Three-Way Split update

“Oh!” Caroline let out, a little cry of excitement as they pulled up in front of the building and saw Elena’s car parked in front. “She’s here! She’s definitely here!”

“That, or somebody stole her car,” Bonnie said. “Weirder things have happened in this town.” But Caroline’s excitement was contagious. She was beginning to shake a little, goosebumps crawling all over her.

“Did the text say which apartment she’s in?” Caroline asked, following Bonnie as she got out of the car and circled around the apartment building.

“No, but there’s a light on in that one,” Bonnie whispered, pointing to a window with the drapes only halfway drawn. “And I don’t think she’d text us just so we could sit around in the dark with her.”

“Okay—you wanna go check it out?” Caroline asked.

“Me? You were the one who was so excited…”

“I just thought you’d, ya know…”

“What?” Bonnie insisted.

“If you don’t want to do it, I can do it.”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t you want to do it?”

“I’m doing it!” Caroline protested. “I’m doing it!”

Her hands in her pockets, Caroline strolled past the lit window, slowing down to get a good look. When she came back, she was grinning.

“It’s her, alright! There is a Melissa Button Leather Crossbody Bag on the dresser; I’d recognize that purse anywhere!”

It had been two weeks since they’d last seen Elena, which would be worrying under any circumstances, but especially when Katherine was on the loose. Then, finally they’d gotten a text telling them to go to an apartment building—they could only assume Elena was shacking up with someone and he lived there. 

Bonnie had tried to get Stefan or Damon to go with them, but they were weirder about it than usual. Stefan barely said a word other than ‘no’ and Damon did his best ‘I know something you don’t know’ posturing. That left precisely no one to help if they were headed for a Katherine situation, but it was Elena, so they went alone. 

And now, here they were.

Around the corner was another lit window. It was bigger, and open, lacy curtains drifting with the breeze. “My turn,” Bonnie said. She slipped between the shrubs that grew in front of the window, then grabbed hold of the windowsill and heaved herself inside. Caroline followed behind her, careful not to snap any branches under her weight. 

Inside, the apartment was cold, spartan, a far cry from the overflowing personality that decorated Elena’s room. It was clear this place was just a checkpoint for whoever was staying there—maybe even a love nest, if they’d guessed right about Elena being shacked up with some guy. Acting almost in lockstep, Bonnie and Caroline checked each room, but there was no sign of Elena. Not until they got to the bedroom. There they saw Elena. Katherine. Both.

Bonne saw it first. She stood there spellbound, not able to move even if her life had depended on it. Caroline crept behind her to join in watching, and she stared until her eyes almost popped out of her head. 

Normally, it would be hard to tell them apart, but not now. Katherine was sitting on the bed, naked, her bare body jiggling and rippling as Elena bounced on her lap. They were facing each other, Elena’s back to the door so she couldn’t see that her friends had walked in on her, but Katherine certainly could. She gave them a look that was both gloating and warning, so intimidating that neither of them could move an inch. Not let Elena know they were there. Not try to intervene. And especially not leave.

It could only be Katherine sitting there so smugly, wearing a strap-on dildo, and insouciantly watching as her double bounded up and down on it, taking it with a feverishly submissive devotion that seemed utterly unlike Elena, but could not possibly be Katherine.

***

Elena felt the heat building in her already burning cunt, another orgasm ready to happen, the latest in a seemingly constant series that Katherine gave her simply by bouncing her strap-on just right as Elena frantically fucked herself on it. It was some of the best sex she’d ever had—better than masturbation, better than men, as good as she could take it without it getting so powerful that it hurt. Yet she wanted that, she wanted it to hurt, the fire she felt in her pussy only made her desire even more. It was wild and reckless, but she couldn’t stop herself. She needed it no matter how much it hurt.

“Katherine, stop,” she hissed. “Stop a minute… take it out. I want the other thing.”

Katherine groaned. All of Elena’s rocking and gyrating on her lap had been close to getting her off with the little tab at the base of the dildo grinding against her sex. But what was even better was making Elena admit how much of an anal slut she was.

“What other thing?” Katherine asked innocently. She was a good actress, but there was not a trace of sincerity in her voice just then.

Elena moaned, her pussy clenching around the dildo impaling her. She obediently stayed where she was, splayed on it, breathless as Katherine’s slightest motion pushed her to the brink of coming. “Please, Katherine—I need it in the ass…”

“Is that what you like?” Katherine asked incredulously, her voice pitching up in overdone surprise. “You actually like having my big strap-on fuck you in the ass?”

Biting her lip, Elena could only nod. Katherine wiggled her hips a little more, forcing Elena to cry out as a small orgasm blazed through her.

“But you just squirted?” Katherine protested. “You must really like it when I fuck your tight little pussy. Does this mean you like taking it up the ass even better?”

Elena nodded frantically. “Yes, YES. I love it, mistress. Nothing satisfies me like when you fuck my butt. It doesn’t matter how much you do my pussy or how much I come, it’s not enough until I get fucked in the ass.”

Katherine pouted, glancing at Elena’s friends still motionless in the doorway, and she petted an errant lock down to Elena’s scalp. “You have such a perfect little ass, Elena. I should know. Do you really want me to ruin it—leave it gaping open like you know it will after I spend a few hours with my cock inside it, my strap-on cock that’s bigger than anything you’ve ever had before, and when I just gave you my blood so your ass would be virgin tight? It hasn’t even been one night, Elena. You want your new, virgin asshole wrecked already?”

“I need it, mistress. You’ve made me come so hard like this, but nothing makes me come like—“ Elena took a deep breath, panting, like even saying it was turning it on. “Like being your anal bitch. I need to come like that, mistress. I need a Katherine Pierce orgasm.”

“Mmm!” Katherine trilled happily. “Very nicely put. But are you sure nothing makes you come that hard? What about being airtight? You get my cock in your ass—because this is mine, honeybun.” Katherine tapped her fingers on Elena’s voluptuous buttocks, making them jostle like jelly. “And then Damon and Stefan get to fuck you all those boring places, like in your face and your pussy… I couldn’t say how much you enjoy that, but every time, it’s like you’re trying to break my dildo off with that tight ass of yours.”

Elena flushed, ears burning. “I… I don’t know, mistress. When you’re in my ass or when you’re making me airtight, it’s like I black out and feel nothing but—and when I come out of it, I’m so satisfied, it even feels good where I hurt. Maybe it’s just you, mistress. Maybe as long as you’re in my ass, anything will make me go off.”

“What about an audience?” Katherine asked, smiling wickedly. “Do you like when I’m fucking you in the ass and those boring brothers are watching you? Is it as good as being fucked in the face and double-penetrated? What makes you black out and come to thinking about what a good mistress I am—and what makes you black out and come to still climaxing?”

“I don’t know, mistress—it doesn’t matter what I think—my ass is yours, please use it, mistress, you know I’m a good whore, so why won’t you use me?!”

Katherine petted Elena’s cheek soothingly. “Shh… shh… my baby really needs it up the ass, doesn’t she? She’s getting all cranky because only her pussy’s been fucked today… alright, Elena. I’ll play with your ass. But first, I want you to say hello to your friends. They’ve been a real good audience. They haven’t checked their cell phones or anything!”

Blushing furiously, Elena hoisted herself off of Katherine’s strap-on and turned herself around to face Bonnie and Caroline. Seeing them, her eyes widened in patent shame, awkwardness, terror. And yet, with her facing away from Katherine, Bonnie and Caroline could see how wet her pussy was, see it still quivering in ecstasy. None of the embarrassment she felt could touch the lust Katherine had filled her with.

“Hey guys,” Elena said awkwardly. 

Katherine ran a hand down her back, petting her comfortingly, but also urging her downward—her touch lingering at Elena’s ass before coming away from her skin. Elena felt the tinglings of Katherine’s caress delve down between her buttocks, touch her anus. Make it as hungry as the rest of her.

As obedient to Katherine’s unspoken wishes as she was to what Katherine had asked of her, she lifted herself up and brought her body down on the strap-on, with Katherine holding it straight up to nudge against her anus. Thankfully, it was smeared from its tip to its base with Elena’s lubricating juices. And after the number of times Katherine had fed her blood, healed her gaping anus, and then taken its virginity all over again, Elena was used to the pain, if not the jarring pleasure that shocked her whole body.

Elena took a deep breath, then lowered her hips, forcing the strap-on into her virgin asshole. It was the biggest Elena had ever taken, a tight fit no matter the lubrication, but even if Katherine hadn’t broken in her ass, she’d broken Elena’s mind. There was nothing the girl could enjoy more than having her asshole ravaged now that Katherine had showed her how good it felt, and she eagerly took more, trying so hard to please Katherine with her willingness that her mistress had to hold onto her by the hips, keeping her from fucking herself too quickly on the strap-on and damaging herself enough to ruin their evening.

But Katherine didn’t hold Elena back too hard. She let her double slide gradually down her slippery impalement, and Elena felt the helmet of the strap-on moving up her rectum, stretching her more with each inch, as if it were expanding for every moment it spent inside her.

“Big as a fist!” Elena keened. “Don’t know… how much more… I can take…”

Katherine kissed Elena on the cheek as she bore down on the dildo, reverse cowgirl, skewering her ass with teeth gritted against the pain. “We’re all rooting for you, Elena. Me and Caroline and Bonnie all want you to take this dick allll the way in your ass. But if you wanna take your mind off my ten-inch dick in your butt, why don’t you bring your friends up to speed? I’m sure you three love talking about boys—why not tell them what you’re getting up to with those Salvatore bros?”

Elena was lost in the rapture Katherine was inflicting in her bowels, pleasure and pain swirling together as her body stretched beyond repair to accommodate Katherine’s strap-on cock. On an instinctive level, she knew that Katherine would take care of her, feed her the blood that would allow her to walk and sit down normally after the dildo seemingly permanently rearranged her insides. But the feeling was almost too much for her to bear while remaining conscious. Her eyes flickered up in her head as though she were having a seizure, and only a swift clap on her splayed buttocks by Katherine’s hand brought her back to herself.

“Be a good doggie,” Katherine chided her. “Speak!” 

Another smack made her other asscheek glow the same crimson hue as the first that Katherine had struck. Elena forced her mouth open, and for a moment it was like she was gasping for breath before she spoke. “Boyfriend—Stefan and Damon are my boyfriends now—they share me—but not my ass, my ass is for Mistress Katherine—she owns it—she owns all of me—but she lets my boyfriends play with—play with my mouth—my pussy—make me double-stuffed…”

“Oh yes,” Katherine chorused. “Nothing like a good spit-roast for my special girl. And then there’s that one more hole for me to use. God, Elena, you’re having such a hard time taking just one dick right now, who would guess that you love being triple-stuffed?” She grinned smugly at Bonnie and Caroline, her hands wrapped possessively around Elena’s waist, fingers stroking Elena’s taut belly with the subtle abdominal ridges that showed how fervently she stayed in shape, making herself the perfect sex slave for her mistress.

“Stefan would never go along with that!” Caroline protested, so crazily processing what she was seeing and what she was hearing that she needed to attack any weak point in her friend’s degradation. 

“No, he doesn’t much like his girlfriend being a triple-stuffed anal whore, but he is still a guy.” Katherine reached around Elena’s mane of sweat-soaked hair and hooked her forefinger in the corner of Elena’s mouth, pulling her lips open. “And there’s only so hard a guy can say no to that perfect little mouth wrapping around his dick. Hell, even I have her suck me off, and it’s not like I get much out of it besides a clean dildo… and hearing Elena gurgle when I fuck the back of her throat.” Katherine let go of Elena’s mouth and her cheek snapped back against her teeth. “Now Damon, he fucks Elena’s pussy as hard as I ever do. He makes this cunt—“ Katherine drawled the word, drawing it out with savored ambiguity, “come so hard that I worry they’re going to run away together one of these days. After all, there’s nothing like feeling a cock spurt right in your ass, and that’s one thing I can’t give my sweet girl.”

Elena shook her head frantically. “No, never, mistress, I’d never leave you for anything! I need you! I need you to fuck my ass every night! I don’t know what I’d do, how I’d live, if I didn’t go to sleep with my asshole ruined and woke up with it virgin-tight again, ready for you to fuck it apart again…”

Katherine grinned cockily. Elena's vehement statement of need--on par with an admission of addiction—had been exactly what she'd wanted to elicit from her. She was far too confident to think that Elena would leave her, even for a fuck as good as Damon. The world could stack up all the hot guys, all the faithful friends, all the familial disapproval, and it still wouldn’t outweigh what she could make Elena feel. She owned Elena. It was as simple as that.

“Show them,” Katherine ordered, though she didn’t know if it counted as dominance when she was just letting Elena do what she craved. “Show them how much you love being my anal bitch.” A bit like ‘ordering’ a child to eat chocolate or something.

Elena tried rolling her hips, stiffened as they were by pain. Katherine helped her along, circling her arms around Elena’s slender body to caress her cleavage, sending pangs of longing passion through her body with each stroke and squeeze, until Elena’s body thawed, accepting its breakage once more. 

“Mmmm,” Elena moaned in approval. “Just like that—just like how you always touch me…”

“Always?” Katherine asked with more teasing in her tone. “Am I getting that predictable?”

“No, it’s not that—I’m just always your bitch. You’re always my mistress.”

“True enough,” Katherine mused. “But maybe my little slut deserves an extra reward…”

Brushing Elena’s long tresses out of the way, Katherine leaned forward to sniff appetizingly at Elena’s bare throat. Her nostrils flared and she dragged her nose over Elena’s jugular vein as if it were a line of cocaine, snorting up every trace of Elena’s scent to bring her appetite to its zenith.

“Is she going to—“ Caroline asked numbly, reaching out to grasp Bonnie’s hand.

Bonnie nearly gasped, the touch bringing into sharp relief how—tender she was, her body keyed up, raw and sensitive as an exposed nerve. And wet, so wet that she couldn’t take being touched if it weren’t for how ardently Caroline was squeezing her hand, asking for reassurance. Reassurance Bonnie didn’t know that she could give, unless Caroline was asking if they were both aroused, both wanting to take Elena’s place or join Katherine in dominating her as Damon and Stefan supposedly did, anything that would involve them in this storm of passion instead of being on the outside looking in.

Katherine caught the skin of Elena’s neck between either set of teeth, giving it a tug, and the sensual flicker of being gripped in Katherine’s possessive hold cued another tide of wetness from Elena’s empty pussy. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She wished one of the Salvatores were inside her, helping Katherine in pleasuring her, or, or Bonnie, Caroline, touching her, tonguing her. What were they waiting for? Couldn’t they see Katherine was offering to share? It would be worth the humiliation of being displayed this way if they would help get her off—a tongue and a pussy could make her as airtight as Damon and Stefan ever had.

But Elena couldn’t speak in contradiction to her mistress; she knew Katherine would tell her when she was finished playing solo and was ready to pass her around.

Elena’s hips rolled and swayed, fucking herself animatedly on the strap-on as Katherine dragged her fangs over the fold of skin she was worrying in her mouth. “More… more… ooooo… you’ve got me, now use me, use me, yes, yes, give me all your hard cock, aaah!”

With one last nibble at Elena’s throat that broke the skin and brought a tempting jewel of beaded blood to the surface, Katherine released her, instead concentrating on caressing Elena’s delectable hips and always appetizing ass in her hands. Her grip tightened, her arms flexed, and she pumped Elena up and down on top of her strap-on as blood trickled down Elena’s neck, making Katherine lick her lips—pleasing/vexing delayed gratification.

“That’s it, bitch, pump it, pump my big cock with your tight little ass, just like you did in front of your family!” Katherine hissed in Elena’s ear. “Remember what a good whore you were for me then? We showed your dumb brother and ignorant aunt just what a submissive slut you could be so they’d know why you kept coming home with your brains fucked out, you cock-drunk little fucker. I even offered to let them play with you too, as long as they asked for permission, but they were even stupider than Stefan. Didn’t want to even watch the fun. But Bonnie, Caroline…” 

Katherine offered them both a wicked smile, her nostrils flaring, and Bonnie realized with a start and a squeeze of Caroline’s hand that Katherine could smell, she could tell exactly how wet she was, and from the way her dilated gaze included both of them, Bonnie had no doubt that Caroline’s panties were just as soaked as hers. 

“You’re good girls. You’ll take me up on my generous offer. And as long as you say please, I’ll give you permission to take advantage of just what a whore Elena is. Of course, I’ll only let you use her mouth—Damon and Stefan are her boyfriends and I imagine they’d be as possessive of her pussy as I am of this sweet little ass—but oh, baby, when you find out how talented this tongue is, you won’t even go to get McDonald’s together without shoving this cute whore down on her knees, where she belongs, eating your muff!”