Three-Way Split update

Bonnie couldn’t believe this was the same Elena she had known. She would’ve believed it was some sick joke of Katherine’s, pretending to be Elena as a submissive slut, only Katherine was there, the one bouncing Elena on her strap-on, as if it were possible for Elena’s ass to take being impaled on that huge dildo at such a punishing rhythm. So that had to be the real Elena having her asshole destroyed and loving every minute of it.

The Elena Bonnie had known had been a more or less innocent virgin. She couldn’t believe she’d turned into such a slut, no matter how much time had passed, but in the two weeks since they’d seen her last, Elena had clearly gone from the strong, independent woman Bonnie remembered to this—masochistic whore, who let herself be subjugated by Katherine and enjoyed every moment of it no matter how much it hurt or what it did to her once-pristine body.

Katherine easily held Elena with her hands on her womanly hips, the muscles barely standing out from her slender arms as she jiggled Elena up and down on the dildo. Sliding her up and down its enormous length like Elena was nothing more than a condom being applied and removed to her fake phallus.

“Yeah, you’re such a good girlfriend, coming so hard for me when I know how much it hurts for me to tear your ass up with this cock. But maybe girlfriend’s the wrong word. I know I’m at the top of the food chain, like a queen should be, and Damon and Stefan are somewhere in the middle, but you’re at the bottom. This nice little pet in my relationship with those two cutie-pies.”

Elena was so fucked out by now that she couldn’t understand what was happening to her—the jagged pain of having her ass dominated, the unspeakable pleasure of being wrapped around Katherine’s dildo—she only knew that she loved it.

Katherine kept talking, grinding her words into Elena’s ears the same way she ground her strap-on into Elena’s ass. “But don’t worry. You’re my favorite pet, Elena. And I know nothing makes you come harder than getting fucked in the ass, so I’ll do that each and every day, just because you love being my anal bitch so! Much!”

Elena groaned. Her mind was, if anything, more distant than ever. She groaned, mumbled, but there was no thought in her speech. Her words trailed out of her like the drool leaking down her chin. “Feels… good… fucking me… so nice… ohhhhh…”

Katherine smiled, snapping her teeth teasingly at Elena’s ear. “What’s really crazy is that even though you’re my favorite, I’m still willing to share you. Bonnie, Caroline, you can’t get in on my little Salvatore buffet—I don’t wanna date—but we can be friends. You can even play with my toys.”

Elena felt there was something happening between her legs, something hot and wet. She could summon up enough control to close her thighs together, but it kept happening. She could vaguely recall feeling this way before, when she touched herself, when she dreamt of Stefan or Damon, but it had never been so intense. 

“See, Elena is just starving for more pussy,” Katherine continued. “She eats me day and night but it still isn’t enough for her. I simply can’t spend all my time letting her lick out my cunt, no matter how good she is at it. She’s just an insatiable whore; that’s all there is to it. But, since I’m so nice, I’ll give my sweet little Elena what she’s begging for. I’ll let her eat you two out. How’s that for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? I’ll let you use my pet’s slutty little mouth all you want. All you have to do is ask. You don’t even have to worry that I’m making Elena do something she doesn’t want to do. Tell them, Elena. Tell your friends how much you want to go down on them. Tell them how hard you came when you were touching yourself and you thought of how their pussies would taste.”

Elena’s head had lolled back, Katherine’s voice summoned her back from her haze, forcing her to come to terms with the ecstasy she was feeling and where it came from, the degradation that went with it.

“Do you wanna eat Bonnie’s pussy, dear?” Katherine asked her. “Or maybe Caroline’s? Which would you like? Chocolate or vanilla?”

Bonnie couldn’t believe what she was seeing, or how the sight of Elena’s lust-contorted face turned her on. Elena’s dark hair framed her face in a wild tangle, like she had been reduced to a primal animal by Katherine’s strap-on. Her lips opened and her pink tongue showed between her teeth, starting to slide out in a pant before Elena caught herself.

“Buh-both!” Elena forced out. “Wanna lick—lick their—“ Shame flooded in on her as she saw how Bonnie and Caroline were reacting. They were disgusted with what a slut she was. They couldn’t believe the whore she’d been reduced to. It was the ultimate embarrassment, not only being Katherine’s utterly dominated bitch, but being seen by both her closest friends. Not only that, but they’d heard her admit she loved it. Even if they hadn’t, it was plain to see that she now lived to be Katherine’s anal toy. 

Elena lost her concentration again, spinning out into the depths of ecstasy despite her mistress’s orders. She couldn’t help herself. Even as she lost herself in the depraved rapture of being Katherine’s anal whore, she knew that she would enjoy being punished. And in the haze of pleasure that had reduced her mind to rubble, she felt something she didn’t understand—a hard little knot in her stomach—and it was getting tighter and tighter, and wetter, and hotter, and Elena was so tense she couldn’t stand it, and her own words echoed in her head from the far-off place where she was saying them.

“Lick Caroline… lick Bonnie… I want to be fucked… I want to taste them… want them in my cunt… want their pussies… want you to watch, mistress… watch me get them wet for you…”

Caroline let out a gasp, a sound of released denial as she finally admitted to herself what a slut her friend was—as lust for that friend seemed to flood into her, replacing her doubt and disquiet—and Elena remembered, the thought rushing in of how far she had fallen and what a whore she was and how she’d begged to be Katherine’s anal bitch, was now begging to be used by her former friends as well, and she came, flushed and embarrassed and ashamed and so, so turned on. 

It was so omnipresent for Elena that she didn’t even know what it was, it simply happened. Hitting her world like a cataclysm, replacing the shattered remnants of her mind with sheer nothingness. She was only submission to Katherine, and in that submission there was only pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Her cunt spasmed and clenched and spurted, her juices flying away from her to splatter on Caroline’s calfskin shoes. 

Caroline gasped, frozen in slow acceptance of how totally debauched her friend was. And admitting to herself that no one had ever fucked her as hard as Elena had been fucked.

Katherine gave Elena a moment or two to regain her wits, though she knew it would be some hours yet before Elena was working with a full deck again. After getting her bowels reamed out as Katherine did, there was a long grace period in which all Elena could think of was getting more, of spending even longer with nothing more to her personality than pleasing Katherine and reaping the rewards of being her sex slave. She just couldn’t forget how good it felt to have Katherine ruin her ass.

“Bad girl, Elena,” Katherine chided playfully, nipping at Elena’s neck to let her know she didn’t mean it too forcefully. “You came like a good bitch should, but you got Caroline’s shoes all wet. You might as well have smeared your dirty cunt all over them. Go to her, my little slut. Lick them clean and say you’re sorry.”

Moaning… agonized at being free of the domination of Katherine’s dildo in her ass, yet relieved that the pain had stopped before she was totally addicted to it… Elena fell forward onto her hands and knees. Her asshole gaping before Katherine’s amused eyes, she padded on all fours to her friends. 

Katherine watched, stroking her dildo, as Elena lowered her head and licked from the toe of Caroline’s left shoe all the way up to its own tongue, ironically enough. She moaned at the taste of her juices on the shoe leather, not so much because it was sweet, but because the flavor of course reminded her of long hours of serving Elena with her tongue inside her mistress.

Bonnie looked at Caroline, now not believing that the blonde was allowing this, participating even slightly in Elena’s ruining. But Caroline’s breath was racing, her breasts heaving, her eyes unable to look away as Elena dutifully scoured her shoes with her tongue. It chilled Bonnie to the bone—not only seeing how tempted Caroline was by the display, but wondering if she herself was that turned on. Her heart was rampaging, her blood boiling, but she didn’t know if it was in anger or lust. She didn’t dare move. One little shift of her body and she might find that her panties were soaking wet, drenched in her own desire to have Elena as a bitch.

“Quite a tempting little tongue she has on her, huh?” Katherine’s voice should’ve shocked Bonnie out of her reverie, should’ve made Caroline leap away from the groveling Elena, but neither of them moved. “Seems a shame if all she uses it for is a shoeshine. So… which one of you wants to have your pussy eaten first?”