Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Rhea Ripley or Charlotte Flair or Toni Storm or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Rhea Ripley loved waking up to find herself spooning a beautiful woman. These days it was rare that she wasn't waking up to that, and almost always with her favourite butt slut Toni Storm in her arms, right where she belonged. However, while she still found herself waking up with a blonde woman, it wasn't her beloved Toni, and far worse, she wasn't the one doing the spooning.
No, she was actually the one being spooned, a fact which made Rhea blush with humiliation, as it instantly caused last night to come crashing back. Well that, and the fact that her arse hole felt so incredibly sore. And if all that wasn't enough, that bitch Charlotte Flair had insisted on wearing her strap-on, which was now pressing between the meaty cheeks of her defeated opponent.
Because that's now what poor Rhea was. Defeated. She tried to tell herself it was only temporary, and it was a very good sign that she wanted revenge on the bitch who stole her arse cherry. However, just for that moment, Rhea could do nothing but whimper pathetically in shame and humiliation, as she felt truly and utterly defeated.
Especially because she wasn't sure she would ever truly recover from this. God knows her own conquests hadn't. At least not to the point where they were ever a serious threat to her again. Fuck, she wasn't sure she'd even be able to look Charlotte in the eye, after what had happened last night. Especially given just how many times Charlotte Flair had drilled her little bum hole, and made her cum like an anal slut.
To her shame, Rhea didn't find the memories she was bombarded by entirely unpleasant. Oh God, her treacherous arse hole even yearned for more cock, despite how it was still aching from being abused. And it might just be worse right now, as she could vividly see herself in all sorts of positions, taking it up the arse like a little bitch.
Then all of a sudden, she was saved from those thoughts, sort of, by a knock at the door. Oh God, who could that be? Room service? No, surely it was too early for that, wasn't it? Which meant, this was more likely someone she knew, which would be even worse. Especially, because she had a nasty suspicion she knew who it might be.
"Come in!" Charlotte called out smugly.
Even though it sounded like an offer, there was no doubt it was a command. One which was obeyed, revealing that door had been unlocked. God, had Rhea forgotten to lock it? Or had Charlotte just insisted on opening it, after the other blonde had passed out from exhaustion?
Either way, it meant they could have been discovered like this sooner, which was almost as humiliating as when the door opened, revealing Toni Storm. Her Toni, who had to see her top in a compromising position. Given her loss last night, there should be no doubt amongst the women of the WWE what had happened to Rhea Ripley last night, but did Charlotte really have to rub it in like this? Sending pictures to the rest of the girls would be bad enough, but this was going above and beyond.
Something which really had Toni staring for a few minutes, before Charlotte pushed her, "Don't just stand there, mmmmmmmm, come closer, and get a good look at your precious top."
"Yes, Charlotte." Toni said apologetically, quickly closing the door behind her and coming closer. Then when the taller blonde gave her a look, Toni apologetically replied, "I mean, yes Mistress Charlotte."
"And Rhea, mmmmmmmmm, show your girl my handiwork." Charlotte beamed wickedly, "Ooooooooooh yeahhhhhhhhhhhh, show her the bitch hole I fucked, gaped, and made mine!"
There was a brief pause, then Rhea spat bitterly, "Fuck you, bitch!"
"Yeah, that's exactly what's going to happen, if you don't do as you're told." Charlotte revealed smugly, making it crystal clear what she was planning, "Cause now you've lost your precious anal cherry, that booty is open for business. Especially for the Alpha female of the whole WWE, who doesn't even have to beat you. No, mmmmmmmmm, I can just order you to bend over, and you'll have to do it. But, since I'm in such a good mood, I'll save you the embarrassment of another ass fucking, if you do everything I say. Hell, I'll even let you join in, WHEN, I fuck your girl Toni in her big fat ass. Or, I can enjoy using two blonde anal sluts this morning. The choice, is yours."
Another brief pause, then Toni softly promised, "It's okay, Rhea. I meant what I said. I love you, and I'm yours. No matter what."
"Awww, how sweet." Charlotte said mockingly, before quickly adding, "Just remember to reply properly, k?"
Yet another long pause, and then Rhea hung her head in shame, and grumbled, "Fine."
"What was that?" Charlotte pushed.
"Yes..." Rhea grumbled, the next words like acid on her tongue, "Yes, my Queen."
Toni tried and failed to hide a gasp as Rhea finally did as she was told. Well, she gave a nervous but encouraging smile as her woman slowly and awkwardly stumbled out of bed, and then with a deep sigh, turned around so that her big booty was pointing directly at Toni. God, Rhea even reached back, and spread her cheeks, just to avoid Mistress Charlotte making any further fuss, beautifully emphasizing her gaping bum hole in the process.
Which wasn't what Toni wanted for Rhea. It really wasn't. However, she would be lying if she said she didn't like it. Indeed, she had thought about this moment a lot, especially since last night, and she had even cum thinking about the mighty Rhea Ripley cumming like a bitch with a dick in her arse. Toni felt incredibly guilty because of it, but it was true.
"Like what you see?" Charlotte grinned knowingly.
"Yes." Toni answered without hesitation, then quickly provided context, "Rhea is always beautiful to me, no matter what."
