Reclamation Becky Lynchs Return Ch 03

Bianca Belair took in a deep, relaxing breath, the likes of which she'd been unable to since WrestleMania. Even now, with her favorite toy, Liv Morgan by her side as they walked towards the women's locker room, breathing in like this was hard to do. Mostly because Bianca didn't feel as though she deserved to.

After everything she'd worked for: years of training and grinding in NXT, losing every opportunity at the NXT Women's Championship. Sitting in catering all year after her main roster debut until finally, her potential was realized. Bianca Belair won the Royal Rumble, setting herself up to achieve greatness. To etch her name in history by beating Sasha Banks on the Grandest Stage. Yes, Sasha stans worldwide should've been melting in their seats. Even they thought Bianca's moment was a shoo-in to steal the show.

Alas, news broke that their match would be the main event of Mania's first night. It was her first title match of this magnitude, let alone in the main event of the biggest show of the year. Instead of rising to the occasion as the EST should, Bianca crumpled under the colossal pressure, which in turn allowed Sasha to capitalize. After all, this wasn't her first main event.

Admittedly, even she had been a bit nervous; it was the fucking closer of WrestleMania, for crying out loud. But though the stage was bigger this time around, The Boss stayed cool, calm, and collected as she likened the Mania marquee to any of the other times she made history. In the end, it gave her a massive advantage, one she rode to a successful title defense, sending Bianca spiraling.

Ever since her loss to Sasha, Bianca had been at home, wallowing in defeat as her loyal submissives suffered without. Of course, that didn't apply to Liv, who never left her mistress side, to begin with, the bubbly Jersey girl practically becoming a live-in maid for the EST over the last few weeks. Which was lovely for her, considering it meant she had her mistress' full attention, but sitting at home and sulking was doing Bianca's confidence no favors. Two weeks she spent, a shell of the strongest, fastest, roughest, toughest, the very best in all of WWE. Then, she got a text from Charlotte Flair.

From Charlotte came a message, requesting a meeting of sorts. Normally, Bianca would've dismissed the memo, had it come from anyone else. But, much like many of the other locker room dwellers, Bianca had an innate fear of The Queen. Be it presence, dominance, or the unspeakable thing she was capable of doing but something about Charlotte sent a chill down Bianca's spine. Luckily, she'd managed to keep that fear under control, given her minuscule interactions with The Nature Girl. But, she could hide or shy away no longer.

Bianca wasn't sure what Charlotte wanted from or for her; she only hoped that it was something that could benefit her. Ever since the first message, Flair had left her completely in the dark about everything. Over their short text conversion these past few weeks, Charlotte assured Bianca that everything would be okay but she couldn't discuss the details. For whatever reason, it had to be done in person, which only added to the overwhelming anxiety that loomed over Belair. Why the mystery? Bianca couldn't think of any positive reason why Charlotte would want to meet with her. Only bad ones. In reality, the actual reason for Charlotte's request was definitely for her benefit. Bianca Belair was completely unaware that her meeting with The Queen was to set up her future as Charlotte's next right-hand woman.

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Charlotte was in dire need of a replacement after her previous lieutenant, Alexa Bliss, was tragically exposed and brutally broken by Becky Lynch.

That damn Becky Lynch! She who Charlotte considered the scourge of WWE; a plague on her unstoppable run atop the company. The two were set to collide at Money in the Bank in just one week. The stakes were as high as possible: Charlotte's title and her ass for a single night versus Becky's ass for a lifetime. On paper, it seemed relatively even, but Charlotte was sure that she was putting way more on the table. Because she wasn't just some overconfident, delusional buttslut playing dress-up. No, just like the dominant alphas Chyna and Beth Phoenix, the trailblazers of the past, Charlotte was an anal virgin.

The few times she had been desperate, or careless, enough to put her ass on the line, she'd been successful. Throughout her ongoing career, The Queen had never once taken anything up her ass, the greatest factor in determining an alpha; that's exactly why she hand-picked Bianca to be Alexa's successor.

The Raw Women's Champion waited for the arrival of her brand new protege, stroking the multi-colored mane of her favorite pet Asuka as the pathetic Empress orally worshipped her mistress' cock, presumably preparing it for her first rectum wrecking of the day. The rest of the room was empty; with Alexa no longer needing to hide her desires, there was nobody to interrupt what Charlotte demanded to be an isolated conference between them and their most trusted slaves only. Asuka wasn't very trustworthy, but as long as Charlotte kept her ass filled, she was as faithful as can be, so that's all that mattered. And, that was definitely on the table. But first, the business had to be taken care of. The business that would be handled the moment that door opened. As the handle turned from the other side and the door slowly crossed the threshold, Charlotte cleared her throat so she'd sound as regal as possible.

Bianca Belair creaked the door, allowing just enough space for her and Liv to sneak inside. Once inside, The EST led her faithful servant across the room to begin the long-awaited meeting between herself and The Queen. As the distance between the Royal Rumble winners closed, Charlotte snapped her fingers, informing her bitch that it was time to cease her suckling. Asuka immediately detached herself from the object of her greatest desire, quickly dropping lower to kiss her owner's feet as said owner began to speak.

"At last, you've returned! And I see you've done as instructed by bringing a slut of yours? A mighty fine choice I might add, picking someone you stole from Becky! I like that!" Bianca had stolen Liv from The Man, but it came during Becky's eleven-month pregnancy hiatus, so the sadistic blonde buttwhore was more than fair game.

Giving a glance at her bitch, Bianca replied, "Yeah, thanks, but that's just a coincidence." She wasn't lying, that wasn't why she'd picked Liv. The Riott Squad member was just her favorite slut. Liv wasn't her greatest conquest or some bitter rival she'd managed to break. No, Morgan was Bianca's personal favorite due to the unadulterated enthusiasm she always showed when getting bummed. The bitch never felt pain or offered an ounce of resistance. She was a perfect buttslut, rivaling the likes of Alexa Bliss in her prime. Sure, topping her wasn't anything impressive, but taking ownership over a whore of that caliber was nothing to scoff at. After all, it takes a pretty tough customer to convince cocksleeve like Liv Morgan to stick to just one woman.

"That doesn't matter!" Charlotte assured, kicking off her slut in a briefly annoyed fit. "All that matters is that you are here and, just as important, you've shown me that you listen well." Bianca didn't know how to respond. She was still unsure of where Charlotte was taking this conversation and didn't want to press any wrong buttons. Instead, she eagerly waited for Charlotte to continue.

"Yes, you listen well. This leads me to why I've asked you here, why I've arrived two hours before I normally would. Alexa's out! That slut gave her butt up the very first chance she got! Long story short, Becky got to her, broke her, and now I need a new lieutenant. Someone I can truly rely on. Somebody who's not going to jump for the first dick that offers to fuck 'em. No, I need someone strong like you!" Charlotte's powerful words echoed throughout the mostly empty room, taking Bianca aback in the process. Given the way she spoke, it was evident that she hated even needing to butter Bianca up this much.

The Queen hated giving out compliments, above all else, because she knew that everyone was genetically inferior to her. She shouldn't even have to ask The EST; instead, it should've been a demand that Bianca had no choice but to follow. But, it further proved how desperate Charlotte was. No doubt, she knew that Becky had her on the ropes. Charlotte could beat Becky, she just knew it! But, much like The Man, The Queen wanted a surefire, fool-proof, guaranteed victory. That came with having the proper individuals around her.

"Yeah, you're strong all right! You and me, EST, we're the same. I see a lot of myself in you; your superior athleticism, freakish strength, an anal virgin. When I look at you Bianca, I see alpha material. Someone to not only stand side by side with but to take over when I step down as the reigning alpha." Charlotte ceased her speech, allowing what she said to really sink in. Alpha potential? The highest goal Bianca had set for herself was conquering Smackdown! However, she wasn't sure how much Charlotte actually meant of what came out of her mouth, considering they shared a small, three-year age difference. Assuming Charlotte goes on for another five to ten years, that doesn't exactly leave her with a lengthy reign at the top. But still, it was incredibly high praise from such a dominant woman. One that helped raise her spirits. Before she could give her thanks though, Charlotte continued.

"Women like us, dominant females whose only desires are to conquer and force the weak to bow are few and far between. Women like us need to stick together Bianca! Think about it: The EST and The Queen, supreme rulers of the hierarchy!" Charlotte stepped forward, going deep into selling her offer.

"You'll have everything- no! More than Alexa had! I'll have no problem delegating power to someone who can truly handle it," Charlotte said, lying through her teeth. In reality, Bianca would have the same role as Alexa, Charlotte's right-hand woman. Someone to help wear out potential challengers or exist as an additional obstacle to overcome. Anything more was highly unlikely and Bianca knew it, too.

Bianca had every right to be skeptical of The Queen's authenticity. She'd never known Charlotte to be this generous, nor did anyone else. It was a well-known fact that Charlotte usually only looked out for herself; as long as her role as alpha was intact, well, that's all that mattered. Which was what led to Bianca Belair finally asking a key question.

Feeling her confidence building, Bianca prodded, "Listen, the offer is tempting but, I'm not so sure I should believe you when you say that we'll 'stand side by side. You don't have the best track record with looking out for someone else." Bianca spoke freely and, in all honesty, it felt good.

"You know what, you're right! I do put myself ahead of everything, but I'm the alpha. But I promise, if you become my lieutenant, I can assure you two things: One, nobody will ever come for your ass. Two, nobody will be able to stop us! C'mon, wake up and smell the flowers, Bianca!" Charlotte sent the little bit of charisma she has into overdrive trying to convince Bianca she wasn't a liar. And to her credit, it worked somewhat. But, there was still one question bogging her mind.

"Yes, those parts I believe. It's something else entirely I'm worried about. How can I be 100% sure you won't try to top me once you get past Becky!" Bianca snapped, really beginning to feel like The EST again. Questioning the alpha was giving her a major boost of confidence. One that Charlotte wasn't happy with. Because again, showing respect to those below her was not part of her DNA. It was out of character, which made what she said next even harder for her.

Doing her best to sound genuine, Charlotte forced herself to proclaim, "Because... I'll still need you." Her words sat unopposed, with Bianca left completely speechless. Eventually, though, Charlotte opened her big mouth again. "There! Happy? As my lieutenant, your ass is off-limits, even from me. I'll need my lieutenant around. Honestly, Bianca, there's no better candidate than you."

Charlotte's statement was far from the truth. It wasn't a complete lie, though. Bianca's ass would be safe, just not forever. It was likely that Charlotte would eventually try to find a replacement. Because despite what she said, Bianca wasn't her ideal lieutenant, someone like Alexa was. Someone who, no matter what, would never try to oppose her. A strong top who'd never get too big for her britches, a pawn to be controlled by her Queen. But, right now, she needed someone like Bianca to overwhelm Becky, and, luckily for her, Bianca seemed to be sold. In reality, though, the decision was far from final.

Charlotte's offer was tempting, it was. But, Bianca just wasn't sure if the gain was worth the risk. On top of that, she wasn't even positive that she needed the boost from Charlotte, to begin with. After all, just a month ago, Bianca seemed primed to take the Smackdown title and The Boss would've followed suit soon after. As the image of her perfect future filled her mind though, Bianca realized that there was only one thing she truly cared about right now. And teaming with the alpha was probably the quickest way to attaining it.

"Alright. Okay, I think...I think I'm in!" She agreed, smiling widely as Charlotte held out her hand for a shake of agreement. But, Bianca knew she had the upper hand in this situation and was going to use it to her advantage.

"I'm in... under one condition." She put forth vaguely.

Furrowing her brow, Charlotte asked, "And what might that be?"

"Sasha Banks is mine. I want that bitch's ass on a silver platter! I know that kinda goes against your little plan to take over both brands but that's my condition. That stupid whore stole MY WrestleMania moment! We can still go for Becky first, I'm okay with that. But if you want me to trust you, then I need to know if Sasha will be my slave when all is said and done," Bianca fired up. Sasha had beaten and humiliated her in front of WWE's first live audience in over a year. Everyone, including Charlotte, knew that Mania was supposed to be Bianca's moment. Finally, after so many failed attempts in NXT, she would be a champion; she would be the alpha female of a brand. Bianca wanted Sasha, she needed to humiliate The Boss with every fiber of her being. More than anything, Bianca wanted to own Sasha, take control of her perfect ass. She wanted to make her The Standard and Blueprint for All Buttsluts!

But, Charlotte nearly snapped right then and there. That was a huge asking price! Sasha had been a thorn in her side ever since she won that title. She planned to break The Man and retain the Raw belt, then break Sasha and take hers, officially becoming the most dominant alpha since Chyna. More importantly, she would have both titles, wiping that little "Becky 2 Belts" bullshit from existence. Hell, maybe she'd take the NXT title again, too. Charlotte All Belts, mother fuckers!

But, The Queen managed to keep her rage and proactive imagination in check, forcing a smile to assure The EST of her agreement before stating, "Sure. Sasha Banks is...yours." She didn't mean it, for sure, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was Bianca believed her and, surprisingly, The EST was reeled in, hook, line, and sinker. Reaching out, her hand finally met and shook Charlotte's, signifying the official start of this deadly alliance. Which, in turn, plastered a very large, very genuine grin on Charlotte's plastic face.

"Congratulations, Bianca! As of this moment, you are now my lieutenant! Someone to be relied upon to assure these sluts stay in their place. As my number two, you become THE number two in this locker room. With that privilege comes access to any and every whore you want, save for Asuka. As you already know, she's mine, but that brings me to our next order of business and your first order of business, I guess." Charlotte ranted.

Trying her best not to sound sarcastic, Bianca replied, "I'm listening..."

Picking up where she left off, Charlotte continued, "We, young lady, are going to celebrate! You see, Asuka is mine and Liv is yours and normally, we should both respect that, right? But, tonight is a big night! We're just over a week away from destroying that redheaded bitch once and for all. I feel great, I'm sure you feel great! We're all feeling great! So, what I'm proposing is that we christen this wondrous night by pummeling some whore ass!"

Bianca smiled, "I think I can get behind that," Liv looked at her master before smiling, allowing her asshole to quiver with anticipation. The little whore was more than ready to take a pounding, one which would be her first all day. Asuka meanwhile, was in a different, but similar boat as Liv. She hadn't been staying with her mistress like Liv, so besides a few fuckings here and there from Sasha, and the glorious return wrecking she'd gotten from Charlotte just under an hour ago, The Empress had completely abstained. Well, not really completely, but for someone who's become accustomed to taking several ass fuckings a day, a few times in two weeks was literal torture.

"Here's the kicker though: For tonight only, to honor our brilliant future, Asuka will be all yours. In exchange, I'll take your little whore." Yet another tough decision for The EST. Liv was her favorite, it would almost hurt her to see another woman violate her. Almost. After some thinking, losing her whore for one night was well worth getting to top The Queen's personal bitch, a multi-time women's champion in her own right.

"Sounds like a plan!" Bianca ecstatically agreed. With that, Charlotte snapped her fingers, informing Asuka to rise to her feet. Belair did the same and both subs began to approach the opposite mistress, with each grinning from ear to ear. They both loved their owners, but getting to experience another top's cock was thrilling, to say the least. Especially for Liv, who hadn't been fucked by anyone else since being stolen from Becky. Asuka, of course, had been preyed upon by Sasha from time to time, but she'd never experienced Bianca before, so it was still very exciting for her. An experience that started when she stepped in front of her temporary owner.

The rainbow-haired wrestler approached, only to have her throat quickly ensnared by the incredibly powerful Belair. Asuka was pretty strong herself, but even she was caught off guard by Bianca's impressive strength as her grip continued to tighten. The Empress may have been gasping for air and struggling to breathe, but she couldn't have been loving this abuse anymore. Getting choked was such a turn-on for her, it made her feel so weak and insignificant; after years of delusional thinking, getting put in her place made her feel great. Asuka loved to be choked because it was a reminder of her place, a place she hoped to never leave; right now, Bianca was reminding her harder than anyone ever had.

Meanwhile, Charlotte hadn't wasted any time getting her interim cocksleeve prepared. The Queen forced the much smaller woman into the lockers before ripping off the slut's short, black skirt, revealing that perfect, bubbly ass in all of its glory. As expected, Liv was plugged up, just as she should've been. No surprise since Bianca was a true top. But, it was as Charlotte gripped the base of the plug and yanked it out that she realized just how much more Belair still needed to learn.

Liv Morgan cried out in bliss, loving the feeling of her buttplug being expelled, and then suddenly, it was out! "That's it?" Charlotte thought out loud. She didn't mean to say it, but once she had, she decided to run with it.

"Lesson one in being as dominant as The Queen: your subs can handle more, so you always give them more. What is this, four inches? C'mon Bianca, little Liv here wants to be stretched more than that, don't you, whore?"