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The same way you got this job – the same way you got your boyfriend.” She stumbled as she tried to get to her feet, and collapsed across one of the benches in the middle of the room. The drugs that knocked her out were clearly wearing off by the second, and he wanted her at her full abilities when he… She bit back a moan as his hand slipped beneath her ‘Fearless’ top, wincing at her body’s treachery when he found her extended nipple.His arms felt so similar to Cena’s, and it brought back good memories to just a few short months ago.She moaned quietly, her tears flowing down her beautiful face, as she was ruthlessly molested by the Beast.Her feet still spread out by his powerful legs, she had no choice but to allow his hands to roam her chest as he pleased, her legs spread wide for his fingers to encroach any time he wished.He bent her knees forward, and her ass stuck out eagerly against his throbbing, veiny member.With a grin, the Beast incarnate, Brock Lesnar, began feeding the hungry cunt of Nicole Bella.Story Title: The Conquering of Nikki Bella Author’s Name: Rihaan Content Codes: MF, Rape, Reluc, Rough, Drugged, Creampie, NC Celebs: Brock Lesnar, Nikki Bella Disclaimer: This story is not a representation of any of the WWE celebrities/superstars mentioned. ” His fingers curled into a tuft of strands, and he yanked her closer to him, and she cried out. Then she caught up with the words he said, and he grinned wryly in response to the fear that took over her eyes. Yes, ‘we.’ And if you don’t give us what we want, keep in mind that we could just go pick her up.” She struggled to find her voice. ” Not bothering to look at her shocked face, he turned around and began to walk towards the exit. She kicked savagely against the unknown presence, but the assailant quickly kicked her legs apart and turned her around, pushing her face into the cool material of the lockers, while using a large palm to force her hands together and locked behind her back. The heavy mass of man behind her clearly wasn’t John. “Don’t do this…” Brock Lesnar grinned to himself as she began squirming is his tight grip.
She flinched back, and cried out in pain as her head hit a firm metallic surface. You recognize talent when you see it, and you used your best assets to get what you want. No offense to Eddie – you do know who that is, right? I lied to get where I was, but I used my skills to stay there.There were very few instances where Brock Lesnar felt any type of jealousy of anyone else.And now, as he gently stroked the lips of her glistening vulva through the crotch of Nikki’s leggings with his index finger, while pushing her head back to the steel lockers, he smelt a smidgeon of jealousy – and maybe, a bit of respect – for John Cena.And of course, with press in the back, he was too chicken-shit to go for one quickie in his changing room.All they needed to do was keep quiet, and they’d never find – “Oh, FUCK!