far more effective.

Effective, in the sense that Roxanne really felt like if she was ever going to turn the leaf, now was it. It really, truly couldn't get any better than this! Indi's butthole was pure lush, unspoiled perfection. If anything could turn her, this was it, and yet, she still felt as though becoming a full-time top could only be detrimental! No matter how much fun all of this was, and no matter how incredible it felt to top a woman so much older, larger, and stronger than her, this needed to be the last hurrah. And judging by Roxy's performance, it was certainly fitting the bill.

The thrilling action seemed to peak over and over, only truly hitting a crescendo as Roxy's thrusts found a sudden blast of resistance in their way; Indi's butthole was tightening around that cock. Unsurprising due to how openly and honestly the Impressive Aussie was moaning, as well as how powerfully Roxy was pumping her hips, but Indi was very close to cumming. That fact didn't go unnoticed.

"You're about to cum, aren't you, Indi? Oh fuck- you are, I can feel it!" Roxanne purred, skillfully slowing down a tad, not wanting to push Indi over the edge by force.

"N-No!" Indi weakly denied. "N-Not...until..."

"Until what?" Roxanne asked, surprised; she was sure Indi would be ecstatic to receive the privilege of cumming.

Wincing, Indi asked, "Un...til...ya agree...to keep toppin'!"

A strange request, one that Roxy was honestly surprised to hear Indi make since it definitely muddied her theory about Indi bending over selfishly. But in any case, it made giving her what she wanted even easier. She didn't have to mean it; Roxy just needed to give her friend what she wanted. That way, she could cap off her brief topping career with some real fireworks.

"Alright, fine! I promise that I'll keep topping, okay? I promise! Now cum!" Roxanne gave in, succumbing to Indi's desires.

"Y...Ya mean it?" Indi questioned, struggling to hold back her burgeoning climax.

"Yes, I promised, didn't I? Go ahead, you can cum! No, actually, I demand that you cum! Do it, right fucking now! Cum! Cum for me, Indi! CUM!!!!"

"Ohh fuuuuuuck YESSSS!!!! I'M FUCKIN' CUUUMMMINNN'!!!!!" Indi screamed as she let go, all of her pent-up pleasure boiling over and releasing. So condensed, both from holding out and staying abstinent for quite some time, but finally, Indi stopped holding back. She finally came, she came with her friend's cock inside of her. Indi didn't cum as hard as Gigi or even Jacy for that matter, but she definitely came harder than she ever had before. Which was impressive in and of itself, but more impressive was the fact that the first orgasm didn't come along.

Indi came several times, the first making way for the other to occur fairly easily, especially since Roxanne never stopped giving that hole her all. She kept pounding and pummeling Indi's butt until she finally ran out of stamina, collapsing forward on top of Indi's body, which had already done the same once she was tapped out. There, the two friends laid, completely spent; a fitting conclusion to Roxanne's short but successful topping career. Well, almost.

After several minutes, Roxy and Indi finally began to recover. Roxanne was first, slowly plucking her cock from that now gaping asshole, so wide it looked like it could take her whole fist in one go, and standing tall. Her muscles were sore and barely functioning, but she managed long enough to find comfort in Jacy Jayne, the human pillow she'd rested on the last time she finished a topping session, Roxy dropping to her knees and resting her head on Jacy's big, round bum.

This was a trigger of sorts, a wake-up call to send Gigi into action, who semi-consciously crawled over to Mistress Prodigy with one intention: to worship Roxanne's pretty little feet. She wasn't alone in glorifying Roxy's incredible body, either; for her merits, Jacy managed to reach around and grope the Champ's small but stunningly perky and oh-so beautiful tits, at least as much as her prone position and Roxanne's head on her ass would allow.

Indi, though slow to recover, eventually joined the threesome and turned it into a foursome; her legs refused to work, so she had no other choice but crawl over. Though her asshole was sore, and the rest of her body wasn't far behind, Indi eventually made it, immediately taking Roxanne's cream-covered cock into her mouth and sucking it clean. Together, the three worked in harmony to worship Roxanne. A woman that, to their estimation, was everything she claimed to be. Obviously a prodigy in the ring, and a prodigy in the sack to boot.

Hartwell couldn't clean that cock forever, so when all was said and done, she helped Roxanne remove it, and refocused her sights on Perez's prim, prodigious little pussy, soaking-wet from the rush of topping for what she believed to be the last time. Indi licked, slurped, and munched that perfect rug as Toxic Attraction both worked together to supplement The Locker Room Leader's actions, though Gigi couldn't help herself, and occasionally spit out Roxy's toes to suck on Indi's cock, which dangled only a few inches from her face at all times.

Truly no better feeling in the world....three beautiful woman, all worshiping her body after getting their asses fucked. This really was the life...just a shame that Roxanne had to give it all up. At least, that's what she thought, anyway. What she thought, until her phone began to ring.

Being the least compromised of the three, Gigi ran to collect it. Once she had, her jaw dropped. She quickly returned moments later, fear filling her eyes as she handed over the phone to its rightful owner, the NXT Champion, Roxanne Perez. The typically fearless Roxanne, who couldn't imagine shivering from the thought of receiving a phone call and yet, from a mere glance at the caller I.D., was doing exactly that.

Calling her was a contact she, and every other wrestler programmed into their phones the day they signed, but often never used. One that she especially never had to use, as the sole Superstar existing outside of the hierarchy. One that read: "Stephanie McMahon". Whatever business the Billion-Dollar Princess had with Roxanne wasn't clear, but one thing was common knowledge: getting a call from the boss's daughter was never a good thing. In fact, it was the exact opposite!