The Royal Bitch update

Queen of the Hellfire Club, Lorna Dane looked over her domain. She had wealth, power, influence, but most of all she had the Frost sisters: all lined up, naked. They crouched on all fours upon her bed.

Lorna looked them over. Esme, Phoebe, and Sophie were absolutely identical in every respect: same slender thighs, pert asses, dripping wet cunts, but for some reason, looking at Esme made her heart race like the others couldn’t. That was the only way Lorna could tell them apart. That, and Esme was in the middle. Of course.

On the other hand, Lorna could’ve worn dresses worth millions of dollar, but instead she had absolutely nothing on but the strap-on she intended to familiarize each and every one of her Frosts with. Sophie and Phoebe were already acquainted with the buttplugs they had obediently worn to this little session of family bonding, but Esme had nothing. Her asshole would get extra special preparation. After all, she was the Royal Bitch. Her sisters were just holes to be fucked.

Lorna leaned in to kiss the sweet curve of Esme’s buttocks. “God, darling, I wish I didn’t love you so much. Maybe then I could spank this ass like it deserves. You have the most spankable ass I’ve ever seen, baby.”

Esme reeled with the praise, giving her ass a little shimmy for Lorna’s enjoyment. “You have my sisters for that, mistress.” Esme was lovingly obtuse to how Phoebe and Sophie looked at her, eyes stormy as a Texas trailer park during tornado season. “You can spank them as hard as you like.”

“Uh-huh,” Lorna said, still just breathing in how lush Esme’s tight little ass was. It seemed almost unfair how many curves were packed into such a compact thing, such a girlish little booty that seemed like it should be flat as a pancake instead of bulging with firm, perfect muscle. “But you’re my favorite bitch. You deserve to be spanked the hardest—I know how much you like it.”

“I do,” Esme said sunnily, bright grin almost permanent on her face. “But I love whatever you do to me, my mistress. My queen.”

Oh please, Sophie sent telepathically, and almost immediately there was a smack of Lorna’s hand against her ass, a yowl of pain from the Stepford Cuckoo. Just like with the schoolgirls whose outfits they echoed, speaking out of turn would not be permitted.

“I can see you stiffen when you’re thinking that hard,” Lorna said, her voice almost unrecognizable from the loving tone it took with Esme, a roar in all but volume. “And since you’re a little cunt, I know you were teeping something rude. You’re not allowed to say one word against Esme, even if you’re not saying it. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes queen!” Sophie said quickly.

“Good.” Lorna patted Sophie’s rump, making the Cuckoo wince as her hand touched the blooming bruise she’d made. “No more misbehaving or I’ll make you say it ‘yas queen.’ Your country club ass can sound like you’re making a Vine.” Then she reached over and groped Phoebe’s ass, just to balance things out. “Phoebe, babe, where was I?”

“Esme was saying that she loves whatever you do to her, mistress.”

Lorna grinned. “Yes, that’s right. She was. Which means I guess we’ll have to find something to do with her that she enjoys just as much as getting her ass spanked red. Stick your ass out, Esme. Give your queen some inspiration.”

Esme jutted her ass out, showing exactly how glorious it was, and any misgivings Lorna might’ve had were lost in the sheer splendor of her juicy ass. She leaned in and licked under Esme’s taint, fluttering her tongue up between Esme’s buttocks until it was at the tight grommet of her anus.

“Oh shit!” Esme cried, squirming as she felt Lorna’s tongue tickling between her asscheeks. “My queen, are you sure you want to do that? One of my sisters could do it for you!”

“Not in a million years,” Lorna retorted. She swirled her tongue along the pucker of Esme’s asshole, thrilling at the way Esme responded, quaking and trembling with every wrinkle Lorna’s tongue traveled over. Her tongue wiggled in Esme’s asshole for a full minute, loosening it and preparing it, before she moved up behind her ass, aiming the strap-on at Esme’s thoroughly licked anus.

“No more playtime, Esme,” Lorna said, albeit with a grin on her face. “Now we’re going to make you our bitch. Set a good example for your cunt sisters, baby.”

She worked her hips forward, slowly forcing the dildo into Esme’s asshole. The knob went in, widening Esme’s sphincter, letting her know with a shock of pain just how thoroughly her ass would be violated by the full, girthy length of Lorna’s shaft. Still, Esme obediently pumped back to her queen, helping Lorna work her cock into her own bowels, no matter how painful.

Lorna’s own ass clenched, hands tight on Esme’s hips as she pumped her groin forward and dragged Esme’s back. She drew Esme’s asshole right onto her strap-on, sodomizing Esme inch by inch. But as much as the broad dildo had seemed to dwarf Esme’s tiny pucker, she was the Royal Bitch and she was well-used to being Lorna’s personal cocksleeve. Soon, Lorna was buried inside her, Esme moaning with the taut pleasure of having her anal passage not just full, but stretching around a huge cock. A queen’s cock.

Lorna purred with satisfaction: “Your ass never stopped being mine.”

Then she was stroking her dildo in and out of Esme’s asshole, sodomizing her with long, slow thrusts. When she pulled out, Esme’s anus dragged at her strap-on, like Lorna might turn her inside out, the fit was so tight. Then when she shoved the dildo back in, it took so long going in to her that it seemed Esme’s belly must be filled as well as her ass. 

Sophie and Phoebe could not help but be awed at the sight. Neither of them would’ve been surprised to see the dildo’s tip come pushing out of Esme’s mouth. She was certainly moaning enough to make room for it.

“Fuck, fuck, your cock keeps going into my ass—keeps fucking my ass! I can’t believe it’s still happening! You’re still fucking me… I’m still coming… coming and it hurts so much, but don’t stop, don’t stop! Uhh! Ohhh! Hold me tight, Lorna! I love the way you hold onto my tiny ass—keep fucking me while you own me! Ghhh! I’m shaking! Fuck my ass, Lorna, the way you know I like it! Harder! Ruin my asshole! It’s okay, you can fuck Phoebe and Sophie’s too!”

Esme was pliant, willing, perfectly surrendering to how Lorna hauled her back and forth with a death-grip around her waist. No matter how much the pained ecstasy made her writhe, she held herself in place for Lorna’s hips to thud into her buttocks, shoving the hard dildo into the depths of her tightly gripping ass. Lorna held her just as tight, as desperate to keep as Esme was to give. Her fingers dug into Esme’s creamy flesh, holding her steady to pump into her.

Lorna groaned with pleasure, sparks of pleasure flying inside her as she ground her pussy against the base of the dildo. Esme was even louder, squealing and gurgling with the feelings working their way through her. Lorna’s pubis slapped into Esme’s pert buttocks again and again, until the girl couldn’t help but take a hand off the bed and put it between her thighs. 

She fell to one shoulder, so that Lorna wasn’t doing her doggy style anymore, but mounting her, one foot beside her lovely face, cock hammering down into her upright ass. Esme didn’t care. She rubbed at her pussy, caressing it, trying to bring her imposing orgasm to a head. 

She might have pulled it off, but she was already too well-fucked, her cunt spasming in bouts of rapture. Her asshole sucked at Lorna’s dildo; the queen could see it tightening and clenching on her strap-on with every thrust. Then, grabbing Esme by the hair, Lorna hilted the dildo in her ass.

She’d read the signs perfectly, knowing Esme’s body inside and out. Esme came like all of her was wrapped around the strap-on, centered on it, climaxing and climaxing in desperate surrender to being impaled to her core.

“My queen!” Esme muttered absently, eyes rolling back in her head, going numb with pleasure, yet somehow feeling the juice of her cunt rolling upside-down her belly, with her ass in the air—hooked on Lorna’s cock. “My wonderful, precious queen, I love you so much, you’re so good to me, you fuck me and you love me in every fucking way…”

Lorna pulled out of her, giving her the relief of no longer being penetrated and the throbbing soreness of having been used, which mixed into Esme’s utter satisfaction. A feeling of love and ownership that made her proud to call herself the Royal Bitch.

Lorna put her hands on Phoebe and Sophie’s asses. “I know what you’re thinking. Typical sisters. You’re jealous. Esme got to play and now you want a turn. Am I right?” She tapped her fingers on their buttplugs, sending sharp little pulses quivering into their splayed assholes—so ready to be penetrated, yet not at all prepared. “Don’t worry, baby girls. You can each have a cock in your ass.”

“We’re not some horny sluts for you to molest!” Phoebe protested.

“This is just to get this out of our system!” Sophie added. 

“It’s all Esme’s fault!”

“She’s the one who enjoys it so much!”

“We wouldn’t even think about it if she didn’t come so fucking hard—“

“Over and over again—“

“Even she’s embarrassed about what a naughty little whore—“

“A total slut—“

“A Frost being a cocksleeve—“

Lorna chuckled. “Objections noted. But as I was saying—only Esme is the Royal Bitch. If you two want the royal treatment, you need to pay your way.” 

She circled around the bed, coming to a stop in front of the triplets: Esme still down in a puddle of fucked-out flesh, Sophie and Phoebe still on all fours, presenting their asses and, now, their faces. Their mouths. 

“First one to clean my dirty, Esme-fucking cock gets it in their ass next. And if a third Stepford Cuckoo wants to come like her wonderful, amazing, beautiful sister Esme—“ Lorna patted both of their heads. “She sucks it too. Hope the middle sibling does a good job. Imagine tasting two of your sisters’ asses at once.”