Beautiful Brutality Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Beautiful Brutality Ch. 04

This is a story based in fantasy, and doesn't reflect the real lives of the characters depicted or the real happenings of the WWE... probably. Also, shout-out to Rhea and her big, hometown moment at Elimination Chamber.

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"Wake up, sleepyhead." A phrase that, so soft in nature and delivered just as sweetly, should've hardly been enough to awaken the mildest of insomniacs. So why those sugary syllables were able to slip inside Rhea Ripley's ears after the physically and emotionally draining dream she'd just endured and forced her to stir was a complete mystery.

Rhea's eyelids fluttered slightly as another phrase challenged her eardrums, "Wake up for Big Mami," which was dangerously confusing. Was she still dreaming? Was all of that Big Mami Raquel Gonzaléz nonsense she'd spent last night dreaming of and cowering from carrying over into yet another dream? Surely, it wasn't real. There's no way WarGames could've ended that way, no way those horrible things Rhea was subjected to could've ever come to pass in a standard, just reality. But, as Rhea began to come to, rubbing her eyes before finally opening them properly, she caught wind of her surrounding area. And suddenly, that standard and just reality seemed a bit further out of reach than The Nightmare initially thought.

Surrounding Ripley were several walls and a roof, those of which she didn't initially recognize, which at first, wasn't so strange. After all, WWE Superstars find ...

... themselves in different hotel rooms every night, each eventually blending into the other. But this...this was different. As Rhea shook off the rust, the color of the walls, the questionable decor adorning them, the furniture adjacent to the very bed she was laying on...they all gradually became eerily familiar. Then she realized that this, the room she'd awoken in, was the very same room from one of her dreams! And, as horrifying as that realization was, it brought along one far more terrifying than anything Rhea could've possibly imagined.

Dreams aren't real, and while many believe that events that occur in dreams hold mystic powers that can provide a vague look into one's future or past, they hold no actual weight on the world we live in. Rhea tragically stumbled upon the realization that, if this room from her dream was, in fact, real, then the dream she remembered having could not have been. That what she'd dreamt...she hadn't. That she, instead, lived every pathetic, shameful second and now, the jacked arm latched onto her breasts and that...that fullness in her rear-end made a whole lot more sense.

Rhea felt a chill dart up her spine as it occurred to her exactly where that addictingly full feeling was coming from. It was oddly satisfying but the implications made enjoying it too difficult. As more seconds passed, and the horrific implications reached a boiling point, they stopped being vague and morphed into her new, unwelcomed reality. And just like that, Rhea's ...