"C'mon in! We've been waiting for you!"
Becky Lynch recognized that voice...that Ohioan accent. It belonged to the woman her real mistress, Ronda Rousey, had given her to. The woman Mistress Ronda had handed Becky and her fat, Irish lass cheeks over to as a bargaining chip for a future bet. That distinct voice belonged to the bane of The Man's existence, otherwise known as The Goddess, Alexa Bliss.
That was a few weeks ago. Long, painful, anal sexless weeks, Bliss keeping her on ice until tonight, a gathering Lexi had carefully planned out to celebrate this special occasion. For now, Alexa owned the four most prominent wrestlers in all of WWE: The Four Horsewomen. Charlotte, Bayley, Sasha once again, and now, for the first time, Becky. This was huge and, despite that fact, Becky had gone out of her way to assure that she arrived fashionably late. She could tell by the tone of Alexa's voice that her new owner wasn't happy about it.
But, be that as it may, Becky had no choice but to listen...to turn the handle and accept the invitation. Her asshole was aching, crying out for some attention. Two weeks without so much as a butt plug to fill her fat bum was pure torture, and no matter what kind of hell awaited her on the other side, Becky was sure about one thing: Alexa would eventually fuck her arse. So, she swallowed hard, reached out, and took hold of the door's handle.
The door slowly creaked open, and Becky slipped inside, finding exactly what she imagined on the other side. Four women, all of whom she recognized, three of which were lined up, one after another. Bent over the couch sat in the middle of the room were three asses facing outwards, belonging to Sasha, Charlotte, and Bayley, her fellow Horsewomen. The fourth was Alexa, who stood next to Bayley, holding a Sharpie marker in her hand, the top exposed. Naturally, Bliss wore a smile on her face.
"Well, well, girls, look who finally decided to show up! If it isn't my newest bitch? Lucky Charms!" Alexa gripped, popping the cap off of the marker and kneeling down, her face mere inches away from Bayley's massive rump.
"Who the feck is Lucky Charms?" Becky asked with a groan.
"You are, silly. That's your new name. Starting today and for the rest of your life, you are Lucky Charms, my Irish arse whore," Alexa assured as she pressed the tip of the pen on Bayley's tan ass meat and began writing:
"Asswoman #4: FAT ASS"
Those words, quite pathetically written in large letters across one cheek, were quite similar to a pair of phrases written on Charlotte and Sasha's asses, respectively, though theirs were spread across both ass cheeks.
Charlotte's read: "Asswoman #2: QUEENIE"
Sasha's read: "Asswoman #3: B- THE BUTT BITCH"
Alexa grinned and informed, "See, Lucky Charms? I've got three of the four Asswomen lined up. I just need #1. And that's you!"
"Arsewomen?" Becky asked, facepalming.
Standing up, Alexa explained, "Well...yeah? All four of you are so fucking broken and pathetic so...it's really the best name for you. The Four Horsewomen? That's honestly a little disrespectful to Ric and the boys. Ain't that right, Queenie?"
A sharp smack to Charlotte's ass had The Anal Queen quickly agreeing, "Yes, my Goddess! We are a disgrace to my father's and the other Horsemen's legacies."
Alexa trotted slightly to the left and delivered a similar smack to Sasha's caramel cheeks, asking, "What's say you, B? How do you feel about the four of you being The Asswomen?"
"It's perfect! Thank you, my Goddess! Thank you for giving us such a fitting name!"
"No, thank you for being honest, B. FAT ASS! FAT ASS!" Alexa called out, and Bayley immediately perked up; such an ironic name when any one of them, with the exception of maybe Charlotte, could've boasted the same name. Truthfully though, if one wrestler was going to be named FAT ASS, Bayley was probably the best choice.
"Yes, my Goddess?" Bayley weakly asked.
"Do you like being one of my Four Asswomen?"
With her eyes gleaming, Bayley gushed, "I love you, my Goddess! I love everything about you! And yes, GOD yes I love being one of your Asswomen!"
Having gotten verification from the others, Alexa turned her attention back towards Becky, and asked, "Are you ready to feel the same, Lucky Charms? Are you ready to make your Goddess very happy, and give her complete and total ownership of all four of WWE's Asswomen?"
Becky sighed; she hated playing Alexa's games. But, something had to give. No matter how much she despised Little Miss Bliss, her butthole was absolutely starving. So, a compromise would need to be made.
"L-Look," Becky stammered. "I know what ye are tryin' to do, Lex, and it ain't gonna work. Come Mania time, Mistress Ronnie's gonna win me back. Then, she's gonna feck me arse so good, ye are gonna be beggin' to take me place."
Alexa crossed her arms, wearing a stern look as Becky continued, "So, ya see, all of this Arsewomen and Lucky Charms nonsense is just wastin' time. Let's just get down ta business, punish me for bein' late or whatever, and get to feckin' The Man's arse!"
Alexa gasped, completely shocked by Becky's behavior. When she finally managed to steal her words back, she stammered, "D-Did you j-just c-command me to do s-something?" And, when Becky nodded her head as seriously as possible, Alexa and her three subservient Asswomen all burst into uncontrollable laughter fits. Fits of laughter that only further boiled Becky's hot, Irish blood.
"Ay! Ay, there! Who do ye lot think yer laughin' at, huh? Ye realize who me real mistress is, don't ye? I belong to the alpha, Mistress Ronnie!"
