Girls Get It Done To Them update

Annie turned away from her. “You’re out of your goddamn mind.”

Maeve didn’t wait for Annie to either walk away from her or give in and bend over. She shoved Annie forward, into the chairs where she and Stormfront had been tanning, so that Annie sprawled over their dual width with her ass in the air.

“Maeve!” Annie protested, trying to wiggle free as the Queen held her down. “I’m not your property! You can’t just fuck me whenever you want!”

Maeve wrenched both of Annie’s small wrists behind her back, holding them in place with one of her own strong hands. “That’s absolutely what you are and what I can do. You’re mine. No one else gets to have you. And now, I’m going to remind you of that fact until you can’t even remember that cunt’s name.” She chuckled. “Or your own. And you don’t need to. All you need to know is that you’re Queen Maeve’s bitch.”

With her other hand, she reached down into Annie’s panties, squeezing her buttocks before pushing her fingers into the delicious part between the creamy cheeks. Annie gasped as Maeve touched her dry anus, playing the pads of her fingers over it, but holding back from actually penetrating it. Maeve absolutely wanted to see that angelic face contorted under the intense pressure of being ass-fucked, but not all-out pain.

Instead, she reached lower, groping at Annie’s pussy from behind. Her mons were wet, of course, coating Maeve’s fingers with more and more lubrication as Maeve felt her up. Annie’s face screwed up. She groaned and sighed as Maeve caressed her roughly, eyes rolling back. Maeve thought it was how casually she was using Annie that was really getting her off. If she’d wanted, she could’ve made Starlight come then and there. But she wanted Annie to get off on being dominated, punished—on being sodomized like the anal bitch she was. She pulled her hand away just as Annie’s eyes were lit up, on the verge of climax.

And, with her fingers dripping wet, she rubbed them back and forth between Annie’s smooth white buttocks. “Don’t forget, Annie, you’re mine. Not just mine, but my little anal whore. Maybe that cunt Stormfront got you all twitterpated and you forgot, but the fact is, you live to have me fucking you in the ass. You can’t get enough of it. You wish you got to be my cocksleeve every fucking day. And I damn near make that a reality. So I’m just gonna remind you of how much you like my cock up your ass. Don’t you?”

She stuffed her middle finger into Annie’s sphincter, jamming it in deep. Years of experience with fucking women in the ass, and intensive study of Annie’s ass in particular over the past few months—a cramming session, so to speak—told her that she wasn’t hurting Annie, but her girlfriend was so keyed up that the pleasure she felt was hard to take. Embarrassing. Especially when they’d just been fighting. Annie would feel guilty about coming because of her psycho girlfriend, but Maeve didn’t care. Annie could think she was crazy all she wanted, she still couldn’t go a day without wishing she was Maeve’s cock holster.

Annie cringed. “Fuck, Maeve, come on, please, that hurts! No more, please!” She tried to wiggle free, but Maeve knelt one knee on her, pinning her hands in place behind her back and keeping her where she was. Her middle finger kept pumping and twisting in Annie’s asshole. “I’m not your anal whore! I’m not!”

Maeve took her finger out and Annie gasped in relief.

“Now you’re just telling lies,” she said, patting the smooth white globes she’d left splayed and flushed. “I bet it didn’t even hurt that much. You’ve taken a lot bigger. I was just getting you ready for my cock, but maybe you don’t want to wait that long. Maybe you want my strap-on in your nice little asshole and you don’t care how much it hurts. Is that it, Annie?” She ran her fingers up and down the groove between Annie’s fat cheeks. “You’re fucking wet, Annie. I don’t have to see it. I can smell it. It’s like I’m eating your pussy, Annie, only my nose isn’t anywhere near your snatch. You’re just so fucking turned on that I can smell it from being in the same room as you.”

“Please don’t talk like that,” Annie moaned. She couldn’t deny that her pussy was flowing, her juices puddling on the chair under her loins. Her cunt pitched and gulped with the pulses of aching soreness she felt in her violated asshole. “Just because you turn me on doesn’t mean you should talk like that…”

Maeve stripped away Annie’s bikini bottoms. She felt calmer now that Annie was submitting to her. As Annie shifted into her natural role as anal slut, Maeve felt the rush of dominance that calmed her raging jealousy. Becoming the dutiful dominatrix who only topped Annie to give her the sadomasochistic pleasure she was addicted to. “I’m sorry, Annie, but you were the one being dishonest. You were acting like you weren’t my anal bitch and we both know that isn’t the truth. So I had to remind you of your place. And you like your place, don’t you? You like being my little ass-fuck whore. You don’t want anything else, anyone else. You just want to be mine.”

“Not when you talk so… crude!” Annie snapped. “But when you’re nice… and I can tell that you love me… and I know you’re doing it to make me feel good…”

“It always feels good with me,” Maeve purred. “Because you’re an anal slut and you love getting sodomized, even when it hurts.”

Annie blushed. “Maeve, please…”

Maeve, in turn, growled. “That fucking lost little girl act turns me on so much. I wanna fuck your ass so bad, see what a nasty whore you are after you’ve had a few orgasms. But I can wait a minute. Go get the lube, baby. I don’t want it to hurt too much when I wreck your asshole. Mmmm—just enough that you know I’m gaping that nice good girl hole of yours. Shit, Annie, thinking about how tight that little hole of yours heals up gets me so fucking hot. It’s like you’re such a fucking good girl, you go back to being an anal virgin every time I look away.”

“I’ll hurry,” Annie breathed, desperately moving for the bathroom, but Maeve grabbed her by the hair—laughing as her grip pulled Annie short like a dog straining at a leash. At least now she was sure Annie wasn’t wearing a wig. All Maeve wanted was her, nothing else.

“Take your top off too,” Maeve told her. “I wanna see those cute little tits bounce as you run around. Fuck, you know I’m really going to make them jiggle when I’m railing you in the ass.”

Annie obediently undid her bikini top, pulling it away from her modest breasts, and savoring how Maeve drank in the sight. She somewhat tempestuously turned her back on Maeve—still feeling the woman’s eyes on her smooth hips and long legs as she walked into the bathroom.

There, she turned to present her ass to the mirror and took a look at its reflection, pulling at one of her buttocks to reveal the little pink ring of her anus and the shimmering juice around it. It looked vividly swollen, alive in a way, as if it were visually radiating the itchy pulse Annie felt going through her asshole—demanding to be sated.

She opened up the medicine cabinet and took out a tube of K-Y jelly. When she came out of the bathroom, she tossed it to Maeve. Maeve had stripped as well, now wearing only her strap-on. Either she’d had it on underneath her costume or she carried it with her or maybe she’d just hidden it somewhere around Annie’s trailer so she was always ready to fuck her.

And she still had on her bracers, boots, and tiara, which sent a jagged pulse of arousal through Annie’s cunt. Queen Maeve, the girl on the posters on Annie’s wall, was about to fuck her. All she could think about was coming nice and hard for her Queen, knowing that would make Maeve happy—make Annie a good little bitch for her.

“Good girl,” Maeve said, twisting off the cap. “I’m glad you’re finally getting used to the idea of what’s going to happen to your fat ass.”

Annie went to the bed without her mistress and girlfriend asking. “It’s not that fat… I do these squats… hey, it’s not going to hurt that bad, will it? I mean, you’ll pull it out if I say it’s too much?”

Maeve rolled her eyes. “You know it never hurts more than you like it. That’s why you always beg for more and you never tell me to stop. You’re a good little anal whore. You love having a little something in your ass, particularly when it’s my nice big cock.”

She spread a thin line of lube between Annie’s buttocks, then set the tube aside to work the slime into Annie’s sphincter. “There. Just like it should be.” She used her index finger to push the lube into Annie’s grommet, then wiped her fingers on Annie’s cheeks. Her bitch’s asshole still offended her with how neatly closed it was, but that wouldn’t last long. Even if Annie’s body always healed up from the gapes Maeve left it with, she would just fuck it over and over again, until that gaping asshole might as well be permeant. “We’re gonna get that hole nice and greasy, make it a good little cock holster just like an anal whore like you should have.”

Annie shuddered at how Maeve talked about her. With her arousal this high, Maeve’s crude, domineering words seemed only to turn her on. “Do you think my ass looks good?” she asked, giving it a little shake now that Maeve’s fingers were done with it.

“It looks so good, baby,” Maeve almost moaned.

Annie reached back and pulled open her buttocks with both hands. She could practically feel Maeve drooling over her lubed up anus. “Not fat?”

Maeve groaned huskily. “It looks good because it’s fat. I love seeing that big ass jiggle when I’m pumping into it—wiggle like a bowl of Jell-O when you’re coming…”

Annie huffed a breath, unable to believe Maeve or herself for still being shocked at Maeve’s nasty antics. “I do squats…” she sighed.

Maeve gave her generous booty a smack. “If it helps, your hole definitely feels good and tight when I’m fucking it.” She leaned down to kiss one of Annie’s cheeks, then lick a dollop of lube from the other one. Sweet little Annie had gotten the kind that tasted like strawberry. She bit her lips as she stared at the tiny hole embedded within Annie’s narrow channel, knowing that tidy little orifice was not long for this world. “Oh yeah, it’s a perfect little entrance. I can’t even tell I just fingered it. I’m really gonna hafta fuck it hard to get this baby open.”

Annie cringed, cheeks blazing. “Just put some lube on your c… on your apparatus too. I don’t want you to forget again.”

Maeve grinned. “Yeah, you so hated it, coming three times before I got it all in.” She goosed Annie, who let out a shriek. “Since it’s your asshole, why don’t you lube me up?” She tossed the tube of K-Y onto Annie’s bare back. “Go on. Use as much as you think you’ll need.”

Annie reached behind herself to pick up the tube before she straightened out. She just knew the game Maeve was playing. She was going to use too much—not like the expert assfucker Queen Maeve would use—and next thing you knew, she’d be back at the pharmacy, the role model of millions buying another tube of sexy time cream, unable to think about one thing other than Maeve’s cock in her ass. Maeve was just way too good at setting Annie up like this… it would be unbearable if Annie didn’t always end up coming so hard.

“Go on,” Maeve goaded her, putting her hands on her hips and jutting her pelvis forward so that her strap-on seemed to loom over the whole scene. “Make that big cock as slick as you want it. Get it nice and slippery until it’s dripping with lube if you’re afraid of it hurting that much…”

Annie squeezed out a big pile of lube onto her right palm—an amount she was immediately self-conscious about—then she wrapped her fingers around Maeve’s strap-on, squeezing it so that her palm squished the lubricant into the dildo. She stroked the lube into the ridges of the false erection. Kneaded its material until all of it shined with the K-Y jelly.

“That’s it, Annie,” Maeve drawled. “You wouldn’t want to leave any of it dry. Just imagine how that would feel going up your ass…”

Soon Annie was using both hands, stroking Maeve’s dildo with all ten fingers. Grinding both her palms into its heft. She knew the thing wasn’t real, that Maeve couldn’t feel what she was doing, but she could’ve sworn Maeve was getting off on the act nonetheless.

It was almost a surprise when Maeve gave her a curt “Enough! I want your ass, Annie. Now.”