Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Asuka or Charlotte or Paige or Mandy Rose or Sonya Deville or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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"Charlotte? What the hell do you think you're doing?" Sonya snapped angrily.
"Hello to you too, Sonya." Charlotte chuckled, before narrowing her eyes at her, "Now is there something you'd like to say to me? Huh? And before you reply with something rude again, you might want to bearing in mind, I control whether or not you have another chance to wreck Paige's big fat ass, ever again. And more importantly, Mandy's big fat booty."
For a few long seconds Sonya fumed at even the idea that she wouldn't be able to fuck Mandy's heavenly booty again, before relaxing, and forcing out through gritted teeth, "I'm sorry, Mistress Charlotte."
"You're forgiven." Charlotte said dryly, in a tone which suggested that Sonya wasn't.
"I didn't mean to be rude." Sonya forced herself to continue, "But apparently I'm facing Asuka one on one tonight. And we all know what will happen if I lose."
"Well then, I suggest you don't lose. Again." Charlotte suggested bitterly.
"That's what this is about?" Sonya whined, "It was a tag match. It meant nothing."
"And you still tapped out, like a bitch." Charlotte pointed out, "I thought you were supposed to be tough, huh? An MMA expert? God, I swear Mandy lasted longer than you, in that other tag match you lost."
"That wasn't her fault. Or mine." Sonya whined.
"Then who's was it?" Charlotte scoffed, before quickly adding, "No, don't answer that. I'm tired of hearing excuses. I am The Queen, the one true Alpha female of the WWE, and I will not be associated with losers. So you have two choices. Beat Asuka, like I did, and confirm your worthy of being my right hand woman. Or become just another notch on Asuka's belt. Either way, you soften her up for me."
"But Charlotte-", Sonya began with another whine.
"I said no more excuses." Charlotte snapped, before offering her condolences, "For what it's worth, I'm rooting for you. I really am. And if you win, I'll be happy to help you break that bitch once and for all. And you can have Mandy out there, interfering on your behalf. But if you lose, don't bother crawling back to me. Not that Asuka will give you the chance."
Sonya's butt hole quivered with fear, and unfortunately anticipation, at hearing those words, just like it had when she first heard she was going one on one with The Empress tonight. Sure enough, when Charlotte walked off in disgust, leaving Sonya to wallow in her humiliation, Asuka past her in the hall, and gave her a wicked smirk, which was worth a thousand words.
In that moment, the former MMA fighter actually considered begging the intimidating woman to take it easy on her. That she would forfeit the match, as long as Asuka promise to be gentle with her virgin ass hole. But no, she refused to be so weak. She didn't care that many had already dismissed her as a jobber, she would get the upset victory, and prove her worth to Charlotte.
"Sonya, babe, I'm so sorry." Mandy said softly, cautiously approaching her girlfriend, who was clearly deep in thought.
"Don't be." Sonya said, psyching herself up, "I'm about to make that bitch sorry that she ever messed with us."
"Uh-huh." Mandy replied, unable to even pretend she believed her woman.
"I am." Sonya insisted, "Charlotte already prove that bitch isn't unbeatable, and tonight, I'm going to be the one to beat Asuka. And you know what? I'm not just going to beat her, I'm going to make her tap out. First in the ring, and then backstage, when I pound her ass. You'll see. You'll all see. I'm going to make the mighty Asuka my anal loving bitch!"
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Of course, a short time later it was Sonya's hands tapping the matt, surrendering to The Empress of Tomorrow, and with it not just losing a match, but surrendering her virgin ass hole to maybe the most infamous butt fucker in the history of the WWE. She was then left to wallow in defeat, as Asuka stood triumphantly over her broken body, smiling sadistically at the crowd, and then down at her defeated opponent.
To be fair, Sonya had given it her all, and come as close as anyone, except Charlotte, to beating this goddess. But in the end, it didn't matter. She really was a loser. And soon, her virgin butt would be stretched and filled with girl cock, most likely turning her into this woman's bitch.
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"Easy peasy." Asuka chuckled as she walked through the door of the locker room.
"Apparently." Charlotte said in disgust, before quickly adding, "But it won't be that easy with me. You know it. Mmmmmmmmm, in fact, deep down, you know that when we meet again, it's going to be just like the first time. You tapping out, and becoming my little anal bitch. So why not just save us all some trouble, huh? Forget about Sonya, and spread your cheeks for me."
"Awww, you want to save your friend?" Asuka mocked, pretty sure from the way that Charlotte looked that it was true.
"No!" Charlotte snapped, "I just want another piece of your ass."
"We'll see." Asuka said dismissively.
There was then a brief pause, before a dejected Sonya entered the locker room, causing Charlotte to question her, "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?"
"I'm sorry Charlotte." Sonya whimpered pathetically.
"Don't be sorry, mmmmmmmmmm, just bend over Asuka's knee." Asuka chuckled wickedly, "That's it, good girl. Yes, leave your gear on, as a reminder of what you are."
Which had Sonya tensing up, and looking over at Charlotte for support. She probably should've known better, because of course The Queen just looked at her coldly, causing Sonya to lower her head in defeat, and then do as she was told.
Given her main roster debut, it was unsurprising that Asuka wasn't easy on her, despite the fact that she had been beating her like a drum the past few weeks, especially in their latest one on one match. But did she really have to leave her gear on? God, that was so embarrassing. Even if it was pretty much a guarantee that Asuka would remove one part of it in particular, so she could get full access to her prize.
It took a frustratingly long time for that to happen, Asuka seemingly perfectly content to take a few long seconds squeezing and groping that prize, and even gently smacking it a few times, before pulling Sonya's wrestling trunks down, and really getting to work on her ass. At least as far as the groping and squeezing. The hard spanking would no doubt come later, but for now, this was far more effective, as it left the once proud MMA competitor squirming with humiliation.
Especially as it was happening right in front of Charlotte Flair, and worse, her girlfriend, Mandy Rose. Oh God, what must they think of her right now? Or Asuka, for that matter. Because sure, she had wanted to fight her, but she respected her Dom for the night, and now Sonya was terrified she was going to be broken easily like a little bitch.
Asuka certainly enjoyed the reactions of Charlotte, and especially Mandy, as she effortlessly dominated their tag team partner, and in Mandy's case, girlfriend. Oh yes, it was always satisfying to do this kind of thing in front of the people who cared about her latest conquest the most. And sure, it would only get better when she began giving the spanking her all, and especially when she moved onto pounding this cute little butt in another way, but there was definitely something to be said for this stage.
The stage where everyone knew what was coming, and was dreading it. Or, in her case, anticipating it. Which was extra special in this case, because while Sonya was about to be broken, she could take comfort in the fact that her girlfriend really cared about her. Something which was written all over her face.
Of course, as much as Asuka enjoyed watching these expressions, her main focus ultimately fell on the well-rounded bottom, that was in the perfect position for a spanking. Maybe especially when she delivered the first devastating blow. Well, she may have looked back up again for the reaction, but more and more she was focused on those cheeks, as they jiggled for her, and slowly changed colour.