ToXXXic Ch. 03

"Sounds like someone's worried," Roxanne pointed out, trying to psych herself up more than anything, to keep herself in the game. Which in and of itself was getting more difficult by the second.

"Yeah, you, Rox," Rhea fired back. "Ya probably wonderin' why nothin's workin', why nothin' ya do has any effect. It's actually pretty funny, watching ya struggle, Roxy, haha!"

Truly, nothing could be worse than getting laughed at by the woman you were butt-fucking. Roxanne, once again, was stifled in her attempt to "do things her way". And once again, it wasn't easy to convince herself that admitting defeat and switching up tactics was the right call. And maybe in a different timeline, Roxanne stuck to her guns. But this was Rhea Ripley she was bumming, THE alpha. She wasn't getting another chance to do this. She needed to make the most of it. So, switching up tactics was exactly what she did.

Just like before, with Cora, Roxanne took an abrupt turn by gradually pumping her hips a bit faster than before, giving Rhea more of that cock on every thrust. Three inches to five and then eight, Mami taking everything in stride not like a worthless little bitch, but a true badass. Someone who can control the situation even from the bottom, even as Roxanne started thrusting every inch up that inexperienced chute.

Was it painful? Sure it was, the lube they'd used being the only saving grace, which allowed Rhea's butthole enough time to adjust, helping make taking so much dick when she wasn't even used to having something the size of a buttplug up there possible. But again, it wasn't anything Rhea couldn't handle. She'd been ass-fucked before, a few times, and nobody had ever made her like it. The performance would be no different. At least, that's what Rhea thought, anyway.

And truthfully, the anal portion wasn't. Roxy increased the output, and the speed to a gradual extent afterward, but it still failed to have any noticeable effect on the woman so many refer to as "Mami". It was only when Roxanne, in her truest, most-experimental form, got a little handsier than Ripley was expecting that things really took a noticeable turn.

As Roxy's cock began to properly piston in and out of the pipe, something, some unexplainable phenomena possessed her to look down and set her sights on The Nightmare's untouched cunt. An area that rarely, if ever, was the focus of a topping and bottoming sesh; all the more reason for The Prodigy to put it to use. Doing things different was Roxanne's game and so, she reached down and began to prod the sides of Mami's pussy with her fingers, running each digit along the sensitive folds, an action that not only increased the intensity of what her hips were doing, but finally managed to crack Rhea and her stoicism.

"Wha...What are ya doin'?" She asked.

"Just changing...up the flavor profile," Roxy said, huffing and puffing after almost an hour of the most-intense sex of her life. Nearly spent, but still too much work to do to tap out now. "Why? Does me toying your pussy bother you, Rhea?"

Rhea shook her head, but more than anything, that was to keep up the charade. More hard, deep thrusts spurred to life by Roxanne's god-tier thunder thighs smacking into Rhea's equally impressive lower end. The sweet sounds of lust apparent in the form of their skin colliding, and their shared, breathy groans. Unfortunately for Mami, Roxy's nickname was on full display, the dual-headed pleasure cannon skillfully wielded on Rhea's hole, Roxy's cock turning the alpha's asshole to mush and her fingers strumming that tight, moistening cunt like a ukulele. But of course, even Roxanne knew that teasing another woman's pussy could only head in one direction, with one end goal in mind. So, The Prodigy quit burying the lead and flicked Rhea's clit with her thumb. And just like that, Rhea's smug, tough girl face disappeared.

Morphed into a wince, so it did. Poor Rhea couldn't help but acknowledge her body's most-sensitive area being budged. And if once was bad, then twice and three times and so on was absolute torture. And naturally, if that was torture, then Roxanne bringing attention to Ripley's sudden change in expression was something even worse than that, whatever that entailed.

"Ooh, not..." Roxanne breathed heavily. "Not so tough now, huh? Not when I play with your...little clit!"

"S-Stop that!" Rhea weakly pleaded, but with that cock tenderizing her backdoor, there wasn't much she could do to actually make Roxy stop. Rhea was completely subdued. No longer controlling things from the bottom.

"Keep going?" Roxy willfully ignored. "Fine!"

In an instant, the fucking became even more aggressive, and so too did the pussy play. Roxy's hands and hips were hot fire, a pair of pleasure-powered machine guns, tagging up Mami and leaving her no choice but to crack and crumble underneath their might. She tried and tried to fight back, stay strong, ignore the feelings. But it was no use. Maybe Rhea was the strongest woman in WWE, stronger than any other. Stronger than Roxanne. But she was still a woman, at the end of the day. A human being, a victim to the libido and the pleasures that force it to give in and accept fate.

Rhea Ripley couldn't keep the fight going for long. It felt too good. Whether she wanted to or not, she had to moan. Quite pathetic, when you really think about it. The alpha, the strongest woman in WWE, moaning like a little butt bitch? Even worse, moaning for an uppity little rookie who's only topped a small handful of times. God, Rhea hadn't even moaned when Bianca fucked her ass, and Bianca was the reigning Women's Champion and arguably just as strong as Rhea. But she moans for the champion of a developmental league that Rhea herself outgrew years ago? She couldn't help but feel ashamed. Which, sadly, only made The Prodigy's trash-talking even worse.

"Ooh, I heard that, Mami!" Roxy quipped, sweat dripping from her brow. "Where's all that...all that shit-talk about me not being up to snuff now, huh? Now that your moaning like a good little butt bitch for your Mami?"

"Ya not my..."

Rhea's moans stuttered her words.

"Ya not my Mami!"

"Oh, no?" Roxy coyly asked. "So, I guess anybody can just make you feel so deliciously weak, then?"

"Yes! I mean-No! Wait! I mean...oh God, why is this happening!!!"

It hurt. So bad. Rhea closed her eyes, hoping for some kind of miracle that would force her troubles to disappear. Go poof. Naturally, such an occurrence didn't exist. That would've been too easy. Too unrealistic. In the real, hellscape-ish world that Rhea was currently stuck in, there was no escape. Only a potential survival, survival that Rhea was currently allowing to slip away with all of the Negative Nancy bottoming sour-thought.

So what if...you know...everything Roxanne was doing felt great? That didn't mean she liked it! So what if Rhea couldn't help but moan like a little bitch as a result? That wasn't a blatant sign of her approval! Was she completely delusional in her reasoning? Maybe. But Rhea needed something to take her mind off the overwhelming pressure Roxanne was insisting on dishing out. Something, even if it ultimately did little to help her cause.

Roxanne, practically running on fumes, was still performing like a bullet train, a well-oiled, perfectly crafted ass-fucking machine. THE ass-fucking machine, once she got out of her own way. The second Roxy deemed it okay to kick things up a notch, the game changed. Just liked the game in NXT changed the second she signed her contract. Truly, nothing could stop her. Nobody could stop her. So why not? Why not be the greatest wrestler AND top in WWE? Why not fuck every worthless ass in desperate need of a real woman's satisfaction?

Normally, this was where Roxanne would try and convince herself she was making a mistake. That, no matter how good all of this felt, it would only serve as a distraction in the long run. But truly, Stephanie's ringer couldn't possibly have done her job any better. Because, really, if Roxanne was capable of making Rhea feel this good, she must be capable of just about anything! Why couldn't she be a forever champ and the forever alpha, too?

Of course, Roxanne wasn't taking into account the worst of the worst, as in, the possibility of one day bottoming as a result of some flukey loss or, even worse, liking it. That thought hadn't crossed her mind and maybe, just maybe, she would've stopped if it had. But could you really blame her for the obliviousness? She was on top of the world! Literally! Roxanne couldn't possibly go higher, top someone more revered and respected if she wanted too! Hell, maybe if Steph's fat, MILF ass was on the menu, but seeing as how "professional" Mrs. McMahon-Helmsley liked to keep things, Rhea's ass was currently the filet mignon of the wrestling world. Needless to say, Roxanne was eating good. And from the looks of it, so was Rhea.

"You love it when I fuck your ass and play with your little pussy, huh?" Roxy poked, piling on even more. "Even though you're not...supposed to? But you do! You love being...Mistress Prodigy's little bitch, huh, Rhea?"

"No!" Rhea squealed out, her tone confirming anything but.

"Don't deny it, Rhea!" Roxanne, continuing to pour on the dirty talk, Rhea's snatch only getting wetter as she did. "Your ass was made for taking superior Prodigy cock! Hell, y-you...take it just as good as Cora!"

"Shut up!" Rhea squealed again, desperate in her plea to kill the pleasure. But it was no use. Roxanne kept talking, and things kept feeling better.

"Aww, that's so sad! You're scared of the truth! But...c'mon Rhea...with an ass like yours? You should've known that you'd love getting bummed eventually! Just needed...needed a real top to come along and tame this fat dump! That's all! A real woman like the NXT Champion!"

"God, this can't be happenin'!" Rhea cried, trying and failing to ignore the intensity of Roxy's three-pronged pleasure technique. The fingers using her clit as a speed bag and that cock using her butthole like a heavy bag. But the real kicker was the dirty-talk. Rhea couldn't figure out why, but it felt so good, incredible even, to be verbally humbled. Humiliating, sure, but that only made it feel even better.

"It's happening, bitch," Roxy growled, pressing her finger down Rhea's core and holding it there, watching as the most-SIMPed for woman in WWE squirmed like a pathetic little bottom. The feeling that both women were in their element was inescapable, even if it wasn't true, and Rhea Ripley really was a natural-born top. But from the way she melted into Roxanne's performance, you'd never know it. The game really changed once Roxy got going, and so too did Rhea.

"But it's okay," Roxy attempted to console. "This isn't bad, right? You're gonna get...Steph's gonna pay you so well for this! And, you found a cock that can actually...actually fuck your ass the way it deserves? Win-win, Rhea! Not so bad, huh? No, no, because, this way...you get to be my little bitch! And I know you love that! So just admit it! Admit it, and maybe I'll even let you cum!"

As soon as that word left Roxanne's mouth, the overwhelming need began to seep in. "Cum". As impossibly euphoric as Rhea's first properly enjoyable ass-fucking felt, her mind hadn't asked to cum. Until Roxanne teased it. Immediately afterward, Rhea couldn't help but crave it. And again, she tried, poor girl.

But the whole experience was magical. Roxy's finger hadn't left her clit in minutes. The pressure inside her butt was at an all-time, unimaginable high, proving that Rox was fucking at levels that even Rhea herself couldn't achieve. And of course, the wonderfully torturous sounds of that cute voice spewing a mixture of insults and assurances, all designed to bring Rhea closer to the end goal. This was Roxanne Perez's brutality, and it worked. From the slightest tease, Rhea was desperate to cum.

"You want it," Roxy assured. "You want me to let you cum? So, earn it. Admit that I'm the best and I'll let you cum!"

Hesitation was only brief. Rhea's mind, her body, her soul...all of them were yelling at her to give in. Trying to persuade Rhea. 'It's only one orgasm, right?' 'You know you want it.' 'Where's the harm?' And, of course, the biggest one, 'practice what you preach." Rhea spent quite a bit of time ensuring Roxy that a situation is only as bad or good as you make it. That someone like Cora, the lowest, weakest of bottoms, could still strive to be someone and even aim to beat a pure top like Roxanne for her NXT Championship. Just giving in this one time, relenting to the fastest-rising top in WWE history wasn't nearly as bad, right? Such a thought was just enough to break Mami.

"Alright, fine!" Rhea screamed. "Ya win! You're the best! Now make me cum!"

"Not good enough. Once more, with feeling, please! And make it snappy, too!"

Rhea tried to save face, wording her initial response as a demand. But it wasn't enough. And sadly, she needed to cum.

"Okay, okay...you're the best, Roxy-"

"Mistress Prodigy!" Roxanne corrected.

"Alright, Mistress Prodigy...ya...ya fucked my arse bettah than anyone! There! Happy? Bettah!"

"You love being my little asshole bitch, don't you, Rhea?"

"God yes!" Rhea proclaimed, teetering on the edge. "I-I can't believe I'm sayin' this, but I love ya cock!"

"Up your...fat ass!"

"Fucken hell...YES! God, that's what ya want, right? Hear me talk about how fat and fuckable my arse is? How it's made to take big cocks like yours? Well it is! I fucken love gettin' bummed by ya, Mistress Prodigy! I love it! Nobody else can pound my fat, fucken dump like Mistress Prodigy! The alpha tamer! Is that good enough?! Can I cum now?!"

For the first time ever, Rhea felt especially weak. Inferior. And for some reason, it didn't feel so bad. More than anything, she felt relieved to come to terms with the truth. Especially since doing so was immediately rewarding in a different way entirely.

"Damn straight!" Roxanne assured, pumping her hips with as much force as she could muster. "Cum for me, Rhea! Cum for your new alpha!!!"

And so, she did. Rhea didn't need another signal or line of approval. She finally came. Harder than she ever had before, her screams echoing throughout that hotel bedroom as Roxanne finally pulled her hand away from that cunt to focus all of her attention on pounding that ass. Pounding it into oblivion. Devastation reigned. The tiny, young upstart throttled her massive, muscle-bound counterpart through a series of orgasms, each stronger than the last. And when all was said and done, Roxanne's last bit of energy had finally dissipated, Perez collapsing into Rhea's embrace.

There they laid together. Roxanne, too weak to move and Rhea, with her arms and legs wrapped around The Prodigy, not allowing her to even if she could. Several minutes passed. Five or ten, maybe even twenty? Neither could tell and really, it didn't matter because, regardless of how long they stayed idle, one thought persisted in Rhea's mind throughout. And when it looked like they'd both gathered enough energy to hold a conversation, Rhea verbalized that thought.

"God damn, Rox...now I know how all these girls down in NXT feel about ya..." Rhea admitted, snaking an arm to lift Roxanne's pretty, lifeless little head up.

After a few deep breaths, Roxy smiled back and reminded, "That's Mistress Prodigy to you."

"Alright, fine. Mistress Prodigy it is. After all that, I think ya've earned that much from me."

Rox grinned again and finally rolled over, her cock leaning Rhea's bowels at long last. They now lay beside each other, a woman and her bottom, and a pairing that the outside world would easily convince themselves couldn't possibly happen. But it had. With aplomb, at that, and based on Rhea's tone, that little foray wouldn't be the last.

"So, it's really that easy, huh?" Roxanne asked, still semi-breathless, sweat coating every inch of her glorious, tan body.

"What is?"

"Taking your throne?"

Rhea laughed. "Don't get ahead of yaself, mate."

"But I fucked you and...I'm don't really think I'm reaching when I say this but...you clearly enjoyed it."

"Oh, I definitely did," Rhea admitted confidently, already easing back into the swagger that makes her Mami. "But there's more to it than that, remember? Just because I liked gettin' fucked by one woman, one time doesn't mean I'm gonna stop terrorizin' the rest of the main roster. Doesn't mean ya can suddenly beat me, one-on-one."

"So, you were really being for real when you said that the 'hierarchy' isn't that cutthroat?"

Rhea shrugged. "Maybe I'm undersellin' a bit just 'cause I've been so dominant. But, the proof is in the puddin', mate. I mean, look at someone like Bayley."

"Bayley?"

"Yeah, Bayley. Look at everythin' she's accomplished...nevah topped a day in 'er life. I mean, there used to be rumors about Bayley and 'er bezzie mate, Golden Role Models? Remember them? Yeah, there used to be rumors 'bout them goin' back and forth, but no one evah saw it. Far as anyone knows, Bayley's nevah even worn a strap, just like our little friend crawlin' ovah here." Rhea pointed at Cora, who had finally come to and was slowly making her way onto the bed.

"She's right, Rox," Cora agreed, taking Roxy's glistening cock into her grasp. "Bayley's one of the greatest. Becks too, and from what I hear she's not EXACTLY a top either. Hell, I'm gonna beat you for the NXT Title, and if you want, we can celebrate by giving my booty another nice, hard pounding?" Cora took Roxanne's cock into her mouth, sucking it dry.

"Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you, you little traitor?" Roxanne asked, her tone far more playful than it would've been just a few hours ago as she stroked her rival-turned bitch's dark hair.

"The list goes on and on, Rox. Trish, Lita, Paige, The Bellas, God, even Charlotte to an extent nowadays. If ya worst fear about gettin' involved in all of this is that it would interfere with ya love for wrestlin', forget it. Winnin' and losin', toppin' and bottom'; they're not one in the same."

Roxanne looked on, her attention shared between the pair of women she'd just fucked as Rhea posed the final question. "So...ya takin' ya spot as NXT alpha or what?"

Smiling, she announced, "Yeah. I mean, the alphax of the entire WWE sounds a lot better, and more fitting too since I made you my bitch and all..." Rhea groaned, Rox continued. "But it'll do for now."

"Get ovah yaself, mate. It wasn't all that impressive a performance."

Roxy grinned slyly as she asked, "Who else made you cum from your ass again? Nobody? Just me? Okay, okay, I see."

Rhea's hands cascaded down, covering her face in frustration as a series of muffled words broke free. "I'm gonna live to regret this, aren't I?"

"Not if you let me in that fat ass of yours again..." Roxy poked.

Another groan from Mami, who grabbed Cora's phone from the bedside table and insisted, "Yeah, what was it that ya told me earlier? Take a picture, it'll last longer?" Rhea handed the phone to Roxanne before rolling onto her stomach, spreading her cheeks and ordering, "Take a picture, mate. It's gonna be a while 'til ya see this arsehole gapin' like this again!"

"Oh whatever!" Roxanne dismissed, handing the phone to Cora to unlock before stepping off the bed for a better shot. Cora was guided into the frame as well, her worn-out butthole on full-display and still gaped beyond belief, even with the recovery time provided. Roxy snapped a few photos of their stretched out booties before sending them to her phone and promptly tossing Cora's aside.

"So what's next, Mistress Prodigy?" Cora asked.

"We done here or what?" Rhea asked, less enthusiastic than Cora.

"Almost," Roxanne said, untightening the strap-on harness, allowing it to fall to the floor. "But, the alpha wants to do something first. Seeing as how I've spent all night making you guys feel so good..."