Gemma's strap-on came out with the momentum of Tasha pulling hers out, Tasha got the perfect view of just how much damage she had done, but nevertheless she ordered, "Spread those cheeks. Oh yeah, spread your girlfriend's cheeks for me Gemma, and show me what I've done to her little asshole."
Tasha then chuckled wickedly with delight as Gemma slowly reached behind her girlfriend, grabbed two handfuls of meaty cheeks and pull them wide apart, it beautifully emphasized the gape, and the submission.
It also made for a better photo, Tasha having already grabbed her phone and taken a few shots of her masterpiece. To her it was art, something she felt lost in staring at until Paisley finally began to stir, giving Tasha the perfect opportunity to revel in her victory, and put the explanation point on breaking her rival.
"Paisley? Take over spreading your cheeks for me. Oh yeah, spread those cheeks you broken bitch. Oh, show me you know your place," Tasha ordered, giggling with delight as Paisley slowly did as she was told. Then Tasha pushed, "You do know your place, don't you Paisley? Huh? Good, then say it!"
Paisley had just nodded, and then she whimpered, pausing for a few long seconds before replying softly, "I'm a bottom."
"And?" Tasha pushed.
The next words were physically painful for Paisley to utter, but after what she had just been through, she had no choice other than to admit, "Your bitch."
"You're what now?" Tasha pushed further.
"I'm your bitch," Paisley whimpered louder than before.
Getting angry Tasha stomped over to the gaped diva, grabbed a handful of dark black hair, yanked it backwards and growled, "You're what?"
"Ah, I'm your bitch! I'm your bitch I'm your bitch I'm your anal loving bitch!" Paisley wept, breaking down. "I'm nothing but your anal loving bitch. I swear! I'm so sorry I was pretending to be a top, pretending to be alpha, when you're so obviously the alpha. I just wanted to be like you. But I'm not. I'm a walking fuck hole which should be grateful to be a real woman's bitch."
"Yes, yes you should," Tasha switched tactics, stroking Paisley's hair as she wept. "There, there, don't cried Paisley. This is a good thing. Now you don't have to pretend to be something you're not, and you can be the happy little bottom you were born to be. Don't worry, all my bitches get it up the butt a lot, and we're going to have so much fun together, exposing you for the fraud you are."
"Yes. Mistress," Paisley wept, continuing to do so for several minutes as Tasha just gently stroked her hair.
"And we're going to start by taking a few more pictures," Tasha continued like she never stopped. "Oh yeah, get down on your knees in front of me, and suck my cock! Suck it nice and clean of your slutty ass and make it good for the camera. Yes, that's it, good girl."
Paisley got down onto her knees in front of Tasha and then looked up at her. She was moving slowly, but that was very understandable given what the poor girl had just gone through, and that became totally forgiven when their eyes locked. Tasha knew her little plan had worked, and Paisley had broken entirely.
There was embarrassment, shame and humiliation in those eyes, but there was also submission and an eagerness to please, and most importantly of all not a hint of defiance. Paisley wrapped her lips around the strap-on, moaning with shameless happiness at the flavor of the deepest part of her own butt before beginning to bob her head up and down the toy.
Tasha just watched this, and then softly ordered without looking away, "Gemma, take off your cock and suck it clean."
Tasha then did briefly look up, not to make sure that Gemma was doing as she was told, because she had no doubt that she would, and could even sense it, seeing both the women that used to top her, going ass to mouth at the same time.
Gemma closing her eyes and moaning just as shamelessly and happily as her girlfriend. Tasha chuckled with delight and opened her mouth to continue the verbal humiliation, but really, what could she say? She had won, completely and totally, and the only thing left to do was prove it to everyone else. Tasha took a few more photos of Gemma and particularly Paisley greedily going ass to mouth and then sent them to every female wrestler in her contact list, including a few choice words, and of course a lot of pictures of Paisley's completely destroyed bottom.
Tasha's eyes locked with the dildo still in her hand, and then shrugged. There was no one who could judge her, so she might as well complete the set. So, she bought it up to her lips and slowly pushed it inside, Tasha moaning as loudly and shamelessly as her two new bitches as she continued celebrating her victory.
Chapter 7 Becca
Tasha was on top of the world as she walked through the latest arena. She was the Lesbian Wrestling League Women’s Champion, and on the verge of taking the mostly vacant Lesbian Wrestling League alpha female title after breaking a wannabe alpha female in Paisley.
She had spent the last week anally pounding that little ass whore in preparation for tonight, when she would get to walk into the Lesbian Wrestling League Women’s locker room and state, she was the rightful alpha female of the whole company. She was going to prove it by butt fucking the formerly mighty Paisley, the first-ever Lesbian Wrestling League Women’s Champion and alpha female in front of everybody. Tasha so lost in imagining it that she didn't even see the hand reaching for her before it grabbed her.
Suddenly Tasha found herself yanked into a storage closet and pushed against a wall, but before she got
