The Royal Bitch update

All Esme could think about was how odd it was that she was in a bathroom, bent over the sink, having Lorna push a strap-on into her asshole. She didn’t know what she would do if anyone ever found out. Sophie and Phoebe no doubt knew, and they would die if anyone found out, which was funny as hell and a little thrilling. The taboo nature of the act made it incredibly erotic.

No, it didn’t. That was all Lorna. Nothing could be more exciting than Lorna.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Lorna breathed, a little worried. “Want some cold cream?”

“Forget it,” Esme replied. “Just ram it into me!”

“It’ll hurt,” Lorna warned. 

“So? It’s my ass. I want it to hurt. I want it to hurt as much as I love you.”

“Shit, baby, you don’t have to do anything like that—“

 “I. Want. To,” Esme insisted. “Make me suffer, Lorna. Show my sisters how much of a whore I’ll be for you. That’s love.”

“Okay, doll, you asked for it,” Lorna said, pressing her lips together in a thin line. Despite herself, she was impressed with the punishment Esme was asking to receive. She knew Esme could take it.

She gripped her strap-on, holding it like a threatening weapon at the entrance to Esme’s waiting rectum. There she hesitated, giving Esme one last chance to back out. But Esme’s anticipation only grew.

“Fuck me! Fuck me now!”

Lorna threw herself against Esme. Her dildo dove into Esme’s anus—the Frost girl trembled as it truly possessed her, as she once more proved to be Lorna’s and Lorna once more proved to be her master. 

“Deeper! Deeper!” she cried. “Don’t just cock me—do me like a bitch in heat!”

And Lorna decided that Esme was little more than that, hilting herself in Esme’s ass with a savage fury at the tiniest thought that Esme was anyone else’s. 

Esme screamed. Like any good Frost, she’d gotten what she wanted. Even if it killed her, or felt like it. “Ahhhh! Hurts so much! It’s all for you, Lorna! It’s because my ass is yours! I’m all yours!”

It raised the hairs on the back of Lorna’s neck, but the deafening cry wasn’t for her benefit so much as it was for those not even in the room. And just in case her sisters hadn’t heard, Esme allowed herself to ‘unintentionally’ broadcast her thoughts, letting the psychic link between the Stepford Cuckoos do the rest.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me to death!

***

Sophie arched her hips, moaning in a sudden crash of pleasure, her belly on fire. Esme—Esme was doing something—something naughty. She could feel it filling her thoughts, sensation snaking into her pussy, no, into her ass, hardness, motion, friction, just like a cock!

“Esme, you slut,” she muttered, her unvoiced thoughts running together with what she spoke like there was no difference between what she was thinking out loud and what she was sending to Esme. “You damn slut…” You’re a Frost and you’re bending over for some GIRL, letting her have your ass, letting her dom you, oh, you BITCH. “You weren’t supposed to let her fuck you in the ass, Esme, Jesus, you whore. What kind of seductress are you? Are you enjoying this?”

She felt a sense of ineffable smugness returning through their psychic link. Are you? You could block me out if you wanted to. Instead, you’re getting off on it. But don’t worry, sis. Even though Lorna only loves me, I’m sure she’d fuck you too. Imagine that—all three of us lined up and bent over to get Lorna’s strap up the ass…

“Ah!” Sophie gasped aloud. “Oh—hah!” This doesn’t prove anything, she thought desperately, even as she was forced to admit that her pussy was wet, spasming. She reached down to play with it, as though it were Esme’s aroused cunt she was giving pleasure to. Then she lost herself in the fantasy, imagining the fingers stroking inside her were Lorna’s.

They felt so good when she pretended they were Lorna’s…

***

Esme hugged the sink, embraced it like her dearest friend as Lorna pushed the thickest, longest dildo in the world up her ass. She shuddered, letting out one sharp little gasp after another, practically having a seizure as Lorna forced the full length of the strap-on inside of her.

“God, I thought you were perfect before, baby, but now look at you with a cock up your ass. It’s incredible, Esme. You’re a fucking goddess. I love you and I know it hurts, but you were right. Only someone as amazing as you could take this. Only someone who loves me as much as you do. I’m gonna make you come, sweet girl. You’re gonna come because the queen says her royal bitch deserves a reward.”

Digging her nails into Esme’s robust hips, those womanly Frost curves, Lorna slowly stroked her dildo through Esme’s wetly sucking asshole. It was only gradually that she started pumping faster, her groin tapping steadily against Esme’s firm ass, like a Newton’s Cradle with one ball plucked, going slow and stately while Esme let out the hoarse groans of a whore being broken in. 

Esme wiggled against the sink, the backs of her thighs tensing rhythmically as she struggled to accept Lorna’s prick. The faster Lorna fucked her, the more dick it felt like she had—the hotter the friction—the greater the pain. But greater pleasure too. More and more proof that Esme was the royal bitch. 

Lorna could have any woman she wanted but Esme was the only one she needed. Not even Sophie and Phoebe met her standards, but Esme did. The only Stepford Cuckoo who did…

“Oh! Oh! Push it in deeper!” Esme quaked. The feel of Lorna’s strap-on pistoning between her buttocks was driving her mad. She could take pain and she could take pleasure, but there was so much submission in accepting a cock up her ass. “Harder, fuck my ass harder! I want to remember your strap in my little asshole forever! Uhh! Unnh! It’s so fucking tight! You’re not done until my ass is ruined! Leave me gaping open, Esme! I want you to see how much I love you every time you look at my broken asshole! Ohh!”

It was like she was fucking the sink, making love to it far more than she was Lorna, because there was nothing to do with Lorna, just accept the rutting thrusts that Lorna made into her ass, take the constant reminder that she was Lorna’s bitch and she loved being Lorna’s bitch. 

Esme put a leg up on the sink, opening her thighs wider. She could do a little with the fuck Lorna was throwing into her. She could work her ass back against Lorna’s strokes, up and down and back and forth, corkscrewing herself into her own sodomy, her own debauched submission. The stabbing jolts of Lorna’s hard strap-on went even deeper into Esme’s pulsating anus—obscene sucking noises as it slurped back out.

“You’re gonna feel how much I love you every time you sit down,” Lorna promised so hard it was nearly a threat. “From now on, you don’t get to go one minute without knowing you’re my bitch.”

Lorna bent over Esme, almost mounting her, chin pressing down into her shoulder. She slammed her dildo into her, deeper with every devouring stroke, the bulbous head of it jabbing into Esme’s quivering bowels until she moaned with need for even more than what she was getting.

“I’ll come!” Esme panted breathlessly, perfect face not so perfect but even more beautiful with sweat all over it. “Your cock’s going so deep—pulling my asshole wide open—harder! Keep fucking my ass! Uhh! Gh! Shit! Jam that dick up my ass as hard as you can! Nhhh!”

Lorna slid her hands under Esme’s jiggling hips, going right to her groin—fingers touching, slipping inside her wet cunt. Esme groaned, quivering even more, pounding herself wildly against the sink until it was ripping at its moldings, Lorna playing her fingers into her snatch.

Esme’s eyes rolled back in her head, her forehead butting against the mirror over the sink, breath fogging up her face’s reflection as Lorna rutted into her ass and fingered her juicy sex. She could feel Lorna’s thumbs both touching her sensitive clit, fingertips stimulating every nerve in her dripping pussy. 

Esme’s breath caught in her throat, the fog drying up on the mirror to show her cock-drunk face, but she didn’t care what a slut she looked like. All that mattered was the dildo buried in her asshole and the fingers making her pussy have a meltdown. 

“Hail to the queen,” Lorna purred as she watched Esme’s spine stiffen in climax. It brought her a moment’s respite. Then she made Esme her ass-fucked bitch again.

***

Phoebe squeezed her buttocks together frantically. No matter how hard she reminded herself that it was Esme getting sodomized and not her, her asshole still burned and throbbed with desire. She wanted to block out Esme’s ‘sharing’, but she also wanted a hard cock plowing into her ass. God, Esme was coming so hard…

She just wanted to get alone and—not enjoy, but—experience what Esme was sending her. Esme had force-fed her this, but Phoebe liked the taste. Esme would be unbearable about that, but fuck it, it was worth it. 

She needed to come so bad. The echoes of Esme’s pleasure whetted her appetite too much not to have the real thing, her own pussy spasming and clenching the way Esme’s was.

Then Phoebe heard the moans, desperate, choking. They were coming from Sophie’s bedroom. Phoebe went there, not thinking for one moment that Sophie’s privacy could outweigh her curiosity. She peeked inside.

She froze.

Sophie was naked on the bed, her legs spread, two fingers swallowed whole by the folds of her pussy, her hips in constant motion as she fucked herself.

Then she heard her sister mutter, “Fuck her, Lorna, fuck that little tart. She likes being a whore so much… make her an even bigger one… fuck her wide open with that cock she begged for so hard…”

Phoebe almost choked on her disbelief. So it wasn’t just Esme—Sophie was a pervert too! After all, if it was perverse to get off on submitting to Lorna’s anal depravity, how could it be any less perverse to watch, even feel? But… if both her sisters were whores then… when in Rome…?

Her excited cunt broadcast the answer through her entire body: YES!

Phoebe quickly stripped, going into the room in only her panties. They clung to her soaked crotch, becoming just as wet themselves.

“Our Esme is a dirty girl, isn’t she?” Phoebe purred, nearing Sophie.

Sophie’s eyes popped open, startled by the sight of her sister all but naked, lowering the waistband of her panties so that her womanhood showed above the elastic top.

“Phoebe!” Sophie gasped. “What are you doing here?”

“The same thing you are, it looks like.”

With her panties halfway down her pussy lips, her escaped arousal glistening on the insides of her thighs, Phoebe pulled the fabric from side to side on her slit. She could smell the piquant scent of her own sex and saw that Sophie’s nostrils were flaring too.

“D-don’t tease!” Sophie stammered.

“If I were teasing, I’d pretend that one of us is more turned on than the other by what a bad girl Esme is being, but it hardly matters. She’s got us so wet that we’re both actually considering letting that green-haired peasant fuck us in the ass. But before we resort to that, let’s just enjoy the show.”

“But it’s so naughty,” Sophie gulped.

“Yes. But at least neither of us will be the dirtiest one. After all, Esme started it.”

“Yes…” Sophie agreed reluctantly, but with a growing nod. “Yes, she’s the slut. We’re just—“

“Her sisters,” Phoebe cut in. “She’s corrupted us.”

“Made us dirty girls.”

“Like her.”

“Such a bad influence.”

“Mother would never approve.”

“Or maybe she would.”

“Depends on how hard we come.”

“It’s peer pressure.”

“Yes, peer pressure.”

“We have to…”

“Yes, we have to.”

“It’ll feel so good.”

“It’ll feel so good.”

Phoebe finally peeled her sopping-wet panties all the way down, leaving herself stark naked just like her twin. Esme was the odd one out now. She was still half-dressed as Lorna fucked her in the ass.

***

“They want you to fuck them so bad,” Esme moaned, pounding her fist into the mirror until Lorna worried it would break—not enough to slow down, though. “They don’t even like being your anal slut the way I do… they just want to feel something as good as your cock in their ass…” 

Lips drawn back in a rictus enjoyment of her own dominance, Lorna drove every solid inch of her strap-on into Esme’s throbbing asshole. The building intensity and the sheer savagery of her constant thrusts made Esme gasp. 

The harness that held Lorna’s strap-on slapped against Esme’s splayed asscheeks; the domed tip of the dildo pushed into Esme’s bowels. There was no doubt about her being Lorna’s bitch. Lorna’s dildo reamed her out and filled her asshole to the very limit.

“Finger my clit!” Esme groaned, her voice trembling with passion. “Play with my pussy and get me off the way only you can, mistress! And keep fucking my ass! Ohhh! I’m going to come again so soon! Uhhh! I just squirted and you’re gonna make me do it again! Oh! Ah! Put your cock so deep in my ass that it’ll never be the same! Fuck my little asshole up into my guts! YES!”

Lorna stroked her fingers along Esme’s pulsing sex, sliding her fingertips along her clenched folds to explore all the tightened wetness inside her. She fingered Esme with such a skilled rhythm that Esme couldn’t help but be overpowered by the tremors racing through her womanhood, her juices brimming over from her slit and drenching the blonde hair of her cunt.

In the bedroom, she was nothing more than a sex slave to Lorna, and she was still higher than her sisters. They could only dream of being her.

***

Phoebe got on the bed, spreading her legs so they formed a perfectly appropriate diamond shape with Sophie’s equally open legs. They looked straight at each other, drinking in their mirrored identicalness. It only made sense that when they looked so alike, getting fucked like Esme was would make them feel just as good.

And like a reflection, they each reached down to open up their pussy lips. Matching drops of arousal trickled out of them, running down between their buttocks. The sisters thumbed their clitorises, rolled their hips with growing need. Admitting that Esme’s submission had turned them on ended up opening a floodgate for both of them.

“Ooooh,” they moaned in a shared voice, watching one another to see as well as feel their own passion.

They’d never approached climax so quickly, or so closely together. They kept going, massaging ecstasy out of their erect clits, adding the rhythmic swirls of their fingers inside their wet pussies. Phoebe watched Sophie’s pert ass rise in the air, knowing her own body was doing the same thing. They held their clits down to the pelvic bone with the heels of their hands. Both cunts felt three stroking fingers inside them.

“It’s happening!” they cried, again in unison. Sophie held onto her climax for as long as Phoebe came and Phoebe did the same. 

Then their bodies couldn’t take the strain anymore. They relaxed, sinking back to the bedspread, while knowing that Esme was still coming, still being fucked. They tried to ignore her—reaching out to each other—tasting the wet fingers that had masturbated themselves to orgasm.

“We shouldn’t be so selfish,” Phoebe said. “Instead of getting ourselves off, we should be thinking of others.”

Sophie giggled like the schoolgirl she often playacted. “All I can think about is that I can eat someone else’s pussy, but not my own.”

Phoebe’s grin was that of an eager volunteer. “I can’t eat my own pussy either.”

“Esme’s missing out, spending time with that stupid skank.”

“She’s going to be so jealous.”

“We won’t let her play at all.”

“No, we won’t.”

***

Growling with hunger, desperate need that Esme had never known she could produce in such a strong, confident woman, Lorna picked the blonde up and bodily carried her to the toilet, where she sat down on the closed lid with Esme held in her lap.

“Fuck yourself on my prick,” she told her. “Show them all why you’re the royal bitch. Your sisters must want to know why you worship my cock.”

With those words ringing orgasmically in her ears, Esme was quick to obey. She twisted her hips to the right as she lifted her ass up, then to the left as she sank back down on the impaling dildo. She was utterly defiling herself with the strap-on, taking both of their breaths away.

“Fuck, that thing’s nothing but silicone and you’re still making me want to come,” Lorna rasped.

“Just as long as I go first,” Esme huffed. “The royal bitch gets to come as much as she wants, so long as she’s a good little cock holster.”

“Yeah, yeah, come!” Lorna urged her. “Come so hard you break this fucking dildo. I’ll just get a bigger one.”

“Suck my tits—suck my tits and I’ll come for you. And I’ll finger my clit and your cock will fuck me in the ass and I’ll just fucking be fucked to death for you!”

Lorna grinned, only too happy to cooperate in that plan. She squeezed Esme’s pert breasts together with both hands, letting her lick both of Esme’s nipples at once. Despite her enthusiasm, below she moved her hips so as only to gently pitch Esme’s ass up and down on her strap. She knew it wouldn’t take much to make Esme come and she didn’t want to overwhelm her. Her bitch came because her mistress wanted her to, not because of what some dumb inanimate object was doing in her ass.

And, knowing Lorna wanted her to come, Esme dropped her hand between her legs. She opened up the hood of her clit, letting out the rigid little button, and then she pinched it gently, trapping her hot blood inside the engorged pearl. It felt like it was simmering.

“Oh shit! Fucking shit!” she cooed. “I’m going to—I’m really going to!”

She came harder than she’d ever thought possible, abandoning even the memory of sophistication to become nothing more than a wild woman. Lorna’s wild woman. Leaving Lorna with her mouth on just one nipple, Esme lifted her other breast up in her free hand and bit down on her own nipple. Her other hand fingered her pussy and thumbed her clit and she couldn’t stop coming, couldn’t stop being Lorna’s bitch, couldn’t stop at all and she didn’t want to. She knew Lorna didn’t want her to stop either.

“You’ll always be my favorite,” Lorna said, simply sitting back and letting Esme be the bitch that she was.

***

“Ohhh, Phoebe!” Sophie groaned, her breasts bounding heavily on her chest as they sixty-nined. “Yes, it’s good, so good, I love it! Yes, lick my asshole, stick your tongue in, oh God, God!”

Reaching down, she spread her buttocks, making her puckered sphincter wink open. Phoebe forced her tongue inside that wrinkled grommet, inside of her sister’s rectum. Her own plump ass was approaching Sophie’s face. For a moment, Sophie wasn’t sure she’d be able to do it. Even if Phoebe was doing it to her, doing it to her seemed so—submissive.

She wasn’t given a choice, though. Phoebe’s cunt came down on her face, rubbing at Sophie’s lips and nose, smearing her hot juices all over Sophie’s features.

“Mphh!” Sophie moaned. “Mmmm!”

Phoebe pulled her tongue away from Sophie’s anus, replacing it with a stiffened middle finger. She eased it slowly into the humid softness she had just been licking; Sophie sighed and shuddered as she was sodomized. A faint echo of what Esme had felt, but so much realer than secondhand psychic experiences.

Sophie sucked at her clit. Phoebe lost herself in being fucked. She was dimly aware of her sister’s tongue parting her slit. She gasped and moaned into Sophie’s cunt, sliding her finger in and out of that exquisitely tight asshole. Forcing her eyes open—giving into the pleasure was too much like submitting—Sophie saw Phoebe’s asshole above her, marked with the wetness that had dripped down from her cunt. 

Somehow, just letting Phoebe eat her out seemed submissive, like her sister was dominating her with pleasure. Sophie licked Phoebe’s arousal from her wrinkled sphincter. Phoebe keened and almost recoiled from the wicked contact, but then lowered her ass back to Sophie, wordlessly asking for more.

Sophie stroked the pucker of Phoebe’s asshole with the tip of her tongue, thoroughly lubricating it before she pushed her tongue inside. Now both women were coming, gasping and groaning into each other’s receptive bodies. Again and again they fingered each other to orgasm, tongued each other to orgasm, the fire in their individual cunts seeming to spread until both women were in flames. Their entire world was soft, slippery tongues and wonderfully hard fingers. 

Finally, exhausted by countless orgasms, they lay together in a blissfully sweaty afterglow, with no idea how they’d ended up side by side. They panted into each other’s faces, wrapped in each other’s arms, smiling and purring contentedly. Whichever one of them was the bitch, she had been thoroughly knotted.

Then they heard Esme’s psychic voice. Their sister sounded almost amused with the satisfaction she felt coming off of them. “You know, Lorna said she’d ass-fuck you too. All you have to do is line your pretty asses up beside mine and wait for your turn.”

They didn’t bother to dress before they ran out of the room. If anyone saw them, they could always wipe their memories.