Beautiful Brutality Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Beautiful Brutality Ch. 04

... you, my little nightmare! I've got the rest of my life to hear you profess your love for my cock! I'm not above EARNING that privilege, even if I shouldn't have to. But, we'll have it your way. You'll be screaming soon enough! Just remember, Rhea...deep breaths, count backwards from 100... do whatever you need to do to try and stop yourself from worshiping your Queen! Hahahahahahaha!!!"

Another round of incessant cackling acted as the background music for the beginning of what promised to be the most horrifying, unbearable experience of Rhea Ripley's life. The moment she'd been dreading since tapping out to that stupid fucking Figure-Eight leg-lock. Hell, it was arguably a moment that Rhea had been dreading since the first time she wore a strap-on, but simply never thought would come to pass. Nobody could touch her, nobody ever had. Just under a week ago, Rhea would've never guessed that she'd have to kiss her anal virginity goodbye at all, much less before ever making it to WWE's main roster. Now, in just a few, bittersweet seconds, Charlotte Flair was going to make it official.

Rhea's breaths were heavy, her heart was pounding, as she felt the tip of that rubber, baby-blue girlcock press against her butthole, those cognitive functions grew a little harder to perform. Almost instinctively, a tightness began to form in her chest. The air was running shorter and shorter around her, building to that career-defining moment when Charlotte finally pushed forward, knocking ...

... the wind out of Rhea's lungs.

Pushing, pushing, pushing was The Queen, her pressure unrelenting despite how little Ripley's inexperienced hole was complying. Rhea winced as her ass was invaded, that ugly, twisted expression only becoming more vile as Charlotte continued the onslaught. Flair tried and tried, far longer than she'd ever been forced to try before in the name of slipping her head inside Rhea's rigid rectum, that ring rejecting that rod at first but gradually ripping apart and forcing itself to accommodate Charlotte's gift. Forcing itself to worship The Queen.

Such was a staple of Charlotte's career in WWE. Her cocks, every one of which adorning this very special room in her palatial estate she's used at various points on various buttholes, seemed to have that effect on women. A little push is all it ever took for another girl's asshole to learn its purpose and accept its fate. Unfortunately, the big, bad Nightmare, The Goth Dommy Mommy was no different.

Through delicious squeals that serenaded Charlotte's ears and squirming that had Rhea somehow struggling to keep a firm grip on her massive booty, her butthole expanded larger and larger until finally, the head slipped in, each woman letting out a guttural groan as what would arguably be the toughest part was over. Even The Queen herself broke a sweat during the struggle, Charlotte wiping her brow before retaking the bottle of lube into her grasp and emptying even more on the battlefield.

Setting the ...