Sasha Has Even More Fun at Alexa's Expense

Sasha reaches back into the diaper bag, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent. The audience gasps collectively as she pulls out a large, oversized baby bottle filled with milk and an adult-sized pink pacifier with the words "Baby Bliss" emblazoned across the shield.

"The outfit isn't complete yet!" Banks announces, holding the infantile items aloft for the crowd to see. "Every baby needs her bottle and her binky!"

"No... please... enough..." Alexa whimpers, backing away until she hits the turnbuckle. The diaper crinkles loudly with each step, the sound amplified by the arena's microphones. Her hands remain crossed over her bare chest, her eyes wide with terror.

Sasha advances slowly, savoring the moment. "What's wrong, Baby Bliss? Aren't you thirsty after all that crying?"

When Banks reaches her cornered prey, she thrusts the pacifier forward first. Alexa clamps her lips shut and turns her head away, but Sasha grabs her by the chin, squeezing her cheeks until her mouth pops open. With a swift motion, she shoves the pacifier between Bliss' lips.

"There we go! Much better!" Sasha coos mockingly as the crowd roars with approval. "Now everyone can see what a good little baby you are!"

Alexa's face burns crimson as she stands trembling, the oversized pacifier bobbing ridiculously between her lips. She raises a hand to remove it, but Sasha catches her wrist.

"Ah-ah-ah! Babies don't get to decide when the binky comes out," Banks admonishes. "Now, it's time for your bottle!"

Gripping Alexa by her platinum blonde hair, Sasha drags her to the center of the ring. "Ladies and gentlemen," she announces, "Baby Bliss is going to take her victory lap!"

With a rough shove, Banks forces Alexa to walk the perimeter of the ring, directing her with painful tugs of her hair. The diaper forces an awkward, bow-legged waddle as Bliss struggles to maintain her balance. Each step produces a loud crinkling sound that echoes throughout the arena.

"Wave to your fans, Baby!" Sasha commands, yanking Alexa's hair when she hesitates.

Trembling violently, Alexa raises one arm in a pathetic half-wave, keeping the other desperately pressed against her exposed breasts. The pacifier bobs between her lips as she fights back fresh tears.

At each corner of the ring, Sasha forces her to stop and turn to face a different section of the crowd. The audience's phones light up the arena as thousands capture the moment of ultimate humiliation.

"Time for your milk!" Banks announces when they complete the circuit. She forces Alexa down to her knees in the center of the ring, the diaper crinkling loudly as it compresses beneath her.

Sasha removes the pacifier, letting it dangle from a ribbon around Alexa's neck, and immediately replaces it with the nipple of the baby bottle. "Drink up, Baby Bliss!"

When Alexa refuses to suck, Sasha tilts the bottle upward, forcing the milk to flow. It spills from the corners of Alexa's mouth, streaming down her chin and dripping onto her bare chest. The crowd chants "DRINK! DRINK! DRINK!" as Bliss struggles against the indignity.

"What's wrong? Don't you like your ba-ba?" Sasha taunts, continuing to tilt the bottle until Alexa has **** but to swallow or ****.

Milk dribbles down Alexa's body as she reluctantly sucks at the bottle, her eyes squeezed shut in shame. The audience's jeers and laughter wash over her in waves, each chant of "BABY BLISS" driving home the completeness of her degradation.