Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Cathy Kelley or Rhea Ripley or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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"Hey fuck hole!"
Cathy Kelley was extremely familiar with the experience of her butt hole quivering with fear and anticipation in the presence of a top. But honestly, when she heard the distinctive voice of Rhea Ripley, her entire body trembled with joy, and she thought she would cum on the spot, just from all the wonderful memories of their time together in NXT.
Okay, maybe it wasn't a full-on orgasm, but she damn sure remembered them, especially as she turned to see the intimidating woman known as The Nightmare approaching her. Something she experienced again when she came face to face with the muscular woman, who eyed her like the piece of meat she was.
"Ha, you actually looked." Rhea laughed, "God, you're even more pathetic than I remember. I mean, bottoms like you really do have no self-respect, do you? No, you exist only for real women like me to use for our pleasure. It's your calling in life. Which was why, you just couldn't stay away, huh? Mmmmmmmm, just a few short years away, to rest the overused fuck hole you call your arse hole. Shit, I'm surprised it took you this long to come crawling back.
And you know what, I'm sorry for not being here to welcome you back, but I had a fossil to deal with. Namely, Beth Phoenix, the former Alpha of the entire women's division. Ooooooooh yeahhhhhhh, I spent the entire weekend, pounding that big fat arse of hers. But that's okay, because I hear that Bianca was too busy bumming Bayley to welcome you back properly. So I'm happy to do it, right here right now."
This was exactly the kind of thing that Cathy had come back for. To have another woman talk to her like she was just a piece of meat. Just a fuck toy. No, just a fuck hole, to be used. And last time she was here, Rhea Ripley was the best of the best, and it would be so easy to just go with the flow, and just let nature take its course.
However, it might feel like nothing had changed, but given that she had been watching the WWE ritualistically since she left, Cathy knew for a fact that Rhea had only recently regained her swagger. The question was, did she dare mention it? Because she knew what would happen if she did. But honestly? That's exactly what she wanted.
"Wait!" Cathy protested nervously.
"What?" Rhea frowned in confusion.
"Don't..." Cathy nervously began, before forcing out the next words, "Don't you need to ask Bianca's permission?"
"What?" Rhea repeated, her face momentarily turning red with embarrassment, before turning a darker shade of red with anger, "What the bloody hell did you just say?"
"Nothing!" Cathy squeaked automatically, before forcing herself to add, even as she spoke quickly, and averted her eyes, "It's just, Bianca is the champion, and the Alpha right now, right?"
For a few long seconds Rhea just stared with murder in her eyes at the now cowering interviewer, before laughing, "You know what? I'm impressed."
"You are?" Cathy questioned nervously.
"Yeah, impressed. Ohhhhhhh yesssssssss, I didn't think you had it in you, Cath." Rhea grinned fondly, gently pulling Cathy's face upward, so they were looking eye to eye again, "There are so-called wrestlers in this company, male and female, who wouldn't dare to antagonize me, the way you just did. And for good reason, because if anyone heard that, I would definitely have to make an example out of them.
So, it's your lucky day. Mmmmmmm, I mean, I'm still going to beat that booty, but I was going to do that anyway. But now you've actually stood up to The Nightmare, I'll make it quick, and then will get to what you really want. Oooooooooh yeahhhhhhhh, a real woman destroying your shitter, like the anal whore you are."
"Thank you, Mistress Rhea." Cathy beamed in reply.
"You're very welcome, fuck hole." Rhea chuckled, before further rewarding Cathy with a surprisingly gentle kiss.
During Cathy's first time working for the company, she had spent her time in NXT, being passed around by whoever wanted her. But the last few months? She'd been the exclusive property of The Nightmare. Hell, when she got offered other projects, Cathy very nearly turned them down, and still quit her job with the WWE, so she could be the full-time anal bitch of Rhea Ripley.
Something she had spent every night since fantasizing about, even if she was sure she had made the right decision, given that her ass hole had only just recovered from the last time she was Rhea's favourite anal bitch. And that it only lasted a few months. Now she worried, and hoped, that she would never truly recover from the things that this Alpha female, and women like her, would do to her. Although she didn't think that much right now, as she was too busy making out with her former top.
"I was only topped once." Rhea abruptly confessed when she pulled away, adding swiftly afterwards, "That loss to Charlotte, that one time? It fucked me up real good. But now? That bitch is nowhere in sight, and Judgment Day? It runs Monday Night RAW. And me? I run the Judgment Day. So I don't give a shit what you've heard, or whose champion. I am the Alpha around here."
"If you say so." Cathy teased.
"Oh, you really are begging for it, huh?" Rhea laughed, even if she was beginning to run out of patience.
"Yes, Mistress Rhea." Cathy said in a soft, teasing tone.
Before Cathy could even consider pushing Rhea's buttons even more, she found her dress was being literally ripped from her body, almost causing her to protest. Then again, she really had kind of been asking for this, and it wasn't like she had bought a change of clothing, just in case this exact thing happened.
And honestly, it was wonderful to be desired so much, that she literally found her clothes being torn off of her body. She was then picked up and marched over to the nearest bench, where of course, Rhea sat down and placed Cathy over her knee. She then received her first of many spanks tonight, and while it definitely wasn't even that hard, it still made the interviewer moan like the needy little bottom she was.
Rhea hated the fact that she confessed to being topped at all, as while it was impossible for anyone to believe she had escaped that Wrestlemania loss with her anal cherry intact, it was the story she normally insisted on. Even if it was total BS. Because of course Charlotte had bum fucked her. Hell, it was far worse than that, as Rhea had been sent on a downward spiral, and suffer the consequences.
To her shame, she had received arse pounding after arse pounding, to the point where she really was worried, she would never recover. Thankfully, she had finally been able to put that behind her, and really had been destroying shit holes ever since. Including that of the once mighty Beth Phoenix.
For whatever reason, little Cathy Kelley here was extremely easy to talk too, and had a nasty habit of getting the truth out of Rhea. Something that she would pay dearly for tonight, both in the way she clearly wanted, and in ways that Rhea would make sure she didn't.
Well, she would of course take a few long minutes just to savour her prize, greedily groping those juicy arse cheeks, and between firm but not that powerful strikes, which caused those meaty cheeks to jiggle beautifully for her. Something which was already turning that pale bottom a cute pink, and causing Cathy to let out wonderfully cute sounds. God, she had missed this interviewer.
Naturally, Rhea had her way with all the interviewers, and all the other members of the crew who caught her eye. Definitely all of the women, but a few of the men too, just to prove how dominant she truly was. Then again, she had a small army of boys in The Judgment Day, so when it came to looking for fuck toys outside of her group, Rhea was definitely more focused on women.
And after everything she'd been through over the last few years, it was so gratifying to have completely submissive and willing bottoms like a Cathy Kelley or a Liv Morgan who literally begged to be topped if she so much as looked at them. Yes, typically these two examples had a tendency of winding her up, but right now, that seemed like a very good thing.
Because as much as she enjoyed the gentle spanking, Rhea loved it when she had the excuse to go all out, and really beat some booty. Which was exactly what happened to poor little Cathy Kelley. Yes, it came after a long and thorough gentle spanking, but eventually Rhea phased out the groping, and even just pausing between strikes, to deliver a constant assault on that arse.
More importantly, while she been delivering hard strikes throughout, this was the point that she really showed off every ounce of her impressive strength. Which could and did cause the sound of flesh smacking off of flesh and the screams of the victims to echo throughout a room, and a bottom's bottom to jiggle obscenely, and eventually turned bright red. Which was definitely what happened here.
Cathy Kelley wasn't a Liv Morgan pain slut by any stretch of the imagination, but if she was in the right mood, it could be a massive turn on. And oh, Rhea Ripley could easily put her in the right mood for that, and being reunited with her felt like a special occasion, one in which they should indulge in this particular brand of foreplay.
Especially given the look on The Nightmare's face made it crystal clear she was enjoying every single second of this. And fuck, did it feel good to be pleasing a dominant woman again. Especially with her ass. Oh God, it felt like Cathy could cum already, simply from the exquisite mental high, and even the pain. And especially, her wet pussy grinding against Rhea's muscular thigh with every strike.
