ToXXXic Ch. 03

True to her name, Roxanne was the most natural top Rhea had ever seen. She effortlessly forced Cora's mind into complete numbness for anything Rhea was doing. Hell, she even stole the responsibility of leading this ass-fucking duet from Mami herself, the tempo once controlled by Rhea but now Roxanne was dictating the pace. She had Cora eating out of the palm of her hand like an absolute professional and, as such, guided the little bitch to what promised to be a legendary orgasm.

"M-Mistress Prodigy, can I cum? Please, can I cum, Mistress Prodigy?" Cora deliriously begged, notably leaving her "Mami" out of the plea. Though Rhea herself wasn't pressed. Nope, Judgement Day's Eradicator was less akin to a cuck and more so a hungry lioness, stalking her prey. But, in her eyes, the prey wasn't Cora Jade. It was Roxanne, who was just moments away from officially becoming a full-time top, Rhea could feel it. Bringing Cora home was exactly what Roxy needed to WANT to admit it, and naturally, bring Rhea closer to that ultimate goal of one day bending The Prodigy over and taking that sweet, unfucked Latina booty for herself. So, instead of getting all up-in-arms about Cora's obsession with her rival, Rhea instead played into it.

"Mistress Prodigy isn't gonna make ya cum, whore!" Rhea growled in Cora's ear, elaborating, "Not 'til ya apologize for turnin' on 'er back then! Bein' a jealous little bitch who couldn't win the big one! Right, Rox?"

Just like that, Roxanne was faced with the most important decision of her life, one she'd had to make twice already. Before, with a bit of internal struggle, her virtues prevailed. But this time? Roxanne's libido was unmatched. She couldn't help but play along. Get into the spirit of dominating this young woman she has so many conflicting feelings for. Become a top.

"Right! I wanna hear an apology, bitch! Right now!" Roxanne barked, and Cora loved every second of it. "Say sorry for breaking up our team!"

"Oh God...I'm sorry for breaking up our team, Mistress Prodigy!" Cora said with no hesitation, still getting her butthole absolutely demolished by both super tops.

"Say sorry for betraying my trust!"

"I'm...I'm f-fucking sorry for b-betraying your-AHHHH-your trust!"

Cora was barely hanging on. The closer she came, the deeper Roxanne fell into her Mistress Prodigy "character". The more natural it became.

"Say sorry for thinking that you could ever be more than me!"

"I'm sorry, Rox-I mean, Mistress Prodigy! You're the best! You're the best! That's why you're the Champion and I'm just a j-jealous little bitch!"

Then Roxanne, running purely on instinct and lust, uttered words she'd never dreamed of saying and actually meaning. "You're MY jealous little bitch, Cora!"

"Fuck yes, I am! I'm yours! S-Sorry, Mami, but I b-belong to Mistress Prodigy! My holes are hers!!!"

Rhea couldn't help but grin, impressed by Roxanne's pure ability. "No skin off my metaphorical sack, mate, I nevah wanted ya to begin with! Ya were always meant to be Roxy's bitch!"

Roxanne nodded her approval. Rhea posed a question. "Whaddya think, Rox? Think we give the bitch what she wants, now? Let 'er, cum?"

Perez's confirmation was indirect.

"Go ahead, bitch! Cum for me!" Roxanne ordered, once again forcing her way towards the center of attention. Again, hard for Rhea to care when she was executing her duty to a T. If Roxanne wasn't officially a top now, then she'd truly never, ever be one. Though, there didn't appear to be any doubt. "Cum for your owner! CUM FOR ME, CORA!"

Such a simple command couldn't have been easier to obey. Cora was struggling NOT to cum ten times, much less once. Struggling to not give up on her dreams of beating Roxy for the NXT title. Hell, right then and there, in an alternate reality, Cora would've thrown away everything in the name of worshiping Mistress Prodigy for every waking moment of the rest of her life. But luckily...she didn't have to. Nobody would judge her if she bent over for Roxanne night after night, week after week, especially not in NXT, where everyone else was gagging for the same privilege. She could still take her craft seriously, train with Rhea and become a legitimate championship contender. And then, when she won, she could celebrate by letting Mistress Prodigy destroy her perfect, slutty fucking butt. And it was with that thought that Cora finally came.

She came and came, and when it appeared as though no woman should ever cum so much, she came some more. Hell, she passed out after the first few orgasms, only to come to after cumming again, and then pass out again after her 4th and 5th consecutive orgasms. By far her greatest triumph, a double-bumming she'd never forget that, incredibly, she only attributed to one person. Not Mami, the greatest in all of WWE, but Mistress Prodigy, the next in line.

By the time Cora finally finished up, her body had officially given out. Slumped and lifeless, her mind and empty, hollow shell. Rhea, in her infinite strength, was the least drained, both physically and mentally. She took charge and guided the broken young girl off of their cocks, setting her down belly-first on the floor adjacent to where the magic had unfolded. Having caught her breath moments later, Roxanne crawled over, finding the desire to survey the damage unstoppable. She found the sight of Cora's eternally gaping butthole, pathetically struggling and failing to return to its original state to be oddly satisfying.

"Nice, isn't it?" Rhea asked, her own gaze cast upon Roxy's impeccable cheeks.

"Have to say it is," Roxanne lustily agreed. "Didn't think I'd ever find myself saying that but...it really is! I mean, look at the way it twitches, thinking it'll actually get to close back up! Hahaha, as if I won't just fill it again as soon as possible!"

"Again, huh?" Rhea asked, smiling like a proud mother, both from Roxy's statement and again, that booty. "So, does that mean a job well-done for Mami, then? Am I OFFICIALLY lookin' at NXT's alpha, right here?"

Roxanne smiled, almost subtly agreeing, but couldn't help but play coy. Especially now that her appetite was beyond the point of being easily satisfied. "I don't know, Rhea. I think I need another...what was the word Steph used...incentive? Yeah, that's it," Rox assured, licking her cherry lips. "I think I need another incentive."

Roxanne rose to her feet, swaggering every bit of her five feet.

Rhea raised an eyebrow and skeptically asked, "Wh...What are ya gettin' at, Rox?"

"I'm thinking that the only thing that can beat butt-fucking my best frenemy is butt-fucking the current alpha. And I'm not interested in waiting to test that theory! I wanna dive headfirst into this lifestyle with your FAT ASS, Rhea!"

"Wait, wait, hold-up!" Rhea squared up. "Who do ya think ya talking to?"

"You," Roxy clarified. "The one with the fattest ass in the room. A fat ass that was made for my cock."

At that moment, Rhea realized that she'd created a monster.

"Out of respect for Stephanie, I'll pretend like ya didn't just say that. Either way, this session is over. I did my job! I made ya embrace bein' a top. Now take ya bitch and leave, before I have to remind ya who the real alpha is!"

A snicker, as Roxy asked, "But did you, though?"

"Did I, what?" Rhea asked sternly.

"Do your job? I mean..." Roxy grinned as her words lingered, The Prodigy softly stroking her cock covered in Cora's juices. "Who says I've embraced my true calling in taming bitch ass? There's nobody here but us. Cora's out. Just me and you. My cock and your ass, Rhea, a match made in heaven. And most importantly, not a single soul to call my bluff when I lie to Stephanie if I don't get what I want."

"What are ya, stupid? Ya think Cora's not gonna run around, tellin' everyone in NXT who wants ya to top how ya made her ya bitch? It'll get out," Rhea attempted to argue.

"Exactly, Rhea. It'll get out, unless I order my bitch to keep it a secret, right? What? You don't think she'll obey my every command? Ha, c'mon, Rhea, wake up! We were both fucking her and she only cared about little old me! I'm sure she can follow 'keep your mouth shut', if I tell her to."

"Whatevah!" Rhea weakly argued again.

"Oh, whatever is right, Rhea. Bottoming to me, it's whatever! It won't have any long term effects on a strong and confident woman like yourself, right? So just indulge! Or else, I'm gonna tell Steph that you failed. That I'll never take my throne, and it's all your fault. And boy, would it be a real shame to lose that little financial compensation you mentioned earlier, or what?"

"You wouldn't," Rhea attempted to assure, but didn't even sound confident herself.

"Oh, I most certainly would. I'm the new NXT alpha, Rhea. Oops! Too bad nobody heard me say that but you, right? Guess you'll have to give me what I want if you wanna get paid, huh?"

God, Rhea wanted to put the uppity little bitch in her place SOOOOOO bad! Lying, cheating, and conniving, far more so than she'd initially taken Roxy for. Even worse, a small part of her respected the grind. Not nearly enough to WANT to give up her ass, but the money Steph was paying for a job well-done filled in the blanks. Serious money was on the table, as well as one day giving Roxy's ass what it so desperately deserved, something that couldn't happen until Roxy had embraced the topping/bottoming culture in front of everyone, not just a few people in private.

Even still, Rhea wasn't sold on the idea that Steph would so easily back out of their deal. No matter what, Rhea saw this job done until the end, right? They'd hit every note. Roxy topped Cora, just as planned. Cora announced her devotion for Roxy, just as planned. What else could she do? But, of course, the word that had haunted her played back in Rhea's mind: "Ringer". She could hear the full speech on repeat:

"You have to be my ringer, Rhea! If Roxanne rejects her throne, other girls will take her lead in the future and slowly, our culture will cease to exist. It sounds extreme, I know. But we can't take no for an answer! Not without exhausting every option. So if Cora's ass isn't enough, then you MAKE yours enough! I don't care how humiliating it is! Nothing is more humiliating than watching traditions die!"

Strong, impassioned words from a woman with more business savvy than Rhea or Roxy have topping prowess. This was a lose-lose situation for Rhea and, unfortunately for her reputation, she cared about losing her payout and good favor with the boss more than losing her butt to this overrated shrimp for a few minutes. So, she finally relented.

"Alright, fine!" Rhea groaned. "Whatevah. But if I hear anythin'...and I mean, ANYTHIN' even closely resemblin' a rumor 'bout this, and I'll fucken end ya, Rox. Promise. I WILL end you."

"Yay!" Roxanne clapped giddly, dismissing Rhea's threats. "I'm so glad you're seeing things my way. Before we start, why don't you try calling me Mistress Prodigy? You know, so I can 'see if I'm doing it right', hehe."

"Fuck off," Rhea dismissed, reaching for her strap-on harness and beginning to untighten it.

"Fair enough. You can leave that on, by the way," Roxanne said, in reference to the strap. "I like the idea of fucking a top in their true form. It's like, a sign of respect."

"Again, I repeat: FUCK OFF! No way I'm lettin' ya bum me while wearin' my strap. That's the fucken opposite of respect!"

"That's funny...Indi Hartwell let me fuck her like that."

Rhea's jaw dropped.

"Oops, that was supposed to stay a secret!" Roxanne laughed, shortly after shrugging it off. "Eh, guess it wasn't meant to last. Yep, my topping career didn't start and end with Mandy and Toxic, Rhea. I had a little impromptu return a few weeks ago, with a real top! She tried to get me in, just like you guys. But at least she was doing it for me, and not for herself."

Still stunned, Rhea argued, "Yeah, some top. Sounds like she was really doin' it for herself, bendin' over so easily!" Rhea finally undid her strap, letting it fall to her ankles.

"You're one to talk," Roxanne quipped, Rhea hissing in response. "But whatever, I'm glad it stayed a secret until now. Had that been known, it's possible Steph would've reconsidered her efforts to swing all of this. And I wouldn't have felt the greatest rush in my life, from giving Cora what she deserved after betraying me. At least, the greatest rush...until I feel what it's like to fuck a REAL alpha."

"Ya fucked Mandy didn't ya?" Rhea asked, getting on the bed in prime doggy. "Not that she's anywhere in my league or somethin'."

"Yeah, I did. I mean, for a while, I thought I fucked her so hard that she left WWE in embarrassment. Either way, like you said, it's not the same. You're the top of the mountain, Rhea. The tippy top. You're Mount Everest. And here I am, about to scale you on my first day."

"Just do your worst already so I can go back to plottin' ways to repay the favor," Rhea ordered.

"Oh, I'll do my worst, alright," Roxanne seductively assured before ordering, "Flip over. I want you on your back."

"On my...back? That's a little weird," Rhea questioned.

"Well, we're doing things The Prodigy's way now, Rhea," Roxanne assured, making her way into the bed as Rhea flipped over awkwardly.

"Christ...can The Prodigy's way involve a little lube before ya get ahead of yaself, please? I'm not some broken bitch like Cora. And IF I have to do this, I'd rather it not hurt like hell!"

"Good point!" Roxanne agreed.

"Lube's in the bag. Same one I pulled the toys from," Rhea instructed, Roxanne following by quickly retrieving the bottle and returning to the bed.

"Yeah, great call, Rhea. This should do your butthole wonders."

"Let's not talk about it," Rhea quipped, fighting off a shudder as Roxanne popped the cap off the bottle.

"Soooo, you don't wanna talk about how easily a rookie top talked the strongest woman in WWE into giving up her ass?" Roxy sassily said, applying generously to her cock and Rhea's asshole, exposed from The Eradicator's position, her massive, muscular legs pulled back. Rhea wasn't used to being in such a compromising position, but at least she could take solace in the fact that Roxanne was so weird, so set in her silly desire to do things "her way" that she didn't realize bending Mami over was far more humiliating. As of now, she was treating her less like a bitch and more like a lover. Rhea hoped that would continue once the real torture began.

"No. I don't. Because if I do, I might have to snap SOMEONE'S neck. And we don't want that, do we, Roxy?" Rhea threatened again. Her words, though rarely perceived as convincing from Roxanne, would've been more so if she didn't have her legs spread, her asshole glistening as The Prodigy's cock approached

"No, of course not," Roxanne agreed, though her tone was far more dismissive than fearful. "I can't really fuck this fat fucking dump-truck of yours with a broken neck, now can I?"

Rhea growled back, but Roxanne lined up her shaft anyway, barely a speck compared to The Nightmare but the superior woman at the moment. Then, with a voice as soft as linen sheets, Roxanne offered a few final lines before doing the deed. "I'm gonna stick it up your butt now, Mami." Roxy whispered, once again adding a sarcastic flair to the moniker Rhea has topped hundreds to earn. "Just remember: there's a lot riding on this. A big, fat check with your name on it, and dozens of women who've been waiting over a year for their ass-fucking Prodigy to give their booties what they deserve. So please, make this fun for me?"

In a way, Roxanne's plea was true. In her mind's mind, Perez still wasn't fully hooked. Topping Cora may have been the greatest ride of her young life. But you know what they say? What goes up, must come down. Through it all, Roxy was riding high, but already, her uber-focused mind had begun to revert back to normal. Little, intrusive thoughts about training, how all of this was a mistake and could easily take away hours and hours of reps at the PC away. How every ass fucked brought her one step closer to losing her precious title. But this time, Roxanne was fighting the good fight. Her libido was fighting back against her conscience. And even better, it was winning.

With a war waging inside of her, Roxanne pressed her freshly-glazed cock against Rhea's bumhole and slowly pushed forward. Mami, so tough and mean, barely budged as her asshole was gradually violated. The lube tremendously. True to her words, Rhea was no broken bitch though, and even with all of the outside interference, entering that back passage wasn't an easy feat. "G-God, Rhea, are you a butt virgin? It's SOO tight, like I can't even...stick my cock in!"

"I'm not!" Rhea growled, though in reality, she wasn't sure whether to take offense or feel complimented. "I told ya, I'm just not whorin' maself out all the time! Here and there, I've bent ovah. But it always ends up like this! Weak tops tryin' and failin' to make an impression."

Roxanne couldn't help but notice how unfazed Rhea was. Perhaps listening to her and using the lube was a mistake? She definitely wouldn't be acting so tough without the extra support. Would she? No, certainly not! Nobody could be that strong! Either way though, the damage had been done. Roxanne made her bed, listened to Rhea and now, she'd have to lie in it. Nothing The Prodigy couldn't handle, proven mere moments after Ripley's cold assurance as Rox finally managed to, at the very least, squeeze the head of her shaft up that butt.

Still, Rhea looked unimpressed, but regardless of that, Roxanne's work could finally begin. Now, Perez could test Mami's attitude with a bit more than just stretching her asshole open. That scowl couldn't last forever. Not with twelve inches of rubber flying in and out of her pipe. Though, of course, Roxanne didn't plan on using anywhere near her entire length. She was doing things HER way, after all. And this time, HER way involved proving Rhea wrong about this slower, more intimate approach to ass-fucking. Earlier, Ripley was sure that Roxy's technique couldn't cut it, and would never be satisfactory for a woman at the top of the food chain. For women like Cora? Sure, rough was the way. But with a true alpha like Rhea? Who says slow and steady couldn't win the race?

So, with a massive assist to the lube, Roxanne pushed forward, covering less than half of her length before pulling back and then pumping back in. Roxy hoped to catch Rhea off-guard with the initial thrust, but no such luck. In any case, it was the first of many. A second and third and so on followed shortly after, Mami looking more and more uninterested with each passing second. Before long, that disinterest appeared to morph into utter disappointment.

"Aww, c'mon! We're back to this again? I thought we agreed a real top would never fuck like this?"

Roxanne ignored her, instead focusing on her task. Putting more hip into each thrust, adding a little more length as well. But of course Rhea was unaffected. That didn't stop Roxanne from trying, even as Rhea continued to spew out garbage to try and throw her off. "Ya too stubborn, Rox. I told ya this'll nevah work! Not that it would mattah anyway since I'm not some broken bitch who likes gettin' their butt-fucked!"

"Oh, we'll see about that," Rox snapped back, relenting slightly by, at the very least, stuffing more of her shaft up Rhea's booty hole. Still, Mami was Mami. Cool, calm, collected, confident. Even half-grinning at Roxanne's attempt. Still completely unfazed, even as The Prodigy began slowly piping in all twelve inches of her massive, aqua-plaid custom cock.

Rhea shook her head and goaded, "It's no use, Rox. Nothing ya could evah do would work on the real alpha anyway, let alone like this! Just give up already!" Roxy wasn't going to give up, not by a long shot. However, the lack of reaction from Rhea made it clear that nothing she was doing was "working", at least in the sense that Perez wanted it to. Ideally, she would've been able to dominate Rhea just as she had to Mandy and Indi before, the only two "real tops" Roxy had fucked in her short time partaking in WWE's backstage culture. But right now, she was experiencing first-hand the difference between women who dominate developmental territories and one woman who controls the biggest wrestling promotion in the world.