Tasha focused on what she was taunting Gemma with, once again choosing to focus on Paisley, "Oh, yes Gemma, suck it! Suck your own ass off my big dick, just like Paisley is going to do once I'm done with her pale little ass. Oh, I'm going to pound that lily-white ass of hers over, and over, and over again until she finally breaks completely and finally accept, she is nothing but an anal loving bitch. Oh yeah, it's going to be so fucking hot. I'm going to wreck that little ass of hers. Gape it even wider than your whore ass is now gaping. Maybe even send you a picture before I send her back to you. Yeah, I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you? Seeing your beloved Paisley moments after she accepts her place and becomes my permanent bitch. Fuck yeah, then maybe I'll fuck you together. Switching back and forth between your slutty little assholes and then take a picture of you both spreading your cheeks for me at the same time and showing off your gapes. Won't that be romantic?"
Those words made Gemma suck Tasha's cock more enthusiastically, the brunette especially laughing when the blonde looked up at her with incredible eagerness in her eyes. Gemma started stuffing the dildo down her throat, taking inch after inch without a hint of choking or gagging until her lips wrapped around the base, every inch of that cock was either buried in her mouth or her throat.
Gemma then paused to suck, and to savor, the last bit of her anal cream before she resumed bobbing her head up and down Tasha's shaft, continuing to give her the kind of BJ that any professional Lesbian Wrestling League diva, would be proud of.
Tasha made sure to take a couple more pictures of the kneeling slut, just so that she could show Paisley the entire story and taunt her even more. She would find Paisley tomorrow and blackmail the bitch into becoming her bitch for the night and then completely break her, removing the competition for alpha female in the process.
Chapter 6 Triple Stuffed
Paisley was fuming, and terrified, after receiving some very familiar pics from Tasha. She had deleted them immediately, but the damage was done. Tasha had those photos, and now Paisley found herself screwed. Both figuratively, and literally. She was also heartbroken, because this could only mean one thing. Gemma had betrayed her. Or had she? Tasha had done something to the poor bottom to make her talk. Paisley liked that idea better. But also, she hated it. Paisley stalked through the backstage area looking for the so-called Champ.
She found her in the diva's locker room. Gemma was there with her, but it still hurt, and the fact Gemma was on her knees beside Tasha, petted like a plaything deeply annoyed Paisley. Gemma was a bottom, but Tasha didn't have permission to play with her like that, and she knew Paisley knew it was a cheap trick designed to make her angry and stupid, but it was working, and honestly all she really had at that moment was the vague hope that she could use her anger to bluff her way out of this situation which she had been forced into by someone she loved.
"How dare you!" Paisley spat. "Do you know who I am?"
"My new bitch?" Tasha smiled smugly.
Paisley took a calming breath, walked forward until she was directly in Tasha's face and growled, "I'm the Lesbian Wrestling League alpha female! That means I outrank you, meaning, you're my bitch!"
"Really?" Tasha scoffed.
"Really!" Paisley held her ground.
"What kind of alpha female takes it up the ass?" Tasha asked. Then answering herself before Paisley truly had a chance, "The kind who's about to be replaced. Not that you ever truly were the alpha. Little CJ saw to that."
"Please, like you're that much taller," Paisley grumbled.
"So, what, you're saying you have a type?" Tasha quipped.
"I'm saying," Paisley began strong, but she trailed off as she frantically searched for the right words.
"It's over, Paisley," Tasha pointed out. "We both know it. And really, bottoming to The Belles? I shouldn't even give you a chance to get out of this."
"But?" Paisley questioned hopefully.
"But. let's make this interesting," Tasha continued. "If I can't break you tonight, I'll delete the photos. Maybe even let you top me, if I'm feeling generous. Who are we kidding, we both know tonight ends with you begging to be my bitch? And don't worry, I may leave you to beg for a while, but then definitely give you what you need. And then? I'll kept you, and your little girlfriend. I can't wait to show you off. Another steppingstone on the path to greatness. Oh, and speaking of stepping, and begging. get on your knees. Come on, you must know what I want. Oh, fuck yes, get on your knees and beg for the privilege of eating my cunt while you kiss my fucking feet!"
Paisley considered counter offering by challenging Tasha to fight, or just giving her a cheap shot and putting her in her place. Paisley couldn't guarantee victory, and Tasha had given her a good offer, especially as she had survived multiple ass fucking while keeping her desire to top.
She reluctantly got down on her knees and started kissing Tasha's bare feet. Tasha laughed with delight, taunted her
