Beautiful Brutality Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Beautiful Brutality Ch. 04

... its tracks.

"You. The pathetic little bitch stripping for me, wearing the nice set of underwear I picked out for you, because I knew you'd try and show up to my house wearing something completely unflattering." Charlotte pointed out and Rhea simply rolled her eyes. The Nightmare may not have liked what Charlotte was saying, but she couldn't deny the truth that lurked just beneath the surface.

Ripley was, in fact, stripping for Charlotte, and while it was hardly because she WANTED to, it didn't make her look any tougher. And, she had tried to dampen Charlotte's experience by wearing the rather plain and unflattering shirt and sweatpants combo. Rhea assumed that, since she'd managed to get Charlotte to agree to bum her in the quiet comfort of her actual bedroom, hundreds of miles away from any locker room or WWE Superstar-lurking hotel suite, she could pull a fast one by NOT dolling herself up. Luckily, Charlotte was prepared for that possibility.

"Whatevah," Rhea dismissed, her catchphrase when she had no logical "out" to a conversation that she couldn't win; problems usually go away if you ignore them, right? Of course, returning her attention to stripping for The Queen wasn't the best way to "take her mind off things", but it was obvious by Charlotte's expression that she wasn't happy with the extended pause in Rhea's performance. And as bad as things already were, Rhea understood that they could definitely get worse. So, she got back to work, bending over as the ...

... thick, shield-like fabric of those dreadful sweatpants passed over the applebottom of Charlotte's eye.

"Oh shit, there it is!" Charlotte happily cheered as soon as Rhea's perfect peach came into view. "God, Rhea, has anyone ever told you how awesomely fuckable your butt is? It's so, so, SO amazing!"

Rhea growled, "Ya, and they didn't live to tell anyone else."

"You know that intimidation routine isn't going to work on me, right?" Charlotte asked, and again, Rhea brushed off The Queen's sentiment with a simple, "Whatevah."

Luckily for Rhea, her stripping nightmare was over. Those pants were down around her ankles soon enough, quickly kicked aside, leaving her body exquisitely displayed in the black lace that Charlotte had picked out, the aesthetic not so different that Rhea's typical ring gear, just far more lewd in nature. However, when one door closes, another tends to open with dreadful new possibilities. Rhea knew that the ending of her first humiliation, leaving her cheeks a bright, shameful red, was only the beginning. The beginning of the night where her life would change forever, the night where Charlotte Flair would take her anal virginity.

***

"Oh God, Rhea, I can only imagine how fucking great this butt looked in those panties," Raquel hungrily purred, delivering another sharp thrust right up Ripley's rump, the left of Rhea's big natural's still caught in Big Mami's vice-like grip.

"It was...humiliatin'," Rhea squeaked out.

Another passionate ...