Money Mella Makes Her Mark Ch. 09

Money Mella Makes Her Mark Ch. 09

"Royalty" and Carmella just go hand in hand, don't they? Obviously boiling the most FABULOUS mistress in all of WWE down to one simple phrase was doing her a massive disservice but, she was, quite truly, a sovereign in more ways than one. For not only is she The Princess of Staten Island, but also, The Rebound Queen.

Nothing washes away the sour taste of failure like sweet, yummy success, and after both failing to break Alexa Bliss and bring Brie Bella to elite level status, Mella needed something, anything to turn the tides. To steer the course of history back in her favor. And with the first ever women's Money in the Bank ladder match booked for June 18, 2017, Carmella saw an opportunity to do just that.

After leaving Brie alone to stew in a pit of her own worthlessness, Mella began to plot and plan her path towards becoming Miss Money in the Bank. And, by the time the show rolled around, nothing could stand in her way! Well...except for a bevy of other wrestlers more technically sound than her.

Alas, she was far from the most talented wrestler involved in the match. But what she lacked in wrist locks and suplexes, she made up for with brains and beauty, both of which she used to manipulate the mass of fuckmeat inherently and wholly loyal to her. Among those, that one stood out, the one who, under any circumstances, was promised to never again feel the intensity of her Money Mistress's cock and yet, would die trying just to prove herself worthy of being owned by Carmella.

Brie Bella would risk her life if it meant making Money Mella happy, which is exactly what she did as she scaled the massive ladder positioned in the center of the ring, and pulled down the briefcase. Naturally, since Brie wasn't a participant, the match continued. That was, until Brie dropped the briefcase down, right into Carmella's waiting arms. The bell sounded, and just like that WWE had its first-ever Ms. Money in the Bank. After that small string of setbacks, Mella was more money than ever before.

Well, not entirely. Winning the first women's Money in the Bank via shenanigans wasn't taken lightly by management, the match result reversed and a re-do of sorts scheduled for SmackDown the following week. A rematch that saw Brie and anyone else that wanted to come to Mella's aid banned from ringside. Thankfully though, Carmella proved that fate was inevitable, winning the case by herself on the second try!

Despite the company's best efforts, Carmella was still on top of the world, but with any great success comes those who jealously oppose. Holding an open contract for a championship match anytime, anywhere meant those at the tippy top of the mountain were keeping tabs on Mella, cautiously awaiting for The Staten Island Princess to make a move and, hopefully, catch her slipping. Or, in other words, the exact opposite of how Carmella liked things to be.

With all eyes on her, Money Mella spent the months leading up to and following her Money in the Bank victory laying low, picking up only modest victories in the ring and staying completely out of the way of new, unclaimed asses. That was, until today, a long awaited occasion for the moon-walking, trash talkin' super top, for today marked the commencement of WWE's Mae Young Classic.

The second that The Brass announced they'd be holding a tournament consisting of only women, coming from various countries and continents, Mella's eyes lit up like the Fourth of July. 32 future anal bitches? Yes please! Of course, Carmella wasn't expecting to be the only top visiting the inaugural tournament's first TV taping, making the potential for conflict to be incredibly high. But conflict be damned, and while we're at it, "laying low" be damned, too! There was plenty of ass to go around. She shouldn't have to step on too many toee. And besides, with so many new, unfamiliar faces, she simply couldn't resist.

Lots of unrecognizable ladies, but with 32, that was to be expected. Upon entering the locker room, Mella was almost taken aback by how vastly different the atmosphere was compared to those of Raw or SmackDown, or even NXT for that matter. None of those new faces were topping or bottoming, yet at least. Almost everyone looked so serious, so set on winning their scheduled matchups. That was, besides a select few.

The first to really catch Carmella's attention was a large, muscular woman with a ridiculously long braid that hung from the top of her head all the way down past her phenomenally fat ass, and sparkly black gear covered in bright red smooch logos. She was chatting with another muscular woman, fairly young looking with long blonde hair and some rather bland red and black gear. Probably discussing weight training, or whatever it is that people with unnecessarily large muscles do; Mella wasn't bothered.

No, her attention was quickly seized by another blonde, a smaller, tan-skinned platinum blonde wearing gear that Mella could only describe as "slutty Judoka", with a black belt to match. Though naturally, The Money Mistress's goddess-like gaze didn't entertain the bitch's clothes for very long. Oh no...not when something pretty, round, and bubbly crossed her eyes. This young lady, whoever she was, just happened to be packing one of the most gorgeous bubble booties Money Mella could remember laying her eyes on! Carmella could feel her mouth beginning to water and, just like that, she knew her night was set!

"Hello there," Carmella greeted with a Cheshire grin, seizing the opportunity seeing as though her target was alone, without another top in sight. "I'm Carmella." Eventually, she managed to pluck her gaze from the tanned gal's buns long enough to look her in the eyes, smile, and stick out her hand. Though, it wasn't easy, considering just how beautiful that butt really was.

"I know you...you're from the main roster, right?" The young lady, boasting a very thick accent that suggested she was from somewhere in South America, matching the handshake.

"I am, I am," Carmella agreed, her eyes reminiscent of a hungry shark's. "Though, maybe you could've guessed that from my Money in the Bank briefcase! But anywho...what's your name, sweetness?"

"Taynara," the beautiful blonde announced, confirming herself to be Taynara Conti, recent NXT signee that unfortunately until now, Carmella hadn't had the pleasure of meeting. "You can call me Tay, though."

"Tay, hmm? That's so pretty," Mella said, beginning to butter up her prey. "And so are you! And that accent? My God...where are you from? You're absolutely gorgeous!"

Tay blushed and giggled before responding, "I'm from Brazil."

"Ohh Brazilian, huh...that's where that booty comes from, then?" Mella asked, taking a giant leap but, like most experts in her field, The Staten Island Princess could tell when a girl was into her.

"Oh, you like my butt?" Tay turned around as she asked, her hand reaching down to caress those glorious cheeks.

"Yeah, I do," Mella confirmed lustfully. "And, pretty soon, I'm sure there'll be some other, far less FABULOUS girls who feel the same way, and will try to take advantage of a pretty young thing like you."

"Hmm...yeah, I know what you mean..." Tay assured Mella with her thick accent. "Tops, right? Other tops. I know from NXT. I'm...kinda a bottom there already..."

Mella's eyes lit up again. Her job just got a whole lot easier. Though, it shouldn't have been too huge of a surprise; Tay's apparent bottoming history certainly explained why she reacted so warmly to Mella's strong advances. That, and of course, that fat ass essentially being bait for hungry, shark-esque tops like Carmella.

"A bottom, huh?" Mella asked with lust. "Are you like the bottoms I met when I was in NXT? 'Cause back then, women without an ounce of self-respect bent over whenever and wherever. And that wasn't too long ago..."

Smiling seductively, Tay leaned in and whispered into Carmella's ear, "Let's just say, I have no...what you call? Self-respect?"

Money Mella groaned with delight, her mouth literally watering at the prospect before her. A perfect, round, Brazilian bubble butt that she's never fucked before? And she didn't even have to work for it?! It almost felt too good to be true, but even then, Taynara's intentions proved true when she added, destroying all subtlety, "I'm a bit of a slut."

Carmella couldn't resist anymore; she dropped her briefcase and seized that pretty face, capturing Tay's lips with her own, immediately invading the Brazilian blonde's mouth with her slippery tongue. Conti reciprocated easily, her eyes fluttering as she melted into the kiss. Naturally, Mella's hands found their way to where any top's would if they just so happened to be tongue wrestling with a bubble-bootied beauty, gripping those luxurious cheeks as the precursor to the many, MANY vile things to come.

And at that moment, Carmella couldn't imagine how things could get any better. She'd found a fat-assed bitch to fuck in record time, with minimal effort and without a single feather ruffled. But, unfortunately, things were exactly as they seemed initially. Just a bit too good to be true, in terms of that whole "ruffling feathers" part.

The loud, distracting sound of arguing interrupted their kiss, leading Carmella's eyes to gaze through the crowd. Within seconds, she found a culprit, surprisingly in the form of a figure she definitely should've noticed but, due to a certain "lack of size, she didn't, as well as a second, unfamiliar face. The first, finally creeping out from the horde? Yes...a familiar face indeed.

"Hi there, Poochie Lexi," Carmella greeted Alexa Bliss upon arriving with Tay in tow.

Immediately, the argument between Bliss and the unfamiliar, much taller blonde she was speaking with grounded to a halt. "Money Mistr-I mean, Mella, you're here too? It's...it's nice to see you," Bliss awkwardly admitted, memories of their last encounter flooding back in. After all, it wasn't that long ago.

"Of course I am, Poochie. There's a lot of "talent" here, hehe," Mella joked before adding, "Which I assume is why you decided to show up as well. But, unlike you, I can actually manage to snag some top names as well, and not EXCLUSIVELY be a bottom-feeding little hoe."

Naturally, Lexi's best option would've been to smile and nod, or really, anything to not poke the bear, considering how things went the last time she was this close to The Money Mistress. But, poor, helpless BimBliss...she just couldn't help but throw her temper tantrum, could she? "Who're you calling a hoe?" Alexa spat, crossing her arms.

Mella feigned a shocked face. "Oh, my apologies, Poochie! My bad. "Hoe" is a rather...inaccurate term. I guess "bitch" would be better suited for my favorite little puppygirl!"

Immediately, Alexa's jaw dropped as her cheeks turned bright pink.

"What's she talkin' about?" The unnamed blonde asked Bliss, who quickly scrambled for an excuse.

"Umm, nothing! It doesn't matter...shit...you can go now, okay? Please? Have a nice day!"

Confused, the statuesque blonde attempted to walk off, but was pulled back by Carmella.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing? I'm ex-Marine, sweetheart, grabbin' on me like that isn't a wise choice, I'll tell ya," The blonde assured, immediately turning back to gaze down at Mella.

"Oh, I'M just looking to introduce myself," Mella said, unfazed. "I'm Carmella, but you can also call me Money Mistress or the woman of your dreams, if you'd like." Mella stuck out her hand and offered a shake to the clearly southern ex-Marine, who accepted, but was quick to decline Mella's other offer.

"I'm Lacey. And, I'll pass, thanks. Between you and her, I've had enough of this place for one day." Indeed, this was new-ish WWE recruit Lacey Evans, a name Mella had definitely heard but, surprisingly, a face she hadn't recognized. And yet, something else was more pertinent at the moment.

"Poochie...don't tell me you were really trying to top again...after everything we've been through? C'mon, I thought I trained you better than that?"

"Trained?" Lacey asked, seemingly far less familiar with the happenings of WWE's backstage culture than Tay.

"You didn't train anyone!" Alexa yapped, stamping her foot. "I swear, I get no respect around here!"

"That's probably because even though you're wearing that..." Mella began, pointing at the Raw Women's Championship around Alexa's waist, recently won from Bayley after she got transferred to the red brand. "You haven't realized that the only way to really gain respect with the real women in this company is by claiming butts, not belts."

"It's not fair! This is a wrestling company, belts should matter too!" Alexa argued.

"Sports entertainment, Poochie. And I'm all entertainment. That's why Mella is Money, and why you're just a delusional little bitch, living a lie," Carmella assured before turning her attention back to Lacey. "Lemme guess, that bitch tried to get you to bottom to her, right?"

"Yeah...I don't even know why y'all do all this nonsense anyhow but...yeah, that's the gist."

"That's so sad, Lace...is it okay if I call you, Lace?" Mella asked, putting a soft hand on Lacey's muscular shoulder. Evans nodded and Mella continued. "She's so pathetic...I fucked her ass so...SO hard, right? Literally turned her into my walking, talking sex pet, barking and shit. And guess what? She thinks just because I LET her remain unbroken, she gets to be a top like the good old days? Nope! It should be on sight, bitch! You see Money Mella and you drop for cock! Drop, turn, bend, spread, Poochie. That's the formula when you see me!"

Alexa began to blush even harder, mostly because the cruder Carmella's words got, the more her asshole began to ache, even despite the fact that Mella "letting her remain unbroken" was pure revisionist history, and Bliss actually survived on her own merits.

"Wow...you just let her talk to you like that?" Lacey asked Alexa, who didn't get a chance to answer before Mella interrupted.

"Well, she doesn't exactly have a choice, Miss Lacey. For starters, because she knows that if we have a problem and she tries to settle it, I'll drop her in a second, just like I did at WrestleMania," Alexa scowled at that remark. "But, there's also the fact that she likes being treated like a worthless little bitch."

"I do not!" Alexa cried out, but sadly, nobody was buying her and, even worse, Money Mella wasn't giving away any more of her valuable time.

"Yeah, yeah, pipe down, bitch, a real woman is talking!" Mella dismissed before turning back to Lacey. "So, Lace, you mentioned this little whore tried to get you to bottom out?"

"What of it?" Lacey snapped. "Don't tell me your askin', too. Seriously, I got no interest in degrading myself for your entertainment. I'm a mother, Godammit!"

"Alright, alright, settle down, it's not that serious. And bottoming is only humiliating when you do it for bitches like that," Mella said, pointing a long, manicured finger at Bliss.

"Hey!" Lexi piped back up.

"Hey, what, whore? Keep playing pretend all you want, but I know what you are. See, Lacey? Bitches like Poochie Lexi? They want to take advantage of you, and try to gain some credibility that they don't deserve. Me? I already have credibility. I've got several loyal bitches, I'm Miss Moolah in the Bank, and...my night is already set," Mella assured, motioning to Tay, who waved seductively. "So, really, this is for your benefit. Your "foot in the door", if you will. When I talk, people listen. And if I say, 'Hey, that Lacey Evans is quite the talent', some heads are going to turn."

"You'd do that? Put in a good word for me?" Lacey asked, seeming to hang on Mella's words, at last.

"Well...I might be inclined to do that if you'd be so inclined to accompany me and my fat-assed Brazilian friend here to my hotel room and share in the festivities," Mella assured.

"I...I don't know. I don't think I can do it. I'd just be imagining what my daughter would think if she saw her mother like that, you know?"

Mella shook her head in understanding. "Nah, I get it. Tell you what...why don't you tag along, and just...watch. Tay and I, we'll do our thing, and you do what works for you. And then, if you decide you wanna join in...well, that's just a bonus for all of us, isn't it?"

"I..." Lacey looked worried, yet intrigued. "I guess that wouldn't be so bad. If you're actually gonna tell management that I'm doing well and all."

"Oh sure, of course I will! I'm good for it," Mella assured. "Now let's blow this popsicle stand already!"

Carmella, Tay, and Lacey all began to walk off together, leaving Little Miss Bliss all by her lonesome and trigger a jealous reaction inside of the Raw Women's Champion. Only, she wasn't sure exactly whom she was jealous of. "Wh...what about me?" She asked weakly, a message without a specific recipient in mind.

Mella turned back and asked smugly, "What about you, Poochie? You know...you're welcome to join us. Of course, you also know what that means for you and those sweet, buttery biscuit cheeks I love so much, don't you, bitch?"

"No, I'm..." Bliss stuttered. "I'm good, thanks."

"That's what I thought. Listen, Poochie Lexi: every dog has her day. It's just not always the day they think it'll be. And you'll have yours...just as soon as you realize that your ass? It belongs to me. Then. Now. And forever, bitch. Deuces!" And with that, the trio dove back through the horde in search of their stuff, including Mella's briefcase, and once everything had been retrieved, they headed straight to the parking lot.

***

Thank God Carmella wasn't very far away; the drive from Full Sail to the hotel room she'd booked was a short one, but not without its dangers as she and Tay couldn't keep their hands off one another, even though Mella was behind the wheel! Nevertheless, they arrived safely and soundly, and before long, all three ladies were piling into Carmella's room, The Fabulous One locking the door behind them as the other gals dropped their bags.

Without any wandering, lurching eyes looking on, Carmella and Conti picked back up where they'd left off inside of the car, immediately locking lips once they were free to do so. All the while, Lacey looked on, awkward and unsure, qualities one normally wouldn't associate with someone with her background; Marines have to get uncomfortable too, right? In any case, Tay and Mella hardly cared, delivering sloppy, passionless kisses, completely fitting for a pair of blonde babes who'd only just met less than an hour ago. Life in the WWE certainly moves fast, just like Carmella's hands, which struggled to stay in one place, as there was just so much of Conti's gorgeous, tight body to explore and caress. Well...most of her was tight, anyway. When it came to that fat dumper? Nothing tight about it. That thing was so squishy and meaty; just the smallest touch had Mella's finger sinking into that pure, grade A fuckmeat.

Mella's hands eventually found a home, settling on her favorite part of the female human anatomy and, naturally, her favorite part of Taynara's glorious anatomy. For as long as they exchange "pleasantries" anyway, before Carmella moved things along, as she often did with "so many bitches and so little time", eventually finding a seat on the couch in the living quarters. Looking up at Conti, a true Brazilian goddess, she ordered, "Strip for me, bitch. Show your Money Mistress that body!"

"Mmmm-yes, Mistress," Tay purred, her thick accent only turning up the heat. Conti began, starting with her top, a long-sleeved deal that looked quite difficult to slip out of, but the ex-Judoka was clearly adept at not only slipping into her birthday suit, but making it an event, as well; a trait Mella thought quite highly of. Naturally, the next step involved the rest of her attire which, of course, was located solely on her lower body. Tay turned around and made short work of her footwear before allowing the main event to take center stage. Her bottoms, hugging her fat, Brazilian booty tightly, were slowly peeled down, allowing The Money Mistress to gawk long and hard before finally tossing them aside.

"Did you like the show?" Tay asked lustfully, turning and dropping to her knees before Mella.

Mella nodded slowly, adding, "Fuck you're hot...bring that ass here!" Suddenly, Mella reached out and grabbed Tay's arm, yanking the bitch into her lap for prime spanking position.

"Mmmm...are you gonna spank me, Mistress?" Tay purred. "But I didn't do anything bad...yet?"

"Well, I'd argue that you've been a very bad girl..." Carmella said, her hand returning to that round rump and aggressively groping each cheek, one at a time. "Running off with a woman you just met? Practically serving up your ass on a silver platter?"

THWACK! The first of many spanks for the poor little Judo Jezebel's big bubble butt, Tay squealing out gleefully. "ANNND you like getting spanked, too?"

"Mmmm, yes, Mistress."

"Now..." WHAP! "Doesn't that sound like a bad girl to you? Because I'm pretty sure I just described a dirty..." WHACK! "Little..." SMACK! "Slut..." CRACK!

Tay groaned as delightfully as possible as the battering of her butt properly began, Carmella's penchant for paddling peaches in full effect. Though, as per usual, after delivering the first several strikes, The Fabulous Diva returned to caressing and massaging that bum, helping alleviate the pain, not that Tay needed any alleviation to begin with. "What do you think, Lacey?" Mella asked the tall, muscular, full-breasted and fully-clothed blonde, who was still standing around awkwardly.

"I'm...I'm not sure. I guess you're right?"

"You guess?" Mella parroted before swatting that gorgeous behind again. And again. And again, the after effects really begin to show up on Tay's tan skin. "You can't tell? Maybe it's because you're just standing there. You should get a little more comfortable."

"You're probably right," Lacey sighed, still sounding unsure about all of this but, ultimately, agreed. She pulled up an accent chair and took a seat, getting much closer to the action.

"There, that's better, right? Doesn't she look like the most perfect little whore?"

"Umm," Lacey stammered; she wasn't so keen on outright referring to a colleague, someone she'd just wrestled earlier for the MYC taping, a whore, especially when she prided herself on being a stand-up, classy lady. Usually. Though, it helped when Tay joined in, turning the vulgarity into self-humiliation and proving that regardless of the subject matter, she was loving every second.

"It's okay, Lacey. I know I'm a whore! I'm a little whore who likes getting spanked!" Tay cried out, unironically earning herself another spank for her troubles.

"Ooooh, yeah you are, bitch! You're my little slut, aren't you, Tay?" Carmella asked, swatting again and watching those jiggly cheeks recoil.

"Yes, Mistress Carmella!" Tay cried out, loving the abuse.

"What do you say, bitch?"

"Thank you, Mistress Carmella!"

"Good bitch!" Mella praised, awarding the trained Judoka another spank for her troubles. "See, Lace? She loves it, probably because anyone with an ounce of respect down in NXT has been hitting this shit like crazy! Am I right or am I right, bitch?"

"You're right, Mistress! I'm a whore for anyone to use because my fat ass loves attention!"

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

"Yeah? Well...not anymore! This fat ass belongs to me now, capiche?" Carmella assured, holding no ground to make such a claim, but asserting with an undeniable confidence. Tay couldn't simply decline, not when Mella was beating her ass so good, teetering along the edge of pleasure and pain like only the greatest of mistresses could.

Conti, so distracted by how obsessed she was with having Carmella beating her booty, mindlessly ignored her brand new Money Mistress, a "mistake" that quickly paid dividends with another brutal smack that her both of their mouths watering, and Lacey eyes widening at the sheer destructive force of Carmella's hand. "I said: capiche, bitch? That means, 'do you understand?', okay? Can you answer that for me?"

"Yes, Mistress...I'm sorry, Mistress!" Tay pleaded, but wearing a devious smile to suggest she was anything but remorseful.

"You're suuuuch a dirty little bitch..." Mella announced in amazement before turning her attention to the other blonde in the room. "You know...you're welcome to get even more comfortable, Lace."

"How are you suggestin' I do that, exactly?" Lacey asked with a tone that one would expect from someone called the Sassy Southern Belle.

"Oh, I don't know..." Mella trailed, caressing that gorgeous, smooth booty in front of her before smacking it again. "Maybe take off your clothes, do a little dance for me just like this bitch and-"

"Oh no, stop right there!" Lacey interrupted. "I thought we agreed I was just watchin', huh? Why're you already trying to seduce me again?"

Carmella feigned a shocked reaction as she asked, "What?! Me?! Seducing everyone around me? No, never!"

"That's not funny," Lacey assured, unmoved.

"I don't know...I thought it was pretty funny. Either way, you're not really maximizing the experience for yourself just sitting there like a statue, are you?"

"Who says I'm lookin' to maximize anythang?" Lacey asked.

"Me. The one who knows a bottom when she sees one," Carmella assured before swatting Tay's beautiful bum again.

"What are you...what are y'all talkin' about?" Lacey asked.

"Hmm, that's interesting..." SWAT! "You sounded a little unsure in yourself there," Mella pointed out. "Funny. It's almost as if I know what I'm talking about. That's funny, right?"

"I...I don't know what you're talking about!"

Mella couldn't help but burst out into laughter, which naturally, Evans didn't take kindly to. Nevertheless, Carmella got her jollies out, and when she finally finished, she explained, "Look...rewards won't come to those who don't deserve them, Lace. It's that simple. See, Tay here? She's a dirty, pathetic little butt bitch...but, she's already come to terms with handing over her cheeks to me. Right?"

"Right, Mistress Carmella," Tay purred.

"You can call me your Money Mistress, too," Carmella assured and received a head nod in response before returning her attention to the tallest blonde in the room. "See? She understands that you gotta give to receive. I can put a good word in with management for her, but you?"

"Wait, but you said-"

"Nope, lemme cut you off!" Carmella interrupted Lacey. "I know what I said."

Huffing, Lacey reinserted, "You said if I came with you guys, you'd put me over with management."

"ERRRR! WRONG!!!!" Mella buzzed, slapping Tay's butt yet again for maximum emphasis. "I said I'd do that if you played along with us. And then I said you didn't have to join in on the fun, and to take everything at your own pace. But I never said it was one, combined deal, now did I?" SMACK! "Two deals, Lace. Option A and Option B. They're still on the table. If you really wanna pull ahead in this industry, then I'd suggest Option A."

Lacey rolled her eyes and sighed. "Oh, nice. A quid pro quo from someone who's not even my boss!" She groaned sarcastically.

"Don't think of it like that." THWAP! THWAP! "Think of it like...like, inevitability, you know? You can sit there on your high horse and wait for someone in management to notice you and give you a consistent spot on NXT, or I can make SURE you get a consistent spot ASAP."

Though she was visibly upset, Lacey couldn't help but mull the offer, even if the idea of humiliating and degrading herself wasn't setting her world on fire. Nevertheless, she stayed silent, and thus, Carmella continued to put her excellent saleswomanship skills into action. "The choice is yours. But, if it helps...everyone in NXT starts as a bottom, anyway."

"What do you mean?" Lacey asked.

"It means what you think it means, right, Tay?"

"Yes, my Money Mistress," Tay purred, a fast learner; she was rewarded with another ass-quaking slap, followed by a soothing massage.

"We all gotta start somewhere...I don't know if you've noticed, but uhh, tenure is everything in this business," Carmella assured as she stroked Tay's gorgeous bum, leaving Lacey to think even harder. Forcing her to sit and ponder whether she was truly willing to suffer through...whatever Carmella has planned in the name of career success. No doubt though, becoming a mainstay on NXT would be huge, especially since at the moment, she was hardly even on the insignificant house show loop.

"I...I don't know. It'd be nice to get an opportunity but...my husband," Lacey said.

"What about your husband?" Carmella asked, only half-paying attention as she gave Tay's booty another swat and watched the jiggling aftermath.

"Isn't it obvious? I don't know about y'all, but where I come from, women respect their men and vice versa!"

"See, now you're just making excuses!" Mella snapped. "You think I never topped a bitch when I was still in a relationship? You think Charlotte stopped taking asses? Hell, Poochie Lexi cucked her WWE Superstar boyfriend for my cock...think about that."

Mella's words were strong, but they didn't arrive alone. Tay piped up, "I'm married, too. But, my husband doesn't need to know about you, my Money Mistress."

"See!" Carmella exclaimed. "It's just a little workplace fun, Lace. Your husband's never gonna find out! I'm certainly not going to tell him..."

Lacey's head dropped again, as she fell into another thinking fit. But ultimately, with all the thinking she'd already done, it didn't take long for her decision to be made. Mella made a lot of good points, and though Lacey wasn't really keen on anything they were doing, if Carmella kept her word, then it was definitely worth suffering through for a bigger spotlight.

"Okay...fine. So long as you promise to help me become an NXT mainstay-"

"You have my word," Carmella jumped in.

Lacey continued, "Then...I guess it wouldn't hurt to play along."

Mella grinned seductively. "Oh, I'll teach you everything about 'hurt', Lace. I can teach you so much, as long as you're willing to learn. But, let's say we start first by you stepping out of those clothes and showing me that fit, MILF body of yours."

Lacey, for a military veteran, looked incredibly unsure of herself. Nevertheless, she stood up, positioning herself right in front of Carmella's line of sight. Well, not EXACTLY in Mella's view, as her eyes struggled to come unglued from Tay Conti's beautiful bottom for longer than a few moments, especially after she spanked it. But, Lacey did her best to try and maintain Mella's attention, whether she realized it or not.

While not exactly a pro at slutting herself out like most WWE women's wrestlers, Evans wasn't unfamiliar with a little striptease action, having done so many times for her husband, not to mention Tay's 5-star performance earlier setting the standard for what The Sassy Southern Belle's should look like. Unlike Tay, Lacey had changed out of her ring gear after their match, so her clothes were, to begin with, less revealing, which meant she had even more of an uphill battle when it came to showing herself off. Nevertheless, with a body like hers, "showing off" was hardly even a challenge to begin with.

The red, long-sleeved shirt that covered her top-half was slowly removed, Lacey making sure to drag the performance practically to a halt as the fabric approached the cusp of her ample bosom. The reveal was an event, similar to that of Tay's bum; Lacey, naturally competitive, knew she couldn't compare rears with The Badass Brazilian Booty Warrior regardless of the quality of her own, so using her best feature as the ace attraction was her best bet to impress. And impress she did, Mella's eyes even managing to lock onto those gorgeous mommy tits for quite some time, at least until the full reveal and well after the next phase had begun.

Lacey's matching leggings, skin-tight to accentuate her long, toned legs and tight booty, were the next to go, as expected. And while Evans' lower-half looked incredible with clothes, it was obvious that she was built to walk the Earth without. A muscular, fit body to die for, not so unlike Mella's, albeit a bit more intense on the muscular side. In any case, as Lacey turned around and pulled those bottoms down, revealing her bottom in all of its bare, unsoiled beauty, Carmella couldn't help but gawk, even as she continued swatting Tay's admittedly better booty.

In any case, Lacey's butt was high-quality, even if it still paled in comparison to the god-tier piece of fuckmeat that was Tay's Brazilian cheeks, and Carmella treated it with the accurate level of respect. After all, her obsession with girl butts really struggled with that whole concept of "quality" seeing as how she saw the value in every piece of ass, i.e. if she could fuck it, then she liked it. Regardless of...well, any of that, Mella's eyes were glued, and even though she was already spanking one, she couldn't help but imagine adding another to the mix.

The moment Lacey tossed her bottoms aside, Mella asked, "Hey, didn't you say you were an ex-Marine?"

Lacey nodded, appearing a bit uncomfortable but, ultimately, resisting the urge to try and cover herself.

"Does that mean they put you through a bunch of rigorous training to test your pain tolerance?" Mella asked, slapping Tay's booty for what had to have been the 50th time, both cheeks a wonderfully dark shade of red that looked absolutely delectable on the Judoka's tan skin.

"Let me guess: I'm next, right?" Lacey asked with a sigh, pointing at Conti, who couldn't possibly have loved getting her butt spanked more.

"Wow, you're perceptive aren't you?" Mella asked sarcastically before explaining, "I wanna run a little experiment. You see, I've got both of you tonight, your first experiences with a real woman like me. Is that correct?"

Both girls nodded.

"Okay, so I see this as an opportunity for us to gauge who has the most potential between you."

"What are you gettin' at?" Lacey asked. "You're not gonna make us fight for that 'good word' you already promised me, are you?"

"Oh no, not at all! A promise is a promise! But, this is my first time topping two new girls at once! And so, what better way to celebrate than by forcing you to fight for my favor?! So, you'll take turns every step of the way!"

"Why?" Lacey asked plainly.

"For my amusement," Mella answered sterly.

"I like the idea, Mistress," Tay added in, earning herself another spank.

"She's already winning, Lace! You're falling behind!"

Lacey sighed. "So, what now? What do we do?"

"Well, we...get up, bitch," Mella quickly ordered, patting Tay's bottom one last time, jumpstarting Conti and inspiring her to crawl out of The Fabulous One's lap, taking her place beside Money Mella's Air Jordan-covered feet. "What we 'do' is YOU bring that ass HERE!"

Carmella's command was simple, and while she wore the face of a woman not exactly enthralled with the idea of being ordered around, Lacey adhered regardless, the lure of a bright, successful future in the WWE looming. Taller and more muscular than Staten Island's favorite daughter, The Sassy Southern Belle slowly crawling over Carmella's lap was far more awkward than it had been with the bubble-bootied Brazilian. But they made it work, as Carmella often did when it came to any given topping situation. She always made things work.

Just like she made sure to really scope out her target before beginning the punishment, running both hands all across Lacey's tight butt. Squishing and squeezing them, spreading them apart at times, testing the jiggability of each cheek with a little shaking. Carmella liked to know what she was working with...or, she was looking to make any excuse to justify her crippling obsession with girl butts. Either way, once she'd properly felt up that ass, she spat into the palm of her hand before pressing said palm in the middle of Lacey's right cheek. Mella held it there for several seconds before asking, "You've already been through boot camp, Private. But, you're about to get enlisted in Money Mella's Booty Camp, where you'll be trained to persist past your limits. So, here comes number 1..." and pulled her hand back.

Like a whip it cracked down, thunderous in sound and lighting-like in attack as Carmella's palm smashed against Lacey's bottom. The first time she'd ever been "spanked" like a bitch. Sure, when she was little and threw tantrums, her parents would give her a love tap here and there, and she'd done a bit of bedroom experimentation with her hubby. But this was different. Here she sat, a grown woman across another woman's lap, her ass slapped for no good reason at all. Just a means to an end. And it was unlike anything she'd ever felt before.

The pain was almost unbearable; Lacey was sure Carmella must've put everything she had into that attack. She winced, and awful sounds left their mouth against her will as her ass cheek throbbed from only the first of what promised to be many, MANY more. And yet, somehow, The Money Mistress found a way to make things even worse for the newbie. "What do you say, bitch?"

"F-Fuck!" Lacey cried out, her guttural reaction unintentionally acting as a response.

"ERRRR, WRONG!!!" Mella slapped that bum again, Lacey squealing out. "You count each one! I'll give you the first since I didn't explain that, but going forward, I better hear every fucking number out of your Sassy, Southern mouth! Capiche?"

"But she didn't have to-OWWW!!!" Lacey attempted to argue, but was cut off by another spank.

"She knows her place! You don't! You don't know why women flock to worship me, so I have to teach you! Now count 'em, bitch!" Mella demanded, leaving Lacey in a mixed state of shock and outrage. But again, the lure of a fruitful WWE career was strong and thus, she complied.

"Alright, alright...three!" Lacey bellowed, struggling to hold back the tears from the excruciating pain; Carmella hadn't even massaged the pain away yet.

"Good, good, so you CAN listen. Nice. Now, riddle me this..." SWAT!!! "What do you call that one?"

"Four!" Lacey answered after a hearty squeal.

"And this?" SMACK!!!

"Five!"

"There we go! See, that's not so bad, right?" Carmella gleamed, finally latching a paw onto the cheek she's been battered and using her talented hand to massage the damage. A small relief, but for Lacey, it was incredible.

"You know, you really don't handle pain so well..."

"What's...that supposed to mean?" Lacey weakly replied.

"Well, for starters...we're wrestlers...taking and enduring pain is kinda our job..."

"I can take enough to beat her," Lacey pointed out, referencing her match with Tay in the first round of the MYC, in which she won.

"True, but..." SMACK!!! "This is kinda hurtin' ya, huh? Oh, how many is that, by the way?"

"S-Six," Lacey answered back.

THWAP!!! WHAP!!! SLAP!!! CLAP!!!

"S...Seven, eight...nine...ten..."

"Oh...oh my God," Mella expressed with genuine shock. "You're so weak, it's almost impressive! You're ready to tap out already, aren't you?"

"It...it hurts so much," Lacey whined.

"That's quitter talk, Private!" Mella barked, doing her best interpretation of the old, hardened General in every movie ever made. "That pain is only in your mind! It's only as bad as you make it! Tay was able to take nearly fifty without a single complaint!"

"I know but..."

"But nothing! No excuses in Sergeant Major Mella's Booty Camp! You are a strong, battle-tested warrior, and you ARE trained to take any kind of punishment I can offer! So you WILL hunker down and put that bitch to shame!"

"I-I guess I can-"

"Is that how you respond, Private?"

"No...m-ma'am, yes ma'am."

Mella grinned. "ooh, that's fun," she giggled to herself. "What was that, Private?!"

"Ma'am, yes ma'am! And...eleven!" Lacey cried out, and received another brutal buttslap for her deeds; notably, every strike that crashed down on Lacey's right bottom was double the strength of those Carmella used on Conti.

"So, are you gonna take it for me?"

"Ma'am, yes ma'am!" Lacey cried out again and, as she slapped that bum again and again, Mella simply laughed in amazement, to which Lacey called out the corresponding number.

"Ahh...you know, Lacey, it's really funny...you didn't even realize that you've been submissive all this time!"

THWACK!!! Mella rubbed away the pain briefly as Lacey asked, "Twelve! A-And, what does that mean?"

"It means you military folk do nothing but take orders from your superiors, yet you were so quick to hesitate obeying me." SMACK! "And I am YOUR superior within the WWE! Not only am I a main roster superstar and, hello...the first ever Miss Money in the Bank? But I'm also the greatest bitch-maker in this company!"

As Lacey sat, sprawled across Carmella's lap and subject to even more butt cheek abuse, she noticed how drastically different Mella was acting now compared to how she had been when they first met. Barking orders from all directions, brutally beating that ass and leaving it bright red, leaving Lacey a humiliated mess of a woman. It was all so incredibly insufferable and yet, Carmella's self-comparison of a drill sergeant whipping her bitches into shape couldn't have felt more accurate. In a way, that connection almost made things feel better.

Of course, any reprieve was quickly thrown out the second Carmella started spanking those toned cheeks again, the evidence stinging and subsequently throbbing. Lacey wasn't even sure why Mella's strikes were so strong, so stiff. Sure, she wasn't the smallest woman around, but The Princess of Staten Island wasn't exactly big or tough; far from it. Hell, Lacey herself was several inches taller and far more muscular. Yet, Mella was dishing out blows far stronger than anything Lacey, or anyone even remotely in Carmella's size range was capable of.

Though, perhaps that was the mystery of what Mella had described as "real women". The proverbial irresistible force. Definitely not the biggest dog in the fight, but Mella made up for any lack with finesse, savvy, presence. If hands could go to college, Carmella's would have a PhD in Ass Slapping. Truly the best of the best, and for her first lesbian experience, Lacey Evans was learning that firsthand. If only she could handle it.

"Still hurts?" Carmella asked rhetorically as she delivered another slap, the tears constantly flowing down Lacey's face the only answer she truly needed.

"Of course it still hurts!" Lacey cried, and Carmella burst out into laughter again; the suffering of weak little bitches always did tickle her funny bone.

"Ahhh...what do you think, Tay? Should it still hurt after so many?" SLAP!!!

"T-Twenty...two."

"It didn't hurt me, Mistress. I mean, it hurts, but I love it! Taking it makes me a good bitch for you!" Tay admitted, looking as jealous as a woman possibly can; though her bum was still bruised, she'd jump for joy if it was her ass getting abused again.

"Hmm..." SMACK!!! THWAP!!! CRACK!!! Torturous screams spilled from that Sassy Southern mouth as Mella continued, "So, what you're saying is that you're especially pathetic?"

For a moment, Taynara appeared to be taken aback as Lacey counted back. But, she quickly found the most suitable response. "I'm especially pathetic for you, Mistress."

"Ding, ding, ding!!! We have a winner!!!" Suddenly, Mella rose from the couch, Lacey tumbling out of her lap and falling to the floor; unfortunately, she rolled and landed directly on her battered bottom for maximum damage. "First point in this little contest goes to the hot-to-trot Brazilian bombshell! Brava! Bravissima!"

"Thank you, Mistress," Tay graciously accepted, rubbing her face against Mella's sneakers like a cat in heat.

"What the fuck! Why did y'all do that?" Lacey angrily barked, rubbing her sore bottom. Carmella simply laughed in response. As they say, laughter is contagious, proven by Tay joining along in Lacey's utter humiliation. "What?! What's so fuckin' funny?!"

"You, bitch!" Mella fired back. "You, your butt all red from getting woman-handled by me. Watching as you aggressively rub it, hoping to solve the problem. It's hilarious."

"Well, I don't like being laughed at!" Lacey assured, which, of course, only led to another laughing fit for The Money Mistress.

"Whatever," Mella dismissed. "We've got more important matters to attend to. Like, for instance, the next round of this little competition."

Tay smiled giddly and clapped her hands. But Lacey didn't react quite as favorably to the news. "Can't we drop this whole contest thing? I'm not gonna beat her at anything because she's done this before!"

"You wouldn't beat me anyway, bitch!" Tay snapped, sticking up for herself and defending her reputation as a proud bottom.

Lacey offered back a bit of sign language ala Steve Austin, while Mella ignored their little spat and continued her explanation. "To answer your question: no, we can't drop this 'little contest' because I find it amusing. And since I'M in charge, we're doing what I say! Capiche?"

"Capiche, Mistress," Tay quickly and gleefully answered.

"Capiche," Lacey groaned.

"You know, you're welcome to call me your Money Mistress anytime you like," Carmella suggested, though Lacey's response wasn't favorable.

"Nah I'm...I'm good."

Mella laughed. "Haha...that's funny. You think you have a choice? That's really good, Private. You know what? I'll give it to you for now. Why force you to do something you'll be doing voluntarily soon enough anyway, right?"

Lacey slowly nodded; in her mind, she was counting down the seconds until this shit was over. Until she could collect on Mella's promise and walk away, without thinking about all this strange, lesbian hierarchical shit again. Nevertheless, Carmella took Evans' acknowledgement and proceeded to detail the next event.

"Perfect, so, round 2. Drum roll, please..." Mella feigned the drum roll with her hands. "Is all...about...ME! YAY!!!"

Tay squealed in excitement and, this time, she wasn't the only little NXT bitch that was glad. Lacey, fresh off getting her butt spanked for the first time ever, couldn't be more happy to NOT be the center of any kind of attention for this second round. Even if she wasn't quite sure exactly what round 2 would entail yet.

"Tay, I can tell by your excitement that you know where I'm going with this," Carmella said.

"I do, Mistress. But please, explain it for her," Tay responded.

"Okay, so listen up, Private, 'cause the Sarge doesn't like repeating herself. When I say it's all about FABULOUS me, I mean-"

Lacey interrupted, stating, "I'm a grown woman, I think I can figure it out." Big mistake.

"Ooooooh...please, I'm begging you...cut me off again! I dare you! No, seriously, please! I'd love for you to fuck around and find out."

Conti giggled and added, "You're such a stupid bitch, Lacey! Why would you cut off our Money Mistress?"

Lacey rolled her eyes but, not wanting to make things worse for herself, ultimately apologized. "I'm sorry, Carmella."

"That's good. Would sound a lot better if you called me Mistress...or Goddess...or your reason for being? Hell, even Sarge would do, to go with the bit, you know? But it's fine. Regardless, the point is, this next little contest is all about worshiping lil' ol' me and all of my excellence. Do you two dumb bitches think you can do that?"

"Of course, my Money Mistress," Tay confirmed, starry-eyed. "I'll do anything for you!" Truthfully, she'd do anything for ANYONE promising a fat cock up her jiggly, Brazilian bubble butt. However, a strong, supremely confident Goddess like Carmella certainly did feel right submitting to.

Tay's response came immediately, while Lacey left her Money Mistress-to-be hanging momentarily.

"Private..." Mella dragged. "Can you do that for me?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Goodie. Now...where to start..." Carmella crossed her arms and got to thinking, staring down at the pair of fresh-faced, blonde bitches below her. "Tay?"

"Yes, Mistress?"

"Since you're such a good girl and listen to EVERYTHING I say, I'll reward you, by letting you go first! And what you're gonna do is take that hot little mouth of yours and use it to service my cunt! Fancy that?"

"Oh, yes please!" Conti exclaimed; she hadn't gotten too many opportunities to eat a top out in her short time in NXT, so this was exciting.

"Alrighty then," Mella settled, and grabbed the spaghetti straps on her skin-tight red mid-thigh bodysuit, slowly bringing the spandex down, making an event out of what many would argue is HER greatest feature. Those huge breasts, so glorious they make men and women worldwide swoon, were revealed shortly, with both women watching on with varying levels of intrigue. Regardless, Carmella retook her seat on the couch as she finished removing her simple outfit, pulling it over and off her J's, which of course stayed on.

"Get over here, bitch," Mella ordered, curling a finger in Conti's direction as she spread her legs, opening her tantalizing cunt to the fresh-faced Brazilian bottom bitch, who licked her chops as she crawled over and took her place in front of Money Mella. Tay looked up longingly, silently asking for reassurance, which she found in the form of her brand-new Money Mistress planting a hand on the back of her head, forcing that pretty face right into the line of fire.

Taynara understood the assignment, to say the least; the second she felt Carmella's hand on the back of her head, she readied her tongue, that slippery little appendage pressing against the front of Mella's snatch with aplomb. The pressure stopped there, with Carmella allowing the bitch free-reign to work her magic afterward. A wise choice, considering how talented Tay truly was when it came to servicing.

In no time at all, she had one of the strongest women in WWE moaning, a truly awesome feat, all done without any attention to Carmella's clit, as well; Tay understood that she wouldn't be able to touch THAT until permission was given. Conti quickly proved that she wasn't just a fat-assed bitch, but a gifted bottom despite her limited experience. Mella really knew how to pick 'em, huh? Who would've guessed?

"Mmmm...ooooh, that big, p-perfect butt AND you're a g-great little rug muncher, too?" Mella asked, even a bit surprised herself. Tay briefly paused, acknowledging her new owner with a cheeky smile before returning to the task at hand, and licking, sucking, and slurping that pussy like there was no tomorrow. As if it was the last time she'd ever use her mouth to service another woman. And in a way, such a moment was designated for careful and memorable treatment, as you only get one first. One chance to worship a Goddess like Mella for the first time, and Tay was interested in making the most of it. Not only because she's a little sub bitch, but also because just like Lacey, in her mind, Tay was fighting for a higher spot on the roster.

Sure, she was already somewhat established on NXT TV, but opportunities were limited and those that she got often came in the form of facing opponents she wasn't even remotely ready to be facing. The best of the best, which resulted in a "squash match" every time. Not her fault, but Tay was looking to get ahead, and seeing as though Carmella was holding the Money in the Bank briefcase, she obviously knew a thing or two about a thing or two. And considering she was right here, who better to learn from?

Of course all that learning could and would come later, long after Tay's mouth had finished slurping every last drop of wetness from Carmella's sopping cunt. The Fabulous One, completely on cloud nine, was loving every second of the blonde Brazilian baddie's worship, and for good reason! Not only was it a first-class performance, but Mella herself rarely had the time to sit down and enjoy herself to this degree. With so many bitches, and her attention divided between them, finding time for her own, non-psychological pleasure was tough! But, that did come with a silver-lining: on the rare occasions Mella DID put herself first, she was always SO pent up that the pleasure was increased tenfold. What would've been an average cunt-licking performance could easily become pro-level. So, when someone as adept as Tay was eating her pussy? Oh, boy...

For the first time in...well...ever, Mella felt her mind slipping, the pleasure so intense that she nearly came right then and there, long before Carmella had ever given Conti permission to do so. Luckily Mella, the savvy, veteran top that she is, managed to save herself by grinding her hips into Tay's face, which not only threw the talented little tongue-fucker off her game, but brought the Moniest of all Mistresses back to full, 100% awareness. And that grinding continued, Carmella lathering every inch of Tay's pretty face in her sloppy cunt juice

"Oooooh-FUCK!" Mella moaned out, latching onto Tay's head even tighter as she worked her body. "Y-You're sooooo bad! You almost made m-made me cum!"

Tay attempted to apologize, but considering the whole "face full of pussy" she was dealing with, the words came out as gibberish. Nevertheless, Carmella wasn't bothered, and instead continued to focus on herself, and the art grinding her hot snatch into Tay's face until that impending orgasm was all-but-gone. As much as she would've liked to, Carmella couldn't cum, at least not yet; cumming would sap too much energy away, leaving her with less to work with for later. And with two asses she'd never fucked before on the menu, that simply wasn't a trade she was willing to make.

In any case, Carmella found more than enough pleasure in completely owning the little Brazilian bitch, even if doing all of the work kind of went against the whole competition aspect of their threesome. Though Tay had more than proved herself worthy of winning the round, Lacey offers a subpar performance. In fact, Carmella was a certain poor, delusional Lacey wouldn't have a snowball's chance in hell at out-doing The Judo Jezebel. So, when Tay's turn came to an end, and Lacey was forced up to the plate, Carmella offered a slight change of pace, just to mix it up.

Tay crawled away licking her chops and grinning lustfully as Mella finally let her go. Pointing at Evans, she announced, "You're next. Get over here."

Lacey, looking every bit enthusiastic as a dog prepped and ready for a vet appointment, slowly crawled over and took Tay's place between Carmella's legs. Though, what she wasn't aware of, was the fact that she'd be performing a different tune than her younger counterpart just had.

Money Mella spread those long, toned stems again, but unlike before, hooked her thighs into her arms and pulled them back. A rare position for a top to be in, one that seemingly offered up control to another person. And normally, Carmella would never, ever....EVER expose herself in such a way, legs up and holes out. But, for the first time in a long, LONG time, Carmella saw an opportunity to not only indulge in a bit of anal pleasure guilt-free, without any peeping eyes, but also to turn it into a teachable moment as well.

"Mmmm...you're gonna lick my ass instead," Mella announced, re-adjusting herself on the couch to raise her lower half a bit higher.

Lacey's jaw came unglued. When she finally re-hinged, she awkwardly asked, "Your a-ass?"

"Did I stutter?" Mella snapped sassily, lowering her hands down and slowly pulling her cheeks apart. "I said instead of licking my cunt, you're gonna eat my ass! Capiche?"

"C-Capiche...but, I've never done it before."

"So?" Both Mella and Tay, who now sat angrily beside them, soaking in a stew of jealousy, answered in unison.

Mella clarified, "Have you ever tasted another girl's cunt before?"

"N-No," Lacey answered honestly.

"So there...you were gonna have a "first" anyway! And since you stand absolutely NO fucking chance at beating that bitch in this round, I figured I'd give you a pass and let you eat my butt instead to at least make things a bit more interesting."

"Lucky," Tay mumbled to herself, as Carmella continued the persuasion.

"Look, stop being such a prude! You're not gonna get anywhere in this company with that attitude, alright?" Lacey lowered her head. "Have you looked around? This is all we fucking do when we're not wrestling or training! We fuck asses, and asses get fucked! That involves everything in between, so if you really want to do this for a living, you're gonna have to taste some asses, okay? And lucky you, because you get to be the first to taste mine in...God, like, two, maybe three years?"

Tay, still jealous but ultimately passionate about all things bottoming, put a hand on Lacey's shoulder and promised, "Girl butts taste so good! Even better than pussy! You're gonna love it."

"Really?"

"Only one way to find out, bitch," Mella assured with sharp, piercing eyes. "Get going, we don't have all night!"

Lacey hesitated, even after Carmella made the time crunch known. But ultimately, all was fine once she finally leaned in and brought herself closer to that puckered, wrinkly hole. Her first time so close to someone else's asshole; personally, Lacey couldn't see the appeal. It looked strange and, in her opinion, gross. She definitely didn't want to put her MOUTH on it, but it was fairly obvious that Mella's will was absolute, and every second of failed subservience risked Carmella dashing Lacey's hopes for that "push". So, after a few deep, reassuring breaths, Lacey stuck out her tongue and pressed it against Mella's butthole.

Her tongue retracted almost as soon as it made contact, the combination of the strange, new act bombarding her many senses. But, luckily, Money Mella was there to offer a choice bit of encouragement. "Don't run away, bitch! Eat that ass!" And, with a few more calming breaths, The Sassy Southern Belle gave it another shot. Upon making contact again, her whole body winced again, but this time, she managed to hold the embrace long enough to offer a single, sloppy lick. And, then another, and another after that, beginning her first rimjob ever.

Not often a woman in the WWE could say that they rimmed an asshole before eating a pussy, considering so many come into the company with a predisposition for rug-munching. But, Lacey was one of very few, with the soft, uneventful licks making the early stages of her performance giving the muscular blonde her first taste of booty before ever planting those full lips and that slippery tongue on a woman's cunt. Naturally, with that being the case, Lacey didn't have anything to compare Mella's asshole with. Not anything belonging to a woman, anyway. But, comparing the taste to her husband's dick...it honestly wasn't so bad.

Lacey got over her reservations very quickly, almost getting lost in the act of eating ass, at least for a moment. She wouldn't exactly say she was enjoying herself, but as expected, it was certainly better than getting her ass beaten over and over again like a little kid, helped greatly by the fact that the flavor of Mella's asshole was so vastly better than anticipated. What Lacey thought would be appalling was surprisingly not so, almost in any way.

Carmella's butthole was prim and clean, and her flavor reflected that. Lacey's first taste of girl butt couldn't have come from someone better. Which of course, was an honor Mella planned for her to cherish soon enough. For now though, the satisfaction of getting an ex-Military turned Mom to not only eat her ass, but semi-enjoy it was a massive turn on for The Money Mistress, if Lacey's tongue lathering her opening in saliva wasn't enough.

Lather away she did, washing her tongue along the entire surface area over again. But, no matter how many times she did, Lacey noticed that her tongue never, ever went any deeper into Carmella's pipe. Even when she attempted to by applying a bit more pressure to her licks...nothing. Perhaps, this was what she meant when Carmella called herself a real woman? Lacey wasn't sure but, in any case, just munching away was proving to be quite the task.

Eventually, just like it had with Tay, Carmella's hand found its way to the back of Lacey's head. Once there, she briefly stroked the larger woman's long, blonde mane before casually nudging the bitch forward, deeper into the fray. More focus, more attention on worship. And, surprising, Lacey was doing a pretty decent job for a first-timer. So decent that Mella couldn't help but spew out her gratitude.

"Fuck, look at you go...eating that ass...fuck, that's so money! That's so...mmmm...that's so fucking money, bitch! Keep licking it just like that! Just like that!" Mella purred, still semi-recovering from the aftermath of Tay's expert oral pussy pummeling, now succumbing to the waves of her first anal pleasure in the longest of times, as well. Little inklings, not nearly as strong as what Conti provided with her talented little mouth, but so different in nature coming from her forbidden hole that they were nearly just as effective.

As strange, yet enjoyable as it was for Lacey to eat that booty like groceries, so too was it for Carmella to get her perfect rump gobbled. The last time she'd felt any kind of pleasure from her butt was forever ago, and while it wasn't the most intense feeling in the world, it was certainly effective. Sure, would it have felt even better if Tay, who sat miserable, wishing it was her instead of Lacey consuming that butt? Of course. But, Lacey was just good enough to be mistaken for a more experienced ass-eater. Which, for a first-timer, was pretty impressive.

Even more impressive was how the pleasure continued to rise the longer the rimjob went on, never peaking in one place for too long. Something could probably be attributed to the fact that Mella had skillfully edged herself off an all-timer orgasm, which was still lurking inside and waiting to be unleashed. An orgasm that would break free eventually, if teased too many times. Mella still wasn't keen on cumming too early, as again, it would sap her energy and leave her with very little left for the pair of asses just begging for some attention from a woman like herself. Which would've been okay if she was only fooling around with Tay, an already broken bottom.

But noooooo, Mella had TWO pieces of ass, one of which was completely unfamiliar with all things lesbian dom/sub, and had so much to learn. So many lessons to be taught, and so, so much unclaimed understanding of what an alpha woman could truly be. Lacey had yet to truly understand her place, and whom she belonged to, and until she did, Carmella wasn't going to put herself over. Not until the job was finished. So even though getting her ass eaten was nice, and very humiliating for the bitch-in-training, something Mella also took great pleasure in, it was time to bring this chapter of their night to a close.

"Alright, that'll do, whore," Carmella announced, patting Lacey on the head. "I've made my decision."

Immediately, Lacey backed away in a manner that suggested she was thrilled for her turn to be over. Quite the opposite of her surprising enthusiasm for eating ass but, not too strange of a reaction for a brand new bitch, experiencing a bevy of new emotions. Nevertheless, she joined Tay, both of them now kneeling before their Money Mistress, awaiting the announcement with varying levels of excitement.

"The winner of round twooooo...Lacey! Congrats, gurl!!!" Mella clapped as Tay responded with visible disappointment, and Lacey with straight-up confusion.

"How did she win?" Tay argued.

"I won 'cause I'm obviously better than y'all!" Lacey snapped, though she couldn't even believe the point had been awarded to her.

Tay rolled her eyes and fired, "I seriously doubt that."

"And you'd be right to do so!" Mella agreed, and Lacey's confusion strengthened. "Let me explain...Tay, your mouth was much better. That much was pretty clear. But, Lacey was pretty impressive herself considering this was her first time ever pleasuring another woman. And on top of that, it being my ass instead of my pussy? AND she liked it?! I had to give her the point!"

"I...I didn't like it," Lacey weakly argued.

"Yeah, sure. And I'm not a goddess," Mella joked. "But of course, we know a world where that's NOT the truth doesn't exist, hehe! So, trust me, babe...I know you liked the taste of my lil' booty! It's okay, I'm not judging!"

"I didn't!" Lacey argued more intensely but, in any case, Carmella wasn't offering any more attention to the subject.

"Whatever," she quickly dismissed. Though, Lacey wasn't the only one now questioning The Money Mistress.

"You should be happy, Lacey. She only gave you the point to make it interesting!" Tay accused, Fabu-Mella's mouth dropping in response.

"Tay! You DARE question my decision-making skills? As if I'm not capable of knowing who deserves to win the rounds of MY game?"

"No, no, sorry, my Money Mistress," Tay quickly apologized before elaborating, "I just know I'm a better bitch, that's all! I didn't mean to disrespect you! Please forgive me!"

"No worries, slut, I like that energy," Mella re-assured. "And that's why I'm not gonna waste any time in giving you the chance to prove it! You think you're the better bitch?"

"Respectfully, Mistress...I said I know I'm the better bitch, and I fucking meant it!"

"Well then...you might wanna go get me something to fuck that fat fucking ass of yours with, huh?"

"Oh God...can I, please?" Tay asked for final confirmation.

"Go!" Mella ordered, snapping her fingers and pointing to a bag sitting on a nearby table, adding, "and grab some lube, too!"

"Yes, my Money Mistress," Tay answered with glee and scurried off, while Mella explained Lacey's role.

"And you, Lacey...you're not gonna sit and watch this round."

"I'm not? How's that gonna work?"

"Easy," Carmella assured. "While I fuck that perfect bubble butt of her's, she's gonna eat your ass, and get you ready for my cock. How does that sound?"

"F-Fine, I guess...don't really have much say, anyway," Lacey admitted.

"Right you are, bitch! Remember, I'm calling the shots! So go ahead, get on all fours, and wait for the fun to begin!" Lacey, still lacking any kind of enthusiasm, slowly dropped to her knees and crawled over to an emptier space of the floor, with far less furniture in the way. Moments later, Tay returned, following Lacey's example and taking a knee before Carmella as she handed The Fabulous One the bottle of lube per request. Then, Conti attached the dildo to the strap-on harness before tightening it around her new, long-term owner.

Money Mella, the most-FABULOUS of mistresses in the WWE, snapped her fingers and flicked her hand, silently ordering the Brazilian bitch to take her place as the first big, fat booty on the docket. Behind Lacey Tay went, presenting that dump truck to her Money Mistress while simultaneously beginning to feel up the ex-Marine's rear, an act that Evans didn't take kindly to. Though, it was still better than the relationship Carmella's hands had with her ass, which was far more painful.

Tay's hands were soft, at least, and blatantly weaker, a sign of her own mental weakness and status as a whore that many adore. The attention she gave to Lacey's firm, yet plump cheeks was far less aggressive and more sensuous, especially once the groping ceased and Tay properly spread them apart, getting the first look at her new bottom buddy's tight, clearly inexperienced hole. A honor that Mella herself clearly didn't care about collecting on; not when SHE'D be the one fucking it very, VERY soon. And Tay didn't dwell on the achievement too long either, as taking things past simply gazing was far more important. So, Conti did what any ass-hungry whore would do. She stopped waiting and started enjoying, pressing her tongue against Lacey's bumhole, licking and lapping away. Just like that, Lacey was getting rimmed by another woman; even after everything, it was still hard to believe.

Even harder to come to terms with, however, was her feelings towards all of this ass-play. It should've been disgusting, not pleasant. But eating Carmella's ass was exactly that: surprisingly pleasant. And if getting her first-taste of girl butt, the far dirtier act, wasn't as bad as she thought...getting her own eaten? Well...

Meanwhile, Carmella, lube bottle in hand proceeded to take HER place behind Taynara. Naturally, as THE premier big butt connoisseur in WWE, Money Mella couldn't simply proceed to fucking that beautiful bum with giving it a bit more attention herself, firstly, spreading those cheeks and getting a bit more acquainted with the hole she'd be pounding in mere moments. Clearly used, possibly even abused so early in young Conti's career; no doubt, she'd make an excellent addition to Mella's band of bitches.

Carmella blessed the platinum blonde Brazilian once again, smothering her face in all of that ass for a good few minutes before, ultimately, giving her new whore a quick rimjob of her own. Nothing to fancy, more than anything, Mella just wanted a taste. A sample, just to see if it simply LOOKED appetizing, or if it was excellent all around. Happy to report, Mella's efforts were quickly rewarded. Latinas do it better, as they say, and Taynara Conti's Brazilian bumhole was very much proof of that saying.

So too was Conti's expert bottoming prowess on display as the meat in this hot blonde sandwich. Receiving from her back end, Carmella continuing to break her personal taboos by giving a rare rimjob, while Tay was giving from her front, eagerly and aggressively munching Lacey's butt. Her tongue wiggled all around that backdoor in between soft, warm moans that increased the intensity on Lacey's end. And in that moment, Lacey Evans realized why Tay got so upset after "losing" the last round. She was the rightful winner. Her mouth was incredibly talented, no doubt about it.

But Conti clearly wasn't just an oral professional. The way Carmella's tongue was easily able to slide inside her backdoor told the whole story, and proved that she was just as experienced as she claimed to be in ALL facets of this whole bottoming thing. Truly impressive, so much so that Carmella couldn't wait any longer to test out her new, Brazilian fucktoy. So, Mella pulled her tongue out of that ass, abruptly ending the impromptu but welcomed oral session in favor of the big ONE. The main course.

Carmella retook the bottle of lube, popping the cap and squirting a large amount of the slick, slimy substance inside on her cock and Tay's asshole. Though Conti probably could've taken Mella's cock right now without any further precautions, a little extra never hurt, even for the most-experienced of buttsluts. Especially when The Fabulous One was looking to maximize her first time inside of Tay's tasty tush. You only get one first impression, and Carmella had done a pretty good job making hers a memorable one. But "memorable" and "life-changing" weren't exactly mutually exclusive; unsurprisingly, Money Mella was looking for the latter. And by hook or by crook, she planned on changing both girls' lives tonight, all with a swift movement of her mighty strap-on. Lacey would come soon enough, in more ways than one, but for now, as Carmella lined up her slick strap, Tay Conti was on the docket. And with no more distractions, Mella stopped waiting and began the "life-changing" part by pressing forward.

Immediately, the tip of Mella's shaft plunged into Conti's depths; not all the way, but more than enough to shock even a top like Carmella, who's certainly seen many a pathetic bitch in her day. Nearly half-way down that pipe with barely any force? AND Mella wasn't working with some shrimpy little crappy dick either? Nope, a real, butt-busting 14-incher! Taynara was something special, something Carmella knew from the second she'd laid eyes on the big bootied Brazilian beauty.

Most bottoms required years of abuse to get to the raw, pathetic level that Tay had clearly skyrocketed. Perhaps that Tay's words were true, and that even long before the lustful and lecherous world of pro wrestling locker rooms had gotten their hold on her, she was already a slut. A girl that gets around, as they say. With her face so pretty and her ass so fat, it was hardly far-fetched to believe that many a girl or guy would "want a piece of that". But, the same could be said for pretty much every other girl in Carmella's parade of butt bitches.

Nikki and Brie, The Bella Twins...self-explanatory. AJ

Lee...self-explanatory, at least in the year of our lord 2017, after getting her cute butt pounded on a daily basis half-a-decade ago. Sasha Banks, the slutty little overachiever living a lie that she could "be a top" because she's "good at wrestling", obviously wildly attractive, with the type of attitude that could easily be mistaken for a high-class stripper as opposed to a famous wrestler. And Zelina Vega, whose initial confidence and geeky personality kiiiiiinda did little to stop her big bimbo tits, fat ass, and sultry visage from forcing La Muneca to be, literally, a human sex doll. Mella's favorite puppygirl Little Miss Barkin' Bliss could be included in the conversation too, but she didn't quite realize her place juuuuuust yet. Nevertheless, Taynara Conti, bubble butt be her name, just may have had them all beat! A keeper, for sure.

Speaking of "keeping", Conti was doing a tremendous job at not only keeping Money Mella's cock in her loose caboose, but gobbling up mo' and mo' like a top flight ho'. "Fuuuuuuuck, you take it SOOOOOO good, bitch," Carmella praised, her face a mix of hungry and happy. Tay, still busy munching on Lacey Evans' tasty butthole, responded in muffled moans, all she could truly muster. Such a busy girl, managing all of that cock in her ass, seven inches and counting per second, all while keeping Lacey's firm, muscular cheeks spread and eating that forbidden door like her life depended on it. But manage she did, like a fucking professional.

Somehow, the more intense things got, the more energetic Conti became. One would think that as the pressure built, and ten inches rammed up her cock depository became eleven and so on, the balancing act of keeping both women bookending her satisfied would be too much. Normal girls, or even normal bottoms, would have to stop for a moment, either from the front or the back. They'd need a reprieve. Not Tantalizing Taynara, whose mouth remained on fire, reigning down licks upon Lacey's taut pipe like an assault machine gun, all while her stretched-out butthole scarfed up every last inch that Money Mella had to give.

"God...fuck, you're so...so...LOOSE! Fuck, it's incredible!" Mella stood in amazement, faux-balls deep inside that tremendous ass, her toned thighs pressed against the pair of tanned, round, jiggly cheeks below her. "That's it! This fucking settles it...you might be my new favorite bitch! I don't know...stiff competition and everything, but this ass, and your attitude, it's just soooo MONEY!!!"

"W-Wow, thank you, Mistress," Tay graciously moaned, pulling her face out of Lacey's ass just long enough to show her gratitude, before ultimately remembering her responsibilities and resuming the mission. And Tay wasn't the only one picking back up where she left off. Carmella, after taking a moment to allow her shock to dissipate, pulled her hips back, allowing inch after inch to trail from that tailpipe even quicker than they'd entered. Faster, a single thrust forced the entire length back inside, Mella's thighs and hips colliding into Tay's jiggly, gelatinous rear end like a freight train. The first of many delicious, mouth-watering thrusts.

Conti didn't have to wait long for the second, third, fourth, and beyond; Mella had fully gotten the awe of Tay's insane depravity out of her system and now? Now, it was go-time, full throttle. Admittedly, The Fabulous moon-walkin', trash-talkin' Princess of Staten Island was impressed with how truly pathetic and broken-in Tay was this early on in her WWE career. Shamefully, she'd even let that awesome impression slow her roll. But Mella, as always, found her way back on track and now that she had, Taynara was going to get the butt-busting a Brazilian booty like her's deserved, from the only top worthy of dishing one out.

Like a stallion or a bucking bronco, Carmella was ramming that cock up Tay's ass a mile a minute. There was no regard for the bitch's well-being, but such reckless behavior came with knowledge of Conti's past, her history with getting reamed out, and the understanding that she'd be just fine no matter how rough Mella was with her. She could take it, just like she'd take all 14 inches in record time. It helped that, at least for the moment, the lube that Carmella had applied at the start was still relatively fresh, making the ride in and out of the bum a smooth one even if The Judo Jezebel wasn't so loosey-goosey herself.

While Carmella pumped that perfect peach, Tay continued to eat Lacey's ass, getting that hole ready for her new Money Mistress. Moaning into those cheeks, her hot breath ricocheting off of The Sassy Southern Belle's holes between licks and slurps. Licks and slurps that Lacey herself and somewhat gotten lost in the process of receiving. The longer Tay's wonderful mouth worked, the less Lacey was able to deny how good all of this felt. Tay's tongue, first just licking and rimming the surface area of her asshole but now, after relaxing those anal muscles, had slipped inside. Wiggling around, getting acquainted with every nook and cranny. Well acquainted, to be exact.

Taynara didn't leave a single spot unchecked inside of Lacey's pipe. Top to bottom, side to side, every inch of that canal was lathered in spit; Tay truly took "get Lacey ready for Mella's cock" to heart. And honestly, there were no actual, fool-proof methods of preparation for taking a 14-inch strap-on cock up your ass. Only experience. And since Lacey lacked that one, very important thing, no amount of vigorous, enthusiastic licking or muscle relaxation could truly save the loving wife and mother currently bent over, getting her asshole eaten. But, that didn't mean Tay's efforts were all for naught. No, no, no...far from it. For Lacey Evans, a naturally strong woman, made even stronger by her time spent in the United States Armed Forces, was forced to come to terms with one simple fact. Regardless of the futility of the act itself, the truth was inarguable. Lacey liked the way Tay's tongue felt in her asshole.

The heat, the nerves that weren't used to be stoked in such a lecherous way, the strange but welcomed waves of pleasures that never seemed to stop. Everything combined and doubled, then tripled, until Lacey wasn't thinking about her job in WWE and how the only reason why she decided to join in on this threesome was to get that "push" she was promised. Nor was she thinking about her family back home, or wondering what they'd think if they saw her bent over with another woman's face in her ass. Literally, the only thing on her mind was how good it felt, until she couldn't hold it back anymore. Until Lacey let a single moan slip past her defenses, out into the ether, for the world to hear. And, unsurprisingly, that moan didn't go unnoticed by the most dominant woman in the room.

"Wait, wait...Tay, did you hear that?" Mella asked following a thunderous clapping of the Brazilian blonde's delicious cheeks.

"N-No," Tay weakly admitted, so focused on eating that ass and NOT completely letting the incredible feeling of getting her asshole wrecked that she hadn't actually heard the moan.

"She moaned," Mella succinctly explained, pointing at Lacey. "Like a little bitch."

"Wha...no! No I didn't!" Lacey denied, Taynara stopping to acknowledge Carmella giving Lacey enough time to come to. But, it was already far too. Mella loved to say that she "knows a bottom when she sees one", and the proof was in the pudding, as far as The Fabulous One was concerned. Sure, she'd already pegged lil' Lacey as a big, large-breasted bottom from the jump, mostly because compared to Money Mella EVERYONE may as well have been a bottom, but still. If Carmella wasn't sure before (which she was), then now, she was absolutely, posi-FUCKING-tively certain.

"Oh no? So, what? You're saying I'm fuckin', deaf or somethin'? That Money Mella's hearing shit?"

"No, I'm not sayin' that 'bout y'all," Lacey quickly jumped on the defensive, but didn't get another word out before Mella, FABULOUS and fired up, interrupted.

"Nope, save it! Here's the thing, Private: Sergeant Major Mella doesn't give a fuck what you're saying! Not one. Literally, not a single fuck. Why? Because I KNOW what I heard. And what I HEARD was you moaning like a little bitch from this whore's tongue weaseling around in your fuckhole. Which tells me one thing, Lace. Do you know what that is?"

"No," Lacey sighed. "But whatever it is, I'm sure I'm not gonna like it."

Mella grinned. "Like it or not, it tells me that you are exactly what I thought you to be, bitch. Fuckmeat. Fresh, grade A fuckmeat, unclaimed and waiting for a real goddess to come and awaken you."

"A-Awaken?"

"Yes, bitch, awaken. God, are you pathetic AND dumb?"

"Are YOU always this rude to people?" Lacey quipped back, as Tay hung her head, desperately waiting for Carmella to start pummeling her butt again. But, unfortunately, it didn't look like that would be happening in the immediate future, especially after Carmella's next announcement.

"When it's me, an Earth-walking goddess talking to you, Private Fuckmeat, it's not being 'rude'. It's nature taking its course."

"Ya know, you sure do think highly of yourself, don't 'cha?"

Mella rolled her eyes; entertaining this bitch was hardly even amusing at this point. "Yes. I do. And so do all of my other loyal worshipers, including this one, right here," Carmella assured, stroking Tay's ass cheek like one would a cat's silky coat. "Tay, you wouldn't mind if I cut your turn a bit short in exchange for helping you and this bitch see eye to eye when it comes to who you both belong to, would you?"

Truthfully, she did mind. Like, a lot. If there was one thing Taynara Conti loved most of all, it was getting her fat, Brazilian booty fucked by massive girlcocks. But, obeying a command from a strong, confident woman was high up that list too, especially coming from someone as strong and confident as Mella. And, considering Tay quite enjoyed the prospect of serving her Money Mistress going forward, giving up that cock was a sacrifice she WAS willing to make, even if it was also a bitter pill to swallow.

"Yes, my Money Mistress," Tay, in her incredibly thick accent, forced herself to admit, thus proving Carmella's point.

"Well, there we are, Private. Looks like your ass is up to bat!" Mella laughed, slowly plucking her cock from Tay's ass, giving those cheeks a nice 'get out of the way' smack once she was fully unsheathed. Tay quickly adhered, quickly scurrying out of the way despite being weak in the knees, giving Carmella a clear path to jump behind Lacey. Mella did just that, bringing the lube along as a means of additional support.

"You know, you like to mouth off to your superiors a lot? Didn't they teach you anything in the military?" Mella asked, popping the cap and squirting more lube on cock, which was already coated in a fresh round of Tay's booty cream.

"Y'all really shouldn't make jokes about the military," Lacey advised before wincing as the cold, slippery lube hit her opening; a generous amount for the newbie.

"Eh, I'll do whatever I want, like always," Mella dismissed cockily before asking, "I know this is probably a stupid question but, is this your first time doing anal?"

"With a girl, yes," Lacey answered unenthusiastically.

"With a girl? So, that means what I think it means, right? God, you wasted your butt cherry on your stupid husband? That's so fucking lame! So NOT money!"

"Hey, y'all watch yer fucking mouth!" Lacey snapped in defense of her husband. "I got a lot of patience, and if it means getting ahead in my new job, I can put up with a lot. But I'm warning you now...don't talk about my family."

"Or what, bitch?" Mella sassily asked, slapping Lacey's already bruised butt, forcing the big, blonde bitch to yelp. "Yeah, that's what I thought! You're not gonna do shit but sit there, shut up, and take this dick up your ass!"

Lacey simply looked back, scowling, but considering she didn't say a word, her actions left Carmella with all the power.

"You know, it's a real shame that I'm not going to get to really take your cherry. But, hehe, I guess in a way, I'll still be the first to give this asshole what it really needs!"

"My husband gave me more than enough when we experimented, sweetheart," Lacey fired back.

Mella, stroking her shaft, feigned sorrow as she responded, "Oh...oh, honey...I don't 'experiment'. I'm Money Mella...my fucking cock is all-powerful. Strong and absolute. I don't care how 'enough' your cuck was because, this..." Mella trailed, slapping her big, fat girlcock on Lacey's beaten ass cheek over and over for emphasis. "This shit is gonna change your life."

Truly an emphatic statement, but if there was one thing that Carmella was good at besides fucking butts and looking pretty, it was running her mouth. So, as she stroked her cock before lining it up with Lacey's butthole, she barked one last decree. "Get ready, Private. All of your training, everything you've ever learned...it's all been building to this moment..."

Get ready she did, Lacey Evans bracing for the absolute worst. Smart girl. She braced, took a deep, long breath, and closed her eyes as Mella's cock pressed against her tight, practically-virgin hole. Mella took a deep breath as well, understanding the talk task ahead of her but, like a true topping professional, welcomed the challenge. Stuffing 14 inches of man-made fuckstick up what essentially was an un-fucked asshole wouldn't be easy, a fact proven very quickly by Carmella's first attempt at insertion dieing a death almost immediately.

Push she did, yet, no luck. Lacey's butt, even with the lube and oral preparation, was too tight. She squealed and hollered until Mella pulled back, her predatory instincts immediately kicking in as she reached for the lube once more. Even more was applied, copious amounts dripping down both ladies legs; it wasn't the prettiest of methods, but Mella was determined to make her latest bitch take that dick. And whether Lacey liked it or not, one fact still remained: Money Mella ALWAYS gets what she wants.

So, after applying more lube, Carmella tried again, hoping for better luck. And sure enough, the extra grease and a bit more force was all it took to get over the hump and to stuff the head into that butt. Lacey cried out loudly, the pain immeasurably intense and Mella, always the expert, made sure to take it easy once she got inside. She knew slow and steady would win this race. After all, this wasn't a used up, broken down hole like Taynara's. This thing was practically brand new.

"There you go, bitch...there you go! The hardest part is over! Now, your Money Mistress can take care of you!" Mella grunted, words that were promptly ignored in the midst of Lacey's pathetic wailing. Carmella combatted these hopeless cries with a wave of calm, soothing, "Take it, bitch,"-esque phrases as she slowly pressed on, grabbing hold of those hips and guiding her shaft deeper into that narrow passage.

And as she continued to navigate, whispering things like, "That's it...there we go," and "Give it to me...give it to your Money Mistress," Mella reveled in the feeling of breaking open a new asshole for the first time in months. Sure, she didn't get to add a cherry to her infuriatingly small collection, but that didn't change the fact that properly stretching out a butthole like Lacey's was one of Carmella's many favorite things about topping.

Yeah, a lot more work than enjoying an already worthless bitch like Tay, whose asshole is so stretched out 3 cocks could probably fit fairly easily. But, doing the hard work, taking a bitch from unfucked to loose and pathetic was euphoric, to say the least.

Obviously, such an act always began with the bitch-in-training crying and whining, just like Lacey was as more and more cock was slowly added into the fray. But, Private Fuckmeat was already showing her pure "bitch" potential, instinctively reaching back to separate her cheeks, an act that would both alleviate the intense pain and make it easier for Mella to slip even more inside. More and more, more and more, the journey ever so long and arduous. The deeper Mella sank, the more resistance she felt. Pushback, until she couldn't go any further. Lacey powered through the pain but it was no use. She couldn't take that whole, massive cock quite yet.

Where other tops would fail though, Carmella excelled by flipping the script. Instead of powering through, completely demolishing Lacey's asshole, Money Mella pulled out. Agonizing and plodding, the extraction, surprisingly, just as bad for The Sassy Southern Belle, but not nearly as bad as being forced to take the other half of that cock would've felt. Clearly, she wasn't ready. It was fine; not all pieces of bitch ass are created equal. Carmella would wreck Lacey's booty in time...for now, short, gentle strokes were the way to go.

Something to really start opening that hole up. No rushing; rarely did Carmella ever rush anything, let alone breaking in a bitch's ass. Of course, if there was ever anything to take seriously, it was pounding pure bottom booty meat. When it came to fucking butts and breaking bitches, Carmella was as serious as a judge; topping is her life's work, after all. And sure, Lacey may have been crying, her face as red as a tomato as tears streamed down from the excruciating pain. But she'd see the light. Soon enough, she'd realize her ass was designed for a superior alpha woman like her Money Mistress. Just not now.

And that's okay! It was fine because Carmella, nothing if not a patient mistress, was happy to take her time. Lacey couldn't handle the whole thing? Fine! Short, weak strokes were a-o-kay! Plenty enough to act as the introduction to Lacey's anal awakening. Soft pumps, in and out, the type that Carmella usually found pathetic and, normally, wouldn't be caught dead using. Buuuuut...her ability to adapt was ALSO what put The Fabulous One in a league of her own when it came to topping. So, Mella put her own beliefs to the side for the greater good, at least until the time came to try and amp things up again.

"Get over here, bitch!" Mella shot a demand in Tay's direction. "You're gonna suck this cock!"

"Ooh, yay!" Conti briefly celebrated before, of course, graciously accepting. "Thank you, Mistress!"

"You're welcome, whore! Now shut up and suck!" Mella grabbed Tay's head the second the blonde, Brazilian butt bitch arrived before her, forcing it down towards her shaft that, seconds later, popped out of Lacey's super-tight chute. Taynara quickly took the cock into her mouth as Lacey reveled in the momentary reprieve. Key word: momentary. Conti enjoyed the contents covering the first half of Mella's cock, sloppily sucking and bobbing her head up and down that shaft. But for a true, highly-skilled slutina, giving head to a measly 7 inches was nothing. A cake walk. So, Tay finshed her snack and promptly sent Mella on her way.

Or rather, since Money Mella was the ONLY real woman in attendance, followed her instructions, went ass-to-mouth like a good little cock-sucking bitch, leaving Carmella everything she needed to give Lacey's asshole another shot. And this time, Private Fuckmeat was taking every inch, whether she liked it or not. Mella, looking down at Tay, snapped her fingers and pointed at the bottle of lube, which was quickly handed to her. Even more applied to her cock and Lacey's butthole, Carmella stroking every inch of her massive length as she assured, "Alright, bitch! Round 2...ready?"

"No!" Lacey cried.

"Well then get ready, bitch!" Mella snapped back, her tone harsh and cutting before ultimately switching the subject matter to something a bit more motivational. Less FabuMella and more Sergeant Major Mella. "You can DO this, Private! Dig down deep! Your best bottoming is still inside of you, capiche? Just stay focused and pull it out!"

"I-I'm scared...I don't think I can!!!" Lacey blubbered.

"You can! Do you hear me?! Listen to your commanding officer, Private Fuckmeat: You have everything it takes to out-bottom this bitch," a quick motion to Tay. "Stop saying you can't when I know good and goddamn well that you can! I believe in you! Now...I'm gonna fuck your ass again, and you're gonna take every inch, got it?!"

"M...Ma'am, yes ma'am," Lacey whimpered, near inaudibly.

"Louder, Private!"

"MA'AM, YES MA'AM!!!!"

And with that, Lacey could feel the tears stop flowing. It was as if her ducts had been shut off.

With a sly grin, Carmella announced, "Good. Good. Now, spread those cheeks, Private, and make way for Major!" Lacey Evans did as instructed, something that, for whatever reason, was very easy with Carmella cosplaying as her commanding officer. Mella steadied her cock, lined it up and pushed forward, attempting to enter that ass again.

Already opened up a bit, and with the added lubrication, the initial entry was far easier this time around. Quicker too. Much less forcing, the head sliding in without all of the added effort. "Relax your butt, Private," Mella softly ordered. "Juuuuuust relax."

Surprisingly, Mella's motor mouth was actually quite helpful this time around. The advice of "relaxing her butt" was useful. Something Lacey hadn't thought to do, but once ordered, did exactly that. She actually tried to calm down, to relax and let that tenseness melt away. And it wasn't easy, especially when Carmella started stuffing her butt with cock again. But, she powered through. Lacey actually managed to hunker down and take that cock like the good little bitch Carmella knew she could be. And throughout the entire process, those words kept replaying in The Sassy Southern Belle's mind: "stop saying you can't".

Whether she wanted to succeed or not, and be a great bottom, Mella's words were absolute. The only thing holding Lacey back was herself. And while "submitting" wasn't ideal, sitting back and letting the pain control her was much, much worse. Really, not befitting of an ex-Marine. Though honestly, neither was taking a big, fat, girthy girlcock up her ass.

Of course, Money Mella believes in equal opportunity ass fuckings and, above all, that there truly was no shame in bottoming to the best around. The strongest top in the game today, and definitely the most-skilled, evidenced yet again by her ability to break down Lacey's asshole, near-virgin tight before, and loosen it enough to swallow every last inch. A marathon, not a sprint? Yes. But in the end, it didn't matter. All that mattered was Carmella's thighs came to rest against Lacey's bruised butt, and that 14 inches of man-made man-meat were lodged up Lacey's bootyhole.

"Oh, fuck, that's it, Private! That's every inch up your ass! See? Mmmm....see, bitch? I knew you could do it...you just needed me to guide you, right?"

"M...Ma'am...yes...ma'am," Lacey, suffering from an indescribable weight, weakly agreed.

"Mmmmm yeaaaah-how does it feel to have all that cock in your ass, bitch? Hubby didn't fill you up like this, did he?"

It pained her to admit it and subsequently disrespect her dear husband, but anything other than the truth was too hard to process. "N-No, ma'am."

"Yeah, I didn't fucking think so! Hahahaha! Why? Because this is MY ass now, Private!"

"Please...stop," Lacey pathetically begged for the humiliation to cease and, luckily for her, Mella was just about to move on anyway. Move on to the main event.

"I'm a giving Mistress, Lace, so..." Carmella suddenly began to retract her hips. "Your wish is my command!"

Just like that, the cock extraction began, but unlike last time, Carmella had a full, 14 inches to remove. She still took her time and didn't rush a second, but Lacey was completely immobilized by the rush, in any case. Completely useless as inch after inch was removed from her butt, nearly a full minute between Mella's last words and the tip being all that was left inside of The Private. But of course, "just the tip" didn't last for long. A means to an end. Specifically, the first devastating anal thrust of Lacey's life.

Even at a snail's pace, the second Carmella's hips pressed forward, Lacey could tell that she was in for an experience unlike any other. Money Mella's slow trekk, the re-defiling that would soon become Lacey's first proper ass-fucking, was nearly as agonizing as the initial entry. Not quite as painful, but still packing plenty of sting. But when that re-defiling was repeated again, and again, and again, getting easier each time? It became very obvious just how good Carmella really was at this whole topping thing, if all the other indications weren't enough already.

So seamless and flawless, never going too fast to make the experience completely unbearable, but also never lingering in one place for too long, just to keep Lacey as stretched as possible. Stretched and ready for more, which came gradually. The first thrust endured for minutes on end, but by the time 10 had come and gone, Carmella was getting in and out in under as many seconds. Fairly impressive, but naturally, 14 inches will do that for you. Incredibly difficult in the beginning, but Mella was always under the belief that assholes were made to stretch as wide as necessary...well, except for her own, anyway.

Nevertheless, by the time the 15th had come around, Mella was moving, and Lacey's pathetic pleas and crying had all but officially dried up. The pain had subsided, largely, and while Private Fuckmeat wasn't keen on calling any part of her torment pleasurable quite yet, it had at least come far enough to resemble sex more than torture, at least. At least...while Mella was taking things slow.

Easy does it, as they say, and when using an absolute rectum wrecker on what could essentially be considered an virgin-tight asshole, easy was probably the only thing that would do it, at least for a while. But, not only did Carmella NOT have that kind of time, but she didn't have the patience, either. Maybe an honest mistake, maybe a bonehead play, but Carmella took quite a bit of stock in Lacey's progress thus far. Simply managing to take a slow sodomization from a rox like this was impressive in its own. Surely she could manage a bit more, right?

So, Mella gave a bit more. And, a bit more was manageable for Lacey's inexperienced asshole. What was NOT manageable, however, was what came with "a bit more". Or, in other words, the thrusting speed increased at a far quicker pace. Rather than strictly taking things slow, Mella began to noticeably turn the dial, spiking that shaft in and out much more rapidly. And while the pace was hardly brutal or breakneck, it was far too much for Lacey to handle, the blonde immediately tapping out as soon as it became too much. Sadly, the motivation that Carmella had instilled within her had already run out, and so too did her will to fight through the intensity.

"WAIT, WAIT! PLEASE, STOP!" Lacey screamed in agony. Instantly but begrudgingly, Mella obeyed.

"What? What is it?" Mella asked, annoyed; she'd already put so much effort into Lacey and still, the bitch wasn't complying the way she wanted.

"I...I can't handle it! I can't! I'm sorry, just please! Please, stop!"

For the first time in her topping career, Carmella wasn't sure what to do next. She'd tried practically everything, thrown all but the kitchen sink at building Lacey, getting her to enjoy all that bottoming to The Fabulous One has to offer. It was painfully obvious that the only thing that would truly wake Evans up was time. More time and even more fucking effort. Truly a challenge where no challenge should've been necessary. The thought alone was enough for Mella to bury her head in her palms in frustration.

When she semi-recovered, Carmella shook her head in disgust as she slowly plucked her cock from that asshole again. This time, she removed it completely, and re-set her sights on Tay Conti's beautiful, Brazilian bottom. A booty that wouldn't let her down. Snapping her fingers, Carmella looked the judoka directly in the eyes as she ordered, "Assume the position, bitch!"

"Yes, Mistress Carmella," Tay quickly and softly agreed. She understood that she shouldn't try and poke the bear, considering Mella was already enraged. The last thing she wanted was any residual disappointment and disgust.

"Good, good," Mella sternly settled, the jokey, almost playful tone she's become known for completely gone. Carmella sounded more serious than ever. "A piece of ass that realizes what it is. Thank you, Tay."

"Y-You're welcome, Mistress," Tay graciously accepted, swarmed in rapture.

Mella shook her head and, once again, plunged her cock into Taynara's awaiting, loose asshole. Conti moaned as every inch was buried into her deepest depths in one fluid motion. And as her thighs came in contact with those jiggly cheeks again, Carmella also moaned a comically huge sigh of relief. Looking directly at Lacey, connected to Conti at the hip, Carmella said, "That's how it's done! That's how a bitch takes a cock in her ass!" Lacey, still whimpering from the pain of her having her own ass violated, lowered her head in shame as Carmella continued to sodomize Tay, all while barking out more indirect insults.

"Fuck, yes! This is it!" Mella praised as her hips pumped, her cock easily gliding through Conti's pipe. "YOU'RE a bottom! This is the asshole of a true bottom! Not some wannabe bitch!"

"I-I," Lacey jumped in, taking offense but immediately hesitating in fear of what could come as a result of her words. But, Mella was playing anymore.

"You what, bitch? You got something to say over there, Private Fuckmeat?! Something to disappoint me again!"

"I was just gonna say that I never wanted to be a bottom in the first place!" Lacey insisted with a sniffle.

Mella burst into a laughing fit. Mid-way through recovering, she asked, "Ah, yeah, I forgot! You think you still get to decide that! Ahahaha!"

"Why's that so funny?!" Lacey asked, her face beet red both from the crying and the embarrassment.

"Because you're no better than this bitch, that's why! You were so quick to give in to everything, all in the name of a little push in developmental? Bullshit! I call straight-up bullshit! A part of you wanted this, I know it! I can see it! But you're too insecure to admit it!"

"Y'all don't know nothin'!" Lacey assured.

"Yeah, just like you didn't love when this bitch was eating your ass, right? Or you didn't love eating me out? Yeah, bullshit, because it was obvious! I know you want this, it's inside of you, but you're too worried about everything else to let go and give in. So, you might as well make up your mind about being here already!"

"I already told y'all, I never wanted to be here!"

"Not here, in this hotel room, you dumb bitch! Here, in the WWE! Because whether you like it or not, this is what we do! And it seems to me like you'd prefer if this was a clean, wholesome locker room, where nothing fun ever happens. Topping or bottoming, you'd rather stay uninvolved. Right?" Carmella slowed down her pace significantly, focusing more on her argument than the piece of ass she was piping down.

Lacey nodded.

"Exactly. And that's just not gonna cut it. Topping and bottoming? That's the way this company has been since the very beginning. The world isn't gonna change itself for YOU, sweetheart, so you need to change for IT. Otherwise, you're at risk every single day," Carmella explained and, suddenly, Lacey looked a bit more worried than she had before.

"What...what do y'all mean by that?"

"I know you're new, but I'm assuming you're familiar with Stephanie McMahon?"

"I-I've never met her before but, yeah, I'm familiar," Lacey confirmed.

"Well, just try to imagine how 'happy' she'll be with you when she finds out that you don't play well with others," Carmella snarked, the comment dropping like a bombshell.

"You'd do that? What about our agreement?" Lacey asked, shocked.

Mella rolled her eyes, "Oh, that? The thing that you can't prove that I agreed to?"

"That's fucked!" Lacey barked. "I thought we-"

"Nope!" Carmella cut her off. "That's your problem right there! You think too goddamn much! You're supposed to be MY bitch, okay, slut? Leave the thinking to the big girls and just worry about sucking and fucking."

"This is bullshit!" Lacey cried out before turning her attention to Tay and asking, "Do you approve of this?"

Conti giggled between moans and reminded, "I mean, M-Mistress shitting on you to Stephanie doesn't affect me, n-now does it?" Lacey snarled back to the Brazilian as Mella picked up the conversation.

"That is.... exactly right, bitch!" Carmella excitedly assured. "You've more than earned your 'good word'. But Lacey? You're pathetic! You've shown flashes of potential, yet, you fail me practically every step of the way. Why shouldn't I bury you? You're already asking for it just trying to stay neutral and uninvolved in the backstage culture. Might as well cut out the middleman, Private!"

"Please don't!" Lacey begged, Mella shaking her head as she picked up her thrusting pace again.

Completely ignoring the private's plea, she dismissed, "You can go now, Private Fuckmeat. I'm done with you. Close the door on the way out, please and thank you. I'll be speaking with Stephanie very, very soon and, hehe, I guess you will be, too? HAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"NO, PLEASE!" Lacey desperately pleaded. "I really love this job!"

"Not for long, bitch! Ahahahaha!" Mella cruelly replied, doubling down on the emotional torture and, thus, forcing Private Fuckmeat to play right into her hand as her cock plunged in and out of Tay Conti's butthole at a destructive pace.

Lacey held her head in shame. She knew exactly what needed to be done, no matter how hard it was. It would hurt, God would it hurt. But Carmella threatening her new career was still much worse. And while Lacey would've liked to call Mella's bluff, and bank on the possibility that The Princess of Staten Island's connections weren't as tight as she was letting on, it was too risky to test. Because if anybody really could end her new life as a professional wrestler prematurely, it was The Ruler of the Queendom, Stephanie McMahon.

"Okay...you win," Lacey gave in, downtrodden. She bent over again, spread her cheeks and said, "Let's give this another shot."

Mella, somewhat surprised, furrowed her brows and asked in between powerful thrusts, "Umm, what?"

"You were upset with me because I made you too fucking my ass, right? So, I'm willing to try again," Lacey explained.

"Oh boy...Private, there are a LOT of reasons why I'm upset with you. You're cuck failing to stretch you out for my thick, girthy girlcock is only one of them."

"Huh?"

Mella sighed, forced to elaborate. "You being too tight and too weak to take my massive dick isn't the main problem here, bitch. It's your attitude. You said it yourself: you don't want to be here. You don't want to submit to me, despite the fact that if you weren't, then some other top would've just swooped in and manipulated you just like I did when I swiped you from Poochie Lexi. It's inevitable. Fate. And I'm pretty much done trying to convince a dumb-as-rocks rookie bitch that her fate in this company is sealed. So, you go, and I'll be meeting with Steph very soon to discuss your future."

"Please don't..." Lacey begged with a whimper, sounding more genuine...and afraid than ever before. "Just give me another chance-"

"ANOTHER chance?!" Mella groaned.

"Yes, please. One more chance and I swear, I'll make the best of it! I'll do whatever y'all say, I promise."

"Hmmm, I feel like I've...HEARD THAT ONE BEFORE!?"

"I'm sorry about what happened before, really, I am! But I really like this job! So...please...Money Mistress?" Carmella's ears perked up, as a smile spread across her face as Lacey finished. "Let me have another shot to prove myself?"

Mella stopped, dead in her tracks, leaving Tay a complete mess, pathetically clutched her fat butt cheeks as her desperation for cock rapidly grew, despite the fact her hole was already stuffed; a stationary cock wasn't enough to satiate her lust. Nevertheless, Carmella's attention was on Lacey, as it had been most of the night. The tougher nut to crack. But at long last, it felt Mella might finally be on her way to doing just that.

"You want another chance, bitch? You'll do whatever I say? Then, start fingering your ass for me."

"Finger...my ass?"

Mella rolled her eyes. "Yeah, do you need a tutorial? Is it that hard to understand?"

"No, no, I get it. Okay...finger my ass. I can do that," Lacey assured with a deep, calming breath, as she found the courage to reach back and bring the tip of her right middle finger up to her asshole. As she did, Carmella gave Taynara's libido exactly what it needed, and forcefully pummeled that peach again.

"What are you waiting for? Go on! Stick it in!" Mella ordered a hesitant Lacey, who finally gave in and did exactly that. She plunged that digit as deep into her bum as it would go, all in one shot. Much to her surprise, it didn't hurt one bit. Not that such a fact really SHOULD'VE been a surprise, but after you've been completely ripped apart by a massive girlcock, anything up your butt, regardless of the size, would leave you a bit worried. Luckily, Lacey's worries were quickly proven untrue.

Her finger was small, easily swallowed by her warm, welcoming bowels. So easily that Mella was quick to encourage another to join the fray. "Go ahead and stick two in there! You can handle it!" That she could, and the shock of gobbling up the first left Lacey confident that it was possible. So, she took the challenge and forced her index finger into her asshole.

Lacey gasped but persisted past the slight discomfort to shove the second inside, knuckle deep. She held them there, a wise choice as her muscles settled down and relaxed. But, it wasn't long before Carmella was barking more orders. "Get going, Private! I need to see those fingers pumping into that ass like yesterday!"

"Y-Yes...my Money Mistress," Lacey replied and did as instructed, pulling her fingers out before forcefully shoving them back in. And then a second and third time and so on, officially finger fucking her own ass. And while any kind of anal stimulation was still incredibly jarring, the differences between her fingers and Mella's cock were immediately noticeable.

How could it not be, right? Two skinny, shrimpy fingers were nothing compared to Carmella's huge dong, not even close. But the size wasn't the only difference that caught Lacey's attention and made the experience much more bearable. The ability to control the pace and force as well, was a major positive. She was already pretty loose, but her lack of anal experience still made the occasion jolt forward uncomfortable and, at times, painful. Controlling the pace though, allowed Lacey that privilege of stopping whenever she liked. So, when things got dicey, she could simply stop, breathe, and try again. And boy, did it make a world of difference!

As Lacey studied the differences between getting fucked and fingering herself, Mella, at long last, focused her attention on her favorite sight in the world. Among the litany, be it a fat ass jiggly after a particularly harsh spanking or the pure look of ecstasy on the face of a bitch wholly devoted to her, nothing was truly as beautiful to The Money Mistress as a pair of juicy, delicious butt cheeks clapping into her thighs after every forceful thrust. The sounds of lust pouring from the poor bitch's mouth like a leaky faucet, the way her asshole shaped around Carmella's cock and accepted its status as a fuckhole. Honestly, Carmella loved all facets of topping, but nothing could never and would never compare to the thrill of fucking a fat-assed bitch's...well...fat ass.

Balancing her attention between two ladies of varying skills and experiences was a new one for Mella; she'd never topped two girls at once, at least not like this. Life on the road was busy, and her time as a supertop with five devoted sex slaves was still rather new. They couldn't all accompany her at once, usually because they were signed to different brands; this was especially true of Sasha Banks, still to this date arguably Carmella's greatest conquest. Still, Carmella usually had at least a few bitches on hand, accompanying her to various hotel and locker rooms across the states and beyond. But only after they'd already devoted themselves to their Money Mistress.

Now, Carmella was finding out first-hand how truly difficult it was to try and satisfy an already-broken anal whore's ravenous appetite whilst also attempting to get a second on the same page. It wasn't easy, but the good news was, it seemed as though she'd finally found her sweet spot. Occasional glances over to the military-trained blonde bimbo pumping her fingers into that anal cavity like an obedient little bitch. Progress! Progress was good, especially when it gave Carmella all the incentive she needed to give Tay Conti's roomy rump exactly what IT needed. A proper, brutal rectum wrecking from the strongest top around. And even further, reassurance that nobody was worth submitting to more than The Princess of Staten Island.

Because rest-assured! As much as Carmella wanted to add a veteran of the US Armed Forces into her collection of broken babes just for the hell of it, the apple-bottom of her eyes was very much still Taynara's perfect, fat Brazilian booty. The ass that had caught her attention more than any other perusing the Mae Young Classic taping's locker room of talent. Lacey has gotten the bulk of Carmella's attention tonight because she was unbroken, not because her ass was more to Mella's liking, make no mistake. And with The Sassy Southern Belle focused entirely only finger-pumping her pipe, Mella could finally give Tay's huge cheeks what they really deserved, and cement herself as their permanent owner.

So, after one final command out of the way, keeping Lacey's progress from stalling, "3 fingers, Private! Now!", Evans quickly and immediately complying by wincing through a third entry and continuing to feed her asshole, Carmella set her sights on pure ass destruction. She plunged all the way into Tay's deepest depths, just the same as she'd done so many times. But instead of immediately pulling back out to prepare for another rotation, Carmella seized the hot Brazilian babe's arms. Then, following another unsheathing, used the leverage to forcefully pull Conti into another brutal thrust. And then another, and another, and another, ramming that asshole with little regard for anything other than complete and total anal annihilation. And naturally, Tay Conti loved every second.

Of course, she'd also loved every other second of her night with the WWE's Money Mistress as well. An incredibly strong and supremely confident top like Carmella was exactly what the doctor ordered for an openly submissive little bitch such as herself, especially with how slim pickings actual tops were in NXT. Truthfully, there was only one. One unbeatable, all-powerful top that even Mella herself had a run-in with the night she collected Zelina Vega. The unblemish, incomparable Empress of Tomorrow, Asuka.

For a bottom in NXT, all roads currently lead to Asuka. She'd slain every challenger, broken every wannabe top and fucked every ass on her way to notching well-over a hundred victories without a single loss to her record. The Empress was incredible and her reign was impressive. There was practically nobody left to even challenge her. Which meant two things: one, that her dominance was absolute and supreme but, also, two...that her time was incredibly valuable. With so many bottoms and so few tops, The Empress essentially had a locker room full of asses to fuck whenever she liked. Which was great...for her! But terrible for bottoms like Tay, desperate for a regular ass fucking but forced to ration her desires with dozens of other bitches.

Occasionally, she'd managed to convince another weak bitch to don a strap and pound her peach, but such an experience was the equivalent of taking a middle school basketball player and forcing him to play in the NBA. A bottom didn't have the skills or strength necessary to satisfy another bottom, and while there WERE still a few switches left in NXT, Tay needed regular butt-bustings from a real top. An alpha-contender. And with each passing thrust, Taynara was happier and happier with her decision to disregard Empress Asuka.

Which, admittedly, was a massive relief for Tay! Because she knew, unfortunately, just how Empress Asuka would react if or when she found out about her whoring herself out to another mistress. Needless to say, she wouldn't be very happy about it! Luckily, Asuka hadn't even given Tay the time of day in weeks anyhow, let alone fucked her ass the way Carmella was right now, ruthlessly ramming that rod into her shit-pipe so devastatingly, Conti would've creamed just thinking about it, much less experiencing it. So, it wasn't likely that Asuka would even notice her absence. Which means more time for her new Money Mistress and that fabulously fat cock! Oh, how exciting?!

The excitement only continued, too, changing shape as the butt-pounding progressed, Carmella yanking Tay up into an upright position. The Fabulous One skillfully locked up one of Tay's arms, also using one of her own to snake around and grope the platinum blonde's small, natural tits. And it was here, upright, with that cock seeming to find new levels of pleasure, new depths and spots Tay didn't even know existed, that any and all thoughts of Empress Asuka drifted away into nothingness. Disappeared and replaced by vivid images of the most FABULOUS and money mistress in all of pro wrestling, Carmella, only made clearer by the woman dominating her mind and body barking into her ear.

"You like that, bitch? Huh?! You like when Money Mella fucking wrecks your fat ass, huh, bitch?! Lacey, four fingers, pronto! Mmmm...keep fingering that ass bitch because you'll be next, don't worry. But right now, it's all about you, Tay!" Lacey adhered; the three-digit fingering had stretched out her entrance surprisingly well, making adding a fourth less difficult than it would've been even moments earlier.

"Oh fuck...fuck, yes, Mistress!" Tay squealed pathetically, her endorphins on fire. "You fuck my ass so good!"

"You know it, bitch," Mella purred, her hips a flaming flurry. "You know that's MY ass!"

"It's your ass..." Tay purred back.

"MY FUCKING ASS!!!"

"OH GOD, IT'S YOUR FUCKING ASS!!!"

A lighting-fast, hyper-focused volley of thrusts followed, testing the limits of Tay's bottoming abilities. With the pleasure and intensity peaking past anything she'd ever felt before, naturally, the desire to cum was constant and persistent. Holding back was obvious yet extremely difficult, even for a well-trained bottom such as herself. But, like a true professional, Tay persisted plenty long enough for Mella's own intuition to kick in and offer a change of pace to keep her bitch going.

Before Taynara could fall too deep, Carmella slowed down and gently lowered herself back, bringing Tay along and seamlessly transitioning into reverse cowgirl. A harsh slap to that fat bum followed, accompanied by the order, "Ride, bitch!", quickly forcing Taynara to get to work grinding her big, Brazilian booty up and down that pole like clockwork. Yet another bottoming task she was blatantly experienced and skilled in. Very, VERY skilled.

Tay's booty werk was second to none, putting on a show with her cheeks just as she'd done with the striptease earlier, all while Carmella sat back, enjoyed, and barked one more order to the other bitch in the room. "Great Job, Private! Great fucking job! But...you've got one more finger right?" Mella asked, referencing Lacey's thumb, the only digit on her right hand NOT up her asshole.

"M-My...thumb?" Lacey asked, pausing her self-induced stroking.

"Yes, what else? Now, do as you're told and stick that thumb and the rest of your hand up that ass! Go, do it!"

"My whole hand?!" Lacey asked, shocked. "I...no, that's crazy, I..."

Mella's eyes sharpened, glaring a hole through the ex-Marine for even thinking about backing down from yet another challenge, acting as a reminder for why, exactly, failure or disobedience wasn't an option. "I...I'm gonna do exactly as you say, my Money Mistress, " Lacey admitted, scared into submission.

"Good bitch! Now, fucking go! Double-time! I wanna see that whole fist up that slutty fucking ass, capiché? No funny business and no half-assing it!"

"Yes, Mistress," Lacey groaned, completely defeated. Once again, worry crept into her mind. Worry about how painful it would be, how she'd be ripped apart, just like she had with Carmella's cock. Fear. But, as scary as that potential was, nothing was scarier than the thought of losing her new, awesome job as a WWE Superstar. So, Lacey sucked it up, pulled the four fingers out of her ass, and prepared to re-enter with all five. A few deep breaths and a moment to brace, and Lacey gave it a shot.

All five were pushed in, her mouth dropping open as her asshole spread to accommodate the massive girth of her entire hand. Girth that thankfully she had met before, earlier, since Mella's cock was essentially the same size around as Lacey's hand. Though, Carmella's strap-on was a lot less rigid, and obviously, didn't have knuckles or fingernails to poke and prod. But Lacey persisted like a good soldier. Chin up, upper lip sucked in. No more crying and no more whining. The Sassy Southern Belle was finally motivated enough to impress her Money Mistress to-be.

And gosh, impressed Carmella was! Hell, "impressed" was actually an understatement! She was sure that Lacey would find some way to back out again, or at the very least, take her sweet time actually forcing that whole fist up her asshole! But goodness gracious, Lacey had done it. And that was more than worthy of a bit of praise from Miss Moolah in the Bank.

"Mmmm fuuuuck-there you go, Private! Fuckin' fist that ass, bitch! Fist it! Show Sergeant Major Mella that you can be a good little whore!" Carmella demanded. And Lacey, experiencing a myriad of emotions, didn't waste any time complying. A quick, weak, "Yes, Mistress," words that she found herself saying easier and easier, and Evans was on her way.

And naturally, at first, shoving her entire fist in and out of her ass was incredibly intense in a number of ways. Almost too intense. Almost, but whether it was one finger, five or her whole hand, one thing remained the same: it was HER hand, and Lacey could take things as slowly or as quickly as she liked. And just like before, if things got too rough, Lacey was able to even stop completely, a privilege that helped her pull through what could've been a very rough experience.

While she did, Carmella's eyes were still locked on the brilliant, gorgeous view in front of her. That Brazilian booty, so fat and jiggly, a complete anomaly on Taynara's fit and toned body, quaking at high magnitude as she rode that monster cock. And God, was Mella happy about it! The classic "bitch position", or face down, ass up was always a great way to pound a booty, but letting Tay ride and, more importantly, forcing her eyes to lock onto those cheeks in movement, was something Carmella had been fantasizing about since she laid eyes on that ass. Needless to say, the highly-skilled judoka delivered in spades. And from the looks of Lacey's progress, Conti wasn't the only babe delivering.

Maybe it was Carmella's strap-on work from earlier that had really stretched her asshole out, or the gradually intensifying fingering, but Lacey it wasn't long before Lacey was handling herself very well with an entire fist up her booty. Taking things slow was an obvious approach from the start, but she soon found the confidence and courage to fist her own ass at a faster pace. Consistency, and more importantly, consistency with a lack of pain or agony. Not completely, but compared to what she'd undergone face-to-face, one-on-one with Money Mella, this was nothing.

The ease was quite surprising, eventually even leading Lacey to get a bit overzealous with her gradual pace progression. Obviously following the strict orders from her commanding officer but, before long, and practically without noticing, Lacey was absolutely hammering her own ass. Honestly, the difference in speed would've gone COMPLETELY unnoticed, had it not been for the VERY noticeable difference in feeling and intensity.

Admittedly, the individual fingering never felt bad to Lacey. A bit uncomfortable at times, sure, painful as well, but overall, the experience wasn't "bad". But, she also wouldn't say it felt good either, or even particularly interesting. This, though? Absolutely wrecking her own ass? Very quickly, it became very hard to deny. Once her asshole properly opened up, at long last, those feelings that Carmella assured Lacey were inside of her all along became easier to understand. It may have taken her awhile, but Lacey finally found something as enjoyable as having her butt licked by Tay. The only difference was, this intensity didn't stop growing. Not even close.

It didn't peak and it didn't stagnate. Lacey pumped and pumped, slamming her fist into her pipe faster and harder, and every time she did, it felt a little bit more pleasurable, a little easier to take. Better. And naturally, Lacey only grew more comfortable with the situation, more comfortable with a fist in her ass, which opened the door for her growing pleasure to become a little less internal. For the passion to materialize in the form of moans pouring from her mouth.

Sounds that she'd made earlier, that Carmella had heard Lacey make before. But this was different. Tay's little tongue licking and wiggling wasn't the culprit. No, it was her own fist, something bigger, wider, and harder. Something she should've found painful and yet, was downright pleasant. The work has been done; Lacey had gotten past the toughest parts of this night and now, she was able to reap the rewards.

Much like Tay had been from the very start, and especially now, grinding her fat booty up and down Mella's massive rod. Now though, Tay's moans were completely uncontrollable, which could only mean one thing: Conti was testing her limits. She'd taken a lot to be fair, holding off for quite some time on her first night with a superior main roster mistress. And surely, she could take more. But Tay's growing desire to cum combined with Lacey's erotic moans presented Carmella with the perfect opportunity to finally seal the deal on both girls.

First, she targeted Lacey.

"Mmmmm-I hear that shit, Private! You love that fist in your ass!" Mella pointed out.

Lacey, consumed by her duties, could hardly think long enough to process a response. So, she didn't, instead keeping the focus of pumping her hand into her now-stretched asshole. Exactly Mella's next point.

"Ignore me all you want, but I can hear, bitch! I know you like it! Mmmmm-I know you do! But just think how good my cock would feel up that butt now! Going deeper and hitting spots you can't even begin to fathom!"

Again, more ignorance from Lacey's end. But Carmella wasn't finished making her final push just yet. No, she was all in, double or nothing. "You wanna feel as good as Tay, don't you, Private? Don't you want your entire body wrapped in pleasure?! To know a feeling greater than anything you've ever felt before?!"

Lacey had heard every word Carmella was saying. Every syllable. Granted, it wasn't exactly loud and clear, but she heard it nevertheless. While most of Mella's persuasions were intriguing, it wasn't until she brought attention to Taynara that Lacey really started listening. Because for every bit as enthralled as The Sassy Southern Belle was, a simple look towards the platinum-blonde Brazilian was enough to tell that she felt 1000% better. So good that her entire world revolved around that cock and her asshole. Hell, even Lacey could tell that she was on the verge of cumming too, which simple reasoning would tell you was quite the feat considering just how slutty Tay was. And it was hard not to envy it, especially as The Princess of Staten Island continued to pile on.

"Tay? You wanna cum, don't you, bitch?" Mella asked as the trained judoka slammed her ass down for what had to have been the hundredth time at least, an action followed by The Money Mistress reaching out to grope and then smack those delicious butt cheeks. "Fucking cum like a good little bitch for your Money Mistress?"

"God-FUCK-please?" Tay didn't hesitate to answer. "I've b-been good, right?! Mmmmmm-a good girl! Ooooh-so can I please cum?"

"Fuuuuck...you know, I'd love to let you cum, Tay but...I'm just not done with your fat fucking ass yet!" Tay let out a deep, guttural groan, though not even she could tell if it was a happy or upset reaction; not getting to cum did equal more cock for her ass, after all. Either way, Mella wasn't finished speaking. "But I might be willing to consider if I had another butt to fuck...Private?"

Carmella turned her head, and stared a hole right through Lacey, still pumping her ass with her fist. "Are you ready to give me that ass again, Private?"

A simple question but, with context, couldn't have been more complex for Lacey to answer. Everything she'd experienced earlier tonight made the immediate answer "fuck no". The worry that Money Mella was still TOO MUCH woman for The Private to handle sat at the forefront of her mind but...she couldn't help but be intrigued by Mella's persuasions, Tay's reactions, and her own, as well.

Lacey knew what she was risking with a "yes". The pain from last time was still lingering in her mind, as well. But, it did so in opposition to what she was actually feeling in that moment, which was pure pleasure from her asshole. Carmella's cock was painful before, yes, but Lacey's own actions had proven that she was open and capable of handling gradual progression. From one finger to her entire fist, without anything ever even coming close to the agony she felt with Carmella's cock up her ass. And, admittedly, Lacey couldn't resist that next, logical step, especially when it wanted her even more than she wanted it.

"I-I...guess," Lacey muttered, balancing between worried and weighted.

"You guess, huh? Well that's not good enough to get Tay that little orgasm she wants, now is it?" Mella assured, faux-pouty. "No, that just won't do! I need conviction! I need to know that I'm gonna have another ass to fuck before I give this one a break!" Carmella's promo forced Lacey to ponder even more. But she didn't have long before Tay jumped in and added even more sizzle to the steak.

"C-C'mon, Lacey! Oh God...I wanna...I wanna cum sooooo bad! Please beg Mistress Carmella to fuck you a-already so I can cuuuum!" Tay, showing her true colors, begged a bottom for something. But for Mella's new Brazilian baddie, nothing ever truly was off limits. There was no such thing as humiliation, especially in the face of complete and total euphoria. And in any case, Taynara's begging served more purpose than JUST spurring on her orgasm. It also helped Lacey add a little spice to her response. Because anything that convince must truly be worth begging for.

"O-Okay...please? Please, my Money Mistress...fuck my ass again? Oh God...please make me feel like her!"

Carmella grinned from ear to ear. From pillar to post. She'd done it! She'd finally opened the door to fully break Lacey. A tough nut to crack, maybe the toughest yet, surprisingly; Lacey had the makings of a good top, if only a bit less trusting and a bit smarter. In any case, the length wasn't important. What truly mattered was the destination and now? Now, Carmella knew it was only a matter of time before there was nothing left of Private Fuckmeat.

"Go ahead, bitch! Fucking cum! And hurry up too!" Carmella barked, giving Taynara permission to pop off and God, did she ever! Immediately, Conti started riding that cock like a madwoman, punishing her asshole as if it owed her money. And in turn, Mella matched every movement, helping to bring her bitch to the promised land even faster by thrusting her hips. Already on the edge for as long as she had been, it wasn't long before Taynara was cumming her brains out.

"AHHHH FUUUUUUUCK! THANK YOU, MISTRESS!!!!" Tay screamed as she came, dopamine addicting every nerve until her entire body was shaking from that sweet, sweet release. A sweet release that even came with a visual aid to prove just how powerful her climax was, the cum squirting from her untouched cunt like a small geyser. Hell, Carmella's vigorous thrusting even pushed the judoka through a second, albeit smaller orgasm than drained whatever was left of her energy, leaving the bitch near-lifeless and opening the door for Money Mella to finally tame Lacey Evans' ass.

Taynara slumped her way to the floor and off of Mella's cock, which in no time at all, was peeking at The Sassy Southern Belle's booty. Mella, full of energy, ordered, "It's time, bitch!" A vague command that Lacey understood and silently followed by slowly removing her fist from her ass, a fist that she ATTEMPTED to place on the ground unknowingly. A harsh slap to that bum accompanied by the order, "Bitch, hold that hand up, Tay's not gonna let that butt juice go to waste! Tay! Get your fat ass over here and suck her hand clean!"

Hearing her name but barely even knowing where she was, Tay began to stir, still sapped of almost all of her energy. Yet, lethargy was nothing compared to her appetite for anything and everything that came with a proper bottoming experience. And if her rimjob earlier was any indication, there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell that Tay was gonna miss out on sucking Lacey's butt-covered fist.

So, as Taynara slowly crawled a few feet over, Mella lined up her cock, offering one last decree to Private Fuckmeat, who's hand sat levitated. "Alright...this is it...no backing out, no running scared, okay, Private? I just watched you fist your ass and take like a good little whore, so I know you can take my cock just as good! And if you do, I guarantee that you'll regret ever thinking it wouldn't. Capiché?"

Lacey's heart was pumping, still nervous about her prior experience, and the prospect that it could be a repeat. But, on top of everything else, what Mella said was exactly what she'd been thinking: she took her hand no problem. Most definitely, she wasn't the same Private Fuckmeat of old. Not quite a bottom but, very clean, not even remotely a woman. Which made one response far more appealing than any other. "Capiché, Mistress."

"Good, good! Now..." Mella positioned her cock towards Lacey's gaped ass, "The fun can really begin!" And with that, she pushed forward, plunging the first few inches of her massive girlcock in that ass. And unsurprisingly, Lacey took every one in stride, the shallowest areas of her bumhole left destroyed from the damage her hand had caused. Light-work.

That ease helped Lacey's asshole adjust around Mella's shaft much quicker than before. Which, in turn, made the eventual trek forward a lot less jarring and uncomfortable. Even still, Carmella took her time stuffing that ass and, as she did, Tay crawled over, eventually arriving just in time for Carmella's favorite magic trick: making her cock completely DISAPPEAR.

Every inch up Lacey's butt, with only the smallest of struggles and inconveniences to show for it; finally, her asshole was ready for some real punishment. As Mella plucked that cock and prepared to thrust, Taynara took Lacey's hand into her drooling mouth, wrapping her tongue around the digits and slurping up every little speck of DNA. Which, of course, didn't take her long, the taste of girl booty so good to the hot-to-trot Brazilian baddie that she couldn't help but gobble up her whole serving as quickly as possible.

As she finished, Mella thrusted back in, slowly at first, still wary of a potentially negative reaction to the opening thrusts just like before. Only this time, that negative reaction didn't come. Lacey didn't cry or whine. Nope. She only moaned, and reached back to spread her cheeks now that both hands were free. Which opened the door for Carmella to not only keep going, but to try and get a little more intense, as well. But Mella, instead of going faster, decided to take a more forceful approach instead; now that she had Lacey properly enjoying a cock in her ass, she could really get the bitch begging.

So, slow was the game plan, with sharp and impactful thrusts that were few and far between. Each felt better than the last, each helped open up Lacey's still inexperienced butthole even more and, most importantly, each left The Private wanting more. Lacey could feel Mella's strong thighs smashing into her toned, beaten ass, not surrounded and overwhelmed by a wealth of pain. For the first time, she could really FEEL every thrust, every inch of that cock sliding in and out of her bumhole. And boy, was it intoxicating.

It didn't take long for Lacey to realize that whatever her hand could offer was 3000% weaker than what Carmella's cock could. Each thrust was that much more intense, a feeling she'd never felt before regardless of how much passion was injected into the equation. Even at a strong snail's pace, and via her ass no less, Money Mella was fucking her better than her husband ever had or ever could. God, the thought alone creeping into her mind made Lacey sick, yet the more she thought about her precious hubby's inferiority, the hotter everything became. The louder her moans grew.

"God, you're pathetic," Carmella poked, shaking her head in disgust. "All of that big girl talk, just to prove me right! You're nothing but a worthless anal bitch, Private! Hehe, a worthless little anal whore who loves my big, fat girlcock in her ass!"

Even still, after acknowledging her feelings about fisting her own ass and now getting fucked, Lacey wanted to deny it. Deny Sergeant Major Mella's decree and write it off as more rude shit-talking. That's what she wanted to do, what her brain was telling her to do. Her BRAIN was telling her no, but her body was telling Lacey yes. Yes, yes, one thousand times yes! She loves that cock and, goddamnit, she wants even more of it!

And Lacey wasn't the only one desperate for more, either. With several more minutes to recover, Taynara was nearly ready for action again, something that Carmella noticed and, not wanting to keep her bitch in ice for too long, had just the task in mind. "Tay, go ahead and fist your ass, just like Lacey was doing! This final round is double-points, winner takes all!"

Taynara's eyes lit up, and with a nod, she slowly brought her fingers up to her gaping, messy asshole. She began by inserting two before almost immediately inserting a third. Then a fourth, and, in less than a minute, had all five digits inside of her slutty, stretched-out pipe. Which should've been expected considering her history. But history or prowess wasn't the name of the game here. The objective was to amuse The Money Mistress, and both had done just that.

Before long, Tay was seamlessly and effortlessly forcing her entire hand, damn near wrist-deep, into her asshole, moaning like a little bitch all the while. And as that was occuring, Lacey was still coming to terms with just HOW much she was enjoying her brutal butt-stuffing courtesy of the most FABULOUS top in all of WWE. Her reactions? So money, almost as money as the reactions of all of the shocked fans when Carmella would cash-in her Money in the Bank briefcase in due time and become the world champion. Almost.

Lacey couldn't quite compete with the potential of Mella winning her first championship in WWE, but truthfully, who could? Maybe the reigning champion and alpha Charlotte Flair on her dick? But, that was neither here nor there. Now that Lacey had quietly settled down, relaxed and was enjoying herself, she was making for quite the fun lay. The only issue was that "quiet" part.

Mella's plan, the purpose being using a stronger, yet slower rhythm, was to get the bitch begging for something faster. For a properly destructive bumming the likes of which her mind and maybe even her body would never recover from. Sure, Mella could just use Lacey however she saw fit, but half of the fun was hearing the depraved bitch beg to get absolutely wrecked before giving in. And considering the noises Lacey was already making, it wouldn't be long before Carmella got her way.

Not because the moans had gotten especially loud, no. Quite the opposite. They'd begun to quell. The pleasure has peaked. Lacey had gotten used to the thrill and, as expected, found herself desperately hoping for more. And when more than what she'd already been getting never came, she kept waiting. And waiting. And waiting, only to find nothing but the same old song and dance. It felt good, really, it did. But she needed to feel how intense things could really get, and without control over the pace, there was only one way to get it. Suck it up, and BE what Carmella wanted her to be: a shameless anal slut. It wasn't easy, but Lacey had no other choice. She needed to know. Lacey needed to feel what Tay felt when she was on top.

"F-Faster...please?" Lacey pathetically asked as Mella clapped her cheeks again, hoping to slickly find an "easy out".

Carmella simply laughed and assured, "Bitch, you're gonna have to beg a lot harder than that if you really want me to ruin your slutty fucking asshole!"

Lacey whined, but it was out of mental frustration, not physical. She had to have a proper rectal reaming, and with her one weak attempt out of the way, The Private had no other choice than to cash-in and give up the good fight. "Please fucking wreck me, Mistress! Treat me like y'all treated Tay! Fuckin' pound that asshole! Please, please, please! I need it!"

"You need it, Private?!"

"Ohh fuuuuck...ma'am, yes ma'am!"

"You want me to treat you like a REAL butt bitch, huh, whore? Mmmmmm-ruin your fucking hole?!"

"MA'AM, YES MA'AM!!!! AHHHH FUUUCK THANK YOU MISTRESS!!!!!" Lacey's bellow, so strong and instinctive, immediately followed the second Carmella decided to start pumping her hips a bit faster, giving Lacey what she so properly begged for. And then a little faster than that. Then, even faster, until Mella was bucking like a bronco and ramming her cock into Lacey's asshole relentlessly. Within seconds, The Private's suspicions were confirmed. That was a level of anal pleasure far beyond that which she'd barely been introduced to. An obscenely potent level, so impossibly intoxicating that she could help but find herself falling deeper and deeper in love with.

Carmella's speed, before long, wasn't that far removed to what she'd used on Taynara, or the speed that Tay was stuffing her hand in her ass with. Pure savagery, complete and total anal obliteration, and Lacey loved every second of it. The moans that came spilling out of her mouth became coarse and disheveled before disappearing altogether in favor of sharp screams to give a more accurate representation of how Lacey Evans was feeling. How Lacey Evans was succumbing to the pleasures of anal sex, and how she was following in the footsteps of her many attractive blonde WWE foremothers and developing an anal addiction. An addiction Carmella had worked long and hard to instill within her.

It was an accomplishment Carmella was rather proud of, even if on paper, it truly meant nothing. Lacey wasn't some life-changing acquisition. Hot sure, and clearly a lot of fun when relaxed, but not someone who would turn a lot of heads or Garner attention if accompanying Mella to a SmackDown locker room. Conquering Lacey, to Carmella, was all about breaking down and submitting, for the first time, a seemingly honorable person. A proud mother and wife, a veteran of the military, and someone who before tonight, had no interest in WWE's hierarchical society whatsoever. By God, had Mella done it.

She'd done, and she'd done it better than anyone else. Lacey wasn't concerned about her daughter or her husband, or what her barracks would think. Now, her entire world revolved around Carmella's cock in her ass. True to her words, her passion in life, Mella took a woman and shaped her mind in her own image. Truly impressive. Officially, as Lacey's mind grew blanker and blanker, the game was over. The winner wasn't Lacey or Tay, but instead The Fabulous One, collecting two brand new bitches just weeks after claiming the Money in the Bank briefcase. And to the victor, go the spoils, especially considering that when it comes to bottoms and Carmella, everyone wins.

"Fuck yeah! I own this shit!" Carmella gassed herself up. I own YOU, bitch! This is MY fuckin' ass now! You hear me, Private! You're mine! All mine! My fuckin' MILF, bitch!"

Lacey simply screamed and hollered in response, loving every second of her vicious backdoor violation. But the scream wasn't gibberish. It was subtle confirmation that she agreed with everything Carmella was spouting out. That she was, in fact, Money Mella's MILF bitch. And as her arms went limp, and the rest of her body went cold and numb, Lacey couldn't even imagine being the woman she used to be. Just Carmella's bitch. Private Fuckmeat, an enlisted member of Money Mella's Ass-Fucking Army. That's what was on her mind as she came face to face with "too much".

So new to all of this, brand new to the world of being a cocksleeve for more powerful women, Lacey Evans, now proudly Private Fuckmeat, couldn't hold on any longer. Struggling for a while, Lacey held on and fought hard like a good soldier, but there was only so much a bitch can do going ass-to-cock with The Princess of Staten Island. The result was inevitable, leaving the only "question" being this: would Lacey be able to muster up enough strength to beg for what she so truly desired? And surprisingly, using Taynara's riding performance, the result, and her desire to win Carmella's game at all cost as inspirations, Private Fuckmeat did just that.

"Ah fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, p-please...fuck, let me cum!" Lacey barely squeaked out.

In what she already considered to be a victory lap, Carmella didn't waste any more time putting the bitch out of her "misery". She only wanted one more verbal confirmation. "Say it first! Say that you're my bitch! Your name is Private Fuckmeat and you belong to Sergeant Major Mella!"

No hesitation. Lacey was happy to answer, both in the name of experiencing her first anal orgasm, and to give Carmella exactly what she wanted. Just like a true anal bitch would. "Oh g-god, I'm your bitch! I'M YOUR BITCH!!! AHHHHH FUUUUCK- PRIVATE FUCKMEAT BELONGS TO SERGEANT MAJOR MELLA!!!!!"

A satisfying response. Therefore, Carmella was happy to oblige her newest bitch's desires. So, taking a handful of Lacey's hair, Mella went full-throttle. She was hardly holding back to begin with and now, The Princess of Staten Island was giving it her all. And considering Lacey was barely holding on anyway, it didn't take long for her climax to commence.

Within seconds, any semblance of consciousness simply became an idea to Lacey, something she desperately wanted to cling to and yet, could feel slipping away entirely. Slipping away until there was nothing left, and her mind was completely blank. Her screams grew louder, her body more tense, and her asshole clamped down around Mella's massive rod. And just like that, Lacey was experiencing her first anal orgasm.

Even with her mental state in tatters, Lacey could feel and understand the rush. It was unlike anything she'd experienced before. The strongest waves of pleasures she'd ever felt, crashing inside and leaving nothing but ruin in their wake. It was as if every inch of her body was completely satisfied, something completely foreign to The Sassy Southern Belle until this very moment.

Lacey's screams were ear-splitting unsurprisingly, and before long, were accompanied by a familiar writhing, her long, muscular body acting on its own until the bitterly satisfying her. Her orgasm was well-earned and well-enjoyed, and she didn't have any tricks like Taynara, Lacey cumming was just as impactful; it meant another woman who would no longer be able to live her life without anal orgasms. She didn't squirt her cum like a geyser or reach the promised land multiple times, but to Carmella, the show was just as exciting. And really, what else mattered?

Mella herself was rather beat, hours of action at this point leaving her rather fatigued, especially after the relentless ruin she'd just completed, The Princess of Staten Island eventually finding a home resting atop Lacey's prone body, her cock still buried deep within those bowels. But, with the game nearly over, a grand finale was in order. And you know what they say? The show must go on.

So, breathlessly, Mella ordered, "T...T-Tay...feed...her...your ass." Somewhat vague but, luckily, Taynara knew exactly where Mella was going. Happy to oblige, the bootyful Brazilian slowly plucked her fist from her ass and presented it to Lacey, who was clinging to her consciousness like Puppy Lexi clings to her delusions. She didn't take, at least until Carmella whispered a few sweet nothings into her ear. "Open y-your mouth...Private...Tay has...a gift for you."

Physically and mentally drained, Lacey opened her mouth and let her taste buds dine. And boy, did they ever. Without even realizing it, Lacey had not only gone ass-to-mouth, but she loved the taste as well. Truly an incredible ending and now, all that remained were the proceedings.

"So..." Tay, far less exhausted than her cohorts, opened. "Who wins the contest, Mistress? Who's the best bitch?"

With a big huff, Carmella confirmed, "Everyone. I win because...I have two new bitches...and you guys win because...I'm the mistress of your dreams."

For a moment, Tay looked upset, as if actually winning the game was what she truly wanted. But, she couldn't help but smile and add, "Our Money Mistress."

"EEEEEExactly, bitch," Carmella settled, beginning to regain her bearings and, therefore, getting back to her knees, long enough to pluck her cock from Lacey's asshole and present it to the Judoka Jezebel. "Now, be a good bitch and clean my cock."

With lust in her eyes, Taynara immediately responded, "Right away, my Money Mistress." And as she took that cock into her mouth, sucking up the juices like a vacuum as Lacey did the same to her hand, Carmella couldn't help but smile, already fantasizing about tattoo ideas for her brand new bitches.

1. In the heat of the match, Carmella spotted a blonde wrestler with a strap-on, a sight that instantly perked her interest.
2. The wrestler introduced herself as Taynara, a newcomer from Brazil who had no self-respect and admitted to being a bit of a slut.
3. Capitalizing on the situation, Carmella quickly dropped her briefcase and initiated a passionate kiss with Taynara, and the two soon found themselves engaged in a steamy, anal-themed encounter.
4. But their pleasure was short-lived as Alexa Bliss interrupted the scene, causing tension between the three women.
5. Carmella, now submissive to Alexa's dominance due to past encounters, was forced to retreat, leaving Taynara and Alexa to their own devices.

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