Fabulous Bitch

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Carmella or Becky Lynch or Charlotte Flair or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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"Good luck out there, kid." Carmella said patronizingly, as Charlotte Flair approached the curtain, "Maybe if you're lucky, you'll get a fluke win over me."

"Bitch, do you know who you're talking too?" Charlotte snapped angrily.

"Do you?" Carmella countered dismissively.

"You know what? Fine, have your fun." Charlotte said dismissively, before telling her rival, "Because whatever else has happened, I'm still The Queen. I'm the best female wrestler in this company. No! I'm the best wrestler in this company. And we both know, you can't win without your pets. So tonight, you finally get what you deserve. And so do I."

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Charlotte Flair should have found it easy to do that, given that she'd been here before. Wrestling for a championship, at Wrestlemania. Where she belonged. And it started out so well, the superior wrestler easily dominating the loudmouth wannabe. But, Carmella refused to go down easy, which really pissed The Queen off.

So much so, she ended up making mistakes, and all of a sudden, Carmella took control of the match, pissing Charlotte off even more. She was The Queen, damn it. She was supposed to be better than this. And yet, after that, despite a few brief moments of offense, she just couldn't seem to maintain control. God, it was embarrassing. Especially as The Princess's pets hadn't interfered, yet.

It actually got to the point that Charlotte was hoping that there would be interference, because at least in that case, she could continue after the distraction, and finally turned the tables back to what they should be. Hell, she would have settled for a disqualification, over losing to this bitch. Again surprisingly, Carmella's sex slaves stayed in the back, keeping things one on one.

Making it extra humiliating when The Queen found herself in The Princess's signature submission hold. She managed to get out of it, but that was a small comfort, given that after that, she was rolled up for a three count. Oh God, she was actually pinned by Carmella! At Wrestlemania, no less. Meaning Charlotte either had to surrender her ass, or do something almost just as unthinkable.

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"You can have Becky!" Charlotte blurted out as she entered the women's locker room again.

"Charlotte?" Becky questioned weakly.

"Are you sure you want to do that, Queenie?" Carmella questioned, before arguing, "I mean, this is the second time you've lost to me, and everyone knows just how much Becky means to you. So, why not just get it over with, you know? Especially as you know that ass is mine. Mmmmmmmm yeahhhhhhhhh, it is. So why don't you make this easy on yourself, and bend over while I'm in a good mood?"

"Pass." Charlotte said flatly.

"But, my Queen... I..." Becky protested.

"Don't worry, Bex. I'll get you back, I promise." Charlotte quickly reassured her favourite anal bitch, before turning to the rest of the locker room, "I'll get you all back. Oh yes, you have my word, that soon, you won't have to put up with Mella's mediocrity. No, you'll be right back where you belong, as property of The Queen."

"Pass." Sasha said dryly.

"Sorry, my... Charlotte. You're great, but... you're just not our Fabulous Mistress." Bayley, of all people, argued that.

There were few more agreements with Bayley, which caused Carmella to chuckle, "Looks like it's unanimous. And what else do you expect, considering you nothing but lose to me. So again, I'm going to give you the chance to get this over with. I mean, doesn't it feel an appropriate end to your topping career? Why lose everything, before accepting your destiny? Mmmmmmmm fuck yeah, just give me that ass now."

"Again, pass." Charlotte said forcefully.

"You know I don't have to accept that, right?" Carmella pointed out, initially glaring, before brightening as she added, "Think about it... I mean, sure, Becky is an amazing piece of ass. But she's taken like a million billion anal poundings, which means that slutty little butt hole is open for business to an Alpha. And I'm not just an Alpha anymore. I'm the Alpha! The double champion of the whole WWE, and therefore the Alpha female of both shows.

Your anal cherry protects you from me. Those are the rules. But, as far as those rules are concerned, Becky is mine if I want her. So, if you want me to accept this substitute, after I already accepted Sasha's slutty little ass, you're going to have to convince me it's worth it. You're gonna have to beg. Mmmmmmmm yeahhhhhhhh, beg me, Queenie. Beg me to butt fuck your girlfriend in front of you."

There was a brief pause, as Charlotte was furious with this 'request', but as she knew what the alternative would be, she swallowed her pride, and then tried to make herself feel better by ordering her favourite butt slut, "Becky, bend over and point your big fat ass at Carmella. Show her, and the rest of us, just how much of an anal addicted whore you really are."

"Ye, yes, my Queen." Becky stumbled nervously, but naturally, did as she was told.

With another calming breath, Charlotte walked over to her favourite butt bitch, and began showing off the merchandise, "Please... Mistress Carmella, fuck my bitch's butt. Take it from me, if you can. Look at it! I know you want it, everyone does. Why? Because Becky Lynch is the best piece of ass in this company. Ever. More importantly, she is The Queen's favourite anal loving bitch.

You want to take everything for me? Well, your collection won't be complete, until this perfect piece of ass is in your collection. So go ahead, and fuck it. Spank it. Do whatever you fucking want to it, while I watch you do it, and plan how I'm going to beat you, and take back everything that's rightfully mine. Becky most of all."

"Well, we both know you can do better..." Carmella grumbled, before shrugging, "But you know what? I just can't resist that ass. So, Becky, be a good girl, take off your clothes, and bend over my knee. Oooooooooh yesssssssss, mmmmmmmmm, if I'm going to take The Queen's favourite piece of booty, I'm going to start it off right, with a nice hard spanking."

"Yes, Mistress." Becky replied softly and obeyed.

"Oh, and Charlotte? Get me a chair I can sit on." Carmella added as an afterthought.

"Yes, Mistress Carmella." Charlotte grumbled.

No stranger to handling a chair, Charlotte had never wanted to smack a bitch upside the head with it more than in that moment. Hell, she would have gone straight for smacking Carmella across the face, if she could have. Unfortunately, she couldn't risk it. Not with the recent victory this bitch had over her. So, even though it was physically painful, Charlotte did it.

The Queen retrieved a chair for The Princess, placed it in the center of the locker room, and then moved back, so Carmella could sit down upon it. Meanwhile, Becky slowly removed what she was wearing, which just happened to be her ring gear, which did an amazing job of showing off that incredible 'arse' of hers. Something that Mella was about to use for her pleasure.

For better or for worse, Becky wasted no time getting to her. Mella didn't give her the chance, because as soon as The Lass Kicker was naked, The Princess was patting her knee, indicating her prize to get into position. Given that she had obviously been anticipating this, Becky didn't hesitate positioning herself perfectly for the spanking a whore like her richly deserved, and loved.

Which was a beautiful thing to see, even if Charlotte wouldn't be the one giving that big fat ass what it richly deserved. Which was definitely the spanking she was then forced to watch, and indeed, everything that happened to her favourite anal bitch in that locker room.

Becky was heartbroken to be put in a position where she would hurt her favourite top, and worse, be taken away from her. Or far worse, for the once mighty Queen, Charlotte Flair to fall so far, that with one more loss, she would be in her place. Possibly just another broken bitch in Mistress Carmella's collection. That's why she was glad to be taking this.

To protect her Queen, who had always done an amazing job of taking care of her arse. Although honestly, at the same time, she was mad at Mistress Charlotte, for allowing this to happen. Also, her favourite top had been distracted lately. So, she was looking forward to bottoming to the new Alpha female, who very much seem to be on the top of her game.

Don't get her wrong, Becky definitely hoped that Mistress Charlotte would win in the end. She really did. But just the way that Mistress Mella looked at her was enough to make her pussy wet, and her bum hole quiver with anticipation. Two things which were very much happening during the early stages of this, when she was putting herself on display by first stripping, and then positioning herself for that spanking.

Also when, for better or for worse, she was left waiting for what seemed like an eternity, while the Alpha female of both RAW and Smackdown took her time savouring the moment. Which often included several long moments of squeezing and groping Becky's big booty.

Of course, inevitably Mistress Carmella raised her hand high in the sky, and brought it crashing back down on those meaty cheeks. That sound echoed throughout the room, Mistress Mella immediately pulling her hand away, both so everyone could enjoy that sound, and maybe more importantly, the fact those meaty cheeks jiggle because of it.

This process was repeated, albeit with noticeably less force, and no pulling the hand away. No, instead Mistress Carmella went back to lovingly fondling those juicy arse cheeks, and thus, wonderfully humiliating Becky in the process. Something that Mistress Charlotte did all the time, of course, so Becky welcomed it's return.

Something which was clear, given the way that she whimpered and cried out joyfully. Hell, she was such a pathetic bottom, that Becky could feel herself literally getting off on the pain of situations like this. Yes, the fact that her cunt was rubbing against Mistress Mella's thigh was a factor. But it wasn't the main reason. No, the main reason, was because she was a bit of a pain slut, who loved this kind of treatment.

Especially in front of Mistress Charlotte, who would hopefully be finally motivated to turn the tables on The Princess of Staten Island. Then again, as the next minutes ticked by, Becky couldn't help shake the feeling that although she adored Mistress Charlotte, it wouldn't be so bad to become one of Mistress Mella's Fabulous Bitches permanently.

Carmella was certainly aiming for Becky Lynch to become part of her collection permanently. Yes, because she wanted every woman in the WWE to be hers, and it would be a fatal blow against the once great Charlotte Flair. But make no mistake, Becky Lynch was an amazing piece of ass in her own right. Hell, now she was right up close to it, Mella wondered whether she had been underrating this big booty.

Because yeah, Asuka's perfect ass would always have a special place in her heart. And there was no way she could have gone after this ass right away. No, she needed to work up to it. However, at the same time she really should have made it hers sooner.

Especially considering just how much it jiggled for her with every blow, and so easily turned a different colour. Oh yes, those luscious cheeks easily turned pink, and then light red from the spanking. And that was only the beginning. Because while Becky had been good, and it was tempting to make this quick, so she could get to the real fun, Carmella just couldn't stop now. She was having too much fun.

Besides, this seemed like the perfect way to really get to Charlotte. Hell, if the bitch wasn't so selfish, she could have avoided Becky receiving such harsh treatment. And maybe, just maybe if Carmella did a good enough job, Charlotte would offer to take the place of her bitch.

So Carmella kept going, until those cheeks were a dark and angry red, and she finally had cries out of the pain slut which sounded like this was too much for her. Of course, to get there, she didn't phase out the pausing to grope those fat cheeks. Which was incredibly hard, but to her credit, she did it.

Hell, she was even able to dish out more strength than even she thought she was capable of, to truly dish out a monumental spanking. And, even though she had nothing against Becky, Carmella had to admit, she had a lot of fun doing it. Especially when she could tear her eyes away from these brutalized butt cheeks, and to the horrified look on the face of the once great Charlotte Flair.

It was very noticeable that Charlotte never even dared to speak up in defence of her favourite bitch, proving that she was no real top, and certainly not worthy of a piece of ass this good. But at the same time, it was clear that Carmella was really getting to her here like never before. Hell, maybe even Charlotte wished she was the one being spanked right now? Well, probably not. But it had to be close.

Which of course, just pushed Mella to spank that big booty for even longer, before abruptly stopping, to admire her handiwork. And making sure that her audience, and especially her true target in all of this, got a good look at Becky's backside, before inevitably they moved onto the next part of this wonderful night.

"Hey Becky, are you ready to eat some pussy?" Carmella asked almost conversationally.

"Yes, Mistress." Becky whimpered in reply.

"Then get on your knees, and get to work." Carmella ordered, quickly adding, "And, reply properly. Come on, everyone should know this by now. Yes, my Fabulous Mistress. Because that's what I am to you now. To everyone. Ooooooooooh yeahhhhhhhhhh, I'm the rightful owner of your asses. And you will show me the proper respect."

"Yes, my Fabulous Mistress." Becky quickly replied and obeyed, then added for good measure, "Sorry, my Fabulous Mistress."

Becky then watched as Mistress Carmella slowly and seductively took off her clothes, revealing that amazing body of hers. And somehow, she continued doing it while seeming dominant. Probably because of the wide smile on her face. The one which made Becky feel honoured to be in this position right now. And the one which had her super eager to obey.

Which was at least part of the reason she ended up moaning happily, when she leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and slid over the other woman's pussy. That, and it was just delicious. Even better than she remembered, back in their days in NXT together. On the other hand, she was more used to the taste of Mistress Charlotte, having spent most of her WWE career eating the pussy of her Queen.

Admittedly, it wasn't the most frequent way that she was used, but Becky definitely welcomed it. Besides, her true purpose in life was to please superior women, real women, and while Becky would do anything they wanted, this was the best way to give them physical pleasure.

Also, she got to listen to the wonderful sounds they made, and Mistress Carmella was no different, moaning, crying out and even whimpering in pleasure from the constant strokes of the Irish woman's tongue. Unfortunately, there was also the occasional jab at Mistress Charlotte, and even when nothing was said, the redhead could sense that the two blondes were staring at each other. Not that she could do anything about it.

Under the circumstances, even the once mighty Mistress Charlotte Flair couldn't do anything about it. No, she just had to watch as her favourite bitch worshiped another woman's pussy with her tongue, probably while wishing it was her. Hopefully. Wishing that Becky was the one eating her pussy, not that Mistress Charlotte was the one going down on Mistress Carmella.

Although, who knows what exactly was going through the head of The Queen in that moment? And as much as she didn't want too, Becky had to admit, there was a certain thrill to imagining her favourite Mistress being in her place right now. Something that she tried to ignore, in favour of concentrating on the task at hand.

To be fair, she had been trained to do just that. But, in practice, her mind naturally wandered to what would happen if Mistress Charlotte was unable to turn the tables on Mistress Carmella. Because it had been a really, really long time since anyone had gotten this close to ruling the entire WWE.

Hell, the last one was Mistress Charlotte, and even though it was only a few years ago, it was beginning to feel like a lifetime, given one by one, all of The Queen's favourite possessions had become the property of The Princess of Staten Island. And certainly, in that moment, being Mistress Carmella's Fabulous Bitch didn't seem so bad. Especially if her girlfriend joined her, in the same way that she was forced to during this particular worshiping session.

"Oh Charlotte, your girl is doing such a good job of eating my pussy!" Carmella taunted her rival with a laugh of wicked delight, "Ooooooooooh yesssssssssss, Becky Lynch is sooooooooo goooooooodddddddd at eating pussy. Mmmmmmmm, no wonder she is your favourite. But now, she's mine. And to prove that you understand that, get over here, and join her.

Ohhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmm, join your girlfriend in worshiping me. But not my pussy. No, mmmmmmmm, that's already been worshiped. I want you to kiss my ass. Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeeeesssssssss, kiss the ass you'll never fuck, again. Prove you understand who's in charge around here, by becoming my butt smooching bitch. Mmmmmmmmmm fuck yeah, pucker up, slut."

"Yes, Mistress Carmella." Charlotte grumbled reluctantly, and then was even more reluctant in obeying.

Charlotte had desperately tried imagining Becky was where she belonged. Or at least, one of the places, and certainly the most pleasurable for The Queen. The one where her beloved Becky would be eating her pussy, like the cunt loving bitch she was. But, unknowingly like her favourite bottom, Charlotte couldn't seem to stop herself from imagining she was in her place. That she was the one eating pussy.

Which admittedly, might be better than what she was actually being ordered to do now. Because sure, she had rimmed other women before, but for the most part, that was to prepare their butt hole so she could sodomize them. And obviously, this was very different.

It didn't matter that Charlotte had done this before, it was beneath her. And yet, she had lost, again, giving her no choice but to kneel behind Carmella, and pressed her lips to the other blonde's behind, making it official. Charlotte was actually kissing ass. Carmella's ass. Going from cheek to cheek, covering that well-rounded flesh in kisses. Oh fuck, this was so humiliating.

Especially given her favourite bitch was worshiping this bitch's cunt the entire time, pushing her closer and closer to the inevitable orgasms Becky would give her. Although arguably, that wouldn't be the worst of it. Something that her tormentor was only too happy to bring attention to, with her next infuriating words.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh yesssssssss, that's it! Kiss my ass, Charlotte. Mmmmmmmm, fuck yeah, literally kiss my fucking ass!" Carmella moaned over and over again for a few long minutes, give or take a few words of encouragement for Becky, and then pushed, "Now eat it! Ooooooooooh yeahhhhhhhhh, eat my fucking ass! Lick my butt hole, you bitch. I know you know how.

Mmmmmmmm, fuck yes, the same way you munched Becky's butt for years, to make it nice and ready for your cock. And if you're lucky, mmmmmmm, I'll let you do it for mine. Oh yes! Oh yes, mmmmmmm, you can make your precious Becky's ass hole ready for MY cock, ha ha ha ha! Ah fuck, but first, lick my back door, you whore! Oh God yes, Goooooooooodddddddddddddd yeeeeeeeeeeessssssssss, ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh FUCK!"