The Royal Bitch 11

Wanda couldn’t quantify her enjoyment of this helpless subjugation. Was she really a masochist? When she’d watched Esme’s submission, had the strange pleasure that had driven her to join in really been a temptation; her wanting to be dominated as thoroughly as Esme was, perhaps even more so? 

Lorna’s finger, slender as it was, seemed to go impossibly deep into her burning asshole. It was perverse. Wanda couldn’t believe she was enjoying it. Tears of shame ran down her cheeks—she couldn’t deny the lust she felt in the middle of her degradation. I can’t sink any lower than this. I hate that I’m acting this way. I’m not some kind of submissive slut… I’m not… I’m not!

She was so lost in her maelstrom of emotions, furious denial and burgeoning enjoyment, that she actually didn’t notice Lorna pull her finger free. Then her sister knelt behind Wanda’s upturned ass. Lorna held the shiny chrome tip of her dildo against the taboo opening she’d already thoroughly violated. 

“What are you doing!?” Wanda gasped. “You can’t, you can’t—“

“I’m your mistress,” Lorna answered, holding her shaft. She centered the head on Wanda’s asshole, flared as it was from her preparing finger. Still, the tiny notch looked far too small to take a normal dildo, much less the monster that Lorna had brought to bear. “I can do whatever I want with you.”

The feeling of resistance, tightly wound against the base of the dildo as Lorna pushed forward, filled Lorna with a sense of power. Wanda really was hers to do with as she liked, a slave not even to her, but to Wanda’s own perverted desires. And those desires wouldn’t deny Lorna anything, no matter how depraved. Lorna leaned over Wanda’s back, snaking the tip of the dildo into her snug anus.

“God, you’re in my ass, you’re fucking my ass!” Wanda cried. “Stop! You can’t do that—not in my ass! It’s not supposed to… you’re not supposed to… please, Lorna, do it the regular way! Fuck me in the pussy! Please fuck my pussy!”

“Uh-uh. No way.” Lorna shook her head. “You wanted to be in Esme’s shoes. Well, guess what? She’s an anal slut. There’s nothing she likes better than when I use her ass as my cocksleeve. You’re going to love it too, sis. I’ll make you love it. C’mon, stop tightening up. I’m not hurting you, I’m fucking you. I’m making you come. You can feel it, can’t you—what your cunt’s doing while your ass is wrapped around my shaft?”

“OHHHHH GAWWD!”

Panting herself, Lorna watched gleefully as that pretty pink sphincter of Wanda’s stretched and slipped over the head of her dildo. Virgin no longer. She was claiming it, making it her personal fuck hole, and they both knew it. After this, Wanda would never be anyone else’s—never feel pleasure like this in any other way. She was becoming like Esme: a Royal Bitch.

“Fuck, you’re tight!” Lorna exclaimed with satisfaction. “You really are virgin, aren’t you? Or at least, you were.”

“Too much, too much!” Wanda whined, unable to hold enough air in her lungs to cry out. “Oh God, it hurts! You’re killing me! You’re making me—“ Then she broke off, ashamed of what she’d been about to say.

Lorna grinned fiercely. “The first time is the hardest. Time to break you in.”

She wrapped her arms around Wanda’s midsection and rested her weight on Wanda’s upthrust ass. That gave her a straight shot to thrust brutally into Wanda’s rectum, boring her strap-on directly into her sister’s bowels. 

Choked gasps broke from Wanda’s quivering lips, alive with agonized protest. Her eyes were wide with the immensity of the sensation she felt. Lorna was inside her to the hilt! Every one of the nine thick inches that made up her dildo were buried in Wanda’s utterly devastated ass. She bit her lip to keep from screaming.

Lorna eased slowly out of Wanda, releasing the tension that Wanda let out with a quailing wail. Her asshole gripped the dildo as it retreated. Then Lorna drove it back into her, watching its thickness push between Wanda’s trembling buttocks until Lorna’s groin was flush against her ass.

“Hnnngh!” Wanda moaned as she was stuffed full once more.

Then Lorna started fucking her, thrusting into her with hard, merciless strokes, the tip of the dildo returning again and again to the depths of her bowels.

“Unh! Unh! Unh!” Lorna grunted as she thrust faster and faster into her sister, her hips smacking against Wanda’s soft ass like a spanking hand. Wanda panted and keened, gasping with surprise at her own pleasure, which only added to how Lorna enjoyed fucking her.

Wanda’s eyes bulged, her whole world the tugging and pushing inside her hole as Lorna worked the dildo into her. The feeling made her clit swell. And with that growth in pleasure, her sphincter relaxed, making it easier for Lorna to sodomize her.

Her sister could tell that Wanda’s tight asshole was loosening, letting her fuck into her with increasing speed. “Like it?” Lorna asked. “Like being my little anal slut, just like Esme is?”

“Ohhh… nnnh!” Wanda keened, gasping for air as the sensations intensified, growing to fill her—obscene, forbidden ecstasy. She’d thought it’d been good when Esme had eaten her pussy, but it had never been like this. It had never overwhelmed her, addicted her, changed her like this!

Her eyes were watering—a small, quavering smile taking possession of her lips. As much as her ass hurt, her pussy felt good, all hot and wet. She was still ashamed to be on her hands and knees, naked, taking Lorna’s huge strap-on like only the most depraved slut would, but she couldn’t gainsay the pleasure she felt flooding into her, drowning the shame. 

Lorna moved her hands to Wanda’s dangling breasts, kneading them as her cock worked at Wanda’s well-stretched asshole. Her whole body was being massaged, flesh pulling and tugging, giving her what she needed.

“Oh my God!” Wanda finally cried out, rapture running through her like an electrical current. “You’re fucking me, fucking my ass! I can feel it in my belly! Fuck me, Lorna! Make me come with your cock, come like that slut Esme did! Make me your slut like Esme is!”

Wanda’s sudden excitement was what truly thrilled Lorna. She couldn’t imagine actually being able to feel the tightness of Wanda’s asshole, or the slow journey of its stretching and opening, could possibly compare to knowing that she had broken Wanda in. Introduced her to the joy of being an anal whore. Brought her to such a state of depravity that she enjoyed being Lorna’s slave. It was such a total pleasure, Lorna would only share it with someone she loved.

She fucked Wanda’s clenching asshole with predatory enthusiasm, like a carnivore making the kill. Bringing Wanda’s delight to its zenith, cementing in her that this pleasure would be what she lived for from now on. She dug her fingers into Wanda’s supple breasts, their weight reminding Lorna of her own. It fired her lust, imagining that this was her way of playing both sides: seeing what life would be like as a bottom bitch while enjoying being in control at all times.

“Yes, do it!” Wanda cried insanely. “Fuck me, fuck my asshole in! I’m gonna come and you’re fucking my asshole!”

Both of them could smell the hot juices flowing from Wanda’s pussy, dripping to the bed when normally they’d be anointing her lover’s cock. It only underscored the perfect perversion of what they were doing instead. 

Wanda lifted her ass, helping Lorna to slam the dildo into her sucking anus. Her soft, warm buttocks shook like jelly, the scalloped folds of her sphincter inflamed from the battering they’d taken. The sight only excited Lorna further. She thrust harder into Wanda, her strap-on slurping and sucking its way through her sister’s weakened ass. 

With what little energy was left in Wanda’s devastated body, her anus puckered and pulsated around Lorna’s dildo as she jammed it in and out. Then she buried it in Wanda to the hilt, almost able to feel the muscles of Wanda’s rectum as they grabbed and clutched at its length. It was like Wanda’s body had already embraced its new role, her new place as a cocksleeve to Lorna.

“I’m gonna come,” Lorna moaned, pumping harder into Wanda, molding her sore breasts, all while her cunt thudded out its beat against the base of her strap-on.

“Yes, yes!” Wanda cried, wiggling her ass urgently to invite more—all she could get before the end. “Finish me off! Fill me with your cock! Make me your whore so that neither of us will ever forget it!”

Lorna sent her strap-on deep into Wanda’s ass and held it there, making her sister feel how the deepest recesses of her ass were now her property.

“Aaaarghh!” Wanda screamed, quaking and gibbering under Lorna’s weight. Her clitoris sparked and stung, while the engorged folds of her pussy clenched, squeezing out a jet of her cream.

The impact of her climax left Wanda too weak to stay in position. She dropped to her stomach, her ass settling around Lorna’s hilted cock. Over half of it was still in the limp fist of Wanda’s asshole, like it belonged there. 

Lorna let it stay inside Wanda, laying on top of her sister, enjoying her own afterglow. Wanda’s anus nursed pitifully at the strap-on and Lorna patted Wanda’s bruised ass, getting a ginger moan out of her sister. 

Several breathless minutes later, Wanda was able to speak. “Oh fuck… can’t believe it… I… I never came like that before.” She turned to look over her shoulder. “God, Lorna, you call yourself my sister. That really hurt!”

“Mmm-hmm,” Lorna grinned. “But you came, didn’t you?”

Wanda’s asshole weakly squeezed at the strap-on. “You know I did, you bitch. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I came like the Devil was in my pussy. You bitch. I should be so ashamed, but I’m not. It’s like you burned it out of me. Made me come too hard for me to regret it.”

“And next time it will be easier,” Lorna teased her.

“Next… oh God!” Wanda rolled over, pulling herself off of Lorna’s strap-on at last. She fell on her back, full breasts quivering into position. 

Lorna laid down next to her, resting her head on Wanda’s chest. One more new toy for her to play with.

“Next time,” Wanda said clearly, “try it in my pussy. I want to make sure I can still get off that way after what you did to my ass.”

“No problem. But you should probably suck my dildo off first. Just so you know you’re not calling the shots—bitch.”

Wanda looked shocked, but on Lorna’s smug face, there was no doubt at all.

“M-maybe,” Wanda said, unconsciously licking her lips. “But what about Esme? After all that, is she really your favorite?”

Lorna sighed. “I’m not playing favorites, Wanda. But no. You’re not like Esme or the other Frosts. In fact, I think you will be the new Royal Bitch.” She moved to get on top of Wanda, to kiss her. “But Esme will be my princess. And don’t forget—I’m still the Queen.”