Bow Down to the Goddess

"Alrighty then! Bend over, bitch! It's time for me to take what's mine!"

Those words, so precious and yet, so explosive! Words that Becky Lynch had been waiting hours to hear, and days upon weeks to even become an option. Countless rounds of ass cream straight from Sasha, Bayley, and Charlotte's bums until the flavors weren't even identifiable, and so much butt smothering that Becky now, against all odds, couldn't tolerate another second! But all that torture, all of that torment didn't matter anymore! Because finally, it was her fat, Irish arse's turn!

Becky's heart was pounding in anticipation. Her excitement was evident; she couldn't be spreading her ass cheeks farther if she tried. Becky's asshole winked recklessly, almost sensing the approaching Goddess and her massive strap-on cock. Somehow, Becks' heart started beating faster, and then even faster upon feeling that cock poke into her butt cheek.

"You want it, Lucky Charms?" Alexa asked redundantly, feeling more confident and powerful than ever.

"Ay, I do! Please feck me arse, my Goddess," Becky responded without an ounce of hesitation, fully under Alexa's blissful trance.

"Yeah, I know you do," Alexa reassured, sliding her cock up and down Becky's exposed holes. "It's just too bad, you know?"

Becky's brows furrowed. "Huh?"

Alexa explained, "It's bad that it's so late...and I'm just soooo tired, you know?"

"No, no it's not!" Becky scrambled to argue. "It's not that late! C'mon, Goddess Lex, give it to me! Please! Please, don't make me wait anymore!"

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want, whore," Alexa assured after letting out a hearty yawn. "And what I want is to see you suffer some more, anyway."

"But ye...ye said ye would feck me..." Becky recalled sorrowfully.

"I don't remember saying that," Alexa dismissed before clarifying, "I remember asking you if you were ready to get this big, fat ass fucked. And, I remember saying that it was time to take what's mine. And, despite what you may believe, little Lucky Charms, is still my intention."

Becky groaned and grumbled, sideying her Goddess. "Ye knew what that would make me think."

"Yeah," Alexa giggled to herself after another big yawn. "But I have something else in mind. You've been running that stupid fucking mouth of yours for so long. Being my collection bitch was only the beginning. You've got a lot more punishment coming your way, starting tomorrow."

"But why?" Becky whined, completely ignoring the obvious answer, which came just seconds later.

"Because I said so, whore!"

"This is bullshit!" Becky argued, digging herself in deeper and deeper. "Mistress Ronnie would never put me through this much feckin' grief. No matter how bad me mouth was! Yer just punishin' me 'cause I used to belong to Mistress Ronnie, that's all! Bein' feckin' petty! Yeah, I said it! Yer- OWWW FECK!"

Becky's impassioned, fiery speech was cut short by a harsh smack to her Irish arse. "The only thing that's bullshit is your tone, Lucky Charms."

"Ye know how badly I want me arse fecked...ya didn't have to go and tease me like that," Becky whined again, only to be spanked again.

"Oh, yes I did," Alexa guaranteed. "Mostly because teasing you is very, very fun for me. I could take your ass right here and now but...why do that when I can keep making you suffer?"

Becky didn't argue. Instead, she just lowered her head as Alexa continued to explain. "You're already mine, Lucky Charms. I got you to say it yourself, even though you were so loyal to Ronda before that you'd be willing to take a bullet for her. You're mine, haha! And since that's the case, you're going to earn my cock, just like the rest of my bitches. I'm going to put you through the ringer until I'm sure you really deserve the honor. Is that clear?"

The Man, in a somewhat dimwitted display of defiance, ignored her Goddess and, naturally, was made to pay in short order. Another smack, Becky's butt cheeks jiggling as a third squeal left her lips. "I said: Is that clear?"

"Yes...yes, me Goddess," Becky weakly submitted.

"Good, so we'll pick back up tomorrow then? I've got nothing to do and I'm sure a loser like you can say the same, right?"

Becky rolled her eyes and agreed. "Right."

Bliss smiled and stood up as she clarified, "Good, so it's settled. We'll pick back up tomorrow. Get some rest, my little Leprechaun, because you're gonna need it!" With that, Alexa began to walk away. Away from all four of her precious Asswomen and towards the bigger of her expensive hotel room's two sleeping quarters. The second, once they regained their bearings, eventually became occupied by Sasha, Charlotte, and Bayley; Alexa's favorites. Meanwhile, poor, unfucked Becky had to settle for a cold, uncomfortable night on the leather couch, cast aside and left astray, forced to hope that tomorrow, her new owner found an ounce of mercy in that tiny body of her's. Hope that tomorrow, her asshole would get what it truly desired.

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The Next Day...

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With sun shining, probably a little brighter than Becky Lynch would've hoped, The Man was awoken from her slumber. She spent a good five minutes just stretching, trying desperately to loosen up her sore, aching muscles devastated from a harsh night's rest. The leather couch, carefully picked to make this room look as fancy as possible, obviously wasn't picked with comfort in mind, evidenced by the massive knot that now called Becky's back a humble abode. It took her ages to fall asleep, even though all five women currently residing were up deep into the earliest stretches of the morning.

After a while, Becky sought solace in her former friends, her fellow Asswomen, and the bed they shared, only to be rejected under the guise of a lack of room on their queen-size bed. Three's a crowd and four is way too many. So, Becky returned to her couch and, eventually, managed to fall asleep. She may have been uncomfortable and God, was she cold, but putting her clothes back on would've only managed to make laying down even tougher.

Those same clothes, still strewn across the floor in the same place Becky had left them the night before, still housed her phone, which she quickly fished out upon waking up. She checked the time:

"1:37 PM"

Becky knew sleeping as late as she had wasn't good; it would only make Alexa angrier with her. At least, that's what she presumed, anyway. In actuality, Becky was the first to awaken. Early birds may catch the worm, but Alexa Bliss and her ragtag group of subservient sluts were in the mood for a different kind of hunt anyway. Becky's ass was fair game, and a well-rested Goddess was what those Irish Lass-cheeks really needed.

Lynch may have been the first one up and at 'em, but it wasn't long before she found herself accompanied by her roommates, stumbling in one after another. First was Charlotte, classic Charlotte. Becky refused to believe that Charlotte Flair was anything and had been anything but awake for hours. The Charlotte she knew was always so prompt, so on-time that something as trivial as "sleeping in" wasn't exactly a Charlotte-ism.

But of course, once The Nature Girl made her way into the room, strutting as confidently in her birthday suit as only someone with a body like The Queen could, others were soon to follow. Before CharLynch could have more than a few moments alone, it was Boss Time. Boss-N-Hug time, to be exact, Sasha and Bayley barely arrived less than a few moments apart. Unlike their older, larger blonde buddy, BaySha were well and clothed; nothing fancy, just some comfy clothes. Yet Alexa was still nowhere to be found.

"Afternoon, Becks. Or should I call you Lucky Charms?" Charlotte joked, coming over and sitting down next to Becky on the couch, Becky almost instinctively shuffling to the side, keeping her distance.

"Becks will do, Lassie. Ol' Lexi isn't exactly around. Ye don't have ta keep up with all that nonsense," Becky assured, and the other girls struggled to contain their laughter.

"Is that so?" Sasha asked with a hand on her hip.

"Oh, poor, stupid Lucky Charms. Life with our Goddess doesn't have breaks. We belong to her at all times," Charlotte assured.

"Ya, I know that, but just between us, is it really necessary to keep up with names and everythin'? I mean, does it really matter?" Becky reiterated, prompting the rest of The Asswomen to respond, in unison, "Yes!"

"But why, though? Do ye lot really care?"

Bayley shook her head and confirmed, "We care, alright. We care about Goddess Alexa more than anything else. And if she wants to call me FAT ASS...then that's what I'll call myself. Same goes for B, and Queenie, and you, Lucky Charms."

Sasha quickly added, "Yeah, you should probably get used to referring to yourself by your Goddess-given name going forward. Makes responding to it even easier, you know?"

"Whatever," Becky dismissed before asking, "Where is Lex...I mean, our Goddess, anyway?"

Charlotte, Alexa's prized-possession, explained, "Goddess Alexa is getting her well-deserved beauty sleep. She wanted to sleep in, and make sure she was at 100% for your punishments."

Bayley continued, "But, she told us that she wanted you to get ready for her. I think she said she wanted you to shower, right?"

Sasha finished, "Yeah, Goddess Alexa said for you to shower in the bathroom down the hall. I'm pretty sure she left something in there for you to put on, too."

"So...I should do that now, then?" Becky asked and, again, the other Asswomen unanimously responded "Yes!"

"And hurry up, too!" Charlotte added in. "Goddess Alexa will probably be up soon, and you'd better not keep her waiting. Or else."

With that final threat, Becky was off to the washroom, and what a large washroom it was! Somehow this was the secondary bath, the primary belonging to Alexa and her master bedroom, but you couldn't tell from the scale of it. The one Becky found herself in was massive, with a huge walk-in shower that could have accommodated at least four people easily, a triple sink with fancy marbling, and fixture for assorted linens and what not. That fixture is where Becky noticed what Alexa had left her to wear. Or rather, what she hadn't left.

In place of clothes was a single collar, not too different from what Alexa's other bitches were used to wearing. Lots of pink, lots of rhinestones, and an engraving that read "Property of The Goddess". Cute. Becky groaned, but her irritation grew when she noticed a small piece of paper sitting next to the collar. Rolling her eyes, she picked up the paper and read what was written on it:

"You still have so much to prove to me, Lucky Charms. But what you've proven so far has earned you the right to wear the first piece of your uniform. Enjoy it. Embrace it. Embrace me.

-with love,

Your Goddess"

Becky's face fell into the deepest pit of her palm; Alexa was so over the top, it was absolutely hysterical. Becks crumpled the paper and tossed it into a wastebasket that sat beside the toilet. Then, she ran the water, turning the knob, allowing the water to flow and gradually heat to a soothing temperature. After another scowl towards the collar that, in just a few moments, would find itself around her neck, Becky quickly searched for something she could use to clean herself with.

Her search proved successful; in short order, Becky managed to not only find a clean, white washrag, but also a trio of travel-sized soaps. With that, she hopped into the steamy shower, allowing the relaxing, warm water to crash upon her tan skin and run through her bright, orange hair. She cleaned her face, first and foremost though, washing away the countless loads of girlcum, among other substances that had dried there from the night before.

Then came the shampoo, lathered, rinsed and repeated for maximum effect. Body wash was next, the hotel-branded, travel-sized bottle carrying a fragrance that Becky wasn't fond of, but used to cleanse every inch of her glorious frame nonetheless. Lastly came the conditioner, bringing a soft, smooth texture to her fiery mane and, naturally, completing the process. After a few more minutes of soaking in the shower head's warm rainfall, Becky Lynch turned the knob and stepped out of the massive, walk-in shower.

She carefully stepped over to the fixture as before and grabbed a towel. Once dried, she folded the towel back up and sat it aside, hoping that whoever came to clean the room later would recognize it's "used" status. From there, the only thing left to do was to suit up in her official uniform. You know, much to her chagrin and all.

Before she knew it, Becky was walking out of the bathroom, her collar showcased beautifully around her neck and, unsurprisingly, her heart pumping feverishly. She returned to the living area freshly cleaned and ready for action. Action that would undoubtedly occur now that The Goddess had finally awoken.

With all three other Asswomen purring at her feet, Alexa was sitting her beautiful little bubble butt comfortably on the couch that caused Becky so much distress, wearing nothing but a fancy satin robe. Bliss didn't speak, instead snapping her fingers and pointing down, ordering her newest bitch to grovel. Becky slowly brought herself to her knees, and only then did Alexa address her.

"Good morning, Lucky Charms. I see you've taken your morning orders. Good for you!"

"Mornin', I guess," Becky responded solemnly.

Alexa grinned, "Aww, why the long face? Did you, by any chance...have a rough night?"

"Yeah, real funny, Lassie! Feckin' yuck it!"

"Poor little Lucky Charms. You've got it so bad, don't you?" Alexa teased.

"Between ye leavin' me arse out te dry and makin' me sleep on the couch, yeah, it's pretty bad," Becky complained.

"Well...yeah, I did kinda blue ball you last night, didn't I? Sorry, I guess I could've explained that I planned on making you suffer as long as possible a little earlier, huh?"

Becky didn't respond; she didn't want to dig herself any deeper. Instead, she stayed silent, allowing Bliss to rant on. "Anyway, the past is the past! If I were you, I'd keep your eyes on the future." Now that? That helped perk Becky up.

"Ay! The future, eh? Like, maybe one where ye finally feck me bum?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Alexa stopped with her hand. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, here. I told you last night that you're gonna have to earn my cock. And you've got a lot of ground to cover, so I'd say we get a move on. Agreed?"

Becky lowered her head but ultimately realized that this was Alexa's game, and they'd have to play by her rules. Thus, she succumbed to The Goddess's will. "Alright. Where do we start?"

"Hmm...good question. Girls? Any suggestions?"

Immediately, the three other fallen Horsewomen raised their hands, never daring to speak out of turn, all waiting patiently to be called on by the only real woman in the room. For two, sadly, only one could be the first, and while they almost had good suggestions in mind, it was Charlotte Flair who was hand-picked by The Goddess.

"Queenie, what do ya got?" Alexa asked, beaming with pride.

Charlotte giddly answered, "I think you should spank that bitch. Really give it to her for staying loyal to wannabe Ronda for so long!"

Becky rolled her eyes while Alexa shook her head in agreement.

"Good idea, Queenie! You know, it's what I was thinking, too? I got a few slaps in last night, and I'll tell you what, that booty is just too spankable. I'd be a fool not to."

"Thank you, my Goddess," Charlotte graciously accepted before explaining, "I used to top Lucky Charms all the time before you fixed me, and spanking that fat butt was always a highlight."

"Congrats, bitch," Alexa dismissed before ordering, "Lucky Charms? Bring that fucking cake over her right now! It's time to pay!"

Becky hated it. Hated the situation, how Mistress Ronnie had given her away so easily after one discretion. And ultimately, hated how easily she fell to her knees at The Goddess's behest. As much as it pained her to admit it, and as much as she believed Ronda was still the superior top, there was an aura to Little Miss Bliss that was undeniable. Maybe it was just her starving asshole thinking for itself, or maybe it was something more. But either way, that aura forced Becky to obey.

Crawl she did, Becks going as far to not waste any time, understanding that since her ass wasn't in view, Alexa probably wasn't interested in a "show". No, instead Becky hurried over to Bliss, the other Asswomen scattering, making room for The Man to crawl up the cushions and lay herself over The Goddess's lap.

Alexa didn't waste any time either, immediately latching one of her tiny hands on the left of Becky's two cheeks. Fondling, groping, getting a feel for that tan, jiggly flesh before cocking her hand back and slamming it down with authority. Bliss watched as Becks' butt quaked, reveling in both the sight and the soft whimper that the multi-time women's champion let out. Though, something was missing.

"What are you waiting for, bitch?" Alexa barked. Then, when Becky still hadn't caught on, spanked that ass again and screamed, "COUNT!!!"

"Aye, I got it! That's one, and then two!" Becky called back, wincing as she awaited the next attack, which came a mere seconds later. This one, which Becks called out, "Three!" was focused on her other cheek, a nice, quick change of pace for now, but Becky knew that she was in this spanking sesh for the long haul; eventually, both of her ass cheeks would be battered beyond comprehension.

Four and five, six, seven, eight and nine all came within the next few minutes. Despite Becky's eagerness, an eagerness that Bliss seemed to share initially, Alexa wasn't beating that booty quite as often as Becky would've expected. The time in-between each spank seemed to get longer and longer, Alexa eventually even trying to massage away the pain, making the next smack easier to stomach.

"Ten!" Becky squealed, the harsh sting already making its mark, though it was hardly anything The Man hadn't dealt with before. Five years now in WWE, Becky signed her contract back in 2013 but not properly finding her way inside of the locker room until making her debut the next year. Considering she's never been much of a winner, five years in WWE can essentially be boiled down to five years of losing, foolishly betting her ass, and taking everything that comes with doing both. Well, except for the last year, anyway.

This last year, obviously a year of ups and downs, was quite different. For starters, Becky experienced the greatest success of her career after finally shedding her awkward skin and becoming the person she always knew she could be. Becoming The Man brought Becky championships and wins galore, and even a few asses here and there for good measure. But, it also inadvertently brought her to her beloved Mistress Ronnie.

Under Ronda, Becky was officially owned by another woman for the first time in her life. But though she'd never been properly broken before meeting The Baddest Woman on the Planet, Becky was at best a low-ranking switch and, at worst, a top-three bottom disguised as a main-event talent. To make a long story short, Becky Lynch was no stranger to bottoming out and, naturally, getting that fat arse of hers spanked, as well.

Charlotte specifically, before being broken by Ronda and stolen by Alexa, spent many a night punishing Becky's ass, usually as often as NXT, Raw or SmackDown aired. Honestly, Becky being Charlotte's bitch once-upon-a-time was unofficially official, in a way, something that had never been confirmed but everyone believed to be true anyway. Back then, Becky could have suffered through hours of Bliss-fueled spanks, no problem. Now though?

Becky's time with Ronda was different, to say the least. Ronda has half the roster groveling at her feet, something that Charlotte couldn't claim to at her peak. With that many bitches, that many asses in need of attention, Ronda's time can get a little spread thin. While Becky was her favorite and usually received the most attention, that still meant that she wasn't given the full bottom treatment on every outing. Sure, Ronda fucked her ass every day, but things like getting rimmed or spanked were a rarity, designated for the off chance that they were alone together.