Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Carmella or Sasha Banks or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
*****
Sasha Banks was furious to be reduced to an errand girl, but what choice did she really have? She knew the consequences of disobeying Charlotte. Although this time, that wasn't even the worst part. No, the worst part, was that she now found herself genuinely afraid of Carmella, of all people. Back in NXT, the Fabulous Dom had been far from money. No, she had been a joke.
And her wrestling abilities still were, at least compared with the likes of the horsewomen. But somehow, she had reigned supreme for about six months on Smackdown now, including a 30 seconds squash over the once mighty Asuka, who had become Carmella's favourite Fabulous Bitch. Something that Mella had made very clear, from the various videos she had sent to the RAW women's locker room.
To her shame, Sasha had masturbated to those videos countless times. At first, she tried to pretend that she was the one butt fucking the now former Empress, something she had wanted to do for a very, very long time. But honestly, it was more the idea that Asuka had been broken by someone like Carmella. And the more that Sasha watched, the more she had to admire what Carmella had become.
She was just so effortlessly confident and skilled when it came to topping another woman, especially a female wrestler, that The Boss's poor little back door quivered with the thought of receiving the same treatment. Which was definitely the case when she finally walked through the door of the Smackdown women's locker room, to find herself looking directly at the Alpha female of this show.
As if she had been expecting her, and she probably had given the recent events, Carmella was sitting in the centre of the women's locker room, with a wicked smirk on her face. Which was very appropriate, given that she had another woman in her lap, frantically bouncing her ass up and down a dildo strapped around the waist of the Fabulous Dom.
Sasha knew instantly it was the once mighty Asuka, given her very recognizable hair, and the fact that she was even wearing her gear, except obviously, everything important was exposed. Then there was the fact that a very distinctive voice was whimpering, moaning, and crying out in pure pleasure. Hell, Asuka even chose that moment to further humiliate herself.
"Please, my Fabulous Mistress, can Asuka cum?" Asuka whimpered deliriously, before begging increasingly desperately, "Please, please, pleassssssssssseeeeeeeee, let Asuka cum! Mmmmmmmm, Asuka wants to cum like a bitch! Please, my Fabulous Mistress, allow your unworthy cock sleeve the privilege of cumming with your big dick in her ass?
Oh please, I need it! Asuka needs to prove herself as a good Fabulous Bitch, and cum for you. Ooooooooooh yesssssssssss, mmmmmmmmmm, prove once again Asuka is nothing but your nasty little anal whore. Your dirty little butt slut. Your Fabulous Bitch, ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkk yeahhhhhhhhhh, fuck me, fuck Asuka's butt!"
"Well, since you asked so nicely." Carmella chuckled wickedly, before smacking Asuka's ass, "Cum for me, bitch! Oooooooooh yessssssssss, cum for your Fabulous Mistress. Ohhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmm, I love watching my Fabulous Bitches cum for me. Especially when my big dick is up their slutty little bitch asses! Ha ha ha ha, oooooooohhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhh! Fucking cum!"
It was unlikely Asuka heard Sasha come in, as she was facing away from her, so this past unstoppable force was truly just lost in the moment. Something which unfortunately, The Boss had experience in. And God, her butt hole quivered with jealousy, as she looked down to Asuka's jiggling booty, and could just about see that once untouchable back door sliding up and down that strap-on.
In fact, Sasha became so lost in watching that, she completely didn't notice that Carmella had gone from smirking at her favourite Fabulous Bitch, to the newcomer, who was acting more like a fresh piece of meat, then a genuine threat to her. Something that had Carmella chuckling wickedly, before finally speaking up, shortly after Asuka was done covering her stomach with her cum.
"Hey look Asuka, a fresh piece of ass, just for me." Carmella teased.
Seeing red, Sasha snapped out of her trance, and then snapped at this uppity bitch, "Bitch, who do you think you're talking too? I am The Boss, Sasha Banks. Multiple times former women's champion, and Alpha female. I've topped every bitch worth topping, including your skanky ass. Because I am The Blueprint. I am, a trailblazer. No, I'm The Trailblazer. I'm-"
"Charlotte's bitch?" Carmella cut her off.
"You wish." Sasha said dismissively.
"But you do have a message from her, for me, like a good little messenger girl?" Carmella questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"How do you know that?" Sasha frowned.
"Oh, I have my ways. Which you'll find out, soon enough." Carmella promised with a wicked chuckle, and then pushed, "Well? Are you going to give me the message, like a good girl?"
"Oh, right." Sasha blushed, before clearing her throat, "My partner, Charlotte Flair, invites you to RAW, for a contract signing, for your upcoming match at Summer Slam. If you promise to behave, she will graciously even let you share her favourite bitch, Becky Lynch. One final taste of being a top, before she inevitably breaks you."
There was a brief pause, in which Carmella gave her an unimpressed look, before laughing, "Partner? Oh honey, we both know you mean, your Mistress, Charlotte Flair."
"She's not my Mistress!" Sasha protested, sadly not for the first time.
"Oh really?" Carmella questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Really!" Sasha insisted.
"So, you're saying that, if I counter offered with sharing your perfect little bubble butt, in exchange for my cooperation she wouldn't take it?" Carmella questioned, then chuckled when there was a telling silence, "Yeah, I thought so. Mmmmmmmm, but don't worry, baby. We don't have to wait for Charlotte. I can fuck your ass right here, right now.
