The Royal Bitch 10

As mistress of the house, Lorna had the keys to each room inside it. She jangled them now in her hand as she walked up to Wanda’s room.

After Wanda had imposed on her sex with Esme, it had become clear that the woman was a natural submissive, perhaps even more of a bottom than Esme. She would have to be topped. It was simple as that. 

But Lorna couldn’t live with her sister—her own flesh and blood—falling prey to one of the Frosts or some other Hellfire Club lackey. It would be embarrassing, and bad for Wanda. Wanda deserved to have someone who cared for her as a mistress… someone who could appreciate her even knowing what a born bitch she was. 

Lorna would have to do it. She’d enjoy it, of course, but it was for Wanda’s own good. Better her than someone who would take advantage of Wanda or manipulate her, play games with her. All Lorna wanted was for her to be happy. 

She knew it would be difficult for Wanda. The innocent little witch had always been so nervous in sex; how could she have the confidence to admit to the dominion she craved? The transition would be hard and after the threesome was over, Lorna had given Wanda space to come to grips with what had happened and how she had enjoyed being a bitch. 

That was in the middle of the night. It was now the afternoon and Wanda was still in bed, or at least in her room. That was milking it. It’d do Wanda no good to become Lorna’s bitch only to be spoiled by indulgence. Lorna would have to start easing her into the good behavior that would make her the most satisfied bitch she could possibly be.

Lorna unlocked and opened the door. Then she stood in the doorway, transfixed. 

Wanda was lying on the bed, naked, her svelte thighs spread, her full breasts falling ever so slightly to the sides of her chest. The curtains weren’t drawn and the windows let in the afternoon sun, revealing Wanda’s nude body in glorious detail, her dusky skin stark against the pristine white sheets that only covered a swath of her thigh and some of her forearm. The curls of her pubic hair were glistening with wetness. Lorna wondered if her sister had had a wet dream or if she’d been playing with herself before bed.

Lorna’s heart pounded as she went to her, eyes fixed on Wanda’s breasts, her nipples, the perfect symmetry that started there and grew into the rest of her svelte body. Her chest trembled with each sleeping breath she took. 

Last night, Lorna had jumped into sex with Wanda, or rather Wanda had jumped in with her and Esme. Now, Lorna took her time and enjoyed the preliminaries that she had been cheated of before. She put her hand on Wanda’s left breast, watching as the hill of soft, warm flesh flattened under her touch. The nipple felt plump against her palm.

As tempting as that was, Lorna’s hand wouldn’t linger on it. She explored more of Wanda’s body, running her hand up to the strong yet gentle features of Wanda’s face, then down her creamy belly, soft and taut, a little pressure revealing the muscle under her skin. As much as she’d like to stay and feel out every facet of Wanda’s cute little belly, she kept going, into the warm, soft gel of Wanda’s sex. There, she slid a finger into her opening.

“Well, well,” Lorna muttered, awestruck. Her sister’s passage was so narrow that even one finger was a tight fit. The muscles working at that finger, sucking on it, clenched folds agitated by having their rest disturbed. Wanda felt like a virgin, at least to some things. Lorna wondered how far that virginity went.

Pulling her finger free, she slipped her hand down between Wanda’s legs and between her buttocks until Lorna felt out her sister’s asshole. “Now don’t tell me you’ve done something with this but not your sweet little pussy,” Lorna sighed, hugely excited by Wanda’s voluptuous, undefended body.

Her sphincter was tightly shut, but warm and smooth, quick to give in to the wetness that had come from Wanda’s cunt. Lorna rubbed at it with the pad of her finger, massaging the pucker open and insinuating her fingertip inside. Wanda moaned in her sleep, wiggling her hips, which only encouraged Lorna to push harder—see how much Wanda liked it without her waking morality to hold her back. Any onlooker might think Wanda was having some sweet, sweet, dream.

Then Lorna was inside her, the sucking inner muscles devouring her finger, squeezing it and releasing it. Like Wanda’s body wasn’t sure whether to expel her or to suck her in. It was a paltry resistance, but enough to provoke Lorna. She wanted to ravage Wanda’s ass, ruin it. Leave no possibility for it to even try to deny her. 

And as Lorna thought about sodomizing Wanda, her ass gave an especially powerful clench. A grin slowly traveled across Lorna’s face as she pulled her finger away. Reaching out with her magnetism, she pulled her favorite chrome strap-on to her body.

Wanda’s eyes opened. “What… Lorna, what are you… what are you doing in here?” she asked, stunned, her voice strangled. Then she saw the long, thick dildo hanging between Lorna’s naked thighs.

Wanda sat up, her breasts jiggling with the sudden motion. “Oh my God! What are you wearing?” she gasped. “That’s… that’s what you had on with Esme!”

“Uh-huh,” Lorna agreed. “Don’t worry, I cleaned it off. You can get it dirty all by yourself.”

Wanda let out a short shriek and moved to cover both her breasts and her pussy with her hands. Lorna grabbed her wrists, the trained fighter easily overpowering her, looking lovingly over the parts of Wanda’s body that she forced her to leave exposed.

“Is this turning you on?” Lorna whispered. “I can tell it is. Your heart’s pounding. Your eyes are dilated.” She moved her thumb over Wanda’s wrist and felt her pulse. “Shit, baby, you feel like you’re going to have a coronary. Calm down. It’s just sex.”

Wanda went cold all over. “Lorna, look, I know we… did some things with Esme… but that was playing around… not serious…”

“No, Wanda. What’s serious is that you’re a submissive slut. You saw me banging my Royal Bitch and you went to get down under both of us. You need a mistress, sis. Clearly you’re not getting the satisfaction that this—“ Lorna took a deep breath as her eyes paid homage to Wanda’s nudity once more. “—incredible body deserves. I’m going to take care of that for you. I’m going to make you come as hard as Esme did. And I get off on dominating submissive little cunts like you, so all you have to do, sweet sister, is let me.” Lorna chuckled. “Not that you have much of a choice. Fuck, I’m just manhandling you a little and you look ready to come.”

“No,” Wanda moaned, shuddering. “I just… I’m just…”

“Your vibrator’s under the pillow, sis. I can feel the metal in the batteries. What were you thinking about when you wore the charge down to next t’ nothing? Was it me? Was it this? I can send for Esme right now. She can read your mind and tell me.” Lorna bared her teeth threateningly. “When I say I’m going to dominate you, I mean it, Wanda. If I look away, the Frosts gossip all they want about how you yearn to be topped by your own sister. But if I tell them not to—that you’re a good girl—well…”

Lorna cupped one of Wanda’s full breasts, giving it the delicious squeeze that it deserved. Wanda’s mouth fell open, tears brimming in her eyes, but when she breathed, it was a sign of relief. She didn’t have to pretend anymore. She didn’t have to actually ask for what her urges had been screaming for. Her big sister would take care of all of that.

Looking at Lorna, she gave a tight nod. Lorna wiped her tears away.

“Good girl,” she cooed, beaming with pride and affection enough to make Wanda swoon. “Good slut. Get on your knees. Put your hips in the air and pray that fat ass has plenty of room for my cock. You saw what it did to Esme.

“Oh God,” Wanda keened, whimpering, her eyes wide with fright as she rolled onto her belly and lifted the creamy flesh of her ass high into the air. She’d never been more aware of how the moons of her buttocks jostled as she moved. Then Lorna’s fingers forced her cheeks to splay, their tips fluttering between her buttocks, stroking and teasing around her puckered asshole.

“Lorna,” she whimpered. “Oh, God, you’re my sister… please, please don’t hurt me.”

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” Lorna assured her, squeezing her ass with pleasant grace. “I’m just gonna make you feel so good it hurts.”

Lorna pulled Wanda’s buttocks roughly apart, stretching her anus until the pink showed. Her eyes gorged themselves on this glimpse of the space inside Wanda’s rectum. She needed to see it stretched around her dildo. Her finger shoved painfully into Wanda’s asshole, making her grunt and squirm. Lorna went deeper, enthralled by the way Wanda’s pert buttocks quivered around the penetration.

“Oh, Lorna, God, God!” Wanda sobbed. “It’s not supposed to feel this way! It’s not! It’s not! Ohhh!”

Lorna let her have her tears, gasping and keening with her finger staying right where it was in the clasping tightness. The muscles of Wanda’s sphincter were tense as a fist and she was making it worse by wiggling around. With her other hand, Lorna rubbed soothingly at Wanda’s hip, easing her deeper and deeper into being impaled. Wanda let herself relax. The pain faded. A kind of pleasure crept over her. She moaned, her face showing shame. How could her body be feeling this way—responding to these things her sister, her own sister, was doing to her?

“Wait, wait!” Wanda cried, crawling forward. She could endure the painful pressure in her ass, but not the odd, swelling satisfaction that came with being filled.

Lorna reached past her, grabbing hold of Wanda’s curly brown hair and pulling her back harshly. “Don’t get cold feet on me now, sis. You wouldn’t have let me put my finger in your ass if you didn’t want it. Now that you’re starting to enjoy it, why do you want to quit? Relax. I said I’d make you feel good. That’s what I’m doing.” 

She let go of Wanda’s hair. Her sister held still. Caressingly, Lorna ran her hand down Wanda’s back, smearing the sweat between her shoulder blades and down to the base of her spine. “Yeah. That’s it. Nice and loose. I want this to be good for you, Wanda. Let me make it good. Let me be your kind, loving mistress. You know all I want to give you is what Esme gets. I saw how much you envied her. Why’d you get into bed with us if you didn’t want to do what we were doing?”

“I… I…” Wanda groaned, forcing her body still as Lorna slid her finger in and out of her tightly clenched asshole. Forcing it to loosen. Lubricating it. Making it welcome being penetrated. “I couldn’t stop myself!” she confessed.

“You don’t have to,” Lorna purred. “You want this to be done to you, Wanda. Who better than me? Someone who loves you. Someone who knows what you want. Be honest—when you saw Esme, you wanted every last bit of what was happening to her.”

Almost without realizing it, Wanda was rocking her body backwards, meeting the rhythmic movement of Lorna’s finger. Her asshole itched, burned, the sensation building and teasing. It moved to her clit, still feeling embarrassing, shameful, dirty, but now strangely pleasurable.

“I… I just wanna be a good girl!” Wanda whimpered, her body betraying her—making what should’ve been awful feel so good. She lifted her tight ass up to meet Lorna’s sodomy.

“You are a good girl,” Lorna whispered. “You’re my good girl. And good girls get to feel good.”