Rubber Match: Revolution Edition
"Trash Baker!" Thunder Rosa yelled fiercely, crashing into All-Elite Wrestling's ladies' locker room in search of her arch-rival. And lucky for Dirty Dawg Davis, Dr. Britt Baker was never tough to locate on Wednesday or Friday night. Typically, if she wasn't grappling in the ring, foaming out a fierce diatribe or defending her rep as Women's World Champion, she was found her, populating some bitch with her massive dildo. Although, it's usually baby-cakes number one or two, or even both, that she made a fool of. And tonight, like most nights, it was Britt's beloved piece of paradise.
"Aha! There you are, Trash Baker! I've heard you've been hunting for me once more...but you're always simple to catch in this room."
Britt beamed as she grabbed a glove on one of Abadon's chunky, British derriere, jiggling it teasingly as she hipped her way, proving that indeed she was very busy with her scrawny, PALF partner. But there was a whole load of tasks on hand, so Baker was willing to multitask.
"Happy Revolution Day, Rosa! I imagine you've been eagerly anticipating your big loss this evening?"
"Moron!" Rosa jabbed back. "You still think you'll have a hot victory, Trashy? So who triumphed the last time?"
"Technically me, because our last brawl that YOU won was unsanctioned!" Britt retorted, and Rosa huffed.
"Moron! You're forgetting when I screwed your butt and had you running like a slut!"
Britt, even loving Hayter's grand posterior, couldn't resist the pull of Rosa's words. "Ooh yeah? Well didn't I screw you when I took your crown in our first clash? Yep! I remember that!"
"You're a moron! You liked it more than me! And besides, tonight is about the world title, no butts involved!"
"Ah, about that..."
"No! Another time? I've rejected your demands a thousand times, Baker! I want a worthy showdown!"
"Okay, okay, I know...but I've been itching to feel those thick, Mexican fannies again! Please, one more romp? Kill me, I need a little more action!"
"Hang on...Dr. Baker..." Jamie gasped, making a terrific effort to make her generous backside available for The Dentist. "Yes...I won't tire of your arse...will I?"
Although Britt frequently experienced Hayter's booty, Jamie didn't openly refer to Britt as "Mistress". In public, she wasn't required to. In truth, Hayter's hindquarters were Britt's property. True, Hayter was Baker's puppy. Yet, Britt looked after her bitch, her hardy, beastly bitch, to maintain her edginess.
"Nope, never would!" Britt assured, slapping that ample, British cushion with a reminder that left a clear imprint and elicited a squeal from the hulking yet panic-stricken PAWG. "I enjoy your butt, Jamie! It's incredibly satisfying! But Rosa?" Britt continued. "Honestly, Rosa, everyone else is missing out! My glutes are a hot commodity! In fact, it may be the motive why everyone here detests you, Rosa! You're frustrating us all!"
"Fool!" Davis returned. "You get all the poon with your narrow derriere!"
"Show it, then!" Playoff game: Dr. Britt Baker, DMD vs Thunder Rosa 3, ass against ass! Win, and you can demonstrate to everyone that you're just as good as you say you are. But lose, and I'll show once and for all that you aren't.", Britt barked out, then slapped Jamie's plump buttocks again as she commanded, "Help me, Jamie!"
"O-Okay...", Jamie whimpered, the intensity of the massive strap-on penetrating her bowels almost too much for the hard-hitter. "Rosa...put your arse on the line! C'mon, have one more go!"
"No.", Thunder groaned again, not budging an inch. "No butts! I just want to get ready so I can beat you again and win the championship. That's what's important."
"You claim that, but I know you want my ass as much as I want yours...hell, maybe even more! You love female butts, Rosa, I know you do!"
"You know nothing, Garbage."
"Oh, I have a doctorate, Rosa...trust me, I know everything. You know this rivalry can't end until someone snaps! That's the nature of the game. So let's stop beating around the bush and agree to conclude this small matter between us in the only way it was meant to, right?"
Rosa remained silent for a while, showing Britt everything she needed to know. So, while her fiercest opponent was weighing her decision, DMD redirected her focus momentarily to the appealing pair of buttocks currently slapping below her. It was simple enough; Jamie's butt was undeniably alluring. Always so wiggly for a muscular butt, which was surprising considering how Hayter was moaning with each collision of her thighs into those cheeks. Despite that, Britt couldn't help but imagine Rosa's arguably more substantial, wigglier butt quivering in front of her. A sight she'd seen once and had never forgotten how glorious it was. She simply had to have it once more. And it seemed she was Soon.
"Fine! Stupid troll...okay, you win! I didn't want to make my moment all about your butt, Basura, but you push too many buttons! So now, you'll lose your title and your mind when you become my slave inside the ring and out! I guarantee, I'll make you regret every time you held the title!"
Tough words from a tough lady, filled with the fire and determination of her people. As Thunder considered her choice, Britt smiled and clapped cheerfully, thrilled to have won the bet. After all, Thunder has never beaten her one-on-one technically, with the only loss being in an unwanted, no-rules match where anything goes. And while Britt considered herself a "hardcore specialist", she believed she was at her best when she could play mind games with her opponents. And tonight, she planned on doing just that, as she finished up with Jamie, still a few hours before Revolution went live.
"1! 2! 3!" The packed Orlando crowd chanted along with the refs count as Britt Baker pinned her challenger, with a touch of assistance from her crew. Rebel (not Reba, but the same thing, basically) who'd arrived shortly after the wager was made and, of course, Jamie Hayter and her wide, now penetrated buttocks. The trap had been set by the Dentist, and just as she suspected, Rosa fell for it. Somewhat distracted, curb stomp, and, in an instant, Britt was taking center stage, ready to see her rival embarrassed in front of the audience and all of her online detractors. And Thunder, in turn, was stunned.
Which, of course, didn't dishearten her. Why would it? Rosa could never be beaten! Not back then, not now, and never! That was the spirit that Thunder carried with her always and especially now, having lost the greatest match of her whole career to her arch-rival. And yes, she'd still be the top contender, with no one else's record to match. But the idea of being violated by AEW's own dentist didn't have her heart racing. So, fuming, Rosa swung the door open angrily, pushing her slender arm against it.
Instantaneously, Thunder found herself surprised and disheartened by the sight that awaited her. All eyes in the locker room were on her, none of the wrestlers focusing on their activities. They were watching Rosa; all of them. "Where is she, huh? Basura, that cheating bitch?"
Don't worry, I'm right here, Thunder! Britt called out from the throng of people, stepping out of her wrestling attire. She strode towards her adversary-turned-target, Rosa, who stood in the middle of the chamber, surrounded by everyone else.
What happened out there? I know you couldn't beat me without cheating! Rosa's intensity was palpable and understandably made most of the other wrestlers uneasy. Being yelled at in Spanish by a ferocious Mexican Mami wasn't exactly a pleasant experience for those without a taste for domination. Fortunately for Britt, the only one who'd be dominating tonight was her.
So what, then? Britt asked with a chuckle, removing her top, allowing her natural breasts to breathe and, in turn, removing the last piece of her wrestling attire.
So, you expect me to honor our wager when you didn't play fair? Rosa asked, still cradling her head, feeling the effects of Britt's devastating curb stomp.
Well...I don't expect you to like it...but we did make a deal. We never agreed that we'd play fair, Britt clarified.
Jamie, Britt's confidante, added, chuckling, "Yeah, Rosa. If you wanted Britt to play fair, you should've made it part of the agreement."
Oh, shut up, slut! You don't talk to real women! Cover your mouth! Rosa retorted, responding to Britt, "The agreement is null and void! Maybe next time, when you defeat me through fair means. But we both know that's never going to happen, don't we, Trash? "
Oh, Thunder, what we're actually both aware of is that a wager can't be undone. We made a contract, and when we wager our bottoms, that's solid as rock! Right, ladies?" Britt questioned, hearing a chorus of "Yes!" from the audience of observers, observing. The spectators were curious to see the brash, arrogant Thunder Rosa dethroned, even if they weren't particularly fond of Britt themselves. "Accept the fact, Rosa...this is about to go down! You're going to kneel for me, just like after the first time we fought, and like I kneeled for you after you won when the result didn't affect my stats. Remember that?"
Rosa hung her head in shame. "I'll exact revenge on you, Trash." Despite this, she sank to her knees, initiating the first move in the process of pressing her face to the floor and exposing her rear end - DMD, her top, revealing the luscious derrière she enjoys flaunting on her social media.
What does that even signify, though? Jamie pondered, still cackling uncontrollably as Rosa's humiliation unfolded.
Trash? It signifies you're garbage! And you're no different, slut! You allow her to penetrate your anus every day! You've got no right to mock a true woman like me!
In spite of this, Jamie indulged in laughter, unable to conceal her amusement. Jessica, meanwhile, decided to join in as well, briefly restraining her laughter before admitting, "You see, Rosa's right. Since I can defeat anyone here, and I'll validate that soon, I'll, uhh...demonstrate how valiant I am by...attacking your partner's derriere!"
Britt, however, interrupted, "Jamie, shush! There's no need to engage in her petty games...she's aiming to anger me, especially me. I'll handle this; just...go get me a sex toy, alright? My larger one, if you please."
Unenthusiastically, Hayter yielded, petitioned, and admittedly has always served as Britt's boss, entirely safeguarded from Baker, herself. Hence, nobody besides Britt has touched her ass. Rare defeats resulted in Rebel's bottom handed over. Jaime's sacred, only savored by the Women's World Champion. https://prnt.sc/w13ujcdASA5V12xd4Bp0
Not quite the disgraceful admiration, but for a girl as beautiful and double-dimpled as Jamie Hayter, there were worse realities for many. Her muscles didn't make her any less intimidating, terrifying most of the roster. She might not be a match for Rosa, Britt, Jade or Statlander, but the other smaller, weaker, chubby employees of AEW trembled at the mere sight of her.
At this moment, focus was laser sharp on La Mera Mera, her renowned, substantial bum covered in neon blue and whites with black checkered accents, her tight pieces pulled up. Jamie dashed off, on a mission to retrieve Britt's prized possession. Orders needed to be obeyed. While Baker tracked her quarry, her gaze riveted on the loot. What could be wrong with that?
Seeing the famous, robust Latino booty under the tights was an inviting visual for Baker, revving up her desire. The muscle bound powerhouse beckoned. Never mind Rosa, or Jade or Statlander, but the rest of the scrawny, weak, chunky creatures down the AEW female roster had only respect and awe for this behemoth. As many times as she may have embarrassed herself for The Docta, Jamie's raw presence instilled their respect.
Suddenly, Baker snatched and began to tug at the straps of La Mera Mera's tights, determined to expose the timekeeper's prized assets. Whilst she yanked, The Anti-Mera wrestler fought with both her body and tongue to resist the exposure, using humour to try and drown out her nerves. Jamie succeeded, slave to her orders. Once the tights were off, she beheld the magnificent booty, still covered in a thin layer of lotion even after her hard training. Britt couldn't resist the temptation; the girl's butt had to be examined closely.
As she inspected the tanned skin, her fingers grazed the torn tights, and she looked back at her sisters, considering them the hero or the villain in this intense saga of humiliation. Britt started to rub the bum in soft circles, then squeeze and stretch it, unable to hide her lust for it. Despite her disdain, she couldn't resist torturing her arch rival in this way.
Rosa's pleading voice whined, "Why can't you just get this over with?!" The cherry on top came in the form of a slap to her butt - big, meaty, delicious, hers for the taking...if she could only restrain herself a little while longer. "How about you stay in this position and enjoy it?" The Butcher advised, again toying with Rosa emotionally. Planes deviated before association with the atomic bomb.
Eyes wide with indignation, Rosa continued to scream and demand an end to the torment, using profanities speedily, as if it pained her pride to accept her true state. Britt used this to fuel the fire in her opponent's bum. The more Rosa raged, the more intense the feeling became.
Determined to draw this out as long as she could, Britt didn't plunge in for round two instantly. Instead she used her face to camouflage her intentions, suffocating in the suffocating, sumptuous filler. If it were any other girl she might only have paused to take a bite so she could fully savour the moment. But, for her rival, she needed to draw out this humiliating event. With the situation progressing as it did, it was impossible for her not to devour Rosa's rear, sinking her face down deeply into the luscious, intoxicating rear end. Appearing almost possessed, the brutal battle continued without interruption.
Finally, Baker's anticipated fantasies were fulfilled. A jubilant Jamie returned, bearing her prize: a strap-on harness fitting for Britt's desires. "We're ready to proceed, Britt?" Jamie asked.
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Pulling her face out from between La Mera Mera's butt crack, Britt reassured, "Hold back, Jamie! I'm yet to start feasting on her ass. We've got all the time in the world, so why don't you suck on that dildo and moisten it properly while I give this adorable little butt some much-deserved attention?"
Jamie nodded, sank to her knees, and brought the dildo's tip to her welcoming mouth as Thunder groaned once again. Hearing Britt discuss her like this was less enjoyable, to say the least. But at least the talking was over now. Britt spread those cheeks once more, spat a dense gob of saliva onto the puckered hole, and began to focus on her task.
The instant Britt's tongue touched that wrinkly sphincter, memories of their first encounter came flooding back. Vivid memories, moments that she'd never forget. Circling her tongue around the rim helped her recall those times even more vividly, as she never got a chance to return the favor.
While Britt lavished that ass with her saliva, Jamie thrust the dildo deeper into her mouth with each stroke. It was no easy task, but the master of the Hayterade was more than capable of handling it. She slowly slid the rubber cock further down her throat with each thrust, leaving it coated in her spit. Her first attempt to completely deepthroat this cock ended in failure, as she could only manage nine inches, stopping short at the tenth. This failure wasn't a complete waste, however, as the additional theatrics led to an even thicker layer of saliva on the shaft. She would make another attempt very soon.
At the same time, Baker licked up, down, and around that hole for as long as she pleased, ensuring Thunder's anal muscles were nicely relaxed before finally swiping her tongue against the entrance. As expected, Thunder's rear offered some resistance. She moaned and complained as Britt's tongue explored her private domain, but she somehow managed to hold back any sounds that would hint at her possibly enjoying this experience...although she might have been.
Rosa's butt and "prime target" were almost synonymous in AEW's locker room. The general consensus among the women was that she deserved what she got due to her bad attitude and rejection of potential allies. Her backside was used more frequently than she would have liked, and her encounters with Basura Baker were the most nauseating of them all. Yes, she wanted to despise it, but having Britt's skilled tongue wandering in her rear wasn't the worst sensation in the world. Far from it, actually.
As much as she tried to despise it, Britt's tongue exploring her backside wasn't the least attractive feeling imaginable. In fact, it was a far cry from the worst experience. This realization was disheartening because the last time she was forced to bottom for DMD, this rimming tactic was not utilized. Instead, a bottle of lube was employed. This time, there was no doubt that Baker was aiming to destroy her foe once and for all. However, Rosa had faith in her own mental resilience and Britt's inadequacy.
While Rosa attempted to detest Britt's skilled tongue, Jamie made another attempt at swallowing the entire cock. She successfully gulped it all down, keeping it in place until drool flowed from her mouth and tears streamed down her pretty, pale face. Just as the cock began to push against her throat, her gag reflexes took over, forcing it out of her mouth with another coughing fit. But her performance was praiseworthy, and it happened at the perfect moment, coinciding with The Docta's extraction of her face from those plump cheeks.
"Mmm...your ass is so scrumptious, Thunder...I should have devoured it during our previous encounter," Britt exclaimed.
"Fuck off, Tramp! Talk now, because you'll never experience it again when I-AYY screamggg," Thunder tried to clash back, but yelped as her butt was slapped once more.
"Did I tell you to speak?" Britt inquired mockingly.
"Enjoy it now, Baker. That's all I'll say," Rosa spat out, sighing. And of course, Britt had a witty zinger lined up.
"So, you were enjoying my tongue in your ass? Mmmm, yes. I could tell by the absence of your groans, as you were suppressing them."
"So what?!" Rosa retorted sharply. "It doesn't prove anything! I'm sure you'd be moaning like a milquetoast if I turned the tables, Britt!"
"Umm...we're not discussing me here, darling. We're talking about your ass and how it craves a little attention."
"So what?! It proves nothing! I'm certain you'd be sobbing and convulsing if I reversed the roles, Britt!"
"Not talking about me, dearie?" Britt teased, tapping Rosa's butt playfully this time. "We're discussing your ass, and how it adores every bit of pampering...past tense, though. I think now is the time for the talking to end."
Right away, Hayter got the picture. She grabbed the harness and attached the gooey, greasy dildo as quickly as possible before heading over to her friend. As she got there, Britt stood up, welcoming Jamie to tighten the harness around Baker's waist, something she could do quickly and smoothly, thanks to her years of experience.
"Thanks, Jamie," Britt smiled, always avoiding demeaning the henchwoman who was essentially her servant.
"You're welcome," Jamie replied, sneaking a glance at the former NWA Women's Champion. "Just put this bitch in her place already. She's been a thorn in our side long enough."
"I agree! Now, ease those huge cheeks apart for me, Jamie," Britt instructed, and Jamie quickly obeyed, spreading Rosa's cheeks and creating a path for The Doc to slide in easily.
"Any final words, Thunder? If you have anything to say, now's the time, because after I'm done with you, the only thing you'll be doing is worshiping the ground I walk on!"
"Keep daydreaming, you slut! Do your worst!" Rosa retorted, burying her head in the mat as she added, "Bring it on!"
"What's that? Are you begging, whore?" Jamie asked, slapping that fat ass hard so Rosa squealed and yelped in pain; it was obvious that Britt was no match for her strength. "You can do better than that! The Women's World Champion is about to take it up the ass! Show some respect!"
"Thanks, Jamie. She's right, Thunder! Get going, now! Beg me to fuck your ass! Slave to your most-hated master! Mmm...beg the person you hate the most to shove her big dick up your filthy asshole!"
Reluctantly, Rosa agreed to add more humiliation to herself, despite Britt's determination to do just that. But, refusing to cooperate would only increase the punishment. If she didn't beg, Britt and Jamie would just keep slapping her ass until she capitulated. So, as much as it pained her to do so, Rosa decided to save herself some trouble and just get the worst part over with.
"Alright then...let's get this over with. Follow the asshole, Trash! Shove your enormous cock in me! Fuck my asshole! Give it your best shot, Trash, because I'll never, ever submit to you! Even if I do, I'll never stop chasing you until I win!"
"Alright, alright, drama queen. I don't need a speech. That's good enough. Now brace yourself, because your life is about to change in...3...2...Jamie, spread 'em wide, 1...and..." Britt pressed the tip of her cock against Rosa's soaking asshole and, with a bit of push, went in. "AHHHHHH!!! Here it is!!!"
It was easier than Britt expected. In fact, it was easier than expected. Rosa's asshole opened up for the 4-inch girth of her cock, letting the head slip in almost effortlessly. So effortless, in fact, that Britt's jaw dropped in astonishment. When she regained her composure, she questioned Jamie, "Did you see that?"
Jamie nodded and replied, "Of course...she's a nasty little slut. It shouldn't be surprising."
"F*ck you!" Rosa yelled as her ass was violated, only to be greeted by a chorus of laughter from Britt, Jamie, and everyone else who hated her.
"No, I'M f*cking you!" Britt said, laughing even harder at the oldest insult in the pro wrestling women's hierarchy. "Hahaha...right, Jamie?"
Jamie nodded and Britt settled into the rhythm of pushing more rubber up Thunder's ass. Bringing her hips closer to those massive buttocks, inch after inch disappeared inside the void, with little resistance. Even as the cock started to penetrate depths Britt's tongue hadn't reached, it only met minimal resistance. Poor Rosa...getting fucked by Jade, Statlander, Shida, and everyone else with any self-respect over the past few years had really broken her asshole.
Her mind, however, remained strong, clear, and cool. She knew that no matter what, nothing Baker could do would break her, even if the fast penetration made it seem like breaking her would be easy. However, Rosa was still determined, still plotting her revenge on Basura Baker and Jamie "worthless whore" Hayter. Revenge that became even more necessary as she felt DMD's legs pressing against her ass, and heard that obnoxious Brittsburg accent.
Wow, Jamie, she's definitely not a modest lady! Check out that video, guys. She's taking him deep into her slutty ass, just like that! Incredible!!
"Come on now, Brit, you should've figured that out already...you've done it once already and she loved every moment of it. And since then, you've been banged like, what, twenty, thirty times, Thunder? Her ass must be addicted to cock by now!"
"You? Addicted to cock up your ass, huh, Hayter?" Rosa retorted, earning another slap from the gorgeous British lady.
"Shut up and take it, whore!" Jamie commanded, then she turned to Britt and persuaded, "Come on, Britt! Work that ass, Britt! She thinks she's better than us? Better than you, the Women's World Champion and the face of this division? Come on, fuck her ass up!"
Jamie Hayter, the ideal hype person, provided tremendous encouragement for Britt to start moving her hips ever so slightly, that is, assuming Baker required any additional motivation to begin with. This was her enemy's ass, after all, and the idea of destroying it brought pleasure to Britt's pussy from the get-go. So naturally, once she got going, Britt found herself truly enjoying the act.
Which isn't surprising, considering that fucking asses was one of Britt Baker, DMD's favorite things since she stopped getting busted. For a while it was her assistant, Rebel, whom she still hasn't discovered the name of. But it's truly been Jamie Hayter's big, juicy derriere that has captured her attention since the brunette's return on the first episode of 'Rampage'. And of course, there've been other pieces of ass over time, with Jamie and Rebel frequently sharing the spotlight with whoever tried to take on 'The Baddest Bitch on the Block' during this near-record-breaking championship run. However, none could compare to Thunder Rosa.
Britt's greatest opponent, as well as her favorite prize, was Thunder Rosa's butt. Hell, the desire to truly transform Rosa into a fat-assed slut was even the cause of agreeing to a wager for a Lights Out match, one that even someone undefeated such as Jade Cargill wouldn't touch, because the result didn't make a difference to their critical win-loss records. But Britt didn't care about that; she loved Rosa's behind so much that she was willing to conduct a repeat performance.
Britt's greatest challenge, as well as her favorite prize, was Thunder Rosa's derriere. To be honest, the craving for her favorite candy got so strong that she even agreed to a wager for a Lights Out match, which even someone undefeated like Jade Cargill wouldn't consider, as the outcome didn't affect her vital win-loss record. But Britt didn't care; she cherished Rosa's butt so much that she was willing to repeat the experience.
Britt's cheeks slammed into those ass cheeks, which wobbled in response. And when Britt slammed into Rosa a little harder, those cheeks shook a lot more. Then, as Britt picked up the pace, she got an earful of the sound of Rosa's ass flesh being slapped. But she wasn't alone in listening to the sound of Rosa's booty meat being clapped for long, as the faint sound of moans and whimpers set the stage for her early pleasure. However, these cries of pleasure were soon joined by much louder and distinguishable ones.
Harder, quicker; Britt took Rosa's cues and upped her game. She chose to impose a bit more force since Rosa could clearly handle herself. Besides, the more intense it got, the louder Rosa's moans became. Which, in turn, amused Britt.
"Look at her go, Jamie!" Britt boasted.
"You're moaning like a dirty whore, Thunder!" Jamie replied, scrutinizing the action with the desire of any woman jealous of her own.
"You're the whore, not me! I'm not a whore, you are!" Rosa snapped back, trying to hold off the moans for just a moment. "You think I'm done? Wrong! Wrong...Junk! I can take anything you give! And you..." She paused, trying to keep her moans in check. "And you...you know what? Fuck...I'll never bend to you!"
As Britt Baker sensed the pendulum shifting against her, the assurance of a victorious outcome slipping away, she encountered an unforeseen paradox. This was supposed to be Thunder Rosa's last battle, a point at which the latter would lay it all out on the line. Despite Baker putting her all into the encounter, it was evident that her efforts fell short. While Rosa controversially performed at the peak of her abilities, Thunder was falling in love with the feeling, seeking a sense of resilience she hadn't encountered in a while. Baker's determination could perceive the defiance, the strong words sung softly over muffled groans, ultimately painting a landscape of this championship fight that was one Baker couldn't take on on her own. Lucky for her, the rules and referees were nonexistent in this situation, leaving a golden window for her to employ a trick she'd been saving for this very moment.
"Got some muscle I can really show you off, don't I, Rosa? Prove how strong you are! Hey, Jamie! Grab that extra toy, wouldja sweetie? Preferably, one as giant as mine!"
Eager to oblige, Hayter repositioned herself, thus causing Rosa's ass to release its grip on her fingers. 'Dies', Rosa thought as she scurried after the requested item.
"Wha...oh, God...what? Another strap-on? Nooooo...no, no, noooo!" Baker anticipated eagerly, synchronizing her movements with her next actions.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, bitch!" Baker growled, slowing herself to devise the next steps in her plan.
"This isn't right! Hayter never beat me! Only you can ream my ass!" Rosa remonstrated, expecting some solidarity from her colleagues. However, she was met with murmurs of, "Seems fair," and another agony-inducing phrase like, "You deserve it, bitch." The assemblage didn't offer any form of mercy, being that the locker room contained an abundance of jealous, bickering women in the form of bitches.
Britt rubbed it in her face, "They're not gonna help you, Rosa. They hate you. They're happy I'm finally gonna kick their bitchy asses." Rosa, although knowledgeable of this fact, was doomed to understand it her own way.
Hayter, now equipped with a sizable toy, prepared it for its intended use. Once again, Britt's primed nerves and preparing weren't allowed to linger too long, thanks to Thunder's final act of defiance before demise.
"Yeah. All of you suck my used-up pussy, bitches! I'm even tougher than both of you!" She bellowed defiantly, preparing to collect her victory be it through her own devices or not.
Taking her eyes off Hayter, Britt relished in the sight of Rosa's leaking ass. However, it was Jamie who brought her back in line.
"Hurry up, and get over here, slut. You're riding my cock so I can take your double-anal virginity. I've wanted nothing but to fuck your ass ever since I met you. I'm so fucking tired of waiting."
Despite defiance and distention, Rosa pushed forward, steadying herself and bracing her legs, even though she felt shaky and unstable, she rallied the consensus to prove her critics wrong. Her resilience was unflinching as she strolled to Jamie and realized her embodiment would be the only one to grant her self-worth.
"I may not be superhuman, but why not go out with a bang?"
Jamie chuckled to herself while pointing her shaft at the proud whore, anticipating the chance to fuck her for the first time. There was no need for further communication. The time had come. Jamie hipped her hips upward, maintaining eye contact with the woman whose ass she had begun to bang. The ass had just been fucked and offered no resistance whatsoever, neither did her mind to the initial pleasure of being filled and, later, getting fucked again.
In no time at all, the pipe was filled again, paving the way for Jamie to forcefully drive forward, living up to her reputation as "Hayter Hits Hard" by using her perfectly toned legs to give Thunder Rosa a run for her money. Jamie looked strong and stallion-like, unrecognizable from her usual kneeling position serving Britt Baker. However, her one-on-one time with Rosa did not last long, only about a minute before Britt took over, prompting Jamie to slow down.
"Mmmm...I'm soooo excited to steal your virgin two-hole, Rosa," Britt cooed as she arrived, then instructed, "Spread those fat cheeks for me, ho!" A severe smack from Hayter the Enforcer, linked to her defiance, convinced Thunder Rosa to comply again, separating her round butt cheeks for Britt.
As expected, Britt couldn't help but get carried away by the moment. Looking down, she saw Rosa's bum fully filled, anticipating the pleasure of reclaiming her "double-butt cherry." Rosa's expression seemed to suggest she wasn't as furious as she claimed. Plus, there was a hint of excitement in her attitude, indicating she wasn't as upset as she led on. This heightened Britt's own enjoyment even more. After immersing herself in the experience for longer than necessary, Britt positioned her shaft and took a deep breath before pressing it against that already-filled hole.
Rosa screamed in pain, as expected from someone being encouraged to experience something so obscene. Jamie remained seated, giving Britt all the time she needed to dilate her asshole. Stretching the ass took a lot of focus, however, due to the insults from the loudmouth DMD, Britt found herself lost in the moment.
"Awww...Thunder Rosa's not so tough now, huh?" Britt prodded and continued to push relentlessly. Rosa growled Spanish curse words but, challenged by the intensity, she couldn't translate them.
"Hah, she's really struggling, ain't she," Jamie remarked with a grin. "I thought she'd happily swallow that dick."
"Well..." Britt groaned, pushing just a little more and, in doing so, shoved the head of her cock all the way into that overflowed bum.
"My word, look at Rosa taking all that cock like a slut," Britt spewed, relishing the humiliation of her biggest rival.
"Cerrar tu maldita boca! Close your dirty mouth!"
"Hahaha, I can't believe she's still talking with all that cock up her butt," Jamie snickered.
As Britt finally entered her rump, hesitating to prevent any further pain, it became clear who the most despised woman in AEW was. It was Thunder Rosa, and everyone was delighted to witness the discomfort of a fat, fuckable ass like hers receiving what she deserved. Inch by inch, rods vanishing in such an intense fashion. Britt and Jamie shared close quarters, as their cocks grinded against each other during Britt's penetration, creating friction to keep the flames of pleasure burning while Rosa endured the process of getting filled.
It was incredibly uncomfortable having two cocks deep in her ass, much more intense than any curbstomp, Hayterade, or Lockjaw Baker and her sidekick could deliver. This was a fair trade for Thunder, who could handle a bit of pain if it covered her pleasure. Consequently, Rosa welcomed the discomfort as Britt inched all the way up her ass, meaning she now had the entirety of two cocks inside her ass at once.
"Oh my god, Rosa...look at you taking it like a good little slut," Britt taunted, delighted by the humiliation of her biggest rival.
"Close your damned mouth!" activating her inner language, Rosa shouted.
"Ha ha ha, I can't believe she can still speak with all that cock up her tight little bum."
"Surprising, right? Maybe we should deal with that," suggested Britt, abruptly grabbing a handfull of Rosa's dark, curly hair, yanking roughly. Thunder let out a painful shriek as the pain intensified, not only from the harsh treatment of her hair, but also from Britt pulling out and forcefully pushing her cock back in. Jamie imitated her, retracting briefly before thrusting forward once Britt had completed her move. With that, Thunder Rosa became the first person in AEW to experience a double-penetration.
Britt and Jamie took turns, making sure their thrusts balanced between being considerate and the verge of crippling. Thunder Rosa's anal area had never endured anything like this before, and additionally, Britt and Jamie were somewhat inexperienced in simultaneously topping a single person. AEW's locker room had an extremely competitive atmosphere due to its smaller size, causing less opportunity for each woman. With no house shows and the like, females, apart from those with alliances such as Britt, Jamie, and Rebel, would convene just once a week. Therefore, for women like Rosa who had a limited history of getting assplayed, moments like this were infrequent.
There remained some rumors that Britt was using her muscular British youth pal Jamie to maintain her position on top. Some even believed it was a truth, Jamie being Dr. Baker's favourite butt slave, apart from Rosa. But in reality, the duo known as The Two Women Power Trip, consisting of Britt and Jamie, were loyal partners with each other. They were proving their unification when they smoothly coordinated their thrusts into Rosa's thick behind.
Over a short time, they found a rhythm, demonstrating their impressive topping skills despite their lack of experience in double anal intercourse. This was particularly stunning for Hayter, who rarely had the convenience to top anyone due to how Dr. Baker was regularly abusing her fair-skinned, British asset. In spite of this, Jamie demonstrated, matching Britt's timing perfectly and putting a considerable amount of power behind her strikes.
They functioned as a well-oiled machine, and while Rosa's first double-penetration was incredibly torturous initially, her ass eventually adapted through consistent, repeated thrusting. As the pain started to subside, Rosa's pleasure started to increase, eventually reaching the point where pain and degradation blended into their most intimate of experiences.
The moment pleasure overtook ordeal, Rosa's condition had gone beyond the human into the realm of a DBS – a Double Butt Slut. Exposed to this new state, Rosa could no longer retaliate with fury and defiance. In her helplessness, she could only whine and whimper as Britt and Jamie continued their assault.
"Have you heard that, Jamie?" inquired Britt, delighted by the sound. "Rosa, did you honestly just moan while being fucked by two dicks? How pathetic! I thought having one cock was terrible; no offence to you, Jamie...but two? TWO!"
"Thunder, you truly are AEW's biggest poser and loser, aren't you?" taunted Jamie, mocking the formidable contestant. As her ass remained under siege, Rosa made no attempt to respond, leaving her tormenters amused.
"You're not my worst nightmare or the woman who will take my title," Baker said, amused. "You're just the women gullible enough to think she could take my title. Hell, you're not even a woman; you're simply a Double-Butt Slut! I'm sure you're just pleased now."
Silence met Britt and Jamie's mockery, Rosa too weak to argue. Her moans rapidly escalated from pleasure to overwhelming delight, intertwining the lines between degradation and pleasure. Baker got a smile from Jamie due to her inclusion in their win, while both women continued to assault Thunder Rosa's butt.
"DBS, Rosa! That's all you'll ever be to me! You're not my worst nightmare, nor the candidate to snatch my title. You're merely the lady naive enough to THINK she could wrestle away my title! In fact, you're not even a ‘woman’! You're just a… Double Butt Slut!" declared Britt, as Rosa remained silent under their attacks.
"D!B!S!" Britt repeated, emphasizing each letter. She pointed at herself like she usually did when saying her signature taunt.
"D!B!S! D!B!S! Come on, let's join her!" Britt shouted, hoping everyone else in the locker room would join in. Amazingly, this seemed to work. Nobody was a fan of Thunder Rosa, or maybe it was just that people loved chanting. Whatever the reason, they began repeating "D!B!S!" instead of their usual chant.
As if that wasn't humiliating enough, Thunder Rosa couldn't run away from her orgasm either. All of a sudden, it hit her, just as the others were joining in on the tormenting, thanks to the work of Britt and Jamie. They were pounding into her, making her ass cavity much larger, and if that wasn't enough, both women were pushing their dicks into her ass at a frantic rate. It was enough to smother Rosa's already non-existent fieriness. How humiliating, being treated like a worthless slut by two women who should be in the same category as her. At this point, she was a doubled-up ass plaything.
She had gone from being the top contender for the AEW Women's World Championship to being double penetrated by two of the very women she despised. So fast. In under an hour. Had it been possible to hit rock bottom that quickly? Did she even have the power to stop it from turning even worse? The one glimmer of hope was that she was about to cum. Maybe there was still hope. Or maybe she liked this. Liked these two bitches who were treating her like a slut. Liked having her ass used by them.
Finally, it was time to decide. She had two choices. A balloon is about to burst, and only she could choose what it'd be filled with. A mixture of despair and hope convinced her to speak. "Please, don't stop...go on, please."
Britt and Jamie stopped, expecting her to give them the go-ahead. They wanted her to cum, of course, but this didn't match her usual tone.
"Say it. Say you want us to keep having sex with your now giant ass hole."
Rosa was out of options. Either she admitted her newfound enjoyment, or she'd never cum. "I don't want you to stop...keep fucking me."
"That's more like it. There's just one thing missing."
"What's that?" Jamie quickly offered up an idea.
"Tell her to become our bitch. Tell her she needs to beg for it to have any chance of cumming."
This was taking it too far. She had to think fast now. "Please, don't stop. Keep fucking my ass and let me cum, please."
"Are we there, Jamie? Did she beg to be our bitch?" Britt asked.
"She kept saying she doesn't want you to stop, Britt. That's a start."
Britt looked at Thunder Rosa, her eyes full of understanding. "It's not enough. She needs to literally beg."
Rosa knew what she needed to do, or else she'd never cum. With a broken spirit and tears in her eyes, she did it. "Please, keep fucking me and let me cum. I'll do anything. Please."
"Perfect. We'll call it even. She can be our DBS in exchange for letting her cum."
"Beg, beg, beg!" Jamie chanted.
Rosa panicked momentarily, but if her fate rested on her ability to beg, so be it. "Beg, beg, beg!"
Britt chuckled victoriously. "There you have it. We'll take your promise of permanent servitude and let you cum when we please. You can count yourself lucky to have even that."
"Oh God...it feels so good." Rosa moaned as the double-penetration continued, and she orgasmed almost immediately. "I'm cumming..."
"Let her finish." Jamie said with a smile.
Thunder Rosa hoped that someone out there would understand how badly she was beaten. How she had been broken. She had done as they ordered, even though it shamed her people, and herself, her fans, and anyone else that had ever looked up to her. They had taken control over her, and in that moment, she had no choice but to submit to them. Would she ever be free of this bondage again? Would she find some way to reclaim her title? But for now, she was under their control, and she was forced to cum. It was painful. It was embarrassing. But she was no longer in control of any of it.
Honestly, it shouldn't have been that difficult of a choice. Rosa was a fighter, a warrior, not a submissive girl! But, damn, she really felt like a submissive girl at that moment, mainly because she wanted to continue her devastation so badly. With two cocks in her butt, she pondered for a moment about whether that one orgasm was actually worth it, worth giving up everything she has been working towards. Unfortunately, it seemed like it was.
Thankfully, this wasn't an easy decision, and unlike many professional wrestlers who had come before her, Rosa didn't follow her first impulse. She sat and thought a little more, ensuring that she was making the best possible decision for herself. While the idea of leaving her regrets behind and living a life where she could use her big, Latina ass guilt-free sounded like fun, Rosa eventually found a solution that could offer her the best of both worlds: the orgasm she craved, as well as more freedom and another chance to face Basura Baker in the near future. It was a risky decision, but she made it.
Instead of begging to be Britt's submissive, just as she was told, Rosa started slamming her ass up and down, impaling herself wildly on those cocks. She put her full energy into it, smashing her booty down on each thrust. Britt tried to slap those cheeks to slow Rosa down, but it didn't work. The Docta couldn't stop herself, even making a fumbling attempt to remove Jamie's cock from her ass. But it was already too late. Before Baker's cock could come out, Rosa reached a point of no return.
She came, came, and came a little more, squirting from her unexplored vagina as she writhed on the ground. While it would've been wonderful to experience that proper double-anal orgasm, she only needed one to reach that state of euphoria. Britt was pacing around, angry and yelling at Jamie for "letting her cum" and "failing to finish the job", despite there being nothing Jamie could really do in this situation. Was Baker acting irrationally? Sure, but it wasn't the first time, and in her mind, it was justified entirely, especially after Rosa had come down from her high.
"Ahh..." Thunder Rosa began, gasping for breath and free from her carnal needs. "More luck next time...Basura. Better luck...next time. I'll never be your submissive!"
"There won't be a next time, Rosa!" Britt shouted.
"Really? You don't think...I can become #1 again?"
"You shouldn't have another opportunity at all! And you wouldn't, if Britt hadn't pushed you into a corner," she accused, turning her attention to her loyal bodyguard, Jamie Hayter.
"It wasn't my fault," Jamie defended herself, but it had no effect. Britt was so enraged, nothing her beautiful, British bestie could've said would've fixed her anger.
"You did it," Britt emphasized, forgetting that if she hadn't escalated the situation and forced Rosa to defend herself, Rosa might have experienced the full force of a double anal orgasm, potentially shattering her mind.
"Whatever," Jamie shrugged off. "I don't have to take your abuse!"
"You do if you want your ass fucked!" Britt threatened, making a feeble attempt to intimidate her companion.
Rosa looked at Baker with a defiant gaze, then looked down at her own strap-on - something she rarely wore, but that someone her size usually wore. She looked back at Britt and declared, "Well...maybe I don't!" And just then, Jamie stormed off, disappearing into the audience, leaving her partner feeling defeated while Rosa observed, still recovering from losing her double-analcherry, but enjoying the chaotic dispute, and pondering how she could convince Tony Khan to give her another title shot while the drama was still fresh.
