Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Maryse or Bayley or Becky Lynch or Charlotte or Sasha Banks or Trish Stratus or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Sasha Banks was done being nice, and more importantly, she was done with losing. In NXT she had truly been The Boss, holding on to the NXT women's championship for one gloriously long reign, and literally owning every single woman on the roster as the Alpha female of that brand. Admittedly she allowed Charlotte to slip through her fingers, and that had cost her big time on the main roster, but for over six glorious months she had been untouchable.
Hell, she'd even had a now legendary match with Bayley, which had been so good it had the entire fan base cheering her name. Something that she had unfortunately bought into, which was another mistake which had cost her dearly, as lately she hadn't been able to hold onto a championship, or go more than a month without getting her ass fucked. God, it was a miracle she hadn't been broken.
But all that was about to change. Oh yes, she had returned after a long hiatus to get her head straight, and immediately attacked the RAW women's champion and called her shot. And she got it. At Summer Slam, no less. The Biggest Party of the Summer, and arguably the second biggest PPV of the year. It was the perfect place for her to make her come back, and solidify herself as the old Sasha Banks.
The dominant champion, and even more dominant butt buster behind-the-scenes. And she was coming back to the perfect opponent, namely Becky Lynch. Sure, that pure bottom had somehow convinced everybody she was 'The Man', even Charlotte, but Sasha knew better. She'd been deep inside Becky's 'arse' countless times, after beating her with ease, and this time would be no different.
Over and over again Sasha told herself this as she made her way to the arena, and especially as she headed to the locker room. She had very deliberately avoided going there in the weeks leading up to this event, because she didn't want to be tempted to fall back into bad habits. She wasn't even sure Becky was the Alpha female of RAW, but it didn't matter.
It was a Summer Slam women's title match, and that meant the participants asses would automatically be on the line. Which she would solidify before the match, and if Becky only turned out to be a stepping stone on her path to greatness, so be it. Either way, she was winning a title tonight, and more importantly, fucking some bitch up the ass afterwards, to cement her place in the food chain.
There was an obstacle to her plan. Namely, Charlotte Flair, AKA, the bitch who had derailed her career countless times now, almost turning her into her bitch countless times in the process. Hell, when Charlotte had taken Sasha's anal cherry she had arguably succeeded, as it was only when Sasha got away from her that she truly began feeling like her old self again.
And as always, The Boss's butt hole quivered with fear and anticipation of what might happen to her. And it didn't exactly help that The Queen was already fucking another woman up the ass, in the centre of the locker room. Which almost had The Boss run for her ass hole, especially when she saw her rival wasn't the only one pounding booty, although a wicked grin crossed her face when she realized who was getting butt fucked, which made her feel hopeful.
Becky Lynch was in heaven right now. She was exactly where she belonged, on all fours in the centre of the room's locker room, getting her ass used by a superior woman. And best of all, it was the most superior woman ever, her wonderful French Mistress, who was currently proving without a shadow of a doubt that she was the Alpha female of RAW, not Becky.
Which at this point, was the worst kept secret in the whole of wrestling, given that she hadn't topped anyone publicly since before Wrestlemania. Sure, she had successfully defended her title for months, but when it came to collecting her debts, she and her defeated opponent would return to her hotel room, and then there was no proof she had topped them. And the infamous arse tamer Maryse had been seen hanging around, so pretty much everyone had put two and two together.
It had been mostly freeing to declare her undying devotion to her French Mistress, lathering her feet in kisses in front of pretty much every woman on the main roster. Her French Dom had then got tired of waiting for Sasha, but in a way, things worked out even better, as Becky felt so wonderfully humiliated from her old friend and rival seeing her like this.
Which was doubly a treat, because Bayley was right next to her, getting the same treatment from Charlotte. Oh yes, this was a wonderful reunion for the four horse women, with the two most submissive members of it getting their fat arses pounded the way they always should have. God, and to think Becky and even Bayley had been delusional enough to try to be tops! Becky shuddered at the very thought of it now.
Thankfully her wonderful French Mistress had rescued her from that, putting her back in her place, and reminding her just what amazing pleasure she could have from getting her arse hole reamed out and pounded hard and deep. Which was something Becky and Bayley had been treated to for the better part of an hour, but now Sasha was standing there, they knew that was their cue to beg for more.
Something they were only too happy to do. Bayley beat Becky too it though, because she was distracted from the look on Sasha's face, as it was very familiar. Oh yes, the redhead knew that look all too well, as while her old friend might not want to admit it, she was extremely jealous in that moment. And it wasn't Charlotte or Maryse she was jealous of.
"Fuck me! Mmmmmmmm, please Charlotte, fuck me harder!" Bayley moaned shamelessly, barely noticing Sasha, and not caring, because she just needed to cum so bad, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhh, fuck me! Fuck my big fat disgusting ass! It's what I need! Mmmmmmmmmm yessssssssssss, what I deserve, for being a shameless little anal whore. Oh please, oooooooooooh fuckkkkkkkkkkkk, please my Queen, ruin my butt. Wreck it! Pound it wide open, oh fuck, ooooooooooooh shit, just like old times. Oh please, ohhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck me hard and make me cum! Do it, ah fuck, and prove you still got it. Oh yes, thank you, my Queen, thank you, thank yooooooooouuuuuuuuuuu ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssss!"
"Me too, mmmmmmmmmm, ruin me, ruin my big fat disgusting arse!" Becky pleaded just as shamelessly, "Ooooooooooooooh yessssssssssss, pound me, pound me arse. Wreck me fucking shit-pipe! Ohhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, make me wrestle with the gaping wide bum hole! Oh God, mmmmmmmm, oh, my French Mistress, ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh, put this poor excuse of a wrestler in her place. Show my friends. I'm nothing but a fucking fuck hole, made for your pleasure. Ohhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhh, my arse was made for you my French Mistress! It's yours! I'm yours! Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk yeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssss, oh please make me cum, ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gooooooooooooodddddddddd!"
Like the well-trained anal bitch she was Becky tried to keep begging when the pace of the bumming increased, but she very quickly became an incoherent mess. Although to be fair, it was the same with Bayley, just as it would be the same for anyone in their place, Sasha probably soon to be one of them, once again.
