Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Alexa Bliss, or Asuka, or Charlotte Flair, or Sasha Banks, any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Alexa Bliss might not be a champion anymore, and she certainly wasn't the Alpha, after being publicly humiliated by Asuka. However, this still felt like the pinnacle of her career. Why? Because Sasha Banks was now officially her butt bitch. And not reluctantly, after losing a bet. No, The Boss actually embrace being The Bitch, becoming the most submissive slut that The Goddess had ever met.
Yes, that was really, really saying something, but it was true. Hell, Alexa was practically living in Sasha's ass, which practically made her feel untouchable. Definitely more dominant and powerful than ever before. Unfortunately, this resulted in her making an obvious mistake, which at the time seemed like a sure thing.
Because Alexa had successfully turned the tables on one of the women who turned her into a laughingstock upon her debut. Anally violated her, and turned her into a mindless butt slut, who had spent years living for dick up her ass. And she knew she should be content with that. Hell, it was more than she thought she would get.
But there she was, the mighty Charlotte Flair, and the second woman who had broken Alexa originally, seemingly in a vulnerable state. Charlotte had requested a transfer to RAW, and received it, so she could go directly after the only real competition for her in the WWE, Asuka. However, so far it hadn't gone well. Yes, she only lost a tag team match, and without even getting pinned or submitted. However, The Goddess knew about shifts in momentum, and saw this is her chance for revenge.
"Bravo. Great performance, really." Alexa mocked Charlotte as she entered the locker room, "Seriously, what was that? You're quickest loss ever? Ha ha ha ha! Not so queenly anymore, are ya?"
"What's that? I can't hear you down there?" Charlotte countered lazily, "And by that, I mean you're way too short to be threatening. Also, way too much of a delusional bottom."
"Hey! That's the first woman to hold the RAW and Smackdown women's championships, to you. And the first woman to be Alpha on both the shows. Mmmmmmm, and most importantly of all? The first woman to own Sasha Banks's fat ass." Alexa bragged, initially offended by Charlotte's words, but her own accomplishments couldn't help put a smile on her face. Especially as she continued,
"Face it, Charlotte. You and your precious Horsewomen? Old news, that's being replaced by true Alpha females, like me and Mistress Asuka. In fact, since I've now officially butt fuck three out of four of you into submission, why don't you and I have a little match, so I can complete the set, huh?"
"What, you and me, one on one, ass vs ass, for next week?" Charlotte questioned in disbelief, "Wow, you're even more delusional than I thought."
"Does that mean you're too scared?" Alexa pushed.
"Please, of course it's a yes." Charlotte scoffed, then quickly clarified, "But when I win? That big fat bubble butt of yours is going to be mine for a whole week. Deal?"
"Deal..." Alexa said dismissively, then adding, "Oh, and the other broken ass sluts known as the Horsewomen will be surrounding the ring, in a Lumberjill match."
"Even better." Charlotte grinned.
"And Asuka." Alexa dropped the other shoe.
"Fine by me." Charlotte shrugged, before grinning again, "Mmmmmmm, that just means Asuka will get to watch me humiliate one of her favourite butt sluts inside the ring, then out of it."
"I'm not her butt slut." Alexa whined with annoyance, "I'm not anyone's butt slut."
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From there, it was supposed to be real simple. Mistress Asuka was supposed to agree to help Alexa win, or at least make one of her bitches do it, so she wouldn't have to get her hands dirty. Which obviously, would help them both in the long run. Especially Alexa, who would finally get her revenge on Charlotte, the same way she had on Sasha. But no, Mistress Asuka just had to be difficult.
Which left her relying on Sasha's help, and that brain-dead butt slut was hardly a sure thing, leaving the self-proclaimed Goddess really ensure and nervous as she entered the ring with The Queen. And that maybe more than anything else, unfortunately led to her downfall, because after admittedly a good showing The Goddess suddenly found herself in a vulnerable position.
She desperately tried to fight it, but as soon as Charlotte bridged up into the Figure-8, it was all over. Without even an attempt at interference from the women's surrounding them, Alexa found herself hammering the mat desperately, in another surrender. Oh God, The Goddess surrendered her butt hole to The Queen, and everyone who was in there was there to see it.
Plus, her chances for another title match weren't looking good, given just how easily Alexa lost, and then was left whimpering on the ground, as the mighty Charlotte Flair stood tall. To make matters worse, she didn't even have the decency to look down at her fallen opponent, instead staring through The Empress, the real threat to her in all of this.
Poor Alexa could hope that Charlotte would be so distracted with Asuka, that she forgot all about her, and their little bet. Of course, deep down, she knew she just wasn't that lucky. No, The Queen had always been a vindictive bitch, and if The Goddess tried to deny her, she would make her pay far worse than if she simply surrendered willingly, at the first possible opportunity.
So, Alexa reluctantly followed the other tops to the back, making sure to trail behind Asuka and Charlotte, still hoping that she would be forgotten in all this. At least by those who mattered. Because she could care less about the opinions of the pathetic butt sluts that made up most of the women's roster. Well, maybe Sasha.
Because again, Alexa had been having the time of her life brutally butt fucking Sasha ever since she was broken, and if she was honest, The Goddess was dreading to see the reaction of The Boss. Ironically, it would have been better if her favourite anal bitch had been as heartbroken as she felt.
No, instead Sasha barely acknowledged the fact Alexa entered the locker room, as she and all the other bottoms were very much focused on the tension between Asuka and Charlotte. And, even though she knew it was a bad idea, The Goddess couldn't resist taking the opportunity to quickly shower, get dressed, and then leave. Although she only really managed the first one, before being stopped.
"And what exactly do you think you're doing?" Charlotte asked, finally turning her attention to Alexa.
"I, I was just..." Alexa began, before gulping at the warning look Charlotte was giving her, and then lowering her head while mumbling, "Just, making sure I was nice and clean for you, my Queen."
"Good answer." Charlotte smirked, "Now, be a good girl, and bend over my knee, so we can start this right."
"Yes, my Queen." Alexa reluctantly replied and obeyed.
At least this meant that Alexa wouldn't have to give a striptease for the other women, or even get a chair as obligingly, Charlotte was in position already. However, that means that the small blonde didn't really have an excuse to do anything except walk straight over to the taller one, and bend herself over her knee.
Something she had done many times before, but it had been a while since she had done it for someone as powerful and dominant as Charlotte Flair. And given all her memories of surrendering to The Queen like this, poor Alexa was left feeling really nervous. Especially after the bitch didn't get on with it, but instead gave her the most annoying torture possible.
Namely, simply admiring her prize for a few long minutes, before reaching down, and starting to fondle her meaty cheeks, which in turn, had Alexa whimpering with shame and humiliation. She should be above this now, dammit. Especially given that Sasha Banks was her bitch. Hell, Sasha was finally paying attention to her again, and if anything, she was jealous of the position that Alexa found herself in.
And Alexa was the one responsible for that. Mostly. But here she was, right back where she started from. Bent over the knee of Charlotte Flair, and waiting for the first in a series of strikes to her poor behind. Something which obviously took longer than Alexa would've liked, but for better or for worse, it came. With predictable results.