Beautiful Brutality Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Beautiful Brutality Ch. 04

... herself but, ultimately, succumbed and turned around, bending over and presenting her arse to The Queen. Charlotte, setting down the lube and strap, grinned as she stepped out of her robe, now only wearing the NXT Women's championship, which was taken off moments later and set aside. The Queen, in her gloriously muscular birthday suit, retrieved the strap-on and tightened it around her waist before kneeling down behind Rhea and that perfect, unfucked ass. But, there was just one thing off: while Rhea was bent over, she wasn't in the proper "bitch position".

"Stop holding yourself up," Charlotte demanded.

"What, this isn't enough for ya?" Rhea argued, trying her best to avoid shoving her face in the carpet below, which would really solidify the humiliation of this moment. Unfortunately, her argument could use some work, evidenced by Charlotte's inability to budge on her stance.

"No. Or did you just miraculously forget everything I said about how this isn't a big deal for me?"

"I don't know, I just thought this was embarrassin' enough," Rhea insisted, but Charlotte still wasn't having it.

"Do it now, or else," The Queen threatened, and Rhea couldn't help but giggle.

"Is that supposed to fucken scare me, mate? Ya think ya can make this any fucken worse for me? Go on, take a shot! See if I care!" Rhea pushed as Charlotte loomed, ready to take The Nightmare up on her offer. Without another word, Flair reached down and forced Rhea's head to the floor, that sharp ...

... rod protruding from her waist poking Ripley's bum.

"I'm not in the business of intimidation, Rhea, that's your gig. But what I am in the business of, is girl butts. And business is good when we do things my way, understand?" Charlotte asked sternly, and when her question went unanswered, slapped Rhea's ass as hard as she could before reiterating, "Do you understand?"

"Yes, okay? God, I fucken understand, okay?"

"Do you, now? Well, forgive me, Ripley, but...I just find that a bit hard to believe," Charlotte asserted.

"Trust me," Rhea grunted, the force of Flair's hand digging into her back more than overwhelming. "I mean it."

"Then say..."

Rhea interrupted and sighed, "God, don't make me say it!", an act that quickly earned her another swat to that delicious booty, silencing The Riptide and leaving the floor to Charlotte.

"Then say, 'I understand, my Queen'."

"Ugh, do I have to-OWW," Rhea complained again, only to be interrupted with another harsh smack, forcing her to comply. "Alright, fine. I...I understand, my...my..."

***

Interrupting Rhea's story, Raquel asked, "Oh my God, you didn't actually say that, did you, Rhea?", following another pump of her hips, slamming her lower half into Rhea's.

"Mmmm-I did," Rhea admitted, turning her head in shame. "I hated it. I-ooh fuck-I hated bein' pushed around by Charlie but, I had no choice. S-She made me say it."

"Oh, you had a choice. Just like when you made me work to hear my proper title leave ...