Money Mella Maes Her Mar

Nikki Bella looked at her phone. 7:45; she'd arrived just in time. In time for her scheduled 8:00 meeting with the woman who'd beaten her the day prior. The same woman that she had beaten a week prior at No Mercy. Carmella. The Fearless Diva angrily turned off her rented vehicle's ignition, collected her key, and exited the car, slamming its door shut to help release some of her pent-up frustration.

Nikki wasn't sure who to be mad at; obviously, she wasn't happy with Carmella, but the longest-reigning Divas Champion was arguably more upset with herself. She'd gotten too overconfident. Nikki had already defeated Carmella soundly in the past. So when Money Mella laid down a challenge for their house show encounter the next week, Bella #2 couldn't help but accept. Now, she was moments away from paying the ultimate price.

For tonight, Nikki, as well as her famously beautiful butt belonged to Carmella. Via the laws of the professional wrestling women's hierarchy, she was to do anything and everything her temporary mistress demanded, or risk suffering something much, much worse. For a top like Nikki, her only goal was to stay as strong and unbroken as possible. She only hoped that Carmella was just as bad in the bedroom as she was in the ring.

Not that Nikki was ever one to judge someone's wrestling abilities, but she was once in the same spot as Mella. A pretty face and a good body, without the stuff diehard fans cared about to match. But Nikki had done everything she could; days and days in the gym, doing her best to get better at her craft. Amazingly, she'd done it! Brie's big sister had become a legitimately good wrestler. Not on the level of all the indie bitches that had been flooding the roster recently, but far better than all of the other models. The same could not be said for The Princess of Staten Island.

Much like The Bella Twins, among many others, Carmella didn't have a background in wrestling. Before signing with WWE, she had been working as a pro cheerleader for sports teams like The Lakers and The Patriots. As such, she was about as good in the ring as one could expect, which was not very. Which only made Nikki more furious about her loss! Losing was always hard to stomach but to Carmella? A rookie, fresh off of an NXT call-up? The thought nearly had the busty Bella blowing chunks, but she managed to maintain her composure, mostly because she would hate to ruin her expensive designer dress.

Her large stiletto heels, just as red as her gown, clicked to the hotel entrance. Nikki frowned as she pulled the door open and a cold blast of air came rushing out. Once inside, the reality star immediately took notice of the strange, clearly hand-crafted decorations peppered throughout the hotel lobby. Banners hung along the sides, halfway to the ceiling, one which read, "Welcome, Carmella's New Bitch" and another that read, "The Start of Your Fabulous New Life!" Even in her current compromising situation, Nikki couldn't help but laugh about how serious Carmella was taking all of this.

Never, since her debut had Nikki seen a top go this far out of their way to humiliate a one-night conquest. It was unheard of! But, Nikki was nothing, if not impressed with Mella's dedication. Considering how obscene some of the decorations were, she couldn't believe the hotel would allow them to be displayed. But, as she approached the front desk, it became a bit clearer.

Running the desk was a very petite, very cute, and very naive-looking brunette. She also appeared to be incredibly young, too, which could've explained her impressionable nature. Nikki arrived at the front desk, and before she could even ask, the young girl held out a key in her palm. With this gift came a message.

"Your new mistress awaits. Please, remember to be courteous, and thank her for all the good she does for us," She informed, clearing everything up in the process. At some point, Mella had turned the apparently lesbian receptionist into her bitch or, at the very least, fucked her hard enough to convince her to take part in this little charade. Ignoring this, Nikki took the key, read the room number on it, and proceeded.

Soon after, she begrudgingly arrived at her destination. Nicole quickly checked her phone to see if she'd arrived on time. 7:50, ten minutes to spare. After taking a few deep, calming breaths, Nikki pushed the key in its hole and turned the door handle, opening the door.

Nikki entered the hotel room to find Carmella, relaxing on the white leather couch, waiting for her arrival. "Oh, hello, Nik!" Carmella grinned. "Ten minutes early? I see you're eager to get your slutty little butt stuffed, eh?"

Blushing profusely, Nikki stammered, "Wha-? N-no...not at all, I just..."

"Save it, Nikki! I know you've been counting the seconds, eagerly anticipating this moment. The moment where you establish your place below your fabulous new mistress!"

With a burst of confidence, Nikki defended herself, clarifying, "No, no, no! Not at all! I just...wanted to get it over with! Seriously, that's all!"

"Suuuuure it is!" Carmella suggested, rising from the couch, her silk black robe swaying alongside her movements. She slowly approached Nikki, the clicking of her high heels just as loud as The Fearless Ones. "Why wouldn't a 'Fearless' top like Nikki Bella not want to 'get it over with'? But, here's the thing about that, Nik. I don't wanna get it over with. If I did then I'd already be strapped up, silly."

Carmella stopped right in front of Nikki, their matching brown eyes locking in the middle. Suddenly, The Fabulous Diva pulled her temporary sub into a forceful, passionless kiss. The big-breasted Bella gasped and flailed, but her attempts to stop Carmella from taking control were all for naught. There was nothing she could do. Nikki felt powerless as Mella's tongue slipped inside and tangled with hers. Luckily after a few moments, Mella showed some mercy.

The Princess of Staten Island broke their kiss, laughing maniacally as the taller brunette backed away in fear. Ignoring the chance to stalk her prey, Mella instead sauntered back over to the couch, patting the seat next to her on arrival. Nikki hesitantly obeyed; when she sat, her temporary mistress closed the distance between them. Reaching out, Carmella took Nikki's face into her grasp, before speaking once more.

Her words were soft and genuine as she continued, "Pretty little Nicole, I know how badly you wish to get tonight over with. To get things back to normal. But, they're two good reasons why we can't. First, dragging out your eventual downfall is just far more entertaining to me. I'm about to break a real superstar, and I plan on making it feel like the big deal that it is. And I want it to be fun, Nikki, not just for me, but for you too. This brings me to my next point. You're prim and proper little asshole isn't even remotely ready for me yet. So, we've gotta prep you nice and good, yeah?"

With that, she pulled Nicole in for another kiss. This one though was incredibly intimate. Carmella's touch was far less aggressive than before; Nikki couldn't help but let her Fabulous rival's tongue invade her mouth. Even still, she wasn't okay with it. Just far less shocked by the leggy blonde's actions.

But, the lack of surprise allowed Nikki to settle down, at least for the moment. Nothing, not even a wonderfully talented tongue helped calm her nerves for what was to come. That being said, Nikki was far from loathing locking lips with her lecherous nemesis. The longer their spit-swapping makeout match went on, the more enthusiastic Nikki seemed to become. Shaking off her initial hesitance, the busty Bella guided her tongue towards the rendezvous point, allowing both to dance together happily. Everything after became a blur for Nicole, The Fabulous One leaving her in a dream-like state as her comfort levels seemed to peak.

Carmella could tell her temporary sub was beginning to relax and accept the situation, at least for the time being. So, she used that growing momentum to take a bold move. A pretty risky decision given the Fearless Twin's more imposing stature and infamous strength. But, Mella was nothing if not a risk-taker, regardless of her temporary ownership over the Bella bitch. Tonight was all about turning Nikki into her permanent whore, and that was never going to happen without a little boldness and brashness, something Mella possessed in spades. So naturally, she made a move.

Keeping the so-called top occupied with her skillful tongue, Carmella slowly slipped her hand down, allowing it to caress the smooth, caramel skin of Nikki's toned leg before reaching up and under her dress. Lost in the heat of their surprising passionate moment, Nikki allowed her rival to invade her private area, thinking that she was targeting her moistening cunt. Of course, the Scottsdale scorcher was sorely mistaken.

Inching her hand deeper and deeper into Nikki's crotch, Carmella smiled, noticing that her temporary sub was nice enough to leave her panties at home, making the following move nice and easy. Without an ounce of fabric standing in her way, The Fabulous Mistress pressed her finger against Nicole's tight asshole and pushed forward ever so slightly. She couldn't go very far, but as expected, even that little bit was enough for Nikki to break their kiss, screaming and hollering bloody murder.

Brie Bella's big sister wept and wailed, but her cries fell on deaf ears. Carmella wasn't concerned about her target's well-being. No, no, no, only with breaking the overconfident bitch, once and for all. Nikki had severely halted her growth into a premier top; those PPV losses, they didn't paint her in the best light amongst the other women.

She'd only just debuted on the main roster a few months ago and already she was fighting adversity. But luckily, she'd managed to win when it mattered most, and now, Carmella was going to reap the rewards. The Money Mistress was going to use this win as a launching pad to take her career, topping and otherwise, as a launching pad, regardless of how much pain she caused along the way. Which, unfortunately for Nikki, there was a great deal of said pain, as evidenced by her incessant hollering.

Carmella did want to speed the process along though, so ironically, she didn't force too much of her finger up NB's big bum. Instead, since her goal was to break Nikki as soon as possible, Mella fixed her rent-a-pet into a more natural finger-fucking position and allowed the bodacious brunette to settle down. The sooner the pain disappeared, the sooner Nikki would be screaming for a different reason altogether. In pure pleasure instead of pain.

But, that was later. For now, Nicole was behaving as expected. Crying, just like any self-respecting top would from having her ass so cruelly violated, the tears falling from her eyes from both the pain of the stimulation and the humiliation of her butthole beginning to loosen up ever so slightly.

Both women could feel it; Nikki wasn't quite as tense anymore, and it became increasingly obvious that even though the longest-reigning Divas Champion had stayed strong recently, she was far from an anal virgin. That, of course, was a fact that most people tended to forget about. But, anybody whoever had the chance to top Nikki knew good and well that her cherry was long gone and that her tight little asshole had taken its fair share of cocks. Especially one particular cock years ago.

She wasn't the only one to top Nikki, but the majority of times The Fearless One found herself on the wrong side of the strap-on, said strap-on belonged to Beth Phoenix. Once upon a time, when The Bellas were far less famous than they currently are, they played the role of pretty little fuckdolls for the big bad women's champion and former alpha female.

Although Nikki had never felt as though she'd been broken by The Glamazon, she had been used on an every other night basis. Naturally, the reason for that was Bella #2 was forced to share her "mistress" with her twin sister Brie, something that Nikki had never been particularly joyful about. Not about rationing the cock, but being Beth's bitch in the first place. For over two years, she played that role, forced to take brutal ass fuckings the likes of which a weaker woman couldn't help but get addicted to, all because her little sis lost a match. And unfortunately, back then they were a packaged deal.

Somebody beats Nikki when her ass is on the line? Congratulations, here's a free, identical piece of ass to commemorate! The same rules applied for Brie, and Bella #1's overconfidence put them in a hole that took Nikki nearly three years to dig herself out of. She may not have defeated Beth herself, but the busty Bella rose nonetheless. Phoenix was the wall standing between her and topping success; without that wall, Nikki jumped to superstardom.

A lot's changed since then. Nikki, quite tastelessly, fucked her own little sister into submission, followed by many other lower-tier bitches. Before she knew it, Nikki was fast-tracked for alpha contendership. And much like everything else in her life, the pieces all seemed to fall in place. AJ Lee, the tiny but mighty warrior who'd knocked the Glamazon down a couple of pegs, was quickly ousted out of power by the newcomer, Paige. Nikki waited patiently in the wings, watching as the two battled for supremacy for almost a year before waiting to strike. And when she eventually did, she took both titles. The wrestling belt and the alpha crown.

As we all know, Nikki went on to hold the Divas title longer than anyone. Sure, she was eventually bested by Charlotte, who much like she had the year prior, took both titles in one fell swoop. But, after that, her career began to wind down anyway. Nikki's health wasn't in tip-top shape and thus, her career as a full-time performer had come to an end.

That was a year ago, and since then, her neck had been feeling a bit better. After nearly 365 days on the shelf leading up to the new brand split, both Nikki and WWE thought it was high time she made her in-ring return. A decision she was quickly beginning to regret. Because this whole comeback was supposed to be her return to glory. Following that record-setting run would be no easy feat, sure, but never, not in a million years, would Nikki have predicted that her comeback would go south this soon.

August, at SummerSlam, was when she made her return. Just a few months later and that return was already going up in smoke. At least on paper anyway. In reality, Nikki was far too strong to break from any sort of anal stimulation, much less a single skinny finger. Much, much less a single skinny finger that didn't even seem interested in trying to make the experience pleasurable! Just as Nikki suspected, Carmella wasn't quite as impressive a top as she claimed to be, a thought that she held close to her heart as The Moon-Walkin', Trash-Talkin' superstar readied herself to add a second finger.

Much like the rest of her, Mella's nails were, as the kids say, "on fleek", making the penetration that much more painful. Ms. Money pushed in as deep as possible, with her sharp claws giving her at least half an inch of extra depth. Nikki cried out, as the sharp sting from Mella's fingernails digging into the soft and supple tissue of her anal cavity returned, this time greater than before. Such was natural since that which filled it had doubled in size. But, even expecting it didn't help Nikki cope.

Nope, she laid there, gripping the white leather couch below her as Carmella's digits went knuckled deep. The Princess of Staten Island wasn't stopping there though, no sir! Three has always been company, so Mella knew that stopping at two was out of the question. So, she slowly pulled back her fingers, watching as that tight butt clung to her movements. Then, when she had enough space to add a third, she did. And then, she lived up to her namesake and talked a little bit of trash to further Nikki's utter humiliation.

"Oooh, look at that! That's three! Your butt is SOOOOOOO tight Nikki! Turning it into a fuckhole will be even more fun than I originally thought!" Carmella prodded, getting nothing in response besides grunts and whimpers of anger and agony. Nevertheless, running her flapper was always a blast, so Money Mella kept her motor mouth going.

"God, you're almost TOO tight, Nik. I mean, it's almost like you're some kind of ex-alpha! Oh, that's right, you are! Ha!" Carmella continued laughing at her prey, finally beginning to pump her fingers in and out of that narrow chute. Slow, methodical movements, with Mella taking note of Nicole's warmth. That tight little bumhole seemed to squeeze down hard every time her fingers dared to move, thus making even the slightest action incredibly difficult. At least Nikki wasn't lying about being a "real" top.

Whether it be tensity or a natural snugness, Carmella's fingering was getting her nowhere fast. She'd heard The Bella's history with Beth and was certain that loosening this bitch up wouldn't be this tough. Alas, her prior judgments had proved incorrect, and unless she wanted to spend the next hour just opening up this hole, she would have to get creative. So, she did.

With Nikki still screaming in her ear, The Princess of Staten Island began to enact her new plan of attack. As expected, she started with gradually plucking her digits free from Nikki's vice-like grip, with The Fearless Bella twin calming considerably almost immediately. Her asshole was now free, but a stinging ache remained, likely only getting worse the moment of truth happens. But of course, that's later on. Mella still needed to ensure that the tight little asshole of Nikki's big round butt was as loosey-goosey as possible, and as such, was primed to initiate phase 2. But first, some housekeeping.

Carmella held out her index, middle, and ring fingers out to her "temporary" sub, all of which were glazed in the former champ's slimy buttcream. "Taste!" She demanded, putting them in front of Nikki's face, with the defiant bitch silently refusing. But apparently, she forgot exactly who she was dealing with.

Persistent as ever, Mella repeated, "TASTE!" adding more emphasis in hopes of using intimidation to get her way. But, surprisingly, Nikki still had a lot of fight left in her.

"No! You seem to like my ass soooo much! So, why don't you taste it!" Nikki suggested, causing Mella to roll her eyes and shake her head in disappointment.

Collecting herself, The Money Mistress responded, "Now, I'd love to! But Nikki, you're gonna taste your booty whether you like it or not. So if I eat THIS serving, I'll have to go in and get more, and...you don't want that...do you, bitch?" Again, Mella proved that she was far ahead of anybody with her experience level.

Dryly, Nikki responded, "No."

"No, what?"

"No... Mistress."

"Good girl!" Mella beamed. "Sooooo... open up, cunt!" Reluctantly, Nikki dropped her jaw, allowing Mella's fingers to invade her mouth. This wasn't her first time tasting her ass; oh boy, she'd had that wonderful flavor before. Nikki Bella's butt, the perfect blend of sweet and savory.

Enjoying the taste of your ass over others was par for the course, but if Nikki ever had one regret about being a top, it's that looking dominant and enjoying the taste of your own butt cream don't mix well. Naturally, Nicole hid the little kink of tasting her butt from her fellow Divas like a secret shame. But, that didn't mean she hadn't longed for a little snack here and there.

"How's it taste, slut?" Carmella asked, grinning from ear to ear, retracting her hand once it had been cleansed.

Through gritted teeth, hating having to answer to the name "slut", Nikki responded, "It's my butt. So, it tastes great." An honest answer, one that allowed Mella to segue into the next phase of her "Break the Bella Bitch" master plan.