Pain in the ass

Chelsea was pacing her hotel room and feeling completely alone. She didn't have Piper or her precious U.S. women's title with her. Why? Because just a few hours ago, she lost it to Zelina Vega of all people. And now because of the infamous U.S. title rule, she has to submit to Zelina in whatever way the smaller woman wants her to for the whole night. Zelina ordered her to wait for Zelina in Chelsea's hotel room and banned her from bringing Piper with her.

Chelsea continued pacing the room trying to think of a way out of her current situations when her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door. She opens in to Zelina, leaning against the door frame wearing tight jeans, a nerdy t-shirt, and her hair in a messy bun. An infuriating smile plastered on her face.

“Took you long enough. Hurry up and come in” Chelsea demanded as she hurriedly pulled her inside and shut the door.

“Oh, I've heard you're a natural submissive, but I didn't think you'd be this eager to be topped.” Zelina teased.

“I'm not. I just don't want anyone to see you and think I'd actually associate with a loser like you.” Chelsea barked back.

Zelina raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “One, your win-loss record is as bad as mine. Two, don't forget who won the match tonight. Three, I had a lot of different ideas about how I would use you tonight, but you just helped me make up my mind.” After dropping that ominous line, Zelina made herself comfortable by sitting at the foot of the bed. “Lay across my lap on your stomach.” Zelina ordered with a calculating smirk on her face.

Chelsea wanted to argue and again remind Zelina about her low station in both the company and life but she resisted the urge. If she acted too bratty, it could be seen as refusing to follow the U.S. title rule and get her shunned and kicked out of the company. She worked too hard to get this far to give it up now. So with an annoyed sigh, she crawled onto the smaller woman's lap. “Happy? Now what—” Chelsea attempted to say before being cut off by Zelina's hand smacking against her jeans-clad ass.

“Oh, shut up, puta. You're the biggest pain in the ass in the entire locker room.” Before Chelsea could respond, Zelina fired off 5 more consecutive smacks. “So I think it's time you get to deal with a pain in the ass too.” As she says this, Zelina peels Chelsea's skin-tight jeans off the Canadian's bubble butt, revealing her plump ass and cheetah-print thong.

“Whoa whoa. We can talk about this, Zelina.” She began to beg before once again being cut off by Zelina striking her ass. “Ow ow. I'm sorry for teasing you Zelina! Stop please!” Chelsea cried to no avail.

Zelina was having way too much fun to pay any attention to Chelsea's cry for mercy. Every time her hand connected with Chelsea's ass, Zelina watched the cheeks ripple. She watched as Chelsea's pasty skin turned a deep crimson color. She was so enthralled it took her a moment to break the trance of repeatedly spanking Chelsea's ass.

When she did break her focus, Chelsea was tearfully begging for mercy. “Please, no more. I can't take any more spankings. Please, I'm sorry. Please no more. Anything but spankings,” Chelsea sobbed.

Zelina's hand stayed frozen in the air. “Anything?” Zelina asked as an idea formed in her head.

“Yes, anything! Just stop with the spankings!” Chelsea said quickly in a whiny voice.

Zelina hummed to herself for a moment before answering. “Okay, but remember you said anything.” Zelina said with an evil chuckle. Then she brought her fingers to Chelsea's mouth. “Suck” she ordered.

Chelsea debated refusing, but she didn't want to risk Zelina deciding to spank her relentlessly again. So she slowly opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around Zelina's fingers. For a few minutes the only sound in the room was the sound of Chelsea licking and sucking Zelina's middle and pointer finger. When Zelina pulled her fingers away, Chelsea was happy, thinking her humiliation was over. That was until zelina pulled her panties down and began rubbing her lubed up pointer finger against Chelsea's puckered asshole.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Chelsea asked, despite knowing the obvious answer.

“I'm showing you what a real pain in the ass is.” She replied as she thrusted her finger as deep as it could go. Chelsea cried out in a humiliating mixture of pleasure and pain. “Oh, fuck. Please don't. I don't even let my husband use that hole.” She admitted it as Zelina pumped her fingers.

Unfortunately, that admission only made Zelina pump her finger faster and harder. After getting the Canadian's ass a little more stretched out, Zelina added two more fingers. She couldn't help but laugh cruelly as Chelsea sobbed in pleasure and pain while uselessly kicking her feet as her virgin asshole was ravaged.

For Chelsea it felt like it lasted an eternity. Listening to Zelina's laugh as she felt her ass getting stretched out and dominated was one of the most humiliating moments of her life. Chelsea had taken great pride in the fact she never had her as fucked before this point. Which is quite the feat for a female pro wrestler, since the women love putting their asses on the line in matches. Though admittedly she only managed to achieve this by running away from every challenge she thought she couldn't win, which was most of them. Which only made it worse was the fact the woman that's claiming her anal cherry is Zelina, the biggest loser in the entire company. A glorified manager who only manages overhyped jobbers. But now Zelina has the fact that she was the first to ever use Chelsea's ass. And of course she'll tell everyone and everyone will know Chelsea's shame. The thought of that kind of ongoing public humiliation mixed with the pain and pleasure of (practically) Zelina's whole fist fucking her ass was enough to finally drive Chelsea to a shameful yet mind-breaking orgasm.

Zelina only gave Chelsea a minute or so to come down from her orgasm before pushing her off her and onto the floor with a thud. Chelsea, still dazed, looked up at Zelina looking down on her while slowly peeling herself out of her skintight jeans and revealing a total lack of panties.

“Why do you look so surprised? You didn't think you'd be the only one having fun, did you? If you did, you'd be dumber than I thought. And trust me, that's saying something. No, I have something special planned for you. Your entire reign you've had someone else cleaning up your messes. Now you get to be the one cleaning up after someone else.”

Chelsea looked up at the smaller woman with fear and confusion. “What does that even mean?”

Zelina smirked, “There was a reason it took me so long to drop by your hotel room, idiot. I don't know if you noticed, but my husband returned to the company tonight. So we decided that after our matches we'd celebrate in an empty room in the stadium. And my man knows how I love to celebrate. With a nice big anal creampie.” Zelina explained while shaking her petite but perky ass in Chelsea's face. “The only downside to that is the clean-up. But luckily, winning this title came with a solution. My own personal ass licker,” she proclaimed proudly as she turned so that the kneeling Chelsea was at eye level with her ass.

Chelsea was shocked. The idea of licking someone's ass already disgusted her, but adding to that licking the cum out as well made her visibly pale. ”Come on. You don't actually expect me to do something so disgusting do you? I refuse.” Chelsea said, voice shaking.

“You can refuse. You can ask me to leave, and I will. Just know that means your time in the company is numbered. You know the rules. The locker room will do whatever they can to make your career hell. We already don't like you. What do you think they'll think about you after disrespecting the rule we all agreed on? A rule you already took advantage of. So the way I see it you only really have one option. Shut up and start licking my ass like a good puta.” Zelina said as she spread her cheeks with her hands.

Chelsea wanted to argue, yell, and throw a hissy fit. But she knew it wouldn't help her. All she could do was reluctantly bring her face closer to the smaller woman's asshole. Before she could raise the courage to press her face any closer, Zelina took charge. She grabbed a fistful of Chelsea's hair and pulled her forward until her face was pressed against her ass.

“Enough stalling. Lick, bitch.” Zelina ordered whilst already grinding her ass against Chelsea's face.

Chelsea finally listened and let her tongue slowly lick the outside of the new champion's ass. She could hear Zelina's soft moan as she swirled her tongue. But she could also feel Zelina's hand on the back of her head, silently ordering her to go deeper. Chelsea (already well past the point of total humiliation) gave in. She slid her tongue into the Latina's tight ass much to Zelina's appreciation.

The taste of cum hit Chelsea just as fast as the taste of Zelina's ass. It's clear Zelina and her husband made the best of their storage room quickie judging by the amount of cum stuffed in the pint-sized Latina.

“That's right lick it. You really should be thanking me, Chelsea. It's probably the first time in a very long time you got to taste a real man's cum. A strong, handsome man, not that man-child loser you're stuck with. An annoying Karen like you doesn't deserve a real man's cum anyway. The only way a loser like you gets to taste a real man's cum is when you're licking it out of a real woman. In fact, I want you to thank me for the privilege.” Zelina said gleefully

Chelsea tried to follow the command, but her words came out muffled against her rival's ass, much to Zelina's amusement.

Chelsea continued licking for what felt like ages until Zelina started grinding her ass against her face much more aggressively. After a few moments, Zelina let out a cry of pure pleasure and released her grip on Chelsea's head. Chelsea happily took the opportunity to take some deep breaths of air as Zelina recovered from her orgasm.

After a few minutes of recovery, Chelsea asked, “Are we done now? Can I go home?”

Zelina smirked, “Almost. But I think you forgot a little tradition you started when you topped Michin. Smile, Chelsea; you're about to get what you always wanted, the spotlight all to yourself." Zelina said as she teasingly shook the phone in her hand.

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The Champion's Prize group chat had been quiet since the original burst of activity it received when the chat was created. So when the women of WWE noticed a new notification in the chat, they were quick to open it. When they did, they were greeted by a video.

The video showed Chelsea bottomless, grinding her pussy against Zelina's shoe in a huge show of submissive humiliation. Her makeup was ruined by a mix of cum, juices, and tears making Chelsea look like a hot mess. The former champion was begging for permission to cum.

Zelina's voice blasted through the video. “Come on, puta. If you want to cum, you know what to do. Tell the camera what you are.”

“I'm an annoying cunt! A pathetic coward whose only worth is licking the ass of real women like Mistress Zelina! Please, please, please let me cum!” Chelsea begged.

“Okay. Cum for the camera. Show everyone how pathetic you really are.” Zelina said gleefully.

Chelsea came hard for the camera. Letting out loud, high-pitched cries of pleasure before collapsing to the floor. Zelina moves herself and the camera closer to the former champion and presses her juices-covered foot on the face of her defeated rival. She then switches the camera view to herself. She smiles at the camera before giving it a kiss and ending the video.