Author's note
This story was co-written with another author called Vintage.
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Lillian Garcia was very nervous.
She'd been informed by her boss Eric Bischoff that he was unsatisfied with her work as RAW's ring announcer and until further notice she was a backstage interviewer again and her first interviewee was none other than the new WWE women's champion Trish Stratus who had a special announcement to make.
Becoming a backstage interviewer again was a step backwards for Lillian, but the job change didn't bother her even half as much as the thought of interviewing Trish.
Until last night's PPV Lillian would have been happy to interview Trish, who she had previously got on very well with, but after watching Trish sexually dominate and humiliate the Smackdown General Manager Stephanie McMahon the thought of talking to the Canadian blonde bombshell was not a pleasant one.
What if Trish tried to do the same thing to Lillian that she had done to Stephanie?
Lillian had no problems with lesbians or bisexuals or anything like that, it's just that she wasn't one and she didn't want to be made to do any of those things that Stephanie had been forced to do on the PPV. Or at least that's what she kept telling herself over and over, desperately trying to block out how watching those things had made her feel, and how the thought of Trish forcing her to do those things was making her feel that way again.
Forcing herself to concentrate Lillian took a deep breath and knocked on Trish's locker room door, the door which had moaning sounds coming from inside it, very familiar moans, moans which had been echoing from the room when Lillian had passed it earlier and according to the camera guy had been doing so all day.
"Come in." Trish called out over the noise of the moaning.
Opening the door Lillian walked into the room followed by her camera crew and was shocked at what she saw.
There sitting casually on a couch was a fully clothed Trish Stratus with a naked Stephanie McMahon bouncing up and down on her lap. On further examination it was clear to see that Trish was wearing either another strap on or the same one she wore last night and Stephanie was shamelessly impaling herself on it.
"Lillian, great to see you, please, sit down." Trish said, patting the spot next to her on the sofa.
Still staring at Stephanie fucking herself on Trish's strap on Lillian barely heard the other blonde and her words certainly didn't compute.
Stephanie looked like hell, her bouncing boobs were red and swollen, as was her pussy and her skin was covered in thousands of bumps, bruises and various different types of marks which Lillian couldn't identify, and she was panting, puffing and sweating so much the Billion Dollar Princess looked as if she was about to pass out from exhaustion at any moment but still she slammed herself on the dildo.
Even though Lillian Garcia and a camera crew had just walked in Stephanie didn't even try and cover her naked body or make any attempt to stop from bouncing on the strap on cock.
"Just ignore my bitch." Trish said, snapping Lillian out of her trance, "She's not important until the second part of the interview. Till then, just imagine she isn't here."
It was impossible to ignore Trish's bitch, but Lillian did her best, walking over and sitting down next to the WWE women's champion, trying to ignore the look of mindless bliss on Stephanie's face and the sorry state of the Billion Dollar Princess's ass, which looked so red and bruised Lillian could only imagine the type of savage beating Trish had given it, and the even sorrier state of the brunette's ass hole, which looked so damaged Lillian doubted whether it would ever return to normal again.
"I know you must be wondering what my announcement is, right Lillian?" Trish asked, trying to get the interviewer to look at her and not at her bitch's thoroughly torn apart ass hole.
"Erm... yes... would you, would you like to tell us what it is?" Lillian stammered, trying to focus on the interview.
"I'd be glad too. You must be aware that the wrestling world is buzzing about HLA, how amazing it was, and when will it happen again. That's the question everyone seems to be asking. When can our viewers see some more HLA. Well, Eric promised the fans could tune in tonight to find out all about it, but we both agreed it would be best for all concerned if I was the one to tell our fans about it, so that's what's going to happen. So, WWE fans around the world, and any casual viewer interested in perverted lesbian sex, it brings me great pleasure to announce that next week, live here on RAW, you will get to see me defend my women's title in the first ever HLA match." Trish paused and waited for Lillian to ask a question, but it was clear that the interviewer was to stunned to speak so she asked herself the question she wanted Lillian to ask her, "What's a HLA match? I'm glad you asked Lillian. A HLA match is an anything goes contest, which means there is no count outs or DQs, and the only way to win is by pin, submission or anal induced orgasm. Whoever loses the match becomes the winner's bitch for a week. And as for my opponent, she will be someone with arguably the best ass in the history of professional wrestling, Stacy Keibler."
Silence filled the room, and then Lillian finally said, "Stacy? You're going to wrestle Stacy?"
"Yes." Trish confirmed.
"But... but she can't wrestle to save her life. She won't stand a chance." Lillian rightfully pointed out.
"Now Lillian, while it might be true that Stacy doesn't have much in the way of wrestling ability she has all the motivation in the world to win, because if she wins not only does she win the women's title but she gets to avoid getting fucked up the ass on live TV." Trish said, smiling wickedly as the thought of fucking Stacy Keibler up her perfect ass filled her mind, "And if that's not enough to motivate her to victory, well then maybe a little public ass fucking will motivate her to try harder in the future."
"That doesn't sound very fair." Lillian said.
"Believe me Lillian, it's much better than what Eric had originally planned." Trish said, "He was going to just blackmail the other divas into doing HLA with me, threatened to fire them if they didn't go through with it, or something equally as stupid and unnecessary. So I came up with the idea for the HLA match, and every girl on the roster should thank me, because at least this way they get the chance to save their asses."
"So the other divas are going to be involved in this?" Lillian asked.
"Oh yes, one by one me and Eric are going to make sure each and every diva is going to be involved in HLA, and even though I've pointed out they all have a fair chance of winning, this is the part of the interview where I send a message to them and that message is that this women's title is mine, and it's going to stay that way, which means soon all your asses will be mine, starting with your ass Stacy." Trish turned from talking to Lillian, to talking directly into the camera, "I've got a confession Stace. The truth is I've fantasized about your ass since the moment I saw it, fantasized about groping it, spanking it, of sliding a nice big strap on up that tight ass of yours and tearing it apart. I've fantasized about taking your ass and making you my bitch for a long time now Stacy, and next week live here on RAW, those fantasies are going to become a reality. And if you don't believe me, if you don't believe that next week I'm going to fuck you up the ass and make you my bitch, well, then take a good long look at what I did to the high and mighty Stephanie McMahon."
Trish turned her head and faked a disgusted look as the camera followed her gaze to fall upon Stephanie who was still happily impaling her ass hole on the blonde Canadian's strap on, not even showing the slightest hint of slowing down even though all focus was now suddenly on her.
"Stephanie, get off my dick and spread your ass for the camera so Stacy can see what I've done to you." Trish commanded.
With out a moment's hesitation Stephanie stood up, the dildo being pulled out of her poop shoot with a soft 'popping' sound, before turning her back to the camera, bending over, reaching back and spreading her ass cheeks right in front of the camera, showing the whole world what Trish had done to her and her ass hole. Not that Stephanie's ass hole looked much like an ass hole right now, it looked more like a gaping crater where an ass hole should be, the audience getting to see deep into Stephanie's bowels as the broken brunette obediently spread her ass for the camera.
Going on his instincts the cameraman slowly zooms in on Stephanie's horribly misused ass hole until it was the only thing on screen.
After a few seconds of focusing on the shot the director yelled, "Cut."
"No. We're not done here." Trish said.
The camera crew looked at the director for guidance. The director nodded and they kept filming.
"Stephanie, get on your knees and suck my cock." Trish commanded.
Without even the slightest hesitation Stephanie spun around, dropped to her knees and swallowed almost all of the monster strapped around Trish's waist in one go.
Having fellated Trish's strap on countless times over the last 24 hours Stephanie had become an expert at taking the beast of a dildo in her throat. Not only could Stephanie now take the giant dong in her throat with little or no pain, she had grown to love every trick there was to possibly know when it came to giving head.
After pushing her mouth further down on Trish's dildo so all of it was buried in her throat Stephanie waited a few glorious minutes so she could savour the feeling of Trish inside her mouth, before she began lovingly sucking on the massive intruder, making sure to drool heavily all over it to get it nice and wet for its inevitable re-penetrating of her butt hole and making sure she got every drop of delicious ass juice off the dick.
Over the course of the last 24 hours Stephanie had grown to love the taste of her own ass and rejoiced in being able to suck her own ass juice from Trish's strap on, the nastiness of the act only adding to her desire to please Trish by sucking her strap on as hard as she could.
