by Billy Martin
Tasha's taunting and hearing those words from Gemma, combined with the look on her girlfriend's face, caused Paisley to cry with humiliation. It got her closer to the edge of breaking than she'd ever been before, and might have pushed her over that edge, if it wasn't for Tasha pushing things even further. Paisley wouldn't have thought was possible, but then she felt her asshole stretch even wider than before, eventually allowing the handheld dildo to slide into her back door and officially meant she was getting triple butt fucked. That combined with Tasha's words was just too much for her.
"Take that bitch! Double ass fucking not enough for you? Well how about a triple? Oh yeah, how about three cocks up your ass at the same time bitch!" Tasha taunted gleefully. "How does that feel, huh? You like that? You like getting triple stuffed up the butt? Oh yeah, I bet you do. You're an anal whore Paisley! I always knew it, and this proves it. You love getting triple ass fucked, oh, and you want to cum like the shameless ass whore you are. Well go ahead bitch, beg. Beg and become my anal loving bitch. Oh yes, we both know it's what you were meant for, so do it! Do it!"
"Make me cum!" Paisley screamed at the top of her lungs. Then whimpered, "Please make me cum."
Tasha grinned triumphantly and pushed, "And you know what that means, right? Say it!"
Paisley tried to get away with nodding, but when that didn't work, she whimpered, "I'll be your bitch. I'll Ah fuck!"
"Make me believe it!" Tasha demanded.
"I'll be your bitch! I'll be your bitch I'll be your bitch!" Paisley screeched desperately, willing to say anything if she could just cum. "I'll be your fucking anal loving bitch who bends over whenever you want so you can use my fucking asshole as a fuck hole! Oh God Tasha, make it your fuck hole! Make my ass yours! All yours! Oh fuck, make me yours! Please? Oh please, oh shit, I need my fucking ass completely wrecked! It already is, but I need more. I need you to destroy it Tasha! Please, pound that fucking shit hole and rip it wide open! Bum fuck me and make me your bitch, if you can! Come on bitch, fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, fuck me, ah fuck!"
With one more evil laugh from Tasha the pace finally increased, sending Paisley over the edge. It was much harder than her earlier anal induced climaxes, and it quickly followed by another, and Tasha had barely got started giving her a hard-triple ass fucking.
Paisley reached a state of euphoria she couldn't have even imagined before, one which for better or for worse sealed her fate. She was a bitch. She was Tasha's anal loving bitch, and Paisley would do anything to please her new Mistress.
Tasha continued grinning wickedly throughout the triple butt fucking. She never quite gave Paisley everything she had, and between the constant trash talk and squeezing a confession out of her new bitch she had plenty of time to start working the handheld dildo in and out of the loosened whore hole Paisley called her back door.
What she was doing was making her own asshole quiver with fear over the thought of anyone ever doing such a thing to her, especially in front of someone she was in love with. Tasha silently promised this would never happen to her, no wonder Paisley had broken entirely.
Tasha tried to focus as she imagined forcing Paisley to make good on her promise and bend over in front of everyone to show off her gaping asshole and proclaimed that Tasha was the rightful alpha female, of the entire Lesbian Wrestling League.
Paisley bending over in the middle of the locker room and exposing herself like that, telling the other girls what they needed to hear, and then maybe if she was lucky Tasha would wreck her ass some more. Tasha imagined herself challenged, because she would be, and then doing the same thing she did to Paisley to that girl, solidifying her rightful place. Maybe even doing it to Becca.
All those thoughts and the other end of the harness bashing against her clit sent Tasha over the edge of an extremely satisfying climax. She didn't even try and stop it. It wouldn't be long before Paisley knocked into unconsciousness by her powerful climaxes, so Tasha chose to just let it wash over her, and then push herself through a few more.
She also made Gemma cum, and she used Paisley's asshole to do it. Every time she was thrusting down into Paisley's butt it was in turn pressing down on the other strap-on which was attached to Gemma, and therefore caressing her clit, and combined with the joy of watching her girlfriend being completely broken was enough to send Gemma over the edge. Paisley collapsed, bringing the triple anal fun to an end. Then after a few moments to catch her breath Tasha pulled first the handheld dildo and then her strap-on out of that battered butt hole.
Gemma's strap-on came out with the momentum of Tasha pulling hers out, Tasha got the perfect view of just how much damage she had done, but nevertheless she ordered, "Spread those cheeks. Oh yeah, spread your girlfriend's cheeks for me Gemma, and show me what I've done to her little asshole."
Tasha then chuckled wickedly with delight as Gemma slowly reached behind her girlfriend, grabbed two handfuls of meaty cheeks and pull them wide apart, it beautifully emphasized the gape, and the submission.
It also made for a better photo, Tasha having already grabbed her phone and taken a few shots of her masterpiece. To her it was art, something she felt lost in staring at until Paisley finally began to stir, giving Tasha the perfect opportunity to revel in her victory, and put the explanation point on breaking her rival.
"Paisley? Take over spreading your cheeks for me. Oh yeah, spread those cheeks you broken bitch. Oh, show me you know your place," Tasha ordered, giggling with delight as Paisley slowly did as she was told. Then Tasha pushed, "You do know your place, don't you Paisley? Huh? Good, then say it!"
Paisley had just nodded, and then she whimpered, pausing for a few long seconds before replying softly, "I'm a bottom."
"And?" Tasha pushed.
The next words were physically painful for Paisley to utter, but after what she had just been through, she had no choice other than to admit, "Your bitch."
"You're what now?" Tasha pushed further.
"I'm your bitch," Paisley whimpered louder than before.
Getting angry Tasha stomped over to the gaped diva, grabbed a handful of dark black hair, yanked it backwards and growled, "You're what?"
"Ah, I'm your bitch! I'm your bitch I'm your bitch I'm your anal loving bitch!" Paisley wept, breaking down. "I'm nothing but your anal loving bitch. I swear! I'm so sorry I was pretending to be a top, pretending to be alpha, when you're so obviously the alpha. I just wanted to be like you. But I'm not. I'm a walking fuck hole which should be grateful to be a real woman's bitch."
"Yes, yes you should," Tasha switched tactics, stroking Paisley's hair as she wept. "There, there, don't cried Paisley. This is a good thing. Now you don't have to pretend to be something you're not, and you can be the happy little bottom you were born to be. Don't worry, all my bitches get it up the butt a lot, and we're going to have so much fun together, exposing you for the fraud you are."
"Yes. Mistress," Paisley wept, continuing to do so for several minutes as Tasha just gently stroked her hair.
"And we're going to start by taking a few more pictures," Tasha continued like she never stopped. "Oh yeah, get down on your knees in front of me, and suck my cock! Suck it nice and clean of your slutty ass and make it good for the camera. Yes, that's it, good girl."
Paisley got down onto her knees in front of Tasha and then looked up at her. She was moving slowly, but that was very understandable given what the poor girl had just gone through, and that became totally forgiven when their eyes locked. Tasha knew her little plan had worked, and Paisley had broken entirely.
There was embarrassment, shame and humiliation in those eyes, but there was also submission and an eagerness to please, and most importantly of all not a hint of defiance. Paisley wrapped her lips around the strap-on, moaning with shameless happiness at the flavor of the deepest part of her own butt before beginning to bob her head up and down the toy.
Tasha just watched this, and then softly ordered without looking away, "Gemma, take off your cock and suck it clean."
Gemma closing her eyes and moaning just as shamelessly and happily as her girlfriend. Tasha chuckled with delight and opened her mouth to continue the verbal humiliation, but really, what could she say? She had won, completely and totally, and the only thing left to do was prove it to everyone else. Tasha took a few more photos of Gemma and particularly Paisley greedily going ass to mouth and then sent them to every female wrestler in her contact list, including a few choice words, and of course a lot of pictures of Paisley's completely destroyed bottom.
Tasha's eyes locked with the dildo still in her hand, and then shrugged. There was no one who could judge her, so she might as well complete the set. So, she bought it up to her lips and slowly pushed it inside, Tasha moaning as loudly and shamelessly as her two new bitches as she continued celebrating her victory.
Chapter 7 Becca
Tasha was on top of the world as she walked through the latest arena. She was the Lesbian Wrestling League Women’s Champion, and on the verge of taking the mostly vacant Lesbian Wrestling League alpha female title after breaking a wannabe alpha female in Paisley.
She had spent the last week anally pounding that little ass whore in preparation for tonight, when she would get to walk into the Lesbian Wrestling League Women’s locker room and state, she was the rightful alpha female of the whole company. She was going to prove it by butt fucking the formerly mighty Paisley, the first-ever Lesbian Wrestling League Women’s Champion and alpha female in front of everybody. Tasha so lost in imagining it that she didn't even see the hand reaching for her before it grabbed her.
Suddenly Tasha found herself yanked into a storage closet and pushed against a wall, but before she got the chance to fightback, she heard a familiar voice greet her, "Hey, Lesbo."
That sexy little Irish accent, the way that she mocked her proper title, and that smug grin she could see perfectly even in this dim lighting had Tasha groaning with frustration. Then just as she was about to give her rival a piece of her mind, she felt a pair of familiar lips pressed firmly against her own, and despite herself she instantly melted into it. Because how could she not?
Becca, her former protégé, current enemy, and most importantly, fuck buddy. No one fucked her quite like the Lass Kicker, and just this kiss made her feel weak at the knees. Not that she wanted to analyze why that was. More importantly, she didn't want a repeat of last time, so she tried to flip them and take control, only for the stronger woman to pin her down again.
Tasha broke the kiss and huffed, "What do you think you're doing?"
"Doing you a favor," Becca grinned.
"Meaning?" Tasha raised an eyebrow.
Leaning in Becca purred, "I'm going fuck your ass."
Tasha scoffed, "You and I have two very different definitions of favor."
"You sure about that?" Becca raised an eyebrow. "Because everyone's buzzing about what you did to Paisley. And, oh, congrats, BTW. Those were some hot pics. But next time you're having a party like that, call me."
"And let you take the credit? As if," Tasha scoffed again, before grinning wickedly. "But if you're talking about a one on one party, where I stretch your ass, well then I'm all for it."
"Never going to happen," Becca said flatly. Then grinning and pointing out, "Besides, we've got a good thing going here, why ruin it?"
Tasha raised an eyebrow, "I thought you were done with being my sidekick?"
"I am. In the ring," Becca explained as if it should be obvious. "But we both know Tasha; you need me in the back. Who else is going to stop you from becoming someone's bitch?"
"How dare you!" Tasha spat, her eyes going wide. "I'm the Lesbian Wrestling League Women’s Champion! I'm the Lesbian Wrestling League alpha female! I'm."
"Desperate for an ass fucking?" Becca finished for her. Then quickly adding, "What? Don't look at me like that Tasha, I know you. I know you better than anyone, and whenever you top a diva, especially as hard as Paisley, you crave to bottom. And bottom hard! Face it, Tasha, no matter how hard you pretend otherwise you're not a pure top. At best you are a switch playing dress up, and I like it that way. But after all you did to Paisley others are going to be looking to put you in your place, and I. I don't want to lose you. So, you can swallow your pride, bend over for me now, and I can give you the butt pounding you crave, or you can march into the locker room, and become someone else's bitch. Go on. I dare you. See what happens."
Tasha fumed with rage, and she wanted nothing more than to push Becca away with all her might, slap her across the face, and storm out of this cramped space so she could go fulfill her original plan, and complete her destiny to become the Lesbian Wrestling League alpha female. First, bend Becca over and finally make this redheaded bitch hers. But to her shame, Becca wasn't entirely wrong. She really wanted to complete her destiny, but her ass was also craving some attention, and if she didn't get it, she was worried what would happen. No one was better giving it to her than this cocky Irish bitch.
"You're wrong," Tasha whined weakly.
"Sure, I am," Becca replied dryly.
"I'm a top," Tasha protested.
"Sure, you are," Becca replied dryly.
There was a brief pause, and then Tasha grumbled, "Make it quick."
"Sure, I will," Becca replied dryly, a wide grin crossing her face as she let Tasha turn around.
Tasha turned around, she didn't want to have to see Becca's smug face, especially when she was grinning like that. Tasha really, wanted to focus on was the present, that being Becca getting down on her knees, where she belonged, and after a few long seconds pulling down Tasha's wrestling trunks so she could kiss the Champ's ass. Becca finally showing her the respect she deserved, and not preparing her for a butt fucking. Tasha tried to tell herself, although even in her own head the words sounded hollow.
Becca had always loved this ass. It was the cutest, and most fuck-able ass she had ever seen, and she craved to have her way with it from the very first time she saw it. Tasha had become beaten down by Paisley and the other top women of Lesbian Wrestling League, they had been passing Tasha around like she was nothing but a toy to be used, and Becca had found it easy to get what she wanted.
But it wasn't enough. It never was with Tasha, the two of them quickly becoming fuck buddies right after they joined forces and took over Lesbian Wrestling League. They'd had their inevitable break up as Becca went for Tasha's titles, but she managed to stay on top despite defeat, and now she was once again enjoying the rewards of it.
Becca slowly dropped to her knees for a closer look and pulled down Tasha's wrestling trunks and the tiny piece of string of underwear to truly reveal her prize. Tasha's ass in all its glory, Becca licked her lips before she leaned forward and pressed her lips to those cheeks. She then did the same repeatedly, covering those cheeks in kisses before pushing her face between them so she could easily tongue Tasha's butt hole. This inspired encouragement from her rival, which Becca mostly ignored, until the other girl reached behind her and began shoving her face into her butt.
"Yes, that's it bitch, kiss my ass! Oh, you were always such a great ass kisser. Yeah, so great, oh, so great at kissing my ass! Oh God yes! Oh, and yes, eating it!" Tasha moaned. Then cried out extra loudly when Becca went from kissing her ass to eating it, "Oh yes, tongue my butt hole you bitch! Oh, fucking tongue it! Oh fuck, that feels good! Oh yeah, I love it when my bitches eat out my asshole! Oh yeah, eat it good! Oh yeah, oh Becca! Becca! Oh, Becca, eat that ass, ah yes!"
Becca allowed Tasha to smother her with her cute little ass and talk all the trash she wanted. She even really got into it, swirling her tongue around that forbidden hole as well as up and down it, and then literally forcing her way inside it. She got far too, further proving that the Champ wasn't quite the total top she like to pretend to be.
Becca then slid that tongue in and out tongue fucking Tasha's butt. Finally, she made her move, after gently rubbing Tasha's unsurprisingly wet pussy, using it as lube so in one fluid motion she could pull away slightly from that ass, replacing her tongue with a finger and pushing it deep into the other woman's most private of holes.
Tasha cried out, and then whimpered as that finger slowly violated her forbidden hole, Becca pushing it up to the knuckle and then beginning to slide it in and out. Causing her personal anal whore to continue moaning, gasping and crying out with pure pleasure.
Becca was sure it wouldn't last, so she enjoyed the silence and the tightness of Tasha's asshole as she slowly made it ready for her cock. The cock which she pulled out of her wrestling trunks and then covered with lube. Becca had plenty of practice by now, as this was far from the first time, she'd fucked a lass on short notice. This wasn't even her first time doing this exact same thing with the so-called Champ.
"You ready to get your ass fucked?" Becca asked, her Irish accent becoming even thicker with lust. Then when Tasha didn't reply she roughly pushed another finger into the other girl's butt hole and growled, "How about now?"
"Ah yes!" Tasha cried out. Then gritting her teeth as she reluctantly followed up with, "Fuck my ass Becca! Fuck it good! Oh fuck, just get this over with so I can go back to be a top."
"Yeah, right," Becca chuckled, spending a few seconds pumping those fingers in and out before pulling out and sucking them clean. Then she slapped Tasha's ass hard and ordered, "Come on Champ, you know what you have to do if you really want it. Yeah, that's right, reach back and spread those cheeks. Show me that cute little bitch hole of yours! Beg like you mean it."
