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Sasha was on top of the world throughout the duration of Smackdown. Despite being tired from a wild and exhilarating afternoon; that feeling had carried her through a match against Carmella, with the Boss making the prissy blonde tap out to the Bank Statement. She felt like more of a champion than she had in weeks. Carmella had been getting pretty cocky and been quite the thorn in Sasha’s side lately but she’d noted the frantic desperation of her opponents tapping and the forlorn hopelessness in Mella’s eyes when she glanced back during her celebration. She was pretty sure that particular thorn wouldn’t be a problem any time soon.

In fact, there was no one who was a problem for her anymore. If there was anything that her confrontation with Bianca had taught her, it was that Sasha could trust herself again. She had overcome a few moments of doubt, some bursts of submissive feeling and come out the other side with the EST’s lipstick branding her cheeks as a reminder that she was the undisputed top on Smackdown. As she walked back up the ramp to the backstage area, Sasha decided that it was time. She was ready to dominate this roster outside the ring just as much as she had been doing inside the squared circle.

As she strode back into the locker room, Sasha glanced around. Good. Pretty much everyone was here.

No one really reacted to her arrival though. Liv waved shyly at her and smiled. Ruby was laying down on her front nearby as they talked, resting her ass from the pounding Bianca had given it earlier but she turned to acknowledge her Mistresses entrance.

And that was it. That was all the reaction that the champions presence could muster. Sasha had known she hadn’t exactly been the most dominant of belt holders but she hadn’t realized that it was this bad. How hadn’t she realized that it was this bad? No wonder Bianca had been aggressively agitating for a regime change. It was like someone or something had sucked the energy out of the place.

For starters, not a single soul was fucking. Sasha had known that the majority of the roster was refusing to bottom for her but it barely seemed like anyone was bottoming for anyone anymore. The Smackdown roster was small and weak at the moment. All the real tops were on Raw apart from Sasha but Banks had at least expected some switch masquerading as a top to rise to the occasion in their place.

Admittedly, Sasha had her own locker room as champion which she’d been using far too much over the past month or so. Not to mention that she’d been getting into the habit of leaving with Liv and Ruby soon after the end of every show but she’d never expected everything to disintegrate so completely in her absence. The Boss couldn’t remember walking into a WWE locker room and not being able to at the very least smell sex, even if she couldn’t see it. Not since her debut. It felt strange and unnatural.

It needed to end.

“Ladies, I’d like to make an announcement.” She loudly proclaimed and was finally satisfied with the response as the locker rooms eyeballs finally all turned to her. “As your champion and the dominant woman in this locker room, I take my responsibilities very seriously.” Sasha took a brief moment to enjoy the disgruntled ripple of discontent this statement provoked among certain members of the division before continuing. “It’s been pointed out to me recently that I’ve let you all down by not setting a good enough example. I forgot that most of you don’t have a clue how to create a healthy, competitive environment and so certain…time honored traditions haven’t been kept up enough.”

“You mean you’ve been too scared to put your ass on the line against anyone?” Bayley called out impudently.

Sasha nearly attacked her right then. The gall of the former biggest bottom in WWE history to disrespect her like that. It beggared belief. She held back though and coolly replied. “Nor have you Bayley. I don’t think buttfucking a bunch of developmental sluts backstage is anything to celebrate either.”

There were some light giggles at that. No one really brought Bayley’s newfound confident top side anyway as long as she kept sneaking down to the black and gold every Tuesday to get her fix with already submissive NXT talent. Sasha knew that. Based on the way Bayley shut up after that, she knew it too.

“Rudeness and hypocrisy aside, Bayley has a point.” Sasha admitted. “I haven’t put my money where my mouth is enough. None of us have. That’s why starting next week, I’m making a new rule. Every single match on this brand is winner take all, asses on the line.”

The reaction was exactly what Sasha had been expecting. Confusion and outrage as they tried to work out if this was even allowed. She let them all get it out of their system. Notably, Bianca was one of only three who didn’t protest. The EST didn’t react much at first, just looking at Sasha intently. Then Banks winked at her. It was meant to be mocking but it was clearly taken playfully as Belair’s lips curled into a slight smile.

The other unangered duo were Liv and Ruby. They just looked excited and Sasha suspected that a lengthy losing streak was in their future.

Eventually, the rest of the women calmed down and Sasha continued. “I’m not debating this. If any of you have a problem with it, you’re welcome to challenge me in the ring. Once you become champion, you can set your own rules. So, does anyone want to step up…?”

No one did.

“That’s what I thought.” Sasha smirked. “But I meant what I said about setting an example so I guess I’ll pick my own opponent. Carmella, I plan on taking what I should’ve had tonight next week. Be ready.”

She turned and walked out before the Staten Island native had a chance to reply. She paused at the door though as she remembered something. “And…uh…Natalya. I want you to test out the rookie.” She didn’t even look at Bianca. She wasn’t worth it.

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1 week later

Carmella trudged back to the locker room. This sucked.

How did this keep happening? She was already better than the rest of the roster in every other department. Why couldn’t she just become better than them at wrestling? Languishing in the midcard was such bullshit when it led to situations like this. She deserved better.

It was doubly unfair because unlike all the other losers on Smackdown, she’d been the only one actually building her way up to challenging Sasha with exactly the same stakes that they’d fought under tonight. Following her return, she’d gone right after the Boss. She wasn’t a coward.

Not yet though. She’d needed more time. Instead, she hadn’t been ready and Sasha had unfairly pressured her into this. Complete bullshit.

Her lack of preparation had been her undoing and despite putting up a good fight, she’d rushed into a few moves too quickly as she panicked over her inability to put Sasha away. She was all too aware of what was on the line. Those mistakes had been punished. After Sasha locked in the Bank Statement in and made Carmella tap for the second week in a row, the Boss had dashed back off to the locker room in double quick time. Typical Sasha. So eager. She didn’t deserve the honor of Carmella’s submission but she’d gotten it through underhanded means.

Yes, that was it. Carmella finally remembered that she already was better than the roster at wrestling. She was a former Smackdown women’s champion and a two-time Miss Money in the Bank after all.

It wasn’t her fault that Sasha had cheated the system. Again.

Carmella hated the 4 women branded as “horsewomen”. They strutted around the place with undeserved smugness just because they’d been the ‘first woman to do X, Y or Z’.

Not that they warranted any credit for that.

They were just fortunate to fit the mold of wrestling obsessed losers that didn’t have a life outside WWE, and so became useful marketing tools during the ‘Women’s Evolution’ era. As such, they were handed chance after chance to make history while all round talent like Carmella was left behind.

It wouldn’t have flown back in the day. Back then, Carmella would’ve been the glamorous superstar who rose to the top above those revolting nerds with their poxy childhood dreams of wrestling in a WWE ring.

Oh, they’d have been kept around for sure. They just would’ve known their place.

Instead, the quartet blatantly thought they could just do whatever they liked and worst of all, they weren’t exactly wrong. Virtually every time, they ended up being rewarded for their wicked ways. Sasha forcing through the new rule change was just the latest example. Carmella didn’t know why she’d stood for it.

She had stood for it though, hoping that it’d backfire on the stuck-up cretin. In her opinion, Sasha was the most distasteful of all them all. She certainly had the biggest superiority complex over her love for wrestling. It made Carmella sick. Whoop-dee-doo, Sasha watched Japanese wrestling as a kid. Didn’t mean everyone had to bow at the feet of the basement dwelling geek.

In some respects, the Boss’s bravado was actually funny at times considering how often Banks came up short when it mattered. Carmella had seen Sasha fail time and time again, quite often leading to some humiliating butt fuckings. Unfortunately, management kept finding ways to let the temperamental skank to worm her way back to respectability.

And here we were again. Now, Carmella was the sacrificial lamb and there was no escape from the nauseating blue haired wretch.

Her new theme song branded her as ‘Untouchable’. She wished that were true.

Sasha was already there when Carmella arrived. Sitting on a steel chair in the middle of the room with a sickly sweet grin across her face. They weren’t alone either. Outside of Bianca and Natalya who were having a match soon, the entire, albeit pretty lightweight Smackdown locker room was there to witness this. Bayley. Ruby. Liv. Tamina. Billie. There were even some surprises like Chelsea Green who was recovering from a broken wrist in her debut a few weeks back and newly anointed WWE official Sonya Deville.

Great…just great.

“So nice of you to join us, Carmella.” Sasha began, asserting her own authority as the only one of those women that mattered right now. Not to be melodramatic but Carmella wanted to die. Bottoming for the woman currently sneering at her with a shit-eating grin was going to be torture. “Why don’t you start by taking off your clothes?”

Consummate professional that she was, Carmella tried to be nice. There had to be some way that they could agree to a fair fight. One that wasn’t sprung on Carmella at the last minute. “Look Sasha…”

“Shh shh shh.” Banks interrupted instantly. “You don’t need to make this any harder than it has to be. In fact, why don’t we agree that you don’t talk anymore unless spoken to?”

Carmella didn’t know why she’d even bothered trying. She considered giving her opinion on exactly where Sasha could stick her ‘no talking’ idea. Certainly, silence didn’t come naturally to the stunningly superior blonde. However, she thought better of it. If they’d been in private, she might’ve tried to kick up enough of a stink that Banks decided she was more trouble than she was worth. Maybe even baited and taunted Sasha with some memories of the past. Carmella had seen enough over the years to be damn sure that the Boss wasn’t a pure top. She might’ve been able to turn the tables.

That was if they were in private though. With the locker room watching and Sasha on a reasonably dominant run, Carmella doubted she stood stand a chance. The Boss wouldn’t give her an inch because it’d ruin her reputation and right now, that was something she seemed extra determined to keep.

So, rather than talk back, Carmella nodded and began to strip. It didn’t matter. A low-class switch like Sasha wouldn’t be able to do much to a goddess like Carmella. She’d bottomed an annoying number of times before and had nearly always bounced back in one way or another. This would just be good motivation.

“Take your time.” Sasha ordered sharply. “Give us all a proper show.”

Carmella again nodded as she tried to focus on imagining how good her revenge would feel once Sasha inevitably slipped back into bottoming. Every Sasha high in her career had been followed by a bigger and bigger low until now. Carmella would be ready and waiting when the next one came. She promised that to herself. She’d be the one to finally end Sasha’s switch status and turn her into a full-time butt slut for true tops like herself.

Admittedly, her silent promise was slightly undercut by it being made as she provocatively slid the straps of her top off her shoulders, teasing her audience as she made them wait to see her breasts.

Usually, Carmella liked to tease. There was a reason she was wearing little more than a glittery red bra as her part of her ring gear. However, the whole appeal was that people would lust after her perfect body, golden tresses and divine face without ever actually having a chance with the woman herself. She was the complete package and they were just common muck. That theory didn’t work so well when she was actually being forced to undress out of those skimpy, revealing clothes with the full knowledge that another, inferior woman was about to get her hands all over Carmella’s gorgeous curves. That was just embarrassing.

Carmella eventually managed to grit her teeth and let her top fall. There was no point in drawing it out.

Sasha teasingly wolf whistled at her and called out “That’s it Mella baby. Show us what you’ve got.” That got some laughs from the locker room as well. Even Bayley, who hated Sasha right now, clapped her hands together in delight.

Carmella forced a smile and muttered, “Ok Sasha.”

“Mistress Sasha.” Banks corrected her. “I’m your top now remember? You will treat me with respect.”

“Sure, whatever you say Mistress Sasha. You are my top…at the moment.” Carmella did her best not to gag at calling Sasha her Mistress.

Sasha just laughed and replied, “Show us your ass.”

Those four words totally undermined any attempt from Carmella to wrestle back control of this situation. She shook with rage for a moment before turning around, slowly bending over and pulling her bottoms down with far less ceremony than she had with her top.

This time, Sasha wasn’t the only one whistling. There was cheering, hooting and hollering as Carmella’s curvaceous, tanned backside was presented to the group. Eventually, Sasha quieted them down with a hand gesture and invited Carmella to step completely out of her ring gear and turn back around. Carmella did so.

She faced them all again, totally naked with her hands by her sides. She was fully resigned to there being no point in trying to cover up and besides, there was nothing to be ashamed of. She was better looking than every one of the disgusting mouth breathers that ogled her so shamelessly.

Sasha made her wait like that for an uncomfortably long time though. Just sat there for a solid 20 seconds and admired her prize. Everyone was quiet and all Mella could hear was her own breathing. It was a little disconcerting as those stares grew comfortable. She knew they were all imagining what they’d do if they had ownership of the exquisite work of art in front of them.

Thankfully they didn’t all have that privilege. Only one did and she finally made her call. “Walk over here.” She commanded. Carmella was relieved to get out of the firing line and to be able to focus only on Sasha. She was also glad that she wasn’t ordered to crawl. That was a mistake. Honestly, she was a little surprised. It wasn’t the sort of mistake she expected the self-proclaimed Standard of WWE to make. Humiliating your opponent to the maximum was topping 101 in WWE.

“Ok, Mistress Sasha,” she said, voice tinged with both sarcasm and relief as she walked over. Once she reached her temporary top, she stopped and enjoyed the height differential between her and Sasha sitting on the chair. She kept a neutral expression on her face but internally she fantasized about grabbing Sasha’s stupid blue hair, shoving her face into Carmella’s crotch and making her eat pussy like the desperate whore Carmella knew her to be.

Sasha gently reached out and rubbed her hands over Carmella’s outer thighs. “It’s such as shame that such a beautiful body had to be attached to such a shit personality.” She chided. “But don’t worry, I’m going to give you a nice attitude adjustment Carmella. You’ll be much more tolerable when the only words coming out of that whiny trap of yours are ‘Please fuck my ass again Mistress Sasha’.”

“If you say so...” Carmella rolled her eyes. She decided to drop the ‘Mistress Sasha’ stuff entirely. God, this was all so ridiculous. Someone like Sasha Banks having the audacity to talk to her this way truly beggared belief.

“Oh, I do say so.” Banks grunted, her voice turning hard as she went from casually massaging Carmella’s legs to digging her claws into those sleek stems and violently groping her way around the waist of her target until her nails were firmly digging into the flesh of Carmella’s ass. The lack of respect being displayed hadn’t gone unnoticed and the second Mella had chosen to abandon it, her fate had been sealed.

The shock made the former Smackdown women’s champion stiffen and arch her back. She gasped and Sasha smirked at her. “Oh, you’d forgotten that I can be mean when I want to be, hadn’t you Carmella?”

Sasha let her marinate on those words for a while as she busied herself with the far more joyous act of molesting one of the best butts in the WWE. She got a lot of pleasure out of listening to Carmella trying not to whine and whimper at the brutality of Sasha’s fondling. Eventually though, the dominant Banks let go and snapped, “Turn around.”

It was the quickest Carmella had obeyed a command so far as she hurriedly span and let Sasha admire the claw marks that she’d left on the booty of her conquest. And very impressive they were. Sasha playfully slapped one of Carmella’s cheeks and snickered as it shook mightily. Banks had softened Mella up nicely and now she revealed exactly why she had allowed Carmella to remain standing. “Touch your toes.” She instructed.

Carmella glanced back and looked at her quizzically. It was a weird request.

Sasha didn’t take kindly to that as she cracked her palm into Mella’s ass again, harder this time. “Now!” She roared and Carmella squealed embarrassingly and as quickly as she could, bent at the waist and reached for her feet.

The object of Sasha’s direction became immediately clear. As she leant further forward, Carmella’s butt cheeks began to spread naturally and her ass jutted out as the most delightfully appealing target.

Earlier, Carmella had noted that Sasha’s seated position put her face in line with the blonde bombshell’s pussy. It also put Sasha’s face in line with Mella’s ass however and that was what she had been counting on. Once Carmella was fully bent in two, the Boss reached forward and placed a hand on each half of Carmella’s amazing bubble butt. “How are you feeling down there Carmella?” She asked as she began squeezing those cheeks again.

Carmella didn’t quite know how to respond to that in a way that wasn’t deeply humiliating. “Absolutely brilliant.” She eventually growled, voice dripping with aggressive sarcasm.

Sasha laughed. “So, you’re enjoying everyone getting a good look at your butthole? Very naughty Carmella but I’ve always admired your exhibitionist side.”

“They’d better take a good look.” Carmella grumbled. “This isn’t happening again.”

Sasha smacked Mella’s ass so hard that she nearly fell over. “Bad Carmella!” She rebuked, then added. “We really need to do something about these delusions of grandeur you have. It’s very off putting for a natural bottom like you to be so stubborn.”

“Me? You think *I* have delusions of grandeur?” Carmella exclaimed. She was done playing nice and staying quiet. “Newsflash Sasha. You’re not as good as you think you are. You lose. All the fucking time. You get fucked. All the fucking time. You fail. All the fucking time. You’ll top me now but give it a month and you’ll be in the exact same spot as I am. Hell, it might even be bending you over. Stop pretending you’re special just because you’re a horsewoman because everyone knows you can’t back it up!”

A sharp intake of breath from the entire locker room, even one or two chuckles. Carmella waited for Sasha to punish her, bracing for another hand to crash into her exposed butt. Sasha could do her worst. Carmella didn’t regret a thing she’d said. In fact, she was quite proud of herself for standing up to the insufferable Banks.

Nothing came though. Sasha ignored her as though she hadn’t said a thing.

“Such a pretty butt.” The Boss instead muttered as she focused on the prize in front of her, spreading those bronzed cheeks even wider apart than they already were and further exposing the entrance Carmella’s rectum. “It seems a little underused though. How long has it been since someone stretched you out, I wonder?”

The answer was not one Carmella wanted to dwell on.

That particular anal stuffing had been after the most recent Money in the Bank. Asuka had won and took great pleasure in defiling her afterwards. Given Carmella’s historical success at the PPV, the Joshi had been only too quick to remind her that she wasn’t ready for, or on the same level as the Japanese superstar. That marathon butt fucking session had made Carmella ache for days afterwards. Asuka was an efficient top. Once she had Carmella primed for submission with a rough spanking, she relentlessly and brutally used the now eager butt slut over and over again until the blonde swore to serve as the Empresses personal ass whore forever.

However, rather than take advantage of the offer, Asuka had just laughed and left, content to punish Carmella by denying her that pleasure. It had been a damaging blow to Carmella’s ego.

She’d been ass fucked before, as was the standard case for women who were screwed out of wins as much as she was but she’d never lacked enough self-respect to become a full time bottom and that was the first time she’d been actually broken. As far as she was concerned, her total submission should’ve been the rarest and greatest prize in the company. Having it thrown back in her face had stung. Despite Asuka seeming to have spared her blushes by not revealing the truth to the locker room, it was no wonder Carmella had needed some time off afterwards, swearing that her return would mark the beginning of a reign of dominance so terrifying that even she would forget all about what Asuka had done to her.

“Well?” Sasha interrupted her trip down memory lane and reminding Carmella that her return was in fact going less than spectacularly.

“Uhh…ohh…right.” Carmella stammered. “Ummm…last time was about six months ago.”

“You miss it?” Sasha asked.

“No!” Carmella snapped back. Then added. “I bet you do though. Oh yeah, I’ve seen the look on your face when your ass is being pounded. You can’t hide that sort of natural bottoming talent for long and you never have been able to, right Sasha? Admit it, you know you’re a dirty little ass whore at heart.”

“Oh Carmella…” Sasha sighed. “You really can’t keep your mouth shut, can you?”

Carmella began to respond but she was interrupted by Sasha continuing.

“I don’t know how I neglected all this fine ass in my locker room for so long.” The Boss murmured. “Oh, but don’t worry your pretty little airhead about it. I’m here to fix that for you.” She brushed her thumb over the tight entrance to Carmella’s rear and massaged it. “Oh yes, this slutty butt is mine now and I’m going to make sure it never goes unsatisfied again.” Leaning forward, Sasha spat directly on the trembling asshole, delighting in the way that her saliva ran down the crack of Carmella’s rear, moistening that barren wasteland in preparation for what was to come.

However, a single blast of spit wasn’t going to be enough to properly groom Carmella’s shit hole for Sasha’s strap on which meant the Boss had an excellent excuse to indulge further with some foreplay.

Keeping Carmella’s cheeks spread wide apart, Sasha buried her face in between them without warning, while Carmella shivered and tried to keep herself from moaning.

That wasn’t as easy as it sounded because Sasha did her best to make sure it wasn’t. She went wild, smothering herself until she could hardly breathe, totally buried inside those meaty cheeks. There was no gentle build up like Carmella had been hoping for. No opportunity to close her eyes and imagine that Sasha was kissing and worshipping her ass instead of devouring it.

The lack of sexual activity in the Smackdown women’s locker room in recent times meant Carmella felt utterly unprepared for such an intense butt munching. Her sensitivity levels were high and Sasha was exploiting that weakness to the fullest. If she could have, Carmella would’ve squirmed free and tried to escape the memories it was provoking in her as Sasha’s tongue began crashing into her backdoor. She couldn’t escape though; duty bound to remain in place and take her punishment.

Unfortunately, she was struggling to even think of this as punishment. The way that the Boss was targeting her anus with unerring accuracy was making that an impossibility. Every single stroke of her tongue rubbed right up against the tight starfish that served as the doorway to Carmella’s butt. A point of worry for the New Yorker was that she was beginning to remember that bottoming had its upside because as vile as Sasha was, she was very good at eating ass.

For her part, Banks was enjoying giving a long, dominant rim job to a new bottom, as per normal. Even more so because she wanted to make sure this special shit hole was nice and wet for what was to come because Sasha needed to prove a point and that meant proving that Carmella’s ass was destined to be hers for life.

She teased Carmella for a very long time, repeating quick, strong licks that circled the blonde’s butthole with great precision. Carmella was being stubborn outwardly, refusing to react much but Sasha was more than happy to play the waiting game. She was confident like she’d never been before and that meant she felt no need to rush to embarrass Carmella. It’d come in time.

From her current position, all the concerned Carmella could see was Sasha’s tanned lower half, the Boss’s abs creasing as she leant over and continued to stuff her face with the blonde’s anal scent. It was agonizingly gratifying. Carmella clutched her ankles with increasing force as she dug her nails in to try and distract herself from the pleasure with pain. She couldn’t believe she was letting Sasha Banks of all people make her feel like this from a simple rim job.

Until now, she’d been picturing bottom Sasha as much as she could, remembering the times she’d seen Sasha on all fours being railed by superior women. That was becoming harder with time though. Increasingly, all she could think about were the times she’d watched Sasha turn composed, confident women into uncontrollable messes that lived to get their butts roughly stuffed by the Boss’s strap on.

“Having fun Carmella?” Sonya Deville laughed as the blonde let out a loud whimper, finally succumbing to the raw joy that having Sasha’s face buried between her buttcheeks was invoking in her.

“Go fuck yourself Sonya!” Carmella snapped back, anger helping her compose herself for a moment. She was definitely better than that boneheaded moron. “Once you get tired of wearing that suit, come find me and we’ll see if you’re still soooo…ahhhh fuck!” Ever the show off, Sasha had seized the opportunity while she was distracted to stop rimming Carmella’s butt and instead forced her index finger inside the New Yorker’s asshole.

The shock caused Carmella to momentarily lose control of her body and she let out a moan. A loud, appreciative one.

Carmella blushed, her cheeks turning dark red. She waited for the mocking to start.

Again though, Sasha didn’t react. She just kept corkscrewing her finger inside Mella’s butt.

In the absence of Sasha’s words, Carmella became conscious of everyone surrounding them again though. She could practically feel their eyes lighting up and see the smiles on their faces as they witnessed the shameful display she was putting on. Why couldn’t Sasha just get on with it and fuck her? Making her crumble slowly like this was just cruel.

Truth be told, it was the sort of cruelty that Carmella liked to employ when she had the chance.

She began retreating into those memories in an attempt to ignore what was happening to her own psyche. She even managed a slight smile as she recalled the time she’d made Alexa Bliss literally cry and beg to be fucked because she’d teased her for so long.

Sonya didn’t hesitate to rub it in where Sasha hadn’t though and that made it hard to focus on happier times. “What was that, Carmella? You were trying to tell me something?”

Carmella was also fairly busy trying not to moan again but she still found in within her to breathlessly gasp out, “I’m going to wreck your butt so fucking hard.”

“Don’t make me laugh. You can’t even handle Sasha eating your ass without moaning like a bottom.” Sonya quipped.

“That’s enough!” Banks growled before the argument could escalate any further. Carmella hated that she felt grateful to the loathsome loser. “I’d do the exact same to you Sonya. Easily. What I’m doing here is teaching you all a lesson. Talk shit to me like Carmella has and I’ll embarrass you. Maybe I need to be a little more obvious though.”

With that, she pushed two more fingers into Carmella’s ass and the feeling of gratefulness subsided. They didn’t go quite as easily; taking a little extra twisting and pushing to force the tight opening wide enough. Once they did though, Carmella moaned. Thankfully, there was enough discomfort in it that it wasn’t quite as embarrassing as her previous one. That said, she couldn’t truthfully say that it was entirely pain filled.

With three fingers now thrusting in and out of Carmella’s butt, Sasha used her free hand to pull one half of the blonde’s bubble butt out and expose to everyone just how deep she was powering her digits inside the forbidden hole. “This will happen to all of you.” Sasha promised. “The only question is whether you’ll embrace it or not.”

Right on cue, Carmella helped Sasha out by whimpering. She was still trying to hide just how much she was enjoying this but it was pointless. Sasha knew her way around butt pleasure too well.

“You were so stubborn earlier Carmella.” Sasha noted. “I don’t see the same fire anymore. Would you like to apologize and admit that your delusions of grandeur are a little more significant than mine?”

“Ugh…dream on Sasha. Not a slut...like you.” Carmella grunted. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much that could be done about the way her voice cracked and wobbled as she tried to forcefully reject that accusation. Why did this have to feel so good? Her legs were wobbling too as she tried to maintain strength in them. This position Sasha had her in was becoming very uncomfortable.

“Yes, you are.” Sasha told her.

“No, I’m no…AAAAHHHHHHHHH!” Carmella squealed. Something about that last thrust of Banks’ fingers had been different. Harder, more intense. Her legs buckled but she remained standing. Just. However, it cost her the loudest and most humiliating moan so far. She wanted to tell Sasha to fuck off because the irksome idiot was no doubt having her ego inflated to obscene levels by this. Unfortunately, she didn’t trust herself not to moan even more the second she stopped biting venomously down on her tongue.

“You are!” Sasha repeated sternly. “You are a slut and soon you’ll be my slut. The only question is whether you want to embarrass yourself more first. So, Carmella…” She spoke softly now, “I’m going to give you one last chance to apologize for your behavior so far and to admit that you’re ready to be my shameless butt bitch. Accept and I’ll give you so much pleasure that you want know what to do with it all. You’ll join Ruby and Liv as a happy, willing and submissive slut that serves me unquestioningly and is rewarded for it. Refuse and I’ll break you completely. I’ll turn you into a helpless, anal addicted whore that exists to get her ass destroyed by anyone who wants it. You’ll be the lowest of the low. A bottom among bottoms. You won’t even dream of topping another soul again.”

Carmella was almost tempted to take the lesser sentence. Sasha was being absolutely sincere about what she was going to try and do if she didn’t. Of that was no doubt. Carmella couldn’t do what was being asked of her though. Not like this. Not in front of everyone. That would mean admitting that her return was in vain, that Asuka hadn’t just been a fluke and that she was born to be a switch for the rest of her career at best and an anal loving bottom at worst.

So, there was only one response available to her. “Fuck off Sasha.”

“Very well.” Sasha swiftly pulled her fingers out of Carmella’s butthole and pushed her chair backwards as she stood. Carmella yelped and staggered when she did so. It was quite something to lose that sort of penetration so quickly but Sasha ignored her. She was already barking out orders to the Riott Squad, “Ruby! Liv! My strap on.”

There was a flurry of activity from the tag team partners as Sasha’s bright blue tool was brought over to her as Sasha herself stripped down, revealing her trim, toned and sexy physique. Ruby then helped Banks step into the harness as Liv gave the tip a sweet kiss once it was fastened. “Have fun Mistress.” The desperately submissive blonde moaned happily, excited to watch the Boss in action.

“Thanks Liv,” Sasha smirked. “You’re going to have someone else to share this dick with soon though. Hope you’ll be able to handle that.”

“Absolutely Mistress. The more the merrier.” Liv happily agreed.

Carmella furiously overheard to the conversation. Listening to Liv was revolting. How dare she have so little self-respect? How dare Sasha put Carmella in a bottoming class with those two total butt sluts for that matter? The thought of being associated with Ruby Riott and Liv Morgan in that way instinctually made her sick. Although, she couldn’t help the fact that a tingle ran down her spine at the thought of becoming like Liv. The sort of bottom so lacking in dignity that she’d do anything or say anything to please her top.

Her attention was thankfully soon diverted back to Sasha directly as the blue haired superstar finally allowed her freedom from the deeply uncomfortable position she was in by uttering the words that every top in WWE had said a thousand of times and every bottom had heard a thousand times more. “On your hands and knees.”

As much as it pissed her off, Carmella obeyed without complaint. She had no choice and besides, she was relieved that she could finally get some rest for her aching legs. She let go of her ankles and sunk to her knees before shuffling into position with her rear presented to Banks.

Not just to Banks though but to the whole group. Carmella felt her cheeks burning red again as she heard Bayley mutter, “Fucking whore. She can’t wait for this.” That was hypocritical considering some of the things Carmella had seen Bayley do in the past but two-facedness of the one who had not overly long ago been the biggest butt slut around was the least of her troubles right now.

Carmella wouldn’t permit herself to look back at any them. The thought of seeing those hungry eyes staring at her like a piece of meat was too distressing. Although, even that paled into the terror she felt at knowing Sasha would be standing there too, wearing her huge strap on.

She knew it was there though and that was almost as bad. Despite staring at the ground beneath her, all she could picture was what it would look like if she were to succumb to that temptation to glance behind her.

Soon, she could feel it too. Sasha stepped into place and began slapping the head of her cock against Carmella’s cheeks, rhythmically alternating from left cheek to right. She wasn’t doing it hard because it wasn’t meant to hurt. At least not physically. This was all about proving just how completely vulnerable Carmella was. Sasha could take her time and there was nothing Carmella could do about it. Banks of course noticed the skittishness that the slow drum beat across Carmella’s rear inspired in her new bottom. She giggled and asked “Excited?”

“…No!” Carmella grunted, doing her best to ignore all the conflicting thoughts running through her head and focusing on her dream of claiming her place at the top of the WWE hierarchy. She kept thinking about it…And then kept thinking about it…And then kept thinking about it…

Still Sasha just kept swinging her dick back and forth, thudding it firmly into Carmella’s cheeks and watching them shake for her. Carmella turned around to see what the Boss was waiting for. FUCK! That was the one thing she’d been trying not to do.

Now, she could see it. She could see an entire division staring at her naked body. Their grinning, smug, hateful faces, just salivating at the sight of Carmella being embarrassed.

And of course, Sasha had been waiting for that moment to push her hips forward.

Carmella was lucky in some respects. There still remained some lingering remnants of saliva from Sasha’s earlier rimming of her asshole. Plus, having three fingers inside her not that long ago meant her butt was almost prepared for this.

Almost.

Not enough.

Instead, she wailed. Full on wailed and cried as the head of Sasha’s cock crept agonizingly past the ring of muscle that was meant to protect her butt from spreading this wide. It failed in spectacular fashion, her sphincter parting like the Red Sea to let in the sea blue phallus of her conqueror.

“You know, I’d have lubed up if you’d accepted my offer.” Sasha calmly told her. “Wouldn’t that have been nicer?”

“I’d still have hated it.” Carmella snapped back; her pain evident from her voice. “I’m not a closet bottom and anal whore, you smug piece of shit!”

“Still so resistant…” Sasha tutted. “Why do you insist on making it worse for yourself?”

“God, can you really not get it through your thick head that some people don’t like being disgraceful butt sluts?” Carmella groaned as Sasha slipped another inch of dick inside her. She was onto the shaft now as the New Yorker’s butt began to adjust to the size of the tool being slid inside it. It still hurt though, despite her butt’s best efforts.

"No. I can’t.” Sasha admitted. “It feels good. I know it does. You do too for gods’ sake Carmella. I’ve seen you cum just as passionately and loudly as the rest of us with a cock up your bum. Seriously, why does everyone do this stupid charade where they pretend that they’re different? Getting sodomized like a dirty slut feels nice. Admit it.”

“Let me ‘sodomize you like a dirty slut’ then.” Carmella avoided the question. “I promise I’ll be nice.”

“Not a chance.” Sasha chuckled. “See, because I can admit that I like bottoming, you can believe me when I tell you that there’s a limit to that pleasure for some of us. I reached that limit a while ago. There’s so much more excitement in topping for me now. In making uncooperative little tramps like you admit that I was right all along and that everyone has a little butt slut trapped inside them waiting to get out.”

As Sasha was talking, she was still pressing forth with her goal of getting the full length of her girl cock into Carmella’s anal passage. She finally succeeded at the end of that speech, feeling her thighs sink to a rest against the warm, twitching pillows of Carmella’s ass cheeks.

The Blueprint and Standard of the women’s division happily celebrated that achievement with a stream of consciousness that had been building for a while. “Mhmmmmm yeah….you can feel that can’t you Carmella? That’s me proving that I was right. That your ass is just as slutty as everyone else’s. Maybe even more so….Oh, that’s quite a thought isn’t it? 6 months of celibacy and your ass pops open for me like nothing. You get that, Carmella? It was easy for me. You spent half a year denying yourself this pleasure just for your body to betray you instantly. That’s got to be embarrassing as fuck!”

And there it was. Suddenly Sasha sounded much more like a typical top. Like all the ones who’d beaten Carmella before. It was honestly sort of reassuring in comparison to the unorthodox and disquieting way Sasha had been behaving until now. Unfortunately, despite her wishes for something greater, Carmella knew this humiliation well. It embraced her like an old friend, comforting her and leading her to relax into the pleasure.

AAAAHHHH! What was she thinking? This wasn’t pleasurable. No. Carmella hated getting butt fucked. Apart from that one time with Asuka, of course… Well, and Sasha wasn’t technically wrong that she’d cum quite a few times more while bottoming but that wasn’t her fault. No, it was just a natural reaction. It didn’t mean she actually liked this. Not being fucked by Sasha Banks. Not by one of the horsewomen. There’d been a certain honor in submitting to a wrestling legend like Asuka. There was none in submitting to a corporate created faux legend like the ‘Legit Boss’.

While Carmella was undergoing her crisis in confidence, Sasha was utterly unconcerned with anything that the woman formerly known as “Fabulous” was thinking. Instead, the woman currently feeling fabulous was in her own faraway world where every thought was about how much she fucking loved topping.

Most of all, it was the sense of control. That was what was missing when she bottomed and why she wanted to leave that lifestyle behind. Right now, she controlled Carmella. Everyone could see it in the way she squirmed when Sasha ground her hips gently against the shit talking Barbie doll. Sasha could feel it though. Attached via quite a few inches of fake cock, she was inside Carmella’s most sacred sanctum and that meant the bitch was hers on a deep, unquantifiable level. The power rush was intoxicating.

Carmella was evidently still conflicted and unsure of how to deal with her current quandary and that meant her butthole was fluttering at almost the rate her heart was. Each sharp breath in and out meant Sasha got a firsthand view of just that as Mella’s back hole twitched with the blonde clearly unsure whether to embrace or resist the invasion.

It was one of the many little things contributing to Sasha’s contentment. This was where she belonged. Meanwhile, everyone else belonged in Carmella’s spot. They needed to understand that. Soon they would.

However, there was nothing wrong with preparing them for it. Sasha cast her eyes around the room and met the stare of each and every woman in there as she spoke “Don’t think that any one of you is escaping this. I’ve let you have your fun but that’s over now. You’re all my property for as long as I’m the Alpha female of this division and that’s about to be forever, baby.” She smiled at her own exaggerated swagger. It was the sort of bluster that she always presented in her promos and in the ring and for the first time in ages, the two were matching up. Her backstage presence reaching the same irresistible levels as her on camera heights.

“Oh, my god! Would you please just shut the fuck up?!” Carmella scowled, not quite as impressed. She sounded more uncertain and frustrated instead of angry though.

That meant Sasha’s patience was starting to pay off. In the past, Sasha would’ve been motivated by Carmella’s earlier taunts and goading. That was because in the past, Sasha had been someone who topped out of spite. Always trying to measure up and fit in to other people’s expectations.

This time, Sasha was topping for herself and only herself.

“Oh, you don’t want me to shut up Carmella.” She warned. “Not unless you want me to focus on fucking this sexy butt of yours.” She paused. Then cackled. “Unless, maybe you do. Is that it, Carmella? Are you finally ready to admit that you want the Boss to take charge?”

Carmella didn’t think it was possible for her to detest Sasha anymore. How dare she insult her like this? As if Carmella, a two-time Money in the Bank winner, a former Smackdown Women’s Champion and a certified winner from the moment she’d stepped foot in the WWE would start begging to bottom before Banks had even began fucking her.

Yes, as Sasha had pushed her dick deeper inside Carmella’s shit chute, the pain had actually lessened. Yes, she was privately beginning to wonder if the years of being a switch had made her butt more or less impervious to the pain of being violated in this manner. Yes, this whole situation was beginning to remind Carmella of why she’d needed so much time off after Asuka had broken her.

But no, she wasn’t about to admit anything of the sort.

“You know Sasha, people have places to be right now.” She snapped, faking a yawn afterwards. “Including me. So, can you stop with these pathetic mind games and fail to break me so we can all move on safe in the knowledge that you’re still the same old Sasha Banks with a bark bigger than her bite.”

At this point, Carmella had enough experience with Sasha’s current style that she was confident that there wasn’t going to be significant repercussions for her outburst.

She was right in a manner of speaking.

Sasha certainly had no intention of getting angry and lashing out verbally. Instead, she took a breath and prepared for the sheer satisfaction that was about to wash over her.

She drew her hips back. Her thighs had been planted firmly into Mella’s rear for so long that a thin layer of sweat had formed between their skin. Their lower halves soon peeled apart with her movement though and left Bank’s thighs pleasantly slick in the process. She bit her lower lip and grinned. She was marked with very real proof of just how badly she was affecting Carmella and it was amazing. She didn’t care if the sweat was from fear, excitement or just the heat of their bodies being in such close proximity. In truth, it was probably a mix of all three but it invigorated her for what was to come.

Carmella felt it too and she shivered. Regardless, she barely had time to consider it before she was hit with the much more overwhelming sensation that came from inch after thick inch of cock reversing up her anal passage. She let out a soft squeak this time. It felt like hours ago that she’d tapped out in the center of the ring but this was the moment that had been in the back of her mind the ever since. The moment she knew she was about to be fucked.

It came in a rush after that. Sasha wasn’t about to deny herself another second. Once around half the strap on had tasted fresh air again, she sent it fully back to the darkness.

This time, there was no soft nestling of Sasha’s thighs against Carmella’s cheeks. The collision was loud, violent and cruel. It brought about a bitter howl from Carmella who was instantly dissuaded from her earlier wonderings about whether she just couldn’t feel much pain in her ass anymore.

The pain wasn’t about to go anytime soon either because Sasha seemed determined not to let her settle. Their flesh hadn’t been touching for much more than a millisecond before Carmella’s insides were once again being brutally churned up by a reckless Banks who yanked her strap on back like it had been caught in a trap. Of course, it wasn’t like Carmella had to wait long for the next time her cheeks were rattled as Sasha thrust back and forth with rapid, abrasive pumps of her hips.

“MOTHERFUCKER!” Carmella yelled, tears flooding her eyes as she suffered through one of the least enjoyable butt fuckings she’d ever felt. What the fuck did Sasha think she was doing? “THAT HURTS! AHHHH! FUCKING HELL SASHA, STOOOOOPPPPPPP!”

After a few more agonizing thrusts, Carmella was ecstatic to notice Banks slowing down and soon stopping brutalizing her butt entirely, gifting her precious relief.

“You want to play the brat with me?” Sasha growled once she stopped. “Well bratty, bitchy bottoms don’t get nice, pleasant butt fuckings. They get painful ones. Until you’re ready to apologize, this is what you’re getting.”

Even though she was already fully buried inside the juicy butt of the blonde, Sasha thrust her hips forward and laughed as Carmella lurched forward and had to put her hands out to stop herself face planting on the ground. “Buckle up Mella, I am not here to play around. You wanted the Boss, well you got her!”

Then, it was right back to the rough treatment. Sasha even raked her nails down the smooth, bronze skin of Carmella’s back as she humped her strap on deep into the bowels of the golden-haired skank. Once she’d marked bloody furrows into that previously unblemished complexion, she snatched hold of that yellow mane and yanked Carmella’s head back as she swung her hips back and forth as fast and hard as she could.

“YEOOWWWWWW! BITCH!” Carmella squawked. She’d been slightly worried that she was going to enjoy Sasha fucking her. No longer. Her ass was on fire and with each merciless, rough slap of Sasha’s thighs into her butt, she howled as her rectum received a brutalizing that it was thoroughly unprepared for.

“Apologize and beg for mercy!” Sasha barked after about a minute of making Carmella groan in pain. “If you admit that I’m better than you right now in front of everyone, I might even let you go. No more harm done.”

It took a second for the offer to register but once it did, Carmella was all over it. The torture she was going through was unbearable. “I’M SORRYYYY SASHA! AHHHH FUUUCKKKK! YOU’RE BETTER! PLEASE STOP, I’M SORYYYYY!”

“Good.” She heard and once more, she felt the speed of Sasha’s fucking slow, which actually felt kind of nice after what had come before. Her hair was let go of and she shook her head, feeling her magnificent locks swish back into place around her shoulders. Soon, there was just a dull ache deep in her ass while Sasha’s strap on quivered in the shallows of her bubble butt. “Can you repeat that for me one more time? Maybe with a bit more imagination this time?”

Carmella froze. Begging in the heat of the moment had been easy. She’d have said anything to make it stop. Now, without the pain clouding it, her brain was working again and she was again remembering that she didn’t actually want to degrade herself like this.

However, the indecisiveness didn’t last too long as Carmella also remembered just how bad the past few moments had been. Submitting to avoid pain was a lot less embarrassing than submitting to indulge in pleasure anyway. Of course, Sasha would be smug afterwards but when wasn’t she? Besides, it’d be hilarious when the Boss once again thought she’d done something impressive only for Carmella to reveal the trick and turn the tables on her at some point. So, Carmella went through with the rigmarole of sounding like a loser.

“I…I’m sorry, ok Sasha?” She panted, wishing that she couldn’t hear the whispers of her fellow superstars in the background, reminding that they were all about to hear this. “You’re the Boss. I get that. I shouldn’t have been rude to you…” She considered how far she was willing to go with this before deciding that anything was preferable to what had come before. “You’re the best wrestler in the company…and that makes you better than me.” A gulp. Fuck, that hurt to say. “You’re the champion and the Alpha female. I’m sorry for trying to challenge you.”

“Excellent,” A smarmy Sasha whoop made Carmella want to take it all back. The Boss's happiness was her misery. But no, she couldn’t. Not when it was so close to being over. Unfortunately, it wasn’t over just yet as typically, Banks decided to push her further. “Oh, quick question though…I know that self-absorbed bimbos like you value looks just as much as wrestling. So…I want you to admit that I’m hotter than you too.”

“You’ve got to be kidding…?” Carmella hissed.

“Not at all.” Sasha responded. “And I’d get on with it if I was you or my generosity may run dry.”

“Ughh!” Carmella sighed. “Fine. You’re hotter than me Sasha.” She spat out. “Now, get your filthy cock out of my butt like you agreed.”

“Damn right I am.” Sasha chuckled. “Ok, you’ve done well there Mella, I have to admit. However, another thing I know about self-absorbed bimbos is that they’re not the brightest. So, I’ll just remind you of what the agreement actually was. I said that I ‘MIGHT’ let you go. And now, after you were so rude about my beautiful cock, I’ve decided that I don’t really want to.”

Carmella barely had time to compute all that and was just in the process of forming a response when her words were snatched from her by a rectum wrecking jolt of suffering in the form of Sasha’s strap on being wrenched all the way out of her asshole entirely. It was an act that took her breath away. Quite literally like a gut punch as her insides struggled to cope with their new dimensions. Her anal corridor felt more like an anal ballroom; a cavernous empty space without anything filling it.

She whimpered miserably as her body began to recover. She felt her asshole begin to close, slowly contracting back to a manageable size. Of course, that didn’t last long as Sasha intervened by firmly grabbing onto her ass cheeks and spreading them wide, letting the Blueprint of the WWE examine that sight for herself. “You really thought I was done?” She laughed. “You silly little girl. When I call myself the Legit Boss, that’s not just a fancy catchphrase. It’s not ‘Mella is Money’. It’s not ‘Fabulous’. It’s not ‘Untouchable’. It actually means something. It means that I own this company and when the employees step out of line, I am the one who reminds them of their place. See, I am THE only one who is capable of giving arrogant, jealous twerps like you the reality check that you need and exposing you for the needy anal sluts you are.”

All the progress Carmella’s butt had made towards normality was soon undone as Sasha used the easy line of sight she’d generated to spit a few more times on that slippery shit hole and then guided her strap on to the entrance of Carmella’s ass again. It quivered there for a second before Banks used her right hand to quickly help it over the threshold and back inside Carmella’s tailpipe. Then that hand went right back to holding Mella’s cheeks wide so that the Boss could get the best view of her dildo impaling Carmella’s ass.

“Oh, Carmella!” Sasha sniggered pityingly. “That was easy again. So so easy to make your ass open for me. Are you sure you haven’t been sneaking a finger up there every once in a while?”

“Shut up you traitorous CUNT!” Carmella raged, finally able to verbalize her fury at Sasha leading her on before and embarrassing herself in front of the entire locker room. “I didn’t mean a word of what I said earlier by the way. I’m better than you in every fucking department and an ugly horse face shit like you has absolutely no fucking chance of ever breaking a knockout stunner like me!”

As great as it felt to let that out, it did absolutely nothing for Carmella’s predicament as Sasha soon began fucking her again. Thankfully, she wasn’t quite as violent this time as she took her time in making sure her cock slowly slithered all the way to its deepest possible destination before leisurely slinking back to its starting spot where it barely was in Carmella’s ass at all. Carmella uncomfortably shivered throughout the duration of the first few strokes. This new pain was duller and more psychological than before as she felt every inch of her tailpipe being explored by the sapphire strap on of her current top. In fact, after the pain of earlier, it barely hurt at all. It was just super embarrassing.

Rather than punishing her, it seemed that Sasha was actually trying to get Carmella to enjoy this now as she teased her with standard top speak from the WWE playbook.

“Mhmm, that’s it Carmella. Keep relaxing those cheeks for me. I know you want this so bad and I’m going to give it to you. Fuck, I bet you’re soaked already. Ohhhhhhhhhh yesssssssss, you’d better enjoy it because I'm just getting started. Mhmmmmmmmm, fuck yeah, just getting started breaking in this slutty little fuckhole! Keep relaxing and taking it right up your tight ass, you little butt slut. Oh fuck yeah, ooooooooooh, fucking take it, ooooooooooh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk!”

So, it continued for several minutes as Carmella endured Sasha’s fantastical and foolish falsehoods about Carmella actually enjoying this.

However, it wasn’t enough to break Carmella’s resolve. No, she was too good for it, too good to bottom. It was all so pathe…OH NO!

It had only been a second but it had flashed across her consciousness with startling force. A tendril of pleasure as Sasha’s cock bottomed out in her tush.

Ok, that was fine. Her body was always going to betray her at some point. The important thing was that her mind stayed strong.

A few minutes later and the pleasure was becoming more commonplace. Sasha was being remarkably restrained in not increasing the pace and it meant that Carmella began to anticipate it coming. Every time Banks pulled back, she prepared herself, knowing that her butt was about to be assaulted by waves of bliss. On the plus side, her refusal to make any noise meant no one else knew that this was making her feel as good as it was. Carmella had absolutely no intention of giv…SHIT!

“Ooooh, was that a moan?” Sasha gleefully leapt on the slight moment of weakness.

“Gyahhh GO FUCK YOURSELF!” Carmella yelled.

“Nah, I’m having far too much fun fucking you to worry about myself.” Sasha teased.

She soon stopped talking after that though and focused all her attention on Mella’s butt, dialing up the intensity as she slammed her hips forward with increasing force. Each stab of her dick brought even more potent bursts of pleasure to Carmella’s nerve center as her brain lit up with delight, telling the blonde to enjoy and welcome this.

To her credit, Carmella held out for a little while longer. She wasn't welcoming shit!

It soon transpired that what was doing was fighting an impossible battle though when another moan escaped her lips.

This time it passed without comment. At least from Sasha. She did hear Chelsea Green giggle and say “Is everyone on the main roster this slutty?” Carmella wanted to break the Canadian cow’s other hand but she was far too busy trying not to totally break into whimpering, moaning and begging for Sasha to fuck her harder.

However, before long, the moans were alarmingly regular. Carmella’s best efforts were failing her.

Sasha then spoke again. “Give up Carmella. You know you can’t resist this forever.”

Carmella hated how much her words made sense. She’d seen enough action in WWE locker rooms over the years to know that there was no way that she was becoming a top anytime soon. Not all buttfuckings were created equal and the one Sasha was building up to here was going to be a big one. She’d barely used any energy yet and Carmella’s ass was already a turbulent vortex of pleasure. Fuck, when had Sasha Banks became such a good top?

Maybe if she submitted now, she’d have a better chance of surviving in the long term. She didn’t want another Asuka situation after all because she knew Banks wouldn’t in a million years turn down the opportunity to make Mella a pure bottom like the Joshi had. If she could get through this without totally breaking, she could start plotting her revenge.

However, submitting now would make it even harder to ever get that revenge. How would anyone take her seriously if she made it easy on Sasha now?

Urghhhh…this conundrum was tearing her apart.

Meanwhile, there were no such debates going on in Sasha’s head. Every move was decisive and instinctual as she clinically continued to turn up the heat on the blonde.

For example, she’d been holding apart Carmella’s buttocks for some time now but it was becoming a pointless act. There was no doubt anymore that the back door of her new plaything was an open and inviting one. She’d seen her blue flavored cock stretch that opening enough. There were better things for her hands to be doing.

So, she brought them up to the back of her head and interlocked her fingers in a show of relaxed power. Meanwhile, she switched up her strokes from long, languid ones that teased Carmella’s entire butt chute to short, rapid ones that rammed just the final few inches of her cock into Mella’s depths over and over. It was a change that made the blonde Barbie stiffen and moan again. There was no doubt anymore. She was loving every second of this.

Meanwhile, Sasha glanced around. She wanted to see what the show was doing to the rest of the roster present. She wasn’t disappointed.

They gazed with undisguised joy. If you’d asked them, most probably would’ve said that it was Sasha they were imagining being in the shoes of but there was a hunger and submissiveness in most of the watching eyes that told Sasha they would be easy to acquire.

Hell, Billie Kay had already totally succumbed and had thrust her hand down her panties to get some relief. Sasha caught her eye and winked, causing the Aussie to blush deeply. Oh, yes, this bunch of sluts would be no trouble at all.

As Sasha continued her scan of the locker room, her vision was drawn to the television in one corner. Smackdown was nearly over and all the scheduled women’s segments but one were done but as always, it’d been kept on so they could keep an eye on developments in case anything cropped up that required their presence. Right now, Bianca and Natalya were having that last women’s segment. Their match had been chucked in the dead slot before the main event and it wasn’t going well for Natalya. Bianca had just hit her with a standing moonsault that drew a close 2 count.

The EST was very impressive. Sasha had to admit that much. So strong. So athletic. So…tempting. As Sasha watched, Belair bent over to pick the downed blonde up by her hair. Sasha made a mental note to praise the camera crew next time she saw them. The view was stupendous. Bianca’s ginormous, heavenly ass stuck out like a haystack in a needle. It was all she could focus on. It consumed her.

Sasha had known Bianca’s derriere was fat and appetizing but something about that moment elevated Bianca Belair’s rump to ravishing, celestial beauty in her mind. Maybe it was just everything else about this situation inspiring her but that was the sort of ass that one could spend hours getting to know in intimate detail, learning about every hump and crevice with hand and tongue before discovering yet more about its depths with a nice big cock.

Until now, Sasha had viewed Bianca as just another conquest. A good looking one for sure, and one that was responsible for pushing Sasha back on the path towards Alpha femaledom. That was it though. She planned to beat Bianca, gleefully take her anal virginity, then relegate her down to rotation bitch status.

As the camera cut away though, Sasha was wondering if Bianca could be something more. She thought of the role Bayley had played for so long before her recent betrayal and efforts to be a top.

Bianca and Bayley were similar in a lot of ways. Both were excellent wrestlers. Both had massive, juicy butts.

Ok, maybe that wasn’t a lot of ways…

Still, Sasha was now considering a third. Maybe they could both spend extended time in the Boss’s favor as her plaything and ultimate submissive bottom. Of course, Bayley and Sasha had been friends first. She doubted that would be possible with Bianca who’d seemed dead set on claiming Sasha’s ass for herself.

Then again, she had mentioned that she’d looked up to Sasha in the past too. Maybe there was a route through there?

Thoughts for another day perhaps.

Right now though, she had another submissive bottom to finish taming. While Sasha had been watching Bianca, Carmella had been continuing down the path of submission as she moaned and panted like the bitch she was.

Banks brought her hands down and once again rested them against Carmella’s soft butt cheeks. This time, she didn’t bother spreading them, instead she groped and fondled them firmly, encouraging her charge with some smooth pumps of her strap on. “Alright Carmella, you’ve proven your point. You’re a tough cookie, more than just a pretty face and all but let’s be honest, you know I’m going to break you before long and I think it’s time that I proved it.”

She wasn’t wrong. Carmella was slowly starting to believe that Sasha was going to break her. Not certain but it was a growing suspicion. It was damn infuriating too. Carmella knew she was better than Sasha. She was better than all of them. Hotter. Sexier. Superior. And yet, here she was. Her ass filled with a fake cock and Sasha Banks making her feel like a pathetic loser.

Feeling like a pathetic loser wasn’t the bad part though. Carmella had been through that before. She’d been cheated and foiled enough times that even a peerless top and beauty like her had begun to doubt herself.

The bad part was that Sasha was making her feel grateful.

Grateful for every push of that massive, long cock into her butt that gave her butterflies. Grateful for how even now, she could enjoy the way the dildo felt as it wobbled around inside her butt and sent her spiraling into a mental state where she wanted nothing more than to break down and beg the Boss to slam her tight fuck hole into oblivion. Grateful for Sasha fucking Banks! HOW?

She still hated Sasha but she was starting to love her too. Or at least, love how she was making Carmella feel.

Banks was starting to love Carmella too. Though just like Carmella, her feelings stopped a million miles short of romantic or even platonic love. What Sasha loved was Carmella’s butt. It was an aesthetic marvel that looked so sexy with her strap on slipping in and out of it.

Inspired by its beauty, she began the fucking in earnest now, stepping up from the past few moments of rocking back and forth in her depths. “Ohhh yeahhhhh…” She let out an unconscious moan before unleashing a much more conscious verbal tirade that flew so naturally from her lips that she pondered how she’d ever doubted her top credentials, “Ohhhhhhh fuckkkkkkk….you filthy whore…you dirty little butt slut…mhmmmmmm…your asshole is so loose and inviting. Don’t you EVER fucking dare tell me you don’t love being a bottom Carmella! Not when I can see how you’re reacting right now. Ohhhh yesssssss…I can feel you wanting to give in to this. I know you want to beg for more. And you will. Oh fuck, you’ll do so much more than that though. You’ll beg me to make you cum. You’ll beg me to fuck you every day for the rest of your loser career. You’ll beg me to make you the bottom bitch of the entire locker room so that they can all use your slutty shit hole whenever they like. Ohhhhhhhhh shitttttt yesssssssss…you’ll become the dirtiest, most desperate butt slut in WWE history and you’ll love every single second because your butt was made to be fucked like this…ohhhhh just like this…FUCKKKK YESSSSS!”

Carmella was disgusted.

How the fuck was she getting wetter the more Sasha rambled?

Her pussy had been slowly moistening throughout the butt fucking but it had been kicked into overdrive as she was forced to visualize the grim fate that awaited her should she indeed succumb to Sasha’s sublime sexual skills. Floods of pleasure wracked her body too, further worsening her predicament. Carmella wanted to believe that it was just a consequence of the increased pace of the fucking but she doubted it. From the moment Sasha had first penetrated her back door, there’d been a voice in the back of her mind telling her that this felt good on more than just a physical level. That voice was getting louder with time.

Tears in her eyes, Carmella groaned. She wanted to hold on. Some part of her did at least. An increasingly large part of her wanted to submit though. “Ca…I…Ughhh…” She hesitated, nearly asking for release right then before a burst of resilience held it at bay.

“It’s ok, Carmella.” Sasha murmured softly, sensing the moment drawing near. “You want to be my little butt slut. You don’t need to deny it anymore. I’m going to break you either way so why not make it a enjoy it instead of being awkward?”

“Ngyahhhhh! NO!” The blonde howled. “I’m not a bottom!”

Sasha was tempted to pick up the pace and truly ruin the sweet, stubborn ass in front of her to prove what a lying slut Carmella was but in keeping with her new calm demeanor; she held back. It’d be way more effective for Carmella to beg like this. Completely lucid and aware that she was humiliating herself in front of the entire locker room. So, she remained thrusting her hips back and forth at a strong but steady speed, only adding to Carmella’s torment with some satisfying slaps of palm on butt flesh. The Princess of Staten Island whined as Sasha gazed adoringly at the jiggle in her tanned round globes.

It was around a minute and several agonizing moans later that Carmella began panting furiously as she slapped her palms into the ground in frustration.

“Can’t tap your way out of this one.” Sasha mocked. “This isn’t the ring sweetie. Here, the only way you get release is by giving me what I want.”

The subsequent seconds felt like days to Carmella as she fought with everything she had left not to embarrass herself. Then…

“P…Pl…Please Sasha…”

Banks didn’t break stride as she waited a second before realizing that had been the end of it. “Pathetic effort.” She said angrily, smacking her hand more aggressively into Carmella’s ass this time. “Tell me what you want me to do. And remember that I’m your top and address me accordingly!”

Carmella let out a whimper of pure shame as she fully submitted to the request. “Please Mistress Sasha…please make me cum.”

“Why?” Sasha asked.

Carmella stammered through her next words in between long, loud moans of pure pleasure. “B…Because I’m your bitch…ohhhhh fuckkkkkk…because this feels so good…I need more…Uahhhhh…because I want to you to make me cum like a…bottom…a dirty, loser bottom who loves having her butt fucked….Ahhhh shitttt…because I want to be your fucking butt slut!”

“Oh Carmella.” Sasha exclaimed happily. “That was almost perfect. You’ve earned yourself a reward for sure. Just one quick thing first, I want you to tell all your fellow superstars exactly who owns your ass and exactly who is the undisputed Alpha female of this brand.”

This time there was not even a passing attempt at hesitation as Carmella saw the finish line in sight. “You own my ass Mistress Sasha! You’re the Alpha female of Smackdown. I’ll never challenge you again!”

Sasha looked at the audience sternly. “You’d better listen to her because from now on, anyone who doesn’t bend the fuck over when I ask them will end up just like Carmella, humiliated and embarrassed in public. Exposed as the useless ass whores they are. Turned into forever bottoming butt sluts.”

Then, she turned her attention to something she’d be longing to do for quite some time. Using every bit of power in her hips to slam fuck Carmella into total submission.

“TAKE IT YOU STUPID ASS SLUT! OOOOOHHHHH FUUUCKKKKK, YEAHHH…THAT’S IT CARMELLA! I OWN YOUR ASS NOW! I’M GOING TO MAKE SURE IT’S NEVER FUCKING CLOSED FOR THE REST OF YOUR CAREER! EVERY FUCKING DAY, SOMEONE IS GOING TO WRECK YOUR LOOSE SHIT HOLE AND YOU’LL LOVE EVERY FUCKING SECOND OF IT BECAUSE YOU’RE A LITTLE BUTT BITCH…MY LITTLE BUTT BITCH…! MHMMMMM YEAHHHHHHH…YOU’RE THE BOSSES BUTT BITCH NOW. THE BOSSES…! BUTT…! BITCH…!”

Sasha did not go easy on Carmella. She wanted to break this blonde whore permanently and that hunger drove that extra 1% of force behind every shove of her strap on into the gaping hole before her.

Carmella didn’t mind that Sasha wasn’t going easy on her. She’d lost herself in the bliss of finally giving into the desires she’d been repressing for the entirety of their interaction, relishing the way her butt was being treated so dismissively, like it was just an inanimate object for Sasha to ruin and wreck. Her screams began mixing in with Sasha’s creating a wild, harmonious cacophony of ecstatic yells between bottom and top.

“OAAHHHHHH FUGHHACCKKKKKK…OHHHHH JUST LIKE THAT MISTRESS SASHAAAAAA…FUCK MY ASS. OH GOD YES…FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT! MHMMMMM DESTROY MY TIGHT LITTLE ASSHOLE AND MAKE ME CUM! OHHHH SHIIIITTTTTTT! OH SHIT!”

Unlike Carmella, Sasha’s smile was unbreakable at that point. There was nothing quite like hearing a bottom embrace her place in the world. Every word out of Carmella’s screechy, conceited mouth had been insufferable to her before. But now, the radiant blonde may as well have been an angel as her words filled Banks with pure joy and hope for the future.

That joy may also have been influenced by her current vigorous strokes meaning the Boss herself was becoming quite aroused from the bumping of the ridged inside of the harness into her pussy.

However, her arousal was nowhere near that coming from the Princess of Staten Island who was writhing like a fish on the end of a hook as she got closer to her orgasm, something Sasha was keen to encourage.

“THAT’S IT CARMELLA…CUM FOR YOUR MISTRESS WHILE I GAPE YOUR SLUTTY ASSHOLE…!”

She’d had other words lined up but it only took that one sentence before Carmella’s squeals reached a fresh, now wordless pitch and the stiffening of her body told Sasha all she needed to know. The blonde had just exploded.

This would’ve been a point where she’d have eased up if Carmella had been willing to submit earlier. She would’ve slowed down and let them both bask in this pleasure. Carmella had been stubborn though. And that meant Sasha was going to brutalize her tailpipe until it was custom sculpted around the exact shape of Sasha’s strap on.

So, without allowing Carmella the slightest freedom to enjoy her first, mind wrecking orgasm, Sasha got to work on giving her another, continually banging her cock into the depths of the bottom’s butt, intent on leaving that already well abused hole little more than a devastated relic that bore no resemblance to an anus at all. It would be an abyss, a wide chasm designed for the sole purpose of being fucked by whichever woman felt like it.

As she began pounding harder and harder, Sasha’s eyes caught the tv again where she watched the referee count to 3. Natalya had just been pulverized into the mat by a KOD. Honestly, it made Sasha happy. There was no way the Queen of Harts was worthy of being the one to take the EST’s anal cherry. That was a right for Sasha alone.

Time went wonky after that.

Carmella was the one who felt that most. The passage of time was rather irrelevant when her anal passage was being relentlessly assaulted by rapturous euphoria. Sasha’s girl cock in her butt was the greatest thing she’d ever felt. Every time it shifted even slightly in her bowels, it brought with it unimaginable joy.

“OH! OH! OHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKK!” She’d wail. “OH GODDDDDDD…YESSSSSSSSSS….!”

That was about as intelligible as she got. The rest of the time, it’d simply be raw celebrations and screams of joy as she loved every second of Sasha stuffing her butt, making it the Boss’s personal playground to use as she wished.

However, it didn’t take too long for Carmella to learn how to use the playground for her own pleasure. She began slamming her hips backward whenever possible, trying to time those thrusts with Sasha’s own in order to maximize the impact of each dominant, forceful thrust forward with her own submissive, energetic thrust backward.

While not quite as lost to the moment as her bitch, Sasha had totally shut out the outside world nonetheless. Her vision was filled by Carmella’s juicy bubble butt and the conquest of that beautiful shit hole was all she cared about for the time being.

The jiggle and shake of those cheeks with each impact was hypnotic. Carmella’s butt quaking as Sasha’s hips jerked forward and plunged her cock inside that previously tight hole that now let her in with barely any resistance at all.

Once she noticed Carmella hurling herself back onto the cock in her butt, Sasha knew it was over. That was the action of a woman whose mind was broken, one who was acting on raw submissive instinct.

She rewarded her bitch by finding fresh strength within her to slam harder as she groped and kneaded those glorious cheeks between each fucking, slamming her hands into the flesh eagerly as she screamed out a rambling monologue of pure joy.

“OOOOOOOOOOOH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS, YOUR ASS IS MINE!" She gleefully called out, smacking that bountiful bubble butt, making it jiggle even more for her, "JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE ON THIS BRAND, YOU’RE THE BOSSES BUTT SLUT NOW OHHHHHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH, YOU ALL BELONG TO ME AND I’M GOING TO MAKE YOU ALL BEG ME TO FUCK YOUR WHORE ASSES, OOOOOOOOOOH YESSSSSSSSSSS, MMMMMMMMM, AND I'M GONNA FUCKING DO IT TOO! RUIN THEM! FUCK THEM! DESTROY THEM! MMMMMMMMMMM YESSSSSSSSSSSS, JUST LIKE THIS! LOOK AT HOW MUCH YOU’RE LOVING IT! OOOOHHHHHHH THAT’S RIGHT, YOU’RE MY BITCH NOW MELLA! MMMMMMMMMM, GONNA WRECK YOUR ASS, FUCKING WRECK IT, OOOOOOOOOOH SHIIIIIIIIIT!”

And so it went for…who knew how long?

Endless fucking and anal pleasure. Total compatibility between the two as they shared in the joy of a true taming of the formerly proud Carmella, who’d believed herself destined for topping greatness and the exceedingly proud Sasha Banks who still knew she was destined for the Alpha female position over everyone in the entire company, not least this beautiful hunk of butt flesh in front of her.

Sasha had no idea how many times Carmella came. Or how many times she came for that matter. When the first one hit, she’d let loose a roar of gratification but refused to slow down one bit, in a testament to her topping talents. A singular orgasm wasn’t enough to stop the Standard of the WWE.

Eventually though, she did get close to her limit and given that she was in public, she wasn’t about to fuck herself to total exhaustion. She needed to keep up appearances and didn’t want to undercut the grand statement she was making to the rest of the locker room.

She slowed and soon stood on slightly wobbly legs with her strap on resting inside the sorely damaged shit hole of a now totally incoherent Carmella. The blonde had been so overwhelmed that her body had sagged into a limp ramp with her ass up and her head resting against the ground with a puddle of drool beneath her mouth. It was a visual that Sasha couldn’t have crafted any better as she looked around once more.

This time there was no pretense. Everyone present looked at Sasha in awe. She’d taken Carmella and totally obliterated her to the point of near unconsciousness.

She grinned. “Not bad for a woman who’s ‘bark is worse than her bite’ am I right?”

“Not bad at all…” Sasha heard Tamina mutter, which only confirmed the impact that the Boss had just had. The Pacific Island powerhouse wasn’t the type to hand out compliments easily. She’d wrecked her fair share of rectums in her career, mostly those of the willing bottoms because she was pretty useless as a wrestler. There weren’t many stronger and capable of dealing out more damage to butt sluts, something she took great pride in and why most avoided her completely. Only the sluttiest could handle it.

“Well,” Sasha clapped her hands together. “Shall we all gather round and see just how big Carmella’s ass is gaping?”

Everyone swiftly and dutifully shuffled over and once they all were in place, Sasha slowly, teasingly pulled her strap on out of the crater it had created, causing the not quite comatose Carmella to whimper pathetically.

“Holy shit!” Ruby gasped, sounding envious that Sasha hadn’t desecrated her butt like that.

“Mmm…” Sonya salivated. “That’s one hell of a gape.”

Even Bayley shrugged and confessed, “Pretty good.”

Sasha herself stayed silent but she crouched down and grabbed quickly onto each of the reddened cheeks that threatened to hide the impact of her destruction of Carmella’s butt. The sight that she bathed in was heavenly. Carmella’s rear passage looked like a mineshaft, excavated to perfection with the pulsating flaps of her anal entrance directing the eyes straight to the wonderous sight at the center. She could’ve stared at the masterpiece all day, if it weren’t set to be such a fleeting work of art. Well, she would make sure that wasn’t the case.

“Liv! Plug!” She called out.

A few seconds later and she held in her hands a marine blue butt plug, shaped to perfectly slide into the waiting rectum. “Everyone, get one last look.” She announced before pushing the tip into the dark hole and enjoying how easily it made it in and how Carmella, who was slowly coming back to cognizance moaned happily. “Well, technically I doubt it’ll be your last look.” She added. “After all, Carmella’s butt hole is open for business from now on. Just as long as you remember to replace the plug afterwards so the dirty butt slut never gets ideas above her station again, anyone can take her for a ride, isn’t that right Carmella?”

“…Umhmmm…yessss…Mistress Sasha. My ass is available for anyone.” Came the whispered response. With her throat sore and voice hoarse from screaming, Carmella sounded truly defeated and no one present had any doubt. Sasha had tamed the bitchy blonde and made her a broken bottom.

“Good girl.” Sasha comforted. “I’m sure that your colleagues will only be too happy to give your beautiful, whore butt what it needs, you lucky little thing. And if they don’t…well, the Boss will always be here to keep you in line.”

“Mhmmm…thank you Mistress Sasha.” Carmella said, then seemed to hesitate. Dread filled Sasha’s heart. Surely, the blonde wasn’t already feeling rebellious…? “Ummm…ahhh…Can I ask you for something Mistress Sasha?”

“You can...”

“Can I please have the honor of cleaning your cock Mistress?” The New Yorker asked hesitantly, desperation and humiliation filling her eyes as she succumbed to her depraved desires once more, this time without even needing to be prompted.

Sasha didn’t know why she’d doubted herself. It was like she’d forgotten that she was the Boss and Alpha female of Smackdown for a brief second. She laughed, covering up her relief. “Oh Carmella, I know I’m mean but I’d never deny one of my bottoms that pleasure.” She stood up and stepped out of the harness as she kicked Carmella onto her back.

Putting the shaft in her right hand and holding it just out of Carmella’s reach, she lay down on Carmella’s supine form, enjoying the mixture of juices that squelched between their bodies as she clutched her left hand around the blonde’s cheeks firmly and stared her down. The outside world faded away again as the two shared an intimate moment when their eyes met. In that moment, it became clear to Sasha that Carmella had no intention of rebelling. The woman looked at her with wonder and admiration. Sasha’s smile became surprisingly genuine as she addressed her new bottom. “Before I let you suck your filthy ass juices off my cock, I want to hear you beg for it and thank me for exposing you as a disgusting butt slut one last time.”

Carmella couldn’t get the words out fast enough as she stared into the gorgeous face of her new top. She briefly remembered how much she’d hated Sasha and thought she was inferior earlier that night. What the hell had she been thinking? This woman was a goddess who’d shown her exactly how much she craved being a dirty anal whore. Sure, maybe Asuka had started that process but right now, Sasha was the one who deserved all the credit as far as she was concerned. “Please, please let me suck your cock Mistress. I need it so bad because I’m a disgusting butt slut. Oh god, I’m so sorry for ever pretending otherwise. I want to taste my butt on your cock soooo bad. Mhmmm, thank you so much for showing me that my ass was made to be fucked by superior tops like you. I promise to be a good anal bitch from now on. I…GWACKKKK!”

Sasha rammed the head of the dildo viciously between the parted, red lips and enjoyed the choked gasp followed by the frantic sucking noises as Carmella furiously worked to accommodate the thick tool in her mouth and enjoy the taste of her butt off it. That didn’t seem to take long as Banks listened to the telltale noise of a muffled, delighted moan as the blonde successfully extracted that alluring, taboo flavor. Sasha almost felt envious. She knew all too well how good it felt to engage in such vile, perverted debauchery. Tasting your own ass off another woman’s cock stimulated the darkest recesses of the mind and it never failed to feel blissfully dirty.

However, making another woman who’d been so haughty and smug earlier that night moan like that…? Making her cry with discomfort and happiness simultaneously by burying your strap on in her throat…? Watching makeup stain Carmella’s model like face and looking around to see envy across the equally pretty faces of her supposed peers as she proved herself the true top in the locker room?

Equally joyous.

Once she was satisfied that Carmella had fully sucked every aroma of blonde butt from her cock, Sasha let go of the harness and stood. “Take a shower.” She ordered. “Once you’re as clean as my cock, come to my hotel room. Ruby and Liv will show you the way. I’m nowhere near done with your butt tonight.”

She turned and walked out of there without another word. The swift exit ensured she’d leave with the impact of her actions still reverberating across the locker room. Besides, she needed a shower and rest herself because taming Carmella in a single session had been one hell of an exertion and she didn’t want to show the slightest weakness to them.

Now, they’d seen her leave on top and now they’d all know that she was *the* top on Smackdown.

The. Undisputed. Alpha. Female.

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Epilogue

Later that night, Sasha lay awake in her hotel room. She was spooning Carmella, arms wrapped around the formerly smug superstar who had recently snuggled against her so meekly and submissively before the exhaustion of her taming overtook her and she fell into a slumber. Meanwhile, Sasha’s strap on remained lodged firmly in the keister of her new slave in a show of dominance.

Banks was more confident than ever. Smackdown was her brand and there was nothing anyone could do about it. No one in that locker room right now would even dare try to usurp her after that display. She’d just proven once and for all that they weren’t on her level.

Well, there was the one who hadn’t been in the locker room who might call her shot but she wouldn’t succeed. No chance in hell.

Sasha smirked to herself at the thought. Bianca was likely enjoying herself a Canadian fuckdoll right now. She hoped so. The more confident the rookie got, the more she thought she could take down Sasha, the more satisfying it’d be when Banks eventually put her in her place.

Oh, how she’d protest. The rare NXT alumni that graduated as virgins always did. Sasha should know. She’d been one of them. Bianca would think she was different no doubt. That she was a real top and couldn’t possibly enjoy getting her ass stuffed full with cock. Sasha would obliterate those misapprehensions. She’d make the EST whimper, moan and beg before accepting the Boss as her rightful owner.

The thought had Sasha excited and somehow, her pussy started getting wet again under her strap on harness. Even for Sasha, that was impressive. She’d had so many orgasms already after all and despite having just claimed a beautiful, bootylicious permanent bottom in Carmella, the only ass that could do that to her right now was Bianca’s.

It was fascinating food for thought as she drifted to sleep…