Beautiful Brutality Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Beautiful Brutality Ch. 04

... for an eternity and a day, sweetheart. It's because I'm...the...best!" With that, Charlotte emphatically took hold of Rhea's broad, muscular shoulders, using that leverage to force The Brutal Baddie down to her knees.

In what could only be seen as a questionable move, Rhea fought and struggled against Charlotte's force, only to be denied when she found The Queen to be stronger than herself. Then, when her squirming failed, she even tried to throw a few punches, all of which either missed or were caught with one of Flair's long, jacked legs, rendering them ineffective. Which, left her with only one act of defiance.

"You'll pay, bitch, I promise!" Rhea swore, her typically beautiful face scarred by a very ugly hatred of The Queen.

"Aww, sure I will," Charlotte joked, keeping Rhea restrained until the ass-kicker from Adelaide stopped fighting back. "Just like I did all of those other times weak little bitches said I would."

"The hell do they have to do with me?" Rhea asked, clearly agitated as Charlotte drifted off to the other side of the room.

Flair, ignoring Rhea's question, arrived at the further-most wall in the room, covered from top to bottom in a variety of different sex toys and strap-on harnesses. As she scanned over her verbose collection, Charlotte inquired, "You don't realize that you're just like anyone who's ever dared to challenge me, do you, Rhea?"

"There's no one in this company like me, mate," Rhea insisted, but Charlotte immediately shook ...

... her head in disagreement.

"Not true," Charlotte asserted, her hand reaching out and grabbing a large purple dildo off of the shelf and checking it over in a variety of ways, including running her hand along the length. "There are so, so many people just like you, Rhea. Becky, Sasha, The Bellas? Paige, Alexa, Asuka? Hell, Ronda?! You're just like them. They all thought it a smart idea to challenge the greatest wrestler of all-time, just like you. And you Rhea, just like them, failed miserably. And that's a real shame."

"Shame?" Rhea asked, a mixture of anger and intrigue in her voice.

"Oh yeah, big time," Charlotte confirmed, putting back the large purple dildo and grabbing a smaller, vibrating lime green number with a small hole in the faux-ballsack that housed the motor, and a remote control displayed alongside it. "I've been watching you for a while, Rhea. Over in the U.K., and then especially on NXT proper. At your best, you've been very impressive, I'll give you that. Not just strong, but smart and conservative, too. I really thought you'd be the first one to actually give me a challenge."

"Ya gonna get ya challenge soon enough," Rhea assured, only to be ignored as Charlotte rambled on, looking over yet another varying sex toy.

"I thought you'd be somebody. Instead, you proved that you're just like the rest. Another wannabe. Not a contender to my throne, but a pretender. Just another conquest."

"Just another conquest?! Fuck off, mate," Rhea kicked off. ...