Beautiful Brutality

"I'm back, bitches!"

Such a simple phrase, right? One that Rhea Ripley had considered not even saying at all as she barged into the NXT Women's locker room for the first time since...everything that happened after her loss at WarGames. Rhea had considered just sneaking by, trying to lay low, maybe targeting one of the weakest girls. But, ultimately, she decided that the best way to wash the memories of that dreadful night (and the not so dreadful week after) was to pretend like it never happened...after standing at the door for several minutes, her heart pounding and cheeks blushing furiously at the mere thought of Big Mami...Raquel standing on the other side, waiting for her; Big Mami, who she finally managed to buy some time away from after a week of uninterrupted Mami and Rhea time. To return to that locker room as the Rhea Ripley everyone remembered...and feared. The Nightmare, "THIS IS MY BRUTALITAAAAAY" you know? All of that jazz. But, perhaps Rhea would've been better off going with her gut. Perhaps she hadn't foreseen the type of reaction her opening line would garner.

A stunned silence, a previously boisterous, stuffed locker room all turning to the entrance. And then, almost in a pre-planned unison, everyone burst into laughter. The few people actually worth respecting, pathetic bottoms, and everything in-between. Didn't matter who. Everyone was laughing at Rhea. They all knew exactly where Rhea had been, and why she'd been gone. Specifically, why she AND Raquel had been gone.

Rhea's expression soured, looking worse and worse the deeper she trekked into the NXT locker room. Notably, all of those who dared to laugh at the Aussie Amazon didn't bother to make any little quips or try to provoke her. Too afraid. After all, THEY weren't the ones responsible for Rhea's humiliation. However, someone who WAS responsible, at least partly, who was very close to the one Rhea had spent far more time than she would've liked calling "Big Mami", did have something to say.

"Hey, welcome back, bitch," Dakota Kai greeted, pulling her cock from Io Shirai's fat dumper and redirecting to Shotzi Blackheart's...also fat dumper.

"Who the fuck do ya think ya calling bitch, bitch?" Rhea gruffly asked, and another huge cast of NXT Superstars broke out into laughter again. Though the loudest were Dakota, Candice LeRae, and Toni Storm, three of the four lucky ducks who fucked Rhea's ass after her crippling WarGames defeat.

"You, bitch," Candice assured, seemingly just beginning her activities for the evening as she stepped into a modest-sized strap-on.

"Yeah, Rhea. You're the only real bitch here, especially between the four of us," Dakota added.

"Sorry, Mist- I mean, Rhea," Toni quickly corrected, almost calling Rhea "Mistress" out of habit from their dozens of nights together, years ago. "But we all saw what happened...annnnnnd heard what's been happenin' the last week. It's kinda sad, but even I got to fuck ya. And I nevah fuck anyone!"

Dakota and Candice laughed while Rhea's face grew as red as a tomato.

"Yep, ya pathetic alright, Ripley," Dakota assured, turning to her locker nearby and rifling through, likely looking to follow Candice's lead and strap up for the night.

"Why don't all of ya bend ovah for me and I'll show ya how pathetic I really am!" Rhea threatened, hoping to but it was no use.

"Oh, 'Kota, help me! I'm scared...NOT! Hahahaha! Of Big Mami's little plaything? Get real." Candice joked.

"Really, Rhea, c'mon! We all saw the real you when me, and Raquel, Candice and Toni, all fucked ya bum! And ya loved every. Single. Second. Just like a worthless little whore! Hell, I even heard ya woke up the next mornin' and spent the last week with Raquel's huge cock up ya bum, too! Is that pathetic or what?"

Then, as if the DJ had quit right in the middle of hosting the liveliest party, the room fell silent once more, with four words breaking the silence just moments later.

"DID SOMEBODY SAY 'PATHETIC'?"

The voice was familiar, but before Rhea could turn to confirm her suspicions, a strong, earth-shattering force came crashing down on her left ass cheek. She could feel them; five fingers. This was someone's hand, and based on the voice, it was the exact someone Rhea was hoping to avoid tonight.

"Did you miss Big Mami, Rhea?" Raquel Gonzaléz asked, bringing her mouth right up to Rhea's ear. "Mmm...or should I just ask this big, goth booty directly?"

"Get off of me," Rhea threatened, but Raquel tightened her grip on that aforementioned big goth booty in response.

"Aww, you don't mean that, do you, baby?" Raquel asked, her eyes glued to Rhea's fat butt, as if she was speaking directly to IT.

"Of course I do. What do I look like? Some kind of pathetic bottom?"

Once again in unison, Raquel and her WarGames teammates all answered, "YES!"

"Aww piss off, the lot of ya!" Rhea growled back, attempting to create some distance between herself and Raquel. But sadly, Big Mami was just TOO strong. The second Rhea tried to walk away, she was immediately pulled back in, this time bringing them face-to-face. Rhea writhed and struggled, but it was no use. With nowhere for The Nightmare to go, La Chingona leaned in and pressed her lips against her, at one time, best friend's. And while it persisted for a few seconds longer, that kiss marked the beginning of the end for Rhea's struggling.

Rhea melted into the kiss, memories of the morning after WarGames, her last time falling victim to Big Mami's charms, flooding back in. Which, sadly, left Ripley distracted long enough for Raquel to bring both of her hands home to grope those gelatinous globes connected to the back of Rhea's hips. Raquel groped and groped, and in the process, felt something protruding from behind Rhea's thin biker shorts.

"Aww, how sweet," Raquel said, breaking the kiss, Rhea's face flushed. Raquel rubbed her fingers along the divot, conveniently placed exactly where Rhea's asshole would be, asking, "You're wearing the buttplug I gave you!"

"No, no! No I'm not," Rhea denied, blatantly lying and, unfortunately, everyone knew it.

"Oh...God, that's...eww...ya even more pathetic than I thought," Dakota said with disgust.

"Oh, you're one to talk now?" Raquel asked Dakota, keeping her hands all over Rhea's dump truck. "Because, you better fucking not be!"

Immediately, Dakota's face dropped.

"Wait, I didn't mean it li-"

"Nope, turn around!" Raquel demanded, managing to pry herself from Rhea's body, at least for the moment. "Turn and bend, bitch. Spread 'em nice and wide. In fact, all three of you! The bitches from MY WarGames team who think just because I allow them to top, means they're actually tops? Bend over now! And I'm telling you what...those asses better be plugged!"

Toni was too happy to oblige; you can take the bitch from bottoming, but you can't take the bottom out of the bitch. Her ass, so comically fat even Rhea couldn't compete, parted like the Red Sea, eventually revealing her plugged backdoor. Candice, less enthusiastically, followed suit. Unlike Toni, Candice actually respected herself, and while she wasn't happy about it, cared less about herself than she did making sure Raquel wasn't breathing down her neck. Her cute little ass was just as plugged. But the mood changed the second it was Dakota's turn to go.

Seconds passed, Big Mami waited for her "boss" to emulate the others, but nothing came. Dakota didn't dare ask for permission to skip the test, instead using her cute face and big, puppy dog eyes to silently beg, but to no avail. There was no getting out. When Kota finally came to terms with that, with her failure, she sluggishly dropped to her knees, turned around, and spread her cheeks, revealing that her asshole was completely empty. Whoops.

Raquel buried her face in shame. Rhea smiled gleefully, loving how Big Mami's attention had shifted to...literally anyone else.

"So...what? You thought you could just get away with forgetting to keep yourself plugged for me?" Raquel asked, disappointment dripping from her words.

"No, no I-" Kota attempted to argue, but was cut off.

"Shut it, bitch. I don't want to hear any excuses! You know who runs this shit! And I know Goddamn well you know who runs that ass!"

As damning as the situation was for the devilish, conniving Captain of Team Kick, Rhea couldn't help but revel. Revel in Raquel seemingly more focused on making a statement with Kota instead going the typical route and targeting The Nightmare again. "Better her than me," Rhea thought to herself. And more than thought as well. Truly, there were no hard feelings between Kai and herself. Not anything super spiteful, anyway. But, business is business, and Rhea was really...really looking to avoid getting her ass pounded in front of the entire locker room again. So, she piled on.

"Ya know, I heard lil' Kiwi Cock-sucker talkin' about how HER team only won WarGames because of HER. Not tryin' to start anythin', just sayin'," Rhea instigated, fueling Raquel's fire.

"Yes ya are, bitch!" Kota piped up. "And ya didn't hear me say that, either, because I didn't! I swear, Raquel!"

Maybe, for a brief moment, Raquel was inclined to believe her long-time favorite bitch. Big Mami was far more than just brawn, she possessed plenty of brains too. She certainly understood what Rhea was trying to do, provoking an issue to keep the attention away from that big, goth booty that Raquel had become so fond of.

But...poor Dakota. She just couldn't keep her foot out of her mouth.

"I'm sorry...who?" Raquel asked, pretending to clean out her ears. "I must be hard of hearing. Because...silly me, right? There's no way you, MY little cocksleeve, just called me anything but, Big Mami, is there? Surely I misheard, right?"

"No, I heard it," Rhea added.

"Dammit, can ya shut up, already?" Dakota chimed in.

"No, Rhea's right. Her ass is so...SO fat, and it pains me that what NEEDS to be done actually does, because it means I won't be able to give it the attention it deserves. But, she's still right. You didn't call me Big Mami, bitch! You called me by my name like we're friends or some shit. Like you're equal to me, of all people."

"I'm sorry, Big Mami! I'm sorry! Please, we don't have to do this, okay? I know my place!"

"No you don't! You pretend to, and then you get ideas above your station when I'm not around! God, all three of you...well, not Toni. But you and Candice, definitely! And Toni, I know how much you love getting that huge butt destroyed, so you can get in on this too but...I gotta teach you guys a lesson!"

"I've been nothing but understanding, Big Mami," Candice tried to point out, but her assessment was quickly drowned out by Dakota's desperate pleas.

"No, please! Big Mami, this feels...extreme, don't ya think? Can't we just, ya know...work with our normal agreement?" Kota was, of course, referring to the trade her and Raquel had made when Big Mami Cool first signed with NXT. She gets protection from the other girls because...duh? Who's gonna mess with a 6'2" brick shithouse? And in exchange, Raquel receives a bit of financial compensation and, naturally, access to those cute, Kiwi cheeks in private whenever she wants.

"No, that won't do! You won't learn your place that way," Raquel assured. "You, and Candice, and Toni, and all these other bitches in this locker room need to learn that I run this shit! I'm the alpha!"

"I already know that you're the alpha, Big Mami, ya don't-"

"Dakota, quit whining, okay? This is happening. I'm gonna show everyone here that I'm the real deal, and you're just a fake. A fake bitch who belongs to me. And you're gonna like it, just like you did every night before Rhea became my favorite bitch!"

"Hey, wait a second! I'm not anyone's bitch!" Rhea fired up.

"Really? Are you offering to take Dakota's place, then? Because we all know what happens when you even get a whiff of my cock, don't we, Rhea?"

They shared eye contact for a moment, blanketed in silence before Rhea conceded, "As ya were."

"Exactly. Just as I fucking thought..." Raquel said smugly before lunging at Rhea, pulling the master of the Riptide into her embrace again. And, just like last time, Rhea squirmed and struggled to break free. Of course, no use...she could never be stronger than Big Mami. Gonzaléz forced her lips onto Rhea's again and, just like before, Ripley quickly lost the desire to struggle. And really, what were a pair of lips without a little tongue action to accompany them?

Raquel shot her tongue into Rhea's mouth and, unsurprisingly, The Nightmare met Big Mami in the middle. And there they rotated, shifting back and forth between tongue wrestling and lip-locking, practically letting the entire world around them melt into nothing before ultimately, Raquel pulled through and remembered her goal. She ended the spit-swapping make-out match prematurely, once breaking, using her lips instead to whisper into Rhea's ear, "Now be a good little goth bitch and go get Big Mami something to fuck these whores with."

Rhea felt a chill go down her back; if only that chill stopped there. Because what began at her shoulder blades ended between her ass cheeks, her butthole aching around the cold metal plug that, unfortunately, Rhea knew could never actually compare to Big Mami's superior alpha cock. That aching feeling...it stunned The Nightmare so it did. Left her, a muscle-bound goddess in her own, a motionless puddle, only jumping to life when Raquel, unhappy with her favorite bitch's insubordination, roughly smacked the tastiest, fattest piece of goth booty the WWE had ever seen before yelling, "Go, bitch! Double-time, before I make you bend over next to them!"

Suddenly, like a sleeping bear awakening from its hibernation, a hint of the "old" Rhea returned. A simple roll of the eyes, just enough to show that Big Mami didn't completely own her. Right? Surely such a...a small, practically inconsequential sign of disobedience was enough to convince the entire locker room that she WASN'T just a weak little butt bitch for Raquel. In any case, the fact that Rhea immediately followed her instructions afterwards, setting out in search of a strap-on cock befitting of the tough Texan and her superior stature, was enough to wash away the little good her pathetic eye roll had done anyway.

Nevertheless, Rhea returned moments later, 14 inches of man-made fuckstick in one hand and a leather harness in the other. She stuck out both, offering her gifts but, this time, it was Raquel responding in eyeroll.

"Knees," Raquel simply ordered.

Rhea sighed but, ultimately, complied without any further fuss. She offered the dildo and harness again but, this time, La Chingona was even more upset.

"Bitch, I fucking swear if you don't strap me up right now-"

"Alright, alright!" Rhea snapped, angrily attaching the dildo to the harness and loosening the leather strap, allowing her to wrap it around Raquel's waist.

"There you go...good little goth bitch," Raquel praised as Rhea tightened the strap, much to The Nightmare's chagrin. Though, a bit of name-calling and backhanded acclaim was nothing compared to enduring Big Mami's next command. "Now suck it."

Rhea sat there, on her knees, the tip of that massive cock barely an inch away from her lips, completely stunned again.

"Don't play dumb, bitch. You fucking heard what I said! So suck it! Now!"

"Yeah, Rhea! Suck Big Mami's cock! Show us all how pathetic ya are! How pathetic a week as Big Mami's bitch made ya!" Dakota chimed in, hoping to find some kind of joy in all of her personal turmoil or, better yet, a way out.

"Shut up, whore, you're not off the hook!" Raquel snapped and, immediately, King 'Kota returned her face to the floor like a good little bitch. "Yeah, not even fucking close, Dakota! You keep those fucking cheeks spread! SPREAD! Because Rhea? Mmmm...she's just gonna get me ready for you. Be happy, bitch! Happy I don't take you completely fucking RAW after all the shit you talk!"

"T-Thank you, Big Mami," Dakota weakly whimpered before shutting up completely, leaving Raquel to her old friend-turned-fave-fuckbuddy. Unfortunately, Rhea still wasn't sucking that cock like she'd been ordered to. Not good.

Suddenly, Gonzaléz seized Ripley's hair, using that leverage to force Rhea's head down and, naturally, that cock into her throat. Immediately, Rhea began to choke and gag, mostly because she wasn't ready to even blow, much less deep throat. But Big Mami doesn't know boundaries or limits, only desires. And what she desired was Dakota Kai's cute, Kiwi butthole as wide around as her fist, sending one message to everyone in HER locker room loud and clear: DON'T FUCK WITH BIG MAMI. Though, while that message was indeed targeted to everyone, the most-important recipient was the woman whose throat was currently being used as a lubrication station. More than anything, Raquel wanted Rhea to know that WarGames and the week after weren't a "one-time thing", and that this little love story between her cock and The Nightmare's ridiculously thick pound cake was far from over. It would never be over.

Currently, a different dominant message was being sent, one that ensured Rhea was well-aware that she was Raquel's to use in any way Big Mami saw fit. Even though she didn't technically have the right. Rhea wasn't obligated to obey Raquel's every command! Nor was she obligated to take the brutal throat abuse she was currently being subjected to, which only got worse the second Raquel started pumping her hips in and out, skull-fucking The Nightmare as tears streamed down her pretty, Australian face. Yet, resisting was completely useless. Not only because struggling or trying to fight out would've accomplished little outside of pissing off Raquel even more. But also because a small part of Rhea relished the abuse.

For all her merits, and all of the promises about how what happened between them was nothing, Rhea didn't even try to fight back. She allowed Big Mami to use her throat, not that she had a choice anyway. But, allowed regardless. And not just allowed, but enjoyed as well. The coughing and hacking, the spit pouring from every open area, Raquel's vice-grip hold of her head, and that huge cock pummeling her throat and turning it to mush...it was quite the experience. And though it was particularly brutal, the overwhelming, most-uniquely intense aspect of all was how Rhea couldn't help but imagine that instead of her throat, it was her asshole that Big Mami Cool was absolutely throttling. And that thought alone was enough to soak the front of her shorts. Luckily, nobody noticed.

Not that it would have mattered anyway, seeing as how a pool of spit had accumulated below Rhea, not to mention the trail down her entire front. It also helped that Rhea's "torture" didn't last for much longer. With as much slippery saliva as she was pouring out, La Chingona's massive cock was already well-coated, especially for an experienced butthole like Dakota Kai's. Even then, Raquel took far more time than necessary, just because pulling herself away from The Nightmare was so difficult for her. But, she managed to do just that, eventually finding the strength to toss Ripley aside and set her sights on the disobedient little bitch nearby.

"Alright, Dakota...spread 'em," Raquel barked sternly, keeping her words short and sweet.

"Raq-I mean, Big Mami...can I...can I ask for one favor?" 'Kota pleaded, feeling the cold rubber of Raquel's cock pressing against her butthole.

"Fuck did you just say, bitch?" Raquel growled back.

"It's just...I...I haven't been wearing my plug, so-"

"So what, whore? What, you want me to prep your butt because you're such a worthless, conniving little bitch that you think you can get away with not wearing your plug for me? That's exactly why I'm punishing you!"