Beautiful Brutality Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Beautiful Brutality Ch. 04

... bottle down again, Charlotte poked, "And...poof! It's mine! Ladies and gentlemen, wrestling fans around the world, Rhea Ripley's asshole virginity belongs to....who else? Who else but the mother-fucking Queen of Wrestling?! WOOO!!!"

Charlotte's gloating was unbearable, a fact that almost made Rhea appreciate the excruciating pain she was in. Silver linings and all, sure, but even still, Rhea was hardly celebrating a victory when that aforementioned pain was far worse than any vicious chop or devastating maneuver Rhea had suffered during a match. Hell, it was even worse than the Figure-Eight, a move that, over the years, has become so synonymous with not only beating bitches, but breaking them as well.

The Figure-Eight, the deadliest move in all of wrestling. A submission so devastating, Rhea heard that Sasha Banks once gave up her ass just so Charlotte would release the hold. Well and truly, the closest to an instant win move that anyone had ever seen. And yet, the damage it had dealt to Rhea just a few days ago paled in comparison to the wreckage Charlotte's cock was leaving behind. The ounces of lube, the rimming, the fingering? None of it was enough. Her butthole wasn't ready, Rhea wasn't prepared to swallow The Queen's monster. And to think, this wasn't even remotely Charlotte's biggest.

Which wasn't that odd, really. Rhea herself had a few strap-ons as big as anything Charlotte had decorating the walls, much less this one. But with that acknowledgement came the ...

... understanding that, if this more realistically- proportioned cock was this painful to take...then something more akin to what Rhea would use would absolutely break her.

Not "break her" break her in the metaphorical sense! More so, the literal. The cock snaking its way inside of her rectum, rubbing against her walls with barely a centimeter of breathing room, couldn't have been more than 8 or nine inches when Rhea laid eyes on it via a quick glance. Just the 2 or 3 she'd been subjected to was pure torture; she could only imagine 13 or 14. Which, strangely, got Rhea thinking about how anyone could take that much up their butt, much less her.

It was semi-understandable for a bottom, someone who's asshole is used to that kind of crude torture. But Rhea? She was the furthest thing from a bottom...right? This was, after all, her first and MOST DEFINITELY LAST time bottoming. Rhea's whole gimmick was inflicting pain and torturing her victims! Her butt could never get used to something so vile, something so horrible. Something so...wait. What was that?

Suddenly, Rhea felt something change...suddenly, a new sensation appeared. The tingle of skin-on-skin contact made its presence felt against the backs of her hands. But how could that be possible? Charlotte's hands weren't on hers; she would've recognized that feeling. Unless...no! There's no way! No FUCKING way!

"There it is, bitch! Every fucking inch up this dumpy! In record time, too! And I'll bet you were thinking that ...